#WHAT THE HECK YOU DREW HER SO GRACEFULLY

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AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH MY BEAUTIFUL GIRL DOING A SPIN THAT IS SO IN CHARACTER IM GONNA SCREAM!!!!! THIS IS SUCH A PRETTY SKETCH <33333

felt sad so I drew @basketobread 's Tav Lunara :)

sorry its just a lazy sketch

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Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful? Will you still love me when I got nothing but my aching soul? I know you will, I know you will, I know that you will

Jing Yuan struggled to maintain his calm and collected demeanor as the woman before him leaned forward, her chest deliberately emphasized, eyelashes fluttering in a vain attempt at seduction. Every exaggerated gesture disgusted him, her desperation like a bitter taste in the air. He found it distasteful, yet kept his smile measured, polite.

He had grown accustomed to this treatment over the years—being the most sought-after man in all of the Xianzhou Luofu came with its burdens. But even after his marriage, the shamelessness of these advances still left a bitter taste.

At first, his admirers had stepped back, respecting the vows he had made. Yet recently, the unwanted attention had returned, with men and women alike shamelessly vying for his gaze once more. It was disheartening—more disappointing than surprising.

The moment his duties were done, Jing Yuan wasted no time in leaving his office. Yanqing had already taken over the smaller tasks that might have kept him working late, fully aware of how desperately the general longed to return home.

His heart raced as he hurried inside, shedding his shoes with practiced ease before quickly changing clothes and washing his face. He glanced at his reflection, making sure he looked presentable, eager to be back in his lover's warm embrace.

Jing Yuan cleared his throat softly, a gentle smile tugging at his lips as he slid the kitchen door open. His eyes were immediately drawn to the familiar figure inside, their silver hair catching the soft light akin to halo as they moved gracefully around the kitchen, preparing dinner. Their frame, though delicate and fragile with age, held a beauty that never failed to stir his heart. To him, they were the most beautiful in the entire universe, always has been, always will be.

As Jing Yuan drew closer, he couldn’t resist the temptation to surprise them, gently wrapping his arms around their waist from behind. A delighted giggle escaped their lips, the sound as melodious and youthful as it used to be.

His heart swelled at the sound, and he nuzzled his face into the crook of their neck, breathing in their familiar scent. They hugged him in return, their embrace tight and full of love, as if time had never touched them at all.

Yet, amidst the warmth and laughter, Jing Yuan found himself struggling to hold back the tears that threatened to break through his calm exterior. He kept up the strong facade, though his heart clenched painfully as he noticed how much lighter their body had become in his arms.

His sweet lover was wilting before his eyes, slowly fading away, while his own body remained unchanged, untouched by time. The cruel reality that they could slip away at any moment, any day, heck, any second at this point, hung heavy over him. Without thinking, he clutched them tighter, as if holding them closer could keep the inevitable at bay.

Alas, this was the curse of his long-lived kind.

But, of course, they noticed. They always did. Despite Jing Yuan’s countless years of life, his sweet lover seemed much wiser in such moments, their intuition sharper than his own.

"Hey now," they chided softly, their voice warm with affection. "I thought we talked about this. You’ve got so many years ahead of you. You’ll get over this, chin up, young man." They scolded Jing Yuan as if he's a child, chuckling to themself for the last words.

But their gentle words weren’t enough to stop the tears dripping down Jing Yuan’s cheeks. His voice wavered as he tried to speak, the sobs breaking through the calm he had worked so hard to maintain.

"H-how could you say that?" he whispered, his throat tight with emotion. "My life ends with yours... What am I without my beloved?"

He held them closer, trembling as the sobs grew heavier, his heart aching with a grief that felt all too familiar. Losing them would be losing half of himself—no, more than that. They were his only salvation after everything he had already endured—the fall of the quintuplet, the chaos of the endless hunt, the countless lives lost along the way.

In all that pain and devastation, it was their love that had kept him anchored, their presence that had made his immortality bearable. Without them, the weight of eternity felt unbearable.

Seeing the depth of his sorrow, his lover turned gently, their own eyes glistening with unspoken understanding. They wrapped their arms around him, pulling him close with a soothing embrace. With a careful touch, they guided him to a chair, they settled themself on his lap, curling up against him with a comforting warmth. As they nestled into him, their arms encircling him in a protective hug, Jing Yuan felt the weight of his emotions begin to ease.

In that intimate space, surrounded by their presence, he was finally able to let go of his grief, allowing his tears and sobs to flow freely. Their closeness, their steadfast love, became his refuge, a gentle balm for his broken heart.

His sweet, sweet lover, once so insecure about their fleeting lifespan, had feared every day that Jing Yuan might one day leave them or cheat on them once they aged. The one who had rejected him hundred times before finally going out with him, taking so long to trust in Jing Yuan's loyalty now held him close, with no trace of the fears that once consumed them.

They had taken years to fully trust him, and in return, they had found the strength to care for him with a depth that spoke of enduring love. The roles now reversed where they had once sought comfort and reassurance, now found them as the steadfast pillar supporting him through his grief. It was a testament to their journey together, from insecurity to unwavering devotion, a journey that had woven their hearts together in a bond unbreakable by time or sorrow.

As his tears gradually subsided, Jing Yuan’s grip on them softened. He leaned in to place a tender peck on their forehead, a silent thank you for their unwavering support. With a gentle sigh, he watched as they rose from his lap to return back to prepping the meal.

Resting his chin on the table, Jing Yuan’s gaze remained fixed on them. He followed every motion with a deep sense of admiration, memorizing the way their hands moved, the way they interacted with the ingredients, everything. He savored this moment, knowing how fleeting and precious it was, and held onto the image of them, capturing every detail in his heart for as long as he could.

Soon, the food was ready, the aroma filling the room with warmth and comfort. They plated Jing Yuan's meal with a practiced hand, setting it down in front of him with a loving smile. As they settled into their seat, prepared to join him for the meal, a sudden realization seemed to strike them.

They paused, a thoughtful expression crossing their face as they remembered something important.

"Honey, can you be free this weekend?"

"For you? I try, but why so?"

"I think it's time for me to pick my grave stone"

And the tones rolled back again

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Im back with another request!! I can’t help it as I love your works! So I wanted to ask if you could do dorm leader reaction (maybe even Lilia’s) thoughts to a darling that’s the Vtuber named Shylily! If you may not know she’s a Orca+cat! She’s so cute and does the most cutest things!! But she’s lewd and I wonder how the dorm leaders and even Lilia (can’t help as I love this smug fae) react to her cuteness, but also her lewd behavior every once in a while? Will they blush? Be stunned? Flabbergasted? You decide!

Her collab with Vox in the Under the Table episode was so hilarious. Had me dying, crying, laughing, sneezing-

Also, I hope these offered you the tiniest bit of joy in your awful month thus far. This is suggestive for obvious reasons.

Riddle Rosehearts

He had to admit that your cute voice was what drew him in. You were just so adorable that he couldn’t help but be drawn to you, and he grew attached. You were so kind, and he thought you were the personification of a breath of fresh air.

That was, until he saw your lewd side. You had decided to make him flustered at an unbirthday party. You gracefully and gently placed yourself in his lap, which already made him so freaking flustered. Then you whispered in his ear, saying, “The only tea you will need is the one you and I will make together later” and mans had a bloody nose.

He couldn’t even speak, so you had to bring him inside to clean up the blood. You being so close to him didn’t help his situation, and his blush ended up just getting worse somehow. Then you kissed him very passionately, and he damn near passed out. He was just grateful to the Great Seven that no one walked in on you two making out.

Leona Kingscholar

If lions are apex predators and orcas are apex predators… then this makes one heck of a couple between the two of you. He honestly was very protective of you because you were so cute and people might try and take advantage of you, sometimes forgetting that you were still a natural predator.

When he did experience your lewd side for the first time, he was pleasantly surprised. However, he planned to return your little ‘affections’ tenfold. You started a war that you would never be able to win, no matter how hard you tried. If you tried to sit in his lap, he would hold you there by your waist.

He would ‘scold’ you for being naughty, but he doesn’t hate it at all. It gives you both the chance to show each other that you are his just as he is yours. So if you decide to whisper something lewd about how you dream of being the mother to his children, then he will respond by saying that you could start right then. Don’t play with this man unless you don’t get flustered.

Azul Ashengrotto

He was deceived, but in a good way. He thought you were so cute and innocent, despite being an orca (looked it up and orcas actually eat octopus… that is an important tool that will help us later). Your voice, your smile, everything about you just drew him in like a sailor to a siren’s song.

The moment you decided to bring out your more suggestive side, he was so flustered. He thanks whatever exists above that you decided to do this in private. All you had to do was perch yourself in his lap as he sat in his office chair at the Lounge, whisper a little something about how you could eat him up. He is gone.

Like Riddle, he is absolutely done for. His face is red, his nose is bleeding. After gently wiping the blood away, you decided to plant a kiss onto his lips. You weren’t satisfied by one measly kiss, though, so you quickly went over to lock the door before continuing with the makeout session. Azul makes it out with messy hair and hickeys all over his neck, along with a dopey grin on his face.

Kalim Al-Asim

Oh, look! It’s the couple who is way too sweet for their own good! The way you both just act so freaking cute together makes everyone either coo or gag (Ace). Ain’t no way that it’s legal to be acting all cute (Ace, we get it. You got negative rizz).

When you try to bring out your more suggestive side, he doesn’t understand what’s going on. He’s too naive. He just thinks you're needy and very easily gives in. If you place yourself into his lap, he will wrap his arms around your torso while burying his face into the crook of your neck

What everyone doesn’t know is that he is actually leaving kisses and hickeys upon your skin. You end up being the flustered one because of this wild card that Kalim pulled on you. You felt the betrayal, especially as your lovely boyfriend went right back to the conversation as though he hadn’t just marked up your skin.

Vil Schoenheit

He thought you were absolutely gorgeous, and therefore wanted to dress you up in all sorts of things (and I really do mean all sorts, if you catch my drift). Your cute, innocent disposition added to the excitement of it all, and so he designed outfits that would match.

The first time you bring your seduction out for a stroll, he is also pleasantly surprised. Unfortunately for you, he is not easily flustered. If the two of you appear in public together and are immediately hit by the paparazzi, you will whisper something suggestive to Vil to try and get him to break his cool character.

Once you both get back to Pomefiore, he will give you back your shown display of affection multiple times over. I’m talking hickeys, pinning you to his bed by straddling your waist, the whole shebang. You are not escaping until you are thoroughly marked up.

Idia Shroud

This boy was so freaking scared to talk to you because you were just so kind and beautiful, and this mans got no rizz (he does, but he doesn’t know that). When you agreed to be his through the notes that he wrote to you (total cliche, but this mans saw an anime and thought it would be a good idea), he was over the moon.

When you decided that it would be a good idea to get him flustered, you went a tad overboard. You had him where he couldn’t escape: his bed. You pinned him down by straddling his waist, leaning towards his face, whispering in his ear that he looked so sexy and submissive in that position. You let out a little giggle and recoiled after you got him to ‘malfunction’ (think Sanji from One Piece).

What you didn’t expect was for him to get the courage to pull you back forward, and flip the two of you over. Now, he was on top of you, and he held your wrists/arms to your sides. There was still a massive blush on his face, but he got you flustered as well. That’s a huge victory for him.

Malleus Draconia

Even though he is a dragon fae, he was following you around like a lost puppy. You were the love of his life, and he wanted to make sure that you were safe from every single danger that presented itself. In return, please give him all of your love and affection.

He never understood what you were trying to do when you tried to be suggestive, until it got to a certain point. He doesn’t understand flirting, but he understands body language. If you were to place yourself in his lap and lean against his chest, then he will get what you’re trying to do.

Now, don’t blame him for his wandering hands, or if he teleports you to his chambers within the empty dormitory. Don’t blame him for marking you up for hours upon hours. Don’t blame him for if Sebek or Lilia walk in on you two and your little makeout session. He just wants everyone to know that you are his and only his.

Lilia Vanrouge

You both are generally very adorable, alright? Sure, Lilia has another, more mature form that he can change into. However, for the entirety of the game up to the point everyone is at right now, he stays in the young boy form. 

When you decide to be a bit more lewd with him, he is very happy to reciprocate. Oh, you placed yourself in his lap? Well now you are stuck there because his hand is keeping a firm hold on your thigh. You want to whisper something seductive about him being able to take command of you in bed later, he tells you to say “yes, sir”. There is no winning on your part.

He almost never gets flustered; I say almost because there is one thing that can get him to blush and freeze. Tell him you want kids. Tell him, and he will malfunction. That’s only for a few seconds, before he uses his strength as a war general to hoist you over his shoulder and carry you to the bedroom.

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Pietro x Reader

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December Event

Tony had asked you to decorate the Avengers compound to give it a more pizazz feeling. He’d then left with no explanation as to what the heck he meant by pizazz until an assistant told you that he had been sent to pick up any decorations you wanted from the catalogue. 

Before you could ask what catalogue he slammed a massive one down on the table in front of you. Which causes Pietro’s cereal to drip up and over the edge of his bowl.

Which drew his attention enough. He helped you pick out decorations and insisted on getting a twerking robot dressed in a Santa outfit so he could put it outside Wanda’s window. After he declared his plan rather loudly. Peper, who had been sitting in the corner of the room gracefully sipping her coffee and flipping through a magazine, sighed and left. Which did not dissuade Pietro.

The decorations arrived an hour later and at first Pietro had a great time running at top speed and wrapping tinsel around everything. He set up his robot outside Wanda’s window and closed the curtains, giggling gleefully as he hurried off.

“We just have the lights to put up. Then we should be done. We did this so quickly! You know I’m starting to think there are a lot more perks to your super speed than just running.” You said as you looked around. Pietro smirked and leant against the wall next to you. 

“Oh believe me. There are many perks to being as fast as me.” He said casually. 

“Oooh. I bet you’d be able to see snowflakes and all the shapes!” You said with excitement. Pietro blinked in confusion for several seconds before frowning and following you as you headed back to your piled of decorations.

You picked them out and started hanging them up, You would stand on the ladder and hang them on hooks used for lights previously. Pietro would slide you along so that you didn’t have to get up and down. As you were hooking them up Pietro caught the eye of one of the interns that worked at the compound. She waved at him flirtily and he smiled, winking at her. 

“Ok. I’m done with this one.” Pietro pushed you along but the ladder slid further than he thought. He didn’t notice that however as he was too busy flirting.

“Umm just so you know, I’m kind of stuck in the Christmas lights.” You said. Pietro slowly pulled his gaze away and said that you were indeed stuck. He hurried to help you get untangled and put you over his shoulder as he carried you down. 

“Aw my new friend has gone.” Pietro said with a pout.

“Aw poor Pietro. You know according to Wanda you make a new friend at least three times a week.” You said casually. Pietro rolled you off his shoulder and held you under the arms like a naughty ferret.

“For someone with no powers you sure are brave trying to team up and pick on me with my sister. Especially so soon after I saved you.” Pietro warned.

Pietro:

@criesinlies @phasma-trash @theletterhart @bluebear142077 @greekktragedyy @alexxavicry @daughterofthenight117

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Sparring Partners

Pairing: Zuko x f!reader

WC: 2.5K

A/N: howdyyyy I’ll be honest idk what this is besides self satisfactory fluff oops. send in some requests pls, I’m bored as heck!

Never let (Y/N) and Zuko spar.

That was an unspoken rule on Team Avatar after Zuko joined the group. The group had witnessed the aftermath of their practicing one too many times; angry gatherings of flames licking at the bark of uprooted trees scattered around piles of rubble and burnt grass.

Simply put, the pair were a force of nature. That wasn’t the reason they weren’t allowed to fight, though. No, nobody really paid much mind to their destructive tendencies, as long as they weren’t too close to camp.

It was their moods after the fight was done that brought about the rule.

Zuko would slink away to his tent and brood, grumbling at anyone who ventured too close to him. (Y/N) would stay with the group, a grin stuck to her face the whole time. It wasn’t a smile that put anyone at ease, though. It was feral, the snapping teeth and predatory curl of her lips more suited to a big cat than a young girl. Even Katara, who was usually found near (Y/N)’s side, avoided sitting too close.

(Y/N) was never mean to the others, but she had a razor sharp edge to her for hours after the duel that made Aang shift nervously in his seat and Sokka focus more on being the meat guy than the sarcasm guy. Suki would stay on edge until it was finally time to split up into their individual tents. Her fighting instincts would be on alert at the scent of scorched earth coming from (Y/N), a completely different smell from the smoke from the campfire.

Zuko, of course, would be the one to start said campfire. There was a tense, almost shy set to his shoulders as the weight of wild eyes bore down on him from near Toph. Toph, incidentally, never seemed to mind the rumbling of thunder in (Y/N)’s voice after a fight with Zuko, or the way Zuko’s heart beat staggered whenever (Y/N) so much as walked past him.

Toph didn’t care if the pair sparred, as long as it would get them over their timid dance around camp. She thought it was an entertaining break in the monotony of training and hiding, and the feeling of (Y/N) earthbending with such raw emotion was as sappy as any romance story there was. It was truly hilarious to her that nobody else could connect the dots between the unbridled chaos of their fighting and their quiet moments together around a campfire.

**

It had been a few days since the last incident when Toph finally decided to ask (Y/N) what their deal was during a training session.

“So, what’s up with you and Sifu Hotman?” She asked, a slightly maniacal laugh falling past her lips when she managed to catch (Y/N) off guard and nail her in the side with a boulder. Toph had taken to using Aang’s ridiculous nickname after she realized how quickly she could get under Zuko’s skin with it. Payback for Zuko burning her feet, she had justified.

Coughing and sputtering from the blow, (Y/N) tried to deflect the question with a volley of rocks she’d been keeping suspended in the air long enough for Toph to half lose track of.

“Hey, that’s cheating!” Toph huffed indignantly, dodging the attack before shifting her feet and sending the slab of earth below (Y/N) tilting sideways.

“No, I just saw a weakness and used it,” (Y/N) laughed and leapt from her crumbling perch to position herself in the middle of the sparring area, knowing that Aang, Zuko, Suki, and Sokka were somewhere behind her. Toph wasn’t stupid, she knew (Y/N) was trying to get into a position that would make Toph go easier on her with their friends in the line of fire.

Oh (Y/N), you really think you’re clever, don’t you? Toph thought with a smirk as a plan formed in her mind, pressing her knuckles into the dirt and twisting them sharply. She felt (Y/N)’s growl before she heard it, knowing that the other girl hated when Toph locked her feet into the earth. This time, though, she kept her hold on the rock, sitting down and waiting for (Y/N) to answer her original question.

“Toph, c’mon!” (Y/N) whined, trying to free herself as Toph sat a few meters away laughing.

“Just tell me and I’ll let you go!” Toph called back, bending herself a chair from the earth with one hand while the other kept it’s grip on the rocks around (Y/N)’s ankles.

“You’re such a little jerk,” (Y/N) answered instead, looking around for something to help her. She was weak without being able to use her feet as her center, something Toph had been hounding her about forever.

“I thought best friends told each other everything,” Toph mocked as she felt the others stop fighting to watch the scene in front of them.

“Yeah, but you also told me you’d throw me off Appa because I took Momo’s seat last week,” (Y/N) replied, crossing her arms stubbornly. Toph was a stronger bender, but (Y/N) had more patience, knowing Toph could get bored or frustrated pretty quickly. That’s how they’d always been, ever since (Y/N) had been sent to live with her helpless, blind little cousin all those years ago.

“What’s going on?” Aang asked the pair, scootering over on a ball of air with a peeved looking Zuko trailing behind him.

“(Y/N)’s keeping secrets from me and acting like I won’t find out,” Toph accused, watching as Suki and Sokka joined the group. Katara, who had been assigned camp duties for the day, drew closer at the lack of fighting sounds.

“Toph,” (Y/N) warned, a sharp threat in her voice as the sound of a tree being pulled up at the roots echoed around the clearing as (Y/N) clenched her fists.

“Yes?” A challenge in her voice, her fist twisting further into the earth and sinking (Y/N) up to her waist in tightly compressed rocks.

“Enough.” Zuko stepped in between the pair, and Toph couldn’t help but notice the spike in his heart rate when (Y/N) dropped up to her shoulders in rock.

“Zuko, stay out of this. Toph’s just being a pain,” (Y/N) huffed, having a hard time breathing with the merciless press of dirt and rock around her chest.

He didn’t stay out of it of course, his heart beating faster than a bird's wings as he watched (Y/N) struggle in the ground. Toph thought the duo were nauseatingly oblivious.

She let out a frustrated growl and slammed her foot on the ground, sending Zuko sprawling flat out next to (Y/N) and encasing his hands and feet in earth.

“Fine. You can both stay here until one of you tells me, then.” Toph declared before standing and walking away from the pair. The rest of the group looked from Toph back down to their friends buried in the ground, and decided that maybe they didn’t want to end up stuck next to the pair. They walked off, promising to talk to Toph and have her fix this.

“Spirits, she’s such a little bastard,” (Y/N) mumbled, turning her head to look at Zuko. She blinked in shock, not expecting his face to be quite so close to hers. A tricky little bastard, the girl amended in her head.

“What were you two fighting about?” Zuko asked quietly, not having to speak much above a whisper with their proximity. Had his eyes always been so golden?

“She asked about what was going on between us,” (Y/N) answered, closing her eyes and turning her head away from him towards the sky. The sun pressed red kisses against her closed eyelids while the breeze played with her hair, making her feel for a moment that she was laid out next to Zuko in a spring meadow by choice instead of locked into the dirt by Toph.

“What did you tell her?” He kept his voice low, tone conspiratorial. He stared at (Y/N), the sun loving her throat and pressing kisses to her cheekbones. He thought, just for a moment, that Toph had done him a favor by locking him into this view.

A laugh, and then, “I didn’t tell her anything.”

“Why not?” He prodded, wishing (Y/N) would turn her head so he could… could what? He thought to himself, images of him wiggling closer and closing the distance between them flickering in his mind without warning. A warm blush crept up his neck at the thoughts, wishing he wasn’t so affected by their proximity.

“Because sometimes you need to let Toph think she holds all the cards so she’s a little less of a pain in the ass. And so she wouldn’t question what we really do when we spar,” (Y/N) whispered, opening her eyes and turning to face Zuko. She met his amber gaze immediately, a grin pulling at her mouth as she leaned closer to him, feeling the heat radiating off his body.

“Oh, you mean that thing where you torment me with your comments all day around camp and then try to play innocent when we’re alone?” Zuko huffed with a smile as he wormed his way closer.

“Hey, don’t get mad. I just saw a weakness and used it,” (Y/N) giggled as she leaned in towards him. Her gaze flickered briefly from Zuko’s eyes, to his lips, and then back to his eyes in a way that made him feel like the ground was falling out from under him. He leaned up to meet her halfway, falling just short of being able to seal their lips together. A soft groan from (Y/N) pulled a chuckle from Zuko’s throat, before his head flopped back down onto the packed earth.

“Such a little bastard,” he heard (Y/N) mutter a moment before her face contorted and rumbling from around them was heard.

Zuko’s hands and legs were freed from their earthen prison, letting him roll away only a second before (Y/N) rose up from her hole on a pillar of earth. She hopped down gracefully and brushed her clothes off before helping Zuko to his feet, that wild look back in her eyes.

“You couldn’t have done that earlier?” Zuko asked, brushing the dirt out of his hair.

“I can put you back, if you’d like,” (Y/N) hummed, stepping closer to him and giving him that sharp grin that sent his stomach fluttering.

“I’m fine right here, thank you,” he replied, a deep blush staining his cheeks as (Y/N) pulled him close and finally, finally, pressed her lips to his own in a slow kiss. He returned the kiss eagerly, loving the warmth of her hand cupping his jaw with gritty fingers as the other tangled in Zuko’s mop of hair.

The pillar she’d used to free herself moments before was now scraping against his back as (Y/N) traced a lazy trail of kisses along Zuko’s jaw. He let out a sound that was suspiciously close to a whimper and felt a thrill go up his spine at the glint of absolute trouble reflected in (Y/N)’s eyes when she pulled away.

“How long do you think we have until they realize we’re not stuck anymore?” She pondered, pressing delicate kisses up the side of Zuko’s throat and along the edges of his scar.

“Enough time to get a head start and cover our tracks.” His eyes moved deliberately to the forest away from camp, before flicking back to hers with a bashful quirk of his eyebrow. His breaths trembling, he tried to ignore how his nerve endings were alight with the feeling of (Y/N)’s lips on his skin.

“Very tempting, but I don’t feel like listening to Mother Katara yell at us for ‘running off and worrying the group,’” (Y/N) whispered back, pressing a kiss to Zuko’s chin before moving to pull away. His arms snaked around her waist quickly, locking her against him.

(Y/N)’s brows shot up in pleasant surprise at his actions. She had been the one to make moves from the start, more accustomed to touch that wasn’t soured by pain or anger. Zuko figured she’d like to have more physical affection from him, but the long nights spent untangling his emotions in return for a kiss were enough to keep her happy and moving at his pace. Zuko had been without a loving hand to hold for so long that he forgot how simple and sweet an embrace could be, how the pad of a thumb rubbing across bruised knuckles could soothe his aches better than any balm.

Feeling bold between the column of earth and (Y/N), Zuko leaned down to her height and pressed a gentle kiss against her lips, retreating before she could respond. The girl only grinned widely, wrapping her arms around his muscular torso. A puff of air left Zuko’s lungs as he was pulled into her strong arms, before tightening his own arms around her waist and pressing his face into the crook of her neck.

“We have to at least make Toph think nothing’s changed, or we’ll never hear the end of how she’s so right and it's everyone else who is really blind,” (Y/N) told him, pitching her voice in Toph’s bratty little sister voice she used when she won arguments.

“Let her. I’m tired of not being able to be like this whenever we want,” Zuko replied, his warm breath against the side of her neck sending a wave of goosebumps over (Y/N)’s skin. It shocked her in the most pleasant way possible to hear him say that to her, since they’d agreed to keep things quiet until he could figure out his emotions.

“Alright, but don’t say I didn’t warn you when she makes you wish you were hard of hearing,” (Y/N) laughed, nudging his head back up to face her. Her senses were filled with Zuko, the smell of smoke filling her nose as the heat from his body scorched a pattern into her heart. Their noses brushed once, twice; their lips a breath apart.

Before either could close the distance, Toph marched around their column of rock, almost slamming straight into them. In a breath, she was gone again, back the way she’d come.

“I knew it, I was so right! You losers are so blind!” She shouted to the others.

Her sudden appearance had shocked the pair apart, making (Y/N) quirk an eyebrow and pulling a rare grin from Zuko at the astounding accuracy of (Y/N)’s impression of Toph.

“Just remember, you brought this upon yourself,” (Y/N) laughed, turning to walk back to camp. Zuko’s hand shot out and grabbed her wrist, reeling her back in towards him so he could seal a lingering kiss against her mouth.

“I know, but that was worth it,” he hummed, walking alongside her back to camp, their fingers tangling together without a second thought.

[echo-hiraeth]

Chapter 12: The Daughter

Part of the “Ilicit Limerence” series

Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader

Summary: Having met Lorraine, the reader is quite startled, will the Texas retreat turn out disastrous?

Warnings: swearing, angst, vomiting, pregnancy symptoms

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Javier cringed a bit noticing the shock in your eyes, one that you managed to play-off very gracefully. “Oh we-we’re not married”, you chuckled, shaking the husband’s hand next.

“Gotcha, alright. Well, let me go put the dessert in the freezer and we can catch up”, she chirped, carrying her freezer bag into the garage.

Chucho picked up on the change of atmosphere and ushered his son-in-law into the living room, giving the two of you some much-needed space. Javier took a deep breath.

“Did you know they were coming?”, you asked quietly, setting a timer for the oven.

He closed the kitchen door, turning around to face you. “Yes, but I didn’t want to stress you out.”

“Javi, you promised me no more surprises”, you chided, covering your face with your hands. “You need to tell me these kind of things! We just talked about this!”

“Querida, please. I wasn’t even sure if she’d still show and I didn’t want to cause you any unnecessary stress”, he reasoned.

“I’m aware, but even then, these are things you just tell me! I don’t care if she’s here or not, but I would’ve liked to know beforehand! It’s kind of awkward having to just suddenly stand in front of your ex-fiancée”, you explained, washing and drying your hands.

“I wanted to tell you but – but I just couldn’t figure out how, or when, it just never seemed like the right time.”

You took some steps towards him, threading your fingers with his. “I’m happy to know you tried, but next time, try to bring it up okay. I-I didn’t mean to go off as much as I did I’m just so fucking stressed.”

“But why, pop adores you! The hardest part is over with”, he tried to soothe you, squeezing your hand in his.

You scoffed a bit, shaking your head. “She’s so beautiful Javier, I can’t believe I’m saying this but I guess I’m jealous.”

He threw you a confused glance, stuttering a bit as he tried to fathom what you had just said. “You’re joking? Corazón, Lorraine and I are ancient history, there’s nothing there. I’m here with you, because I want you to meet my father. Lorraine’s just a family friend, nothing more, I promise you.”

“Shit Javi, sorry I-I didn’t mean to-“

“Hey, it’s okay, I understand”, he comforted you, wrapping his arms around you. “Take a deep breath okay, I love you.”

You grabbed a fistful of his shirt, hugging him a bit tighter. “I love you too, Javi. Thank you for bringing me here.”

He leaned into your touch, tilting your chin up to kiss you. It was a moment for him to convey just how much he adored you and just how sorry he was, lips moving against yours in an easy, soft rhythm. You pulled away with a muted sigh, looking into his eyes as you stepped back.

“You should check up on your dad, I’ll finish up in here”, you suggested, turning your attention back to the side dishes. “We can talk about it later.”

He gave a nod, more a formality than anything else and disappeared behind the wooden door. You drew in a deep breath, bracing yourself on the counter as you tried to comprehend everything that happened within that ten minute window.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to eavesdrop on y’all, but I didn’t want to barge in mid conversation”, her voice sounded from behind you.

You jumped a bit, not exactly expecting for your boyfriend’s ex to sneak up on you like that. “I-it’s okay really”, you reassured her, covering the corn in tin foil.

“I can tell he hasn’t changed much”, she started, “He never was much of a talker.”

“He talks to me, it’s just not always as easy for him as it is for us”, you retorted, packing the other bowls in the fridge. “It’s a matter of mutual respect and understanding.”

She rested her hip against the counter, crossing her arms in front of her. “Well, respect is earned.”

You mentally knocked yourself on the head, not wanting to deal with this or spend a whole weekend biting back catty and snarky replies. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean for that to-“

“How far along are you?”, she interrupted, nodding towards your stomach.

You reflexive hand on your bump, feeling a bit uneasy. “Excuse me, w-what?”

“Oh come on, you’re not fooling anyone with the oversized shirt, I have two sisters with kids”, she explained, coming closer.

“W-we really-“, you started once again.

“Oh was it unexpected?”, she questioned, making somewhat of a face.

You set the last dishes in the sink, intent on getting out of this conversation. “Javier asked me to help in there, so, I’ll see you at the table.”

It was a poor excuse, but one that worked nonetheless. You hurried your way out of there, re-joining the three men in the living room, taking a seat on the couch next to Javier. He rested his arm on the cushion behind you, encouraging you to sit closer. He noticed you’d gone somewhat pale but didn’t decide to pursue his train of thought, instead listening to the other two go on about some truck repairs.

Lorraine joined a few minutes later, smiling at the two of you before sitting down next to her husband. “So, how’s Columbia been?”, she asked, not specifically looking at either of you.

“Closing in on Escobar and the cartel, but the situation is stable as of right now. Had some close calls but we mostly manage to come out on top”, Javier answered, looking at you during the second part.

The three of them looked at you now, and you answered the question before any of them could ask it. “I work at the embassy as well, DEA, same division and office.”

“But you’re quitting, right?”, Lorraine pressed, pouring herself a glass of whiskey.

“Depends, but for now I have no intention of resigning.”

That seemed to set the husband off a bit, who leaned forward more, actively engaging in the ongoing conversation. “That’s kind of irresponsible, don’t you think? Exposing yourself and your child to all that corruption, drug use and violence.”

You noticed the way Javier’s jaw tightened, his fingers balled up into a fist. “We’re not just throwing her out there. There’s barely any field work to do now and she’s not putting herself at risk.”

You laid a hand on his thigh, hoping to calm him even just the tiniest bit. “I stick to mainly office jobs now, but if I do go out I have Javier and my other partner right alongside me.”

Chucho shot you a wink, assuring you that you were doing great. “She can handle herself just fine out there, pregnant or not. One of the best damn agents we have out there”, Javier continued, now wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

“Does the embassy know about you two then?” You both nodded. “Sounds like one heck of a complicated mess to me”, Lorraine chuckled.

“If anything, I think she’s keeping him sane down there”, Chucho intervened. “They can’t have much of an objection to that, she’s saving them heaps of therapy bills.”

You and Javier both softly laughed at that, lacing your fingers with one another. “It’s nice to have someone down there. If I didn’t have him to come home to every night I wouldn’t know how I’d survive down there”, you confessed.

The hearts in his eyes were nearly visible as he just plainly admired you. He drank in your praising words as he tried his best not to show just how flustered he was. Chucho knew his son better than that, grinning at the two of you as he raised his glass. “Bueno, bienvenida a la familia, mi hija.” (Well, welcome to the family my girl/daughter.)

You blushed a bit at Chucho’s words, staring down at your lap as you tried to keep yourself from grinning like an idiot. Javier pecked your cheek, muttering something about appetizers. You sat next to him at the table as well, right in front of Lorraine as Chucho seated himself at the head of the table. The atmosphere seemed to have finally turned around and there was some light-hearted conversation going on, with an occasional burst of laughter.

The rest of the evening went by just as smoothly, the only hiccup when you and Lorraine were alone in the kitchen, plating the turkey and getting the heated dishes out of the oven or off the stove.

“I’m sorry for being nasty earlier tonight, I just want the best for Javier”, she explained, shrugging off her oven mittens. “He’s a very complicated man, but it seems like you’ve got him figured out.”

“Thank you for apologizing, I’d hate for us to not get along”, you smiled, grabbing a hold of a kitchen towel. “And I’m sorry Javi was such a prick to you back in the day.”

She chuckled. “It’s all good, I’m very happy with my husband, we just haven’t been blessed with kids yet.”

“Well, when you least expect it, it might just happen”, you joked, softly stroking your own bump.

“I can tell he really cares about you, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little jealous.”

You both laughed at that. “How do you think I felt when I saw you walk in? Such a gorgeous Texan woman, tough competition.”

“Now, now, don’t be silly. You’re much more his type! Adventurous, sexy, witty, tough, independent.. you could teach me a lesson or two”, she replied, handing you a pair of mittens yourself.

“Whatever the case, I need some dinner first – I’m starving.”

The table was covered in little plates and bowls, the smell of turkey and gravy lingering in the dining room as you joined the others there. You sat down once again, practically drooling as you looked over the absolute feast in front of you. Chucho started off with a little speech, expressing how grateful he was to have you all there and how happy he was to have a new addition to the family. There wasn’t much talk during dinner, all of you eager to just dig in and have at it. Javier had an amused look on his face as he watched you go for a third serving of that creamy mash, giving you an extra big scoop as you pouted at him. By the end of your main course, your bump had nearly doubled in size, your oversized shirt more regular sized that intended. Javier was right there with you, leant back in his chair with his belt unbuckled.

Lorraine’s husband, David, was already up and carrying dishes into the kitchen and when you go up to do the same, you felt a gentle hand on your arm. Chucho was sweetly smiling at you. “Why don’t you sit down for a bit, you’ve been on your feet for way too long.”

Javier went to stand as well, grabbing a hold of both your plates until his father cleared his throat once more. “Go join your girl, we’ll take care of it.”

You really tried, but protests didn’t get you very far in this house. So you eventually ended up on the couch, curled up in Javier’s side, a soft quilt covering your legs. He slowly but surely started laying down more flat, subtly taking you with him, until eventually you both fell asleep on the couch. He had his arms wrapped around your back, his cheek resting against your head as your nose was nuzzled into the collar of his shirt.

Lorraine and David were headed out for a walk, leaving only Chucho. Upon finding the two of you, he grabbed a second quilt, snatching the camera off the dresser to snap a picture of the both of you. It all felt very surreal to him, his son coming back from Columbia a better version of himself, but as he saw the two of you laid there, a pure depiction of intimacy and care, he sure as hell believed it. His boy was in love and worse than he probably realised himself.

You woke up to the screen door falling shut, successfully jolting you awake. This sudden motion in turn caused Javier to wake up as well, immediately putting his hands on you. You quickly reassured him, giggling a little as he fixed your dishevelled hair. The sun was setting by now, an orange hue filtering in through the drawn curtains.

Dessert was filled with more small-talk, Javier eventually zoning out, not being the overly social type. You put a hand on his thigh under the table, sending an encouraging smile his way, reminding him that it was almost over. But when David suggested some more drinks on the couch, you could tell your boyfriend was getting annoyed. Deciding to be a good girlfriend, you stepped in.

As you went to stand you let out a purposely loud wince and hissed a breath. All eyes were on you, entirely according to plan. Even Javier thought you were serious, immediately holding out a hand to steady you.

“Querida?”, he asked.

“I’m okay Javi – just my back”, you lied, placing a hand there yourself.

Chucho put a hand on his son’s shoulder. “Hijo, debes cuidar a tu esposa.” (Son, you should go take care of your wife.)

“Oh no – I don’t want to cut things short”, you continued, bracing your other hand on the table.

Lorraine moved to stand on your other side, grabbing a hold of your arm. “Nonsense, let’s get you to bed. Javier can help you up and I’ll get you a heating pad”, she tutted, guiding you into his arms.

You apologized another couple of times before Chucho ushered you upstairs as well, insisting you needed some rest. Halfway up the stairs, hidden from view, Javier let go of you letting you walk the rest of the way by yourself. Once inside the room, with the door shut, he pulled you flush against him, capturing your lips with yours for a saccharine kiss.

“Thank you”, he muttered, stepping away from you as he heard some steps down the hall.

Lorraine knocked before entering, handing Javier the heating pad. “We’ll be downstairs if you need anything.”

As the door shut again, he threw it right at you, sighing as he rested his head against the door. “I made the right decision at that altar. She doesn’t shut up, does she?”

You threw the pad right back, shaking your head as he caught it. “Manners, Peña.”

 The next morning you were hit with karma, hard karma. You were just in time, registering the familiar nausea and biting acidic feeling in the back of your throat and flailing the covers off of your body, rushing into the bathroom. You fell to your knees, so hard they’d be bruised, bracing yourself on the porcelain as you emptied out your guts. Your morning sickness was still around, but it wasn’t a daily reoccurrence anymore. But this very morning, it hit your hard, your back arching with the intensity of it all, legs shaking.

With the door wide open, Javier woke as well, hearing you wretch and hurl in the other room. He decided to give you some space, knowing you didn’t enjoy him seeing you like that. But when after ten minutes, it still wasn’t over and you were still heaving every thirty seconds, he decided the head downstairs.

He was greeted by his father, who sat at the kitchen table in a flannel, reading a newspaper. “Hoy te has levantado pronto. Something wrong?” (Well, you’re up early.)

“You have any mint tea or something?”, he asked, frantically flipping through the cabinets, “Usually helps her out.”

“Throwing up?”, Chucho questioned, folding his paper in half. “Go take care of her, I’ll bring something up.”

Javier just nodded, quickly grabbing a glass from the cupboard before sprinting up the steps again. He found you completely out of breath, head leaned on your forearms as your chest heaved up and down. He knelt down beside you, gently helping you into his arms, letting you lean back against him.

“Take a deep breath, I’m right here, corazón”, he shushed, wiping your forehead and mouth with the little hand towel.

You pushed his arms aside, sitting back up as you felt another wave of nausea hit you. He closed his eyes, annoyed there wasn’t more for him to do or help you. He fished a hair tie out of your make-up bag, tying your hair back before stroking up and down your back. It hadn’t been this bad since that day of the raid and he bit his lip as he tried to keep his worries to a minimum.

There was a knock at the door and Javier left your side only to see his father standing there, with a tray of stuff. “Have her drink those and eat that, she should be okay then.”

Without any more words he handed the tray over to his son, patting his shoulder before taking his leave again. Once back in the bathroom he noticed you were sat back against the wall, wiping your mouth down with the towel once again. He handed you one of the glasses and you tipped it back, scrunching up your nose at the sour taste. Javier encouraged you to keep going, handing you to second glass before also handing you the stack of saltines.

Once you managed to get all of that down, you took a deep breath, resting your cheek against the cold tiles on the wall. “This baby better be the cutest one ever.”

“How’re you feeling?”, he asked, kneeling down in front of you.

“I don’t know what was in those horrendous drinks, but it sure did something”, you chuckled, letting him pull you to your feet. Once up you reached for your toothbrush, eager to get the weird mixture of flavours out of your mouth.

He wrapped his arms around you again, sighing into your hair. “You’re shaking, querida. Get back in bed.”

“I’m fine Javi, just let me put on some clothes and we can get some breakfast”, you explained, turning around to face him.

He carefully knocked his forehead against yours. “Okay.. but if you so much as feel dizzy you’re laying the fuck down.”

There was something sweet about how protective Javier got at that times. It had started even before the two of you got in a bed together, within the first weeks of you working with the two of them. Whether it was giving you the newest and best vest or going into raids in front of you, he always made sure he had you covered. It didn’t stop there, that side of Javier started to come up more and more, whether it was defending you from patronizing glances and comments at the office or sex-crazed sicarios at the bar, he was always there. And now, as you were walking down the staircase of his childhood home, nearly three months pregnant, he was there as well. His broad palm engulfed yours as he guided you down the steps, telling you to watch out for the carpet on the last four of them.

Chucho was stood in the kitchen, bent over the stove stirring in a pan. He gave you a smile and a wink as you took a seat at the kitchen table, Javier disappearing into the garage.

“Feeling better?”, he asked with an amused tone.

You crossed your legs, skimming over the headlines on the front page of the newspaper. “Loads. How’d you know what to do?”

He set a plate of breakfast down in front of you and himself, sitting next to you. “My wife.. she had really bad morning sickness when she was pregnant with Javier. Doctor gave us a whole list of home remedies to try. It’s the sour foods you need.”

You listened intently, surprised by his knowledge and experience with pregnancy as a whole. “It worked like a charm, tasted putrid but did the job.”

“Remind me to write it down for you, got something to counter the swelling as well”, he told you, swinging his fork as he spoke.

Before you could thank him Javier walked back in with a bottle of milk. Filling a plate for himself before taking a seat across from you, next to his father. “Fence looks pretty banged up, had a storm recently?”, he asked, shoving a forkful of bacon and eggs in his mouth.

“Earlier this week, meant to fix it before you came but didn’t have time.”

“Oh”, you chimed in, “we could give you a hand, I mean we’re here anyways, might as well help out.”

Chucho put a hand over yours. “Hija, you helped enough with dinner yesterday, take the day off.”

Javier cut you off before you could even so much as begin to protest, talking to his dad himself. “She’s right pop, we’ve fixed it before, no reason we can’t do it again. Weather’s nice enough today.”

 It was uncharacteristically warm today, the beaming sun making it feel like a nice late summer day. You were sat up against a tree, comfortably watching from a distance as the two men worked on some replacements for the fence. Being the stubborn woman that you are, you’d insisted that you could at least do something, so Chucho shut you up by giving you some of his work shirts. They all needed some repairs, just simple patchwork and some sewing, nothing you couldn’t handle.

They worked on the fence all day, so you offered to make some dinner, using some of the Thanksgiving leftovers. By the time you were done cooking and heating everything up it was about six and the two men still weren’t back. So you went out again, making your way over to the edge of the fence, by the water. You were greeted by your boyfriend, aviators perched on his nose. His shirt had some sweat stains by now, strands of his dark hair plastered against his glimmering forehead.

“Dinner’s ready, you two can finish up tomorrow”, you suggested, leaning up against the good part of the fence. “I set the outside table, so the floors won’t get too dirty.”

To say Chucho was happy to have you here would’ve been an understatement. It hadn’t even been forty-eight hours, but the man was no fool. It was almost magical, the way you could just conjure up a day filled with smiles and joyful banter, it had been too long since that was the case. He’d been somewhat anxious to hear his son had put himself out there again, fearing another Lorraine might be the case, but seeing the way you took care of one another, the old man recognized a fairy-tale when he saw one.

The next day you managed to sleep in, being woken up by the dipping of the mattress. When you opened your eyes you were met with a sweaty Javier and a tray of food. He muttered something about eating lunch in bed before heading for the shower. You just laid back, slowly waking up more as he rinsed the sweat and dirt off of his golden skin, remerging in a flannel and some boxers.

“Why didn’t you wake me up”, you asked, sitting up against the headboard before glancing over the tray.

He sat down next to you, moving the tray as he did. “You needed the rest and we needed to finish the work on the fence. Didn’t think you’d sleep in past lunch though.”

“Javier Peña are you insinuating that I’m lazy?”, you giggled, grabbing the sandwich off the plate.

“I’m insinuating that you’re working too much”, he started, pushing you back into the pillows, “and that you need to take it easy.”

He grabbed a sandwich himself, laying back next to you, wrapping one of his arms around you. “How’s your dad?”

“Pop’s fine, out for the rest of the day”, he sighed, “Which means that I have all day to spend with you. Wherever and however we want.”

You playfully rolled your eyes, nudging his leg with your foot. “We have time for that tomorrow, when we’re home. Let’s soak up some more of the town before we leave instead.”

The two finished lunch together, got dressed and headed out. It was another warm afternoon, a pleasant breeze hitting the apples of your cheeks as the two of you strolled along the local shops. You looked so much like a couple in that instant, his arm slung across your shoulders, fingers fumbling with the strap of your purse. The two of you were talking and laughing about something work-related, his adorable dimple on full display as he smiled at you. He noticed you squinting, eyes struggling to stay open against the sun, so he grabbed the aviators out of his breast-pocket, gently placing them on the bridge of your nose, along with a kiss.

You were blushing like a teenager. Cheeks rosy with adoration and giddiness as you enjoyed the quality time with your boyfriend. The two of you would spend Christmas down in Bogotá, so you figured some early Christmas shopping was in order. Connie and you had a tradition of giving each other the essentials, good wine, some nice candles and soap and something blingy. Hence why you were stood in front of a jeweller, gazing in the window. Javier stood behind you, looking over your left shoulder with both hands resting on your hips.

“See something you like?”, he asked, lips ghosting over your ear.

You bit your lip, looking over the shiny bracelets and necklaces. “Do you think she’d like one of those engraved name bracelets for Liv?”

“What? I thought you were picking something out for yourself”, he chuckled in confusion.

You spun around, bracing your hands on his chest. “And what exactly would I need?”

“A ring maybe? I-I don’t really know what your taste in jewellery is”, he stuttered, scratching the back of his head.

“Why would I want a ring, I barely wear any – oh OH”, you replied, suddenly realizing what he was getting at. “I – what?”

He immediately started shifting, his confidence seemingly leaving his body. “You know, if we’re gonna raise a kid together and be together, might as well tie the knot. It’ll save us a lot of questions and weird looks.”

Your mouth hung open, eyes staring straight at him through the tinted glasses. “That is just the worst way of doing this. But I really like the gemstone rings”, the last part was more of a whisper, your hand on the doorhandle as you walked into the shop.

He smirked to himself, shaking his head as he followed you. “So not big on diamonds, huh?”

“Putting down thousands of dollars for some broken glass? Now, I thought you knew me better than that, Peña”, you teased, peering over at the displays.

Some sales assistant soon greeted the two of you, flashing you a bright, teeth-baring grin. “Good afternoon, can I help you?”

“Hi, yes”, you replied, smiling as well, “I’m looking for a bracelet to engrave, something cute and simple, adjustable as well.”

And with that the two of you were off, leaving Javier to look at all the shiny displays and windows surrounding him. You never ceased to amaze him, mocking him for his impromptu “proposal”. He chuckled into his hand as he looked over the rings. The two of you would get your little moment, he was sure of it, but some grand, big gesture wasn’t exactly in the cards, though he supposed a nice ring would mean a lot on its own. He spotted a thing band with three stones, a bigger one surrounded by two smaller ones. The middle stone had somewhat of a darker, deep purple/pink to it, a colour he found himself deeply attracted to. It had character yet subtlety, refinement yet something robust. It stood out but not because of the size or design, it stood out because it embodied you.

A second sales assistant was helping him now and he discreetly pointed over at you, asking the employee if they could estimate your ring size from here. There was a bit of laughter, but ultimately Javier walked out with a tiny box, lucky enough to have a suitable size in stock. You’d slipped the employee your actual size while Javi thought he was being slick.

The rest of the afternoon you were on the lookout for something for Steve and Javi. But soon you decided to stop at a little café, needing to be of your aching feet for a while. You sat in a booth alongside Javier, thigh to thigh with his arms around your waist. You shared a slice of cake with him, talking about a shop you’d seen in passing. A few shopping bags sat among you, mainly presents and necessities, seeing how the market for maternity clothing and necessities wasn’t as varied as the one here in Laredo.

By the time the two of you got back to the ranch it was already dark. You walked in through the backdoor, Javier’s jacket wrapped around you as it cooled off a lot more outside. Chucho was sat at the kitchen table, oiling up some of his tools.

“Have a nice day?”, he asked with a half-sided smile.

You plopped down in the seat across from him, letting out a deep breath. “I never knew Laredo was so fun.”

“Well, feel free to visit more often, especially if you need help with that little one”, the old man pointed out, gesturing to your bump.

“Trust me, I’ll drag Javi here myself if need be”, you whispered, raising your eyebrows in the direction of your boyfriend. “Let me write down the address for you as well, just in case.”

 Later that night, when Javier was already fast asleep you snuck back downstairs. You were still hungry, the whole “eating for two” thing clearly no understatement. When you were in the living room you noticed the light in the kitchen was still on. You carefully approached the door, relaxing when you saw it was just Javier’s father.

“Sorry, I don’t mean to interrupt”, you softly spoke, bracing your hands on the doorframe.

He shut the tiny television off, beckoning for you to have a seat. “You’re not, hija. Why are you still up?”

You swiped a strand of hair behind your ear, stopping a yawn from slipping out. “Was feeling hungry, baby is like a bottomless pit.”

The two of you quietly laughed at that, Chucho gesturing towards the fridge. “By all means.. Unless you want me to make you something?”

“Oh no, no, you’ve done so much already, Sir, some bread will do”, you assured him, grabbing the bread from the cupboard.

“Call me Pop, sweetheart, we’re a family now”, he reminded you, getting up to get you some cheese and ham. “You need the fats, they’ll keep the cravings away for a while.”

You gratefully took his advice, shoving a first bite into your mouth. “I’m sorry Javier’s been so distant, he gets caught up in his own head down there.”

“I’m glad he came, it’s been years”, he put a hand on your cheek, making you look right at him. “Thank you for giving me back my boy.”

Whatever you expected it wasn’t that. You put the sandwich on the counter, wrapping your arms around the man, trying to keep yourself from crying. “Thank you for giving me a family.”

 Leaving that Sunday morning was harder than you’d expected. Chucho couldn’t resist as he stocked your bag up with some home goodies, stressing once again that you should call more often. There were no tears, only genuine smiles and warm hugs as he dropped you off at the airport. The flight back was easy and nice, giving the two of you the opportunity to rest some more. Your drive back to the apartment was prolonged by the afternoon traffic, successfully annoying your partner.

“Do you want to come tomorrow night?”, you asked, trying to distract him from the person cutting him off.

“What’s tomorrow?”, the hand on your thigh moved to the stick, putting it in neutral as the car stopped yet again.

“I have my twelve week check-up, for the baby”, you clarified, sprawling a hand over your lower gut.

He grabbed a hold of your hand, gently pressing his lips to your knuckles. “Of course, querida, I’d love to go.”

You’d noticed his eagerness as soon as you set foot off that airplane, his hands seemingly both everywhere and nowhere at once. Sure the two of you weren’t teenagers anymore, but four days without any actions was even starting to get to you. His hand on your knee was enough to send that familiar electricity coursing through your veins. He was right there with you, the shirt you were wearing oversized to a point where the neckline slid down just enough to show off the top of your breasts. It wasn’t like he hadn’t tried back in Texas, it was that you’d slapped his wrist away as soon as he did so.

He cursed the Columbian traffic, fingers tapping on the steering wheel as he tried to control the aching need to lose himself within you. Even just the sight of you, comfortably resting your head against the window was enticing. Once of the main road, it went a bit faster, his foot pressing down on the pedal a bit harder on the last street. He parked the car in one motion, not bothering to check if he was in between the lines. You got out of the passenger side, walking back to the trunk to get your bags, but Javier grabbed your hand before you could. The look in his eyes told you everything you needed to know: get to the apartment now.

The door closed as he pushed you up against it, pressing needy open-mouthed kisses to the crook of your neck while his hands worked on the buttons of his shirt. You briefly pushed him off, ripping your own shirt off before unclasping your bra behind your back. He let out a low groan at the sight of it, letting his own shirt drop to the floor as he surged forwards, capturing your lips in a heated kiss. His hands found themselves on your breasts, squeezing the tender flesh as he pressed his groin into your hip.

“I fucking need you, baby”, he growled, literally sweeping you off your feet.

You let out a squeal, immediately wrapping your arms around his neck. “You seriously need to stop doing that! There’s a reason your back always hurts!”

“And I’m sure you’ll take care of it later”, he chuckled, setting you down in front of the bed.

He pushed you onto the mattress, immediately following suit, kissing up every inch of your body, paying special attention to your bump. “Oh don’t tease now”, you whined, sitting up to drag his face over to yours. “Fuck me, Javi.”

“Don’t you blow your back out now.”

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[ally-the-turtle]

What the heck I gotta do

A/N: the way he walks i swear- Inspired by 21 Chump Street  👀 I highly recommend listening to this number.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PxZ_rixvzZU 

I’m a sucker for guys who sing to their girls ok- Sorry if he seems OOC!  I lowkey headcanon him as a theatre kid. I mean, the way he walks, how he dramatically shouts “POWAAAA” while posing after beating 1-a, he might as well be one 👀

Pairings: Mirio Togata x f!reader Word count: 1145

Summary: Mirio Togata was an 18 year old student who earned the spot among the Big Three. He was in his last semester of his senior year and he could hardly believe his luck when a very pretty girl showed up a few months ago. 

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“Mirio, what drew you to Y/N?” Nejire asked with a smile, sitting across from him at the lunch table. 

“Heh, she works really hard! But that’s not the only reason I like her though, she said she transferred here from Shiketsu High and well, I was curious. So I said hi. She seemed mature and I talked more-”

“More?” Nejire interrupted with a squeal, excited to hear her friend’s feelings.

“More!” Mirio beamed. “I was like, ‘what the heck I gotta do to be with you?’ Who do I have to be for you to be with me?’”

“Y-You told her all t-this in class...?” Tamaki questioned. 

“Yeah! Well, I texted her! And check this out, she replied with a smiley face!” Mirio took out his phone, opened the messaging app and showed the conversation to his two friends. 

“S-So bold...!” Tamaki gasped. 

“That’s our Mirio alright!” Nejire giggled. “Tell us more!”

“I never met anyone like her, guys. She listens to me, she helps me improve my techniques so of course I help her with whatever she needs too!”

“That’s so cuuuute~” Nejire squealed but then she suddenly gasped. “Are you gonna ask her to the hero concert?”

“Duh.”

Nejire was about to scream but Tamaki quickly put his hand over her mouth to keep her inner fangirl inside. 

“Nejire p-please.” He mumbled before turning to his blond friend. “A-Are you going to ask her today?”

“Yup! I got a whoooole plan! We have English together after lunch.” 

“Ooohhh I’m so excited!!” Nejire squealed again, pushing Tamaki’s hand away.

“Excited for what?” A new interrupted them and they looked up to see you. 

“For the concert!” Mirio quickly replied, sweating nervously seen as he nearly blew his cover. 

“You have a ticket? That’s so cool.” You beamed, patting Mirio’s broad shoulder. “Now c’mon, we can’t be late for English!”

Mirio nodded and followed you to class, not before quickly turning his head back to his friends and giving them a wink. They both waved and did a thumbs up, wishing him luck. 

In class, Mirio could hardly pay attention, as all he could do was think about you and how he was going to succeed into getting you to go out with him. His blue eyes were fixated on you, how you were so focused on the teacher’s words, processing what he was saying and the topic he was teaching. You were adorable to him; the way you raised your hand to answer a question and pout when you got it wrong. 

Hours later, class ended but before you could do anything, much less get up from your seat, Mirio stood in front of your desk with a bright grin on his face and extended his hand. 

“May I have this dance?” He asked, his voiced toned down slightly as an attempt to sound attractive. Although you found it goofy, it worked ‘cause you gracefully took his hand and he gently lifted you up on your feet, his warm hands encased around yours. He pulled you to his chest, wrapping one arm around your waist whilst your free hand was resting on his chest. Suddenly, there was music playing in the room and you looked around to spot where it was coming from but Mirio gently guided your face back to looking at him and him only. 

“Y/N, tell me... What the heck I gotta do, to be with you?” He sang, swaying to the music with you. “

“What the heck I gotta do?” Multiple students in the background echoed. 

“What the heck I gotta do, to be with you?” He twirled you before continuing to dance with you. You were trying to hard to suppress your giggling and squealing - the guy who had a crush on was singing to you. How perfect could this be? 

“What the heck I gotta do?” 

“Who do I have to be for you to go to the concert with me?” Your eyes widened at his question. You had been wanting to go to the concert but hesitated due to the price. He had another ticket? And he was asking you to go with him? 

“Y/N...~” The students sang again. 

“Y/N! I know there's a reason you were transferred here to me!”

“Y/N...~” 

“Y/N! I know there's a reason this isn't luck, it's destiny 

“Y/N...~” 

“Y/N! You know me! Will you go to the concert with me?” He looked at for you a response and you pulled him in for a hug. The music had paused so you knew it was the moment for you to give him an answer. 

“Of course you dork!” You giggled, overwhelmed with joy. 

“Yes!” Mirio said in victory, fist bumping the air above him while the rest of the class clapped. The music came back on however it finished shortly, as if it was the finale of a big musical number. “Oh my God, Mirio, this is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me. How did you know I was even free to attend?”

“Remember when I asked you if you were free for a study session?” 

“Way to be subtle.” You snorted, still holding his hand. 

“It was the only thing I could think of!”

“You’re such a dork.” You got on your tippy toes and kissed his cheek, earning a few dog whistles and cheering from your classmates. 

Mirio thanked the people who helped him serenade you before packing his and your things and leaving the classroom to go to the dorms. You both walked hand in hand, already acting like a couple before any of you could make it official. By now it was clear to you both that you liked each other. Once arrived at your dorm, you turned to him, looking up and his eyes that were sparkling with joy. 

“So... what happens after the concert?” You asked. 

Mirio leaned against the wall next to the doorknob. “Well... what do you want to happen?”

You scoffed, a shy smile tugging on your lips. “I like you Mirio, a-a lot so what I want is... for us to be a thing.”

“Huh, what a coincidence, because I like you too and that’s exactly what I want as well.” Mirio grinned, flashing his perfect teeth. Another squeal escaped your lips and you couldn’t help but pull him in for another bear hug which he gladly returned. 

“Best day ever.” You whispered. 

“Couldn’t agree more, Sunshine.” Mirio agreed, kissing your hair before pulling away. 

“See you then.” You smiled before entering your room and closing the door. 

After what felt like forever of suppressing your squeals, you finally let it all out, jumping around your room, hugging your pillow close to your chest. Outside, Mirio heard you and smiled to himself, glad to see he made you happy.

[bobo-archive]

Please please please first kiss Nuts and Dolts

I had too much fun with this prompt anon - I know @bi-gremlin wanted this too so here you go

‘Heartbeat’

“She was still trying to get used to her new body, while it was almost the same being practically human now had lots of new additions to her what she already thought was a complicated mind… It was weirder being human, she felt like she… She didn’t know half of what she used to. Only what she could remember. Memories that included a new development in feelings, and gods… Why did it feel like her heart was racing when she saw her silver-eyed friend?”

Or

“Despite all the other benefits of being whatever she was now, Penny seemed to be having a war with her own hair that would not go into a ponytail and free herself from the heat it radiated in Vacuo heat - A bit of help from Ruby and maybe Penny will figure out what the heck the other feelings she’d been having are.”

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“Stupid… Hair… Go up!” Her hands slipped as the band she held snapped, “Dang it!”

Penny had been attempting to put her hair in a ponytail for the past twenty minutes. With no luck. The one thing she had not liked about Vacuo… Or being… More human… Was the fact heat affected her now. She was miserable in this heat.

It’d been around two weeks since they’d left Atlas. That entire day still replayed ever so often for Penny. It was almost traumatizing. Better yet it was traumatizing. Those few days she’d held that virus in her robotic code she’d felt terrible, as if there was no escape. Even after her soul was taken from her body and placed into… Whatever word could best describe what she even was now, she’d felt terrified watching her robotic body pretty much destroy itself just before her eyes.

Since then things had gotten better. Salem hadn’t seemed to cause issues, and the people in Vacuo were surprisingly welcoming of the foreign citizens of Atlas and Mantle. Things seemed like they’d be going back to normal. Except…

Things weren’t normal for her. Even if she hadn’t had to be separated from her mechanical body her aura was very fragile, and considering no one had barely a clue what would happen if she got hurt she was under heavy protection, from Nora and her team, and Blake, Weiss, Yang, and… Ruby.

That was another thing. Something had been off the past few weeks. Being around her didn’t feel the same. Whatever sat in her chest… It seemed to speed up whenever she heard her speak. Penny kept finding herself staring at the brunette whenever they were together, staring usually at her gorgeous silver eyes. There it was again! Her mind was… Confused? She didn’t know what these feelings were.

“You want help with that?” As if on cue her thoughts were interrupted by the voice of Ruby. She’d walked into Penny’s room she was occupying currently.

“Oh, sure,” Penny had been caught off guard so hard that the words tumbled out her mouth so much more quickly than anticipated. Ruby nodded, walking over to Penny and grabbing a new hair tie before brushing her hair.

“I think you’re finally understanding why my hair’s short, huh?” Ruby chuckled.

“I guess so,” Penny said, “It’s odd, I didn’t think feeling temperature like this would be so… So miserable!”

“Welcome to having a non-metal body,” Ruby said, rolling her eyes in a playful manner. She picked Penny’s hair up and begun to slide the tie through it before continuing, “How have you been anyways?”

“I’m still confused by all the stuff you guys find normal,” Penny answered, “I don’t honestly understand how you guys are so used to… All the weirder bodily functions you’ve experienced for years on a regular basis!”

“Do you hate it though?” Ruby asked. Penny paused a moment before replying.

“No… I don’t, it’s…” Penny held her hand out and touched her face, “I guess I’m still just getting used to this.”

“Any weird emotions yet?” Ruby said, smirking into the mirror as she finished Penny’s ponytail, letting it fall gracefully down as her hands let go of the orange strands.

Penny was about to say no when she remembered what she’d been thinking about before Ruby came in. She ended up staying silent as she smiled shyly, leaning down a bit to run her fingers through her wind.

“Oh? So you have?” Ruby walked to stand beside Penny.

“Y-Yeah… I don’t know it’s just… It’s this feeling I keep feeling around you it’s-” Penny paused rethinking about what she’d thought, “I don’t know, it’s kind of hard to explain, I already sort of felt this way before because I genuinely found you to be an amazing friend but now it’s just… I feel so much more… You’re just so pretty and when I see your eyes glimmer in the sun it makes my heart kind of… Or whatever is in my chest, did we ever figure that out?”

“Listen, you’re an amazing person, I don’t know why I feel different or what exactly it is that would describe this emotion but you’re just… Amazing! You’re amazing, you’re so nice to everyone and even when some people may have done wrong you know that they aren’t totally bad people it’s just… Something I admire a lot about you and to be honest it’s not something I thought I could ever feel.” Penny smiled, feeling her cheeks grow hot as she hugged herself a little. Ruby stayed silent. Curious, Penny looked over to Ruby who was looking down a little shocked but… Was that red spread on her cheeks?

“Well that’s…” Ruby hesitated, “I never expected that.”

“Do you know what it is I’m feeling?” Penny asked.

“I mean, I think I have an idea but the way I could explain it… It’s sort of a feeling that… That you would give anything and I mean anything for this person,” Ruby said, “You perhaps want to… To stay with them, it’s hard being away from them.”

Penny gave a light nod before Ruby finished her statement.

“I think… You’re feeling… Love.” Ruby said, a bit flabbergasted.

“Well, what kind of love?” Penny asked. Ruby waited a moment more before looking directly into Penny’s green eyes.

“I guess the same I’ve been feeling for a while,” With that Ruby stood a bit higher pulled Penny down as their lips drew closer together eventually crashing.

Now this was different.

This was… A kiss right? This was a kiss. Ruby was kissing her. The emotions were pretty much harder to describe than ever as warmth filled her body. Like a hug. But it felt so much more important. It felt so much different yet the same. When Ruby’s lips drew away from her she felt almost sad. Ruby looked down, closing her eyes before shaking her head.

“Sorry… I didn’t-”

“I liked that,” Penny interrupted before pulling Ruby back into the kiss.

[soradragon]

Unexpected Visit

“Oh no, not them…” Everyone has that one person they never want to deal with. Who is that person to your character and why?

Thank you my dear @xxbyimm for helping me out with this one!^^

Warings: none

Anyway, enjoy^^

Leo wandered the city of New York, the bickering between his brothers became too much,  he went out to take a breather. But, he didn't notice the vague figure following behind him. The turtle in blue jumped to next rooftop, staring at the view. Leo closed his eyes as a breeze blew through his mask, listening closely to the whistling of the wind and the cars honking and driving down below. The lights of the city illuminated him in a mystical brilliance. Leo closed his eyes, breathing in slowly and exhaling out again, calming his mind and soul. Everything felt peaceful and quiet, the sounds of the city faded out of existence until the only presence present was Leo himself... and someone else's. Leo's hand went slowly to his katana, his eyes still closed as he turned his body at an unbelievable speed. Throwing a shuriken towards the intruder, who dodged it gracefully.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, Leo, Leo, Leo. And here I thought your sensei taught you at least some decency about how rude it is to throw weapons at people. Oh, how wrong I was." A teasing voice spoke up, turning Leo's stone-faced expression into a frown. "Karai." Leo spat, glaring towards the girl who smirked back at him. the turtle in blue drew his katana's, keeping her at a distance. Karai placed a hand on her chest feigning fake hurt, "now, now, Leo. Why so mean? We were such a good team back then." Leo growled, "that was before you betrayed us! I...We trusted you! And you used us!" He took a fighting stance, ready to attack at any moment. Karai ignored Leo's statement and walked forward, holding her hands up in a surrender gesture. "Calm down. I come in peace." Leo slowly lowered his katana's a bit, still wary of the kunoichi before him. She stopped before him smiling and keeping her hands up. "I came to give you a tip. The Foodclan is planning to raid a warehouse on the east side of the city, no idea why. But they're looking for something dangerous. I thought you would've liked to know." She spoke, keeping eye contact to show Leo she wasn't lying. The turtle in blue lowered his katana's, confused. Why would she give the location and plan away to the enemy? Was it a trap? Karai turned, walking away. Leo called out to her, making her face him. "Why would you give me this information? Is this a trap?" She smirked, "who knows..." She answers, jumping to the next rooftop. Leaving a dumbfounded leader in blue behind.

"What...the heck?"

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[sherlockholmesandhisinability]

Sherlock Holmes and His Inability to Sing.

“Oi, Sherlock! Put the bloody heater on- it’s freezing in ‘ere.” Whined Greg as he slammed the ice laden 221B door. Gossamer shards slid from the wood and landed on the pavement with a shattering crescendo, sounding like the twitching chirps of a wind-chime long forgotten and surrendered to the December robins.

“Brr, God’s sake- how cold is it in here? Lads? Lads?” He marched up the stairs and pressed his ear up against the door, before falling silent and listening. There was nothing to be heard.

“Right! I’m coming in!”

He stepped back, oblivious of the perilous drop of stairs behind him, and ran forward, throwing his body weight against the door and swinging it open violently with the power of his shoulder. He stumbled into the room and scrambled to his feet,

“Police! Police! John? Sherlock?!”

Instantly, sprang up a blanket woven around a slim frame and pulled over its head. It unfurled with such force that it couldn’t handle its momentum and so plummeted forward inelegantly.

“Argh, J-John? John?!”

“Oh, for Christ’s sake. Sherlock, it’s me- Greg. You texted! Said it was an emergency. Ring a bell? God, I was panicking! Here, get up,”

He scooped the bundle from the floor warmly and held it by the shoulders. “You alright, then?”

“Yes. Fine.” Ached Sherlock as he wriggled free.

“Come on, you soft git- take that off and tell me what’s happening.“ He reached to unsheathe the man in the blanket, but he swerved and writhed his way to the desk. He sat down wearily and began to explain,

“John’s doing Christmas this year, but a ‘proper family Christmas’, so he calls it. With a bird of somesort-”

“A turkey?”

“Yes, that’s the one. And it’ll be just us; John, myself and Rosie. With presents.”

“Presents, eh? Oh lord no, not presents!” The Detective Inspector chuckled.

“Yes, presents, Greg. Do keep up. Anyway- it’ll be the whole affair and I don’t really know what to do about it.”

“Hang on. You called me over here in the middle of rush hour, because you can’t handle Christmas?! Bloody Hell, Sherlock! You’re a Dad now!”

“I’m not a Dad!” He screamed, “That’s just the issue! I am not a Dad! I am not Rosie’s father…” He paused solemnly, “But I am the reason she does not have a mother.”

Greg’s eyes softened. He sighed sorrowfully and pressed his lower lip into his other.

“Oh, Sherlock. I- I didn’t know- I didn’t know you felt like that. Heck, I didn’t even know you felt at all!” He placed his hand on the plush throw. “You can’t change what happened, but you can change what will happen. What’s the biggest issue you’ve got with the big C?”

“Rosie’s having a little concert with the children from the nursery later on today.”

“Yes, go on.“

“And the parents are supposed to sing with their children.”

“Oh, that’s nice. What’s it called then?”

Sherlock’s nose flared and he breathed in and out slowly, before spitting, 

“Mummy and Daddy Sing-a-Long Christmas Bonanza.”

“But… you’re two Daddies.”

“Yes, wait no! No and yes. Yes, that’s true and the name of the event is utterly stupid in every sense- and no, that is not the issue. The issue is… I can’t sing.”

“Now, come on! I’m sure you’re not that bad! Gimme a quick rendition.”

“No.”

“Go on. Just a quickie. Oh shit, I meant a quick one. Shit! A quick song!”

“No.”

“Oh, I see,” Said Greg as he shook his head, “I see the problem. You’re Sherlock Holmes. The Sherlock Holmes! It’s not that you can’t sing- you just won’t.”

“Can’t, won’t, whatever. What should I do?”

“I think you should just suck it up and do it.”

“No,” whimpered the blanket. It stood and shuffled back to the sofa, where it’s sulking sessions usually took place. “No, that’s not what I wanted you to say!”

“I don’t know what to tell ya, Sherl. No, I don’t that. Sher…ly? Ack- no. Right, I’m off. Things to be done. Actual problems to be solved! I’m an important man you know!”

“If you are so important, then how does the station run without you?”

“It doesn’t! Oh forget this- I’m goin’. See you round. I’ll probably see you online actually! ‘Sherlock Holmes Sings ‘Jingle Bells’. What a video that’d be!”

“Ngh.”

“You’re gonna go viral! London loves you!”

And just like that, he was gone. The only trace was a trail of ice and water, mixed with the dirt from boots never cleaned.

“I won’t sing!”

Two shots rang out, as two very neat bullet holes were made in the wall. The sniper coughed feebly as the dull plaster snowed into the tussled mahogany mop that his face was buried in.

“Sherlock?!”

The door slammed again, this time with the brute force used to open it. The walls reverberated from the impact that struck the room. The same force plundered its way up the stairs, but slowly. Carefully. There was another force, a minute one, in front of it.

“Rosie, honey, go and play in my bedroom. Here, take my phone. There you go. Daddy wants to talk to Dad.”

“Okay Daddy, I love you, Daddy.”

“I know honey, I love you too. Now go on, go and play.” I said warmly as I advanced. Sherlock’s ears pricked up and he turned to face me. He sprung around with his dark hair thickly shot with grey.

“John! How was shopping?”

I gave him a hard stare. The coldest, most stern look on my face spoke only of rage and disapproval. I was just thankful I took that bloody Santa hat off outside because Heaven help Sherlock if he laughed now.

“The wall.” I grunted through my teeth. “I asked you not to shoot at the wall.”

“I didn’t think you were going to know. You were out, and you’re not the most observant of people.” He giggled.

I scowled more, carving the lines deeper into my worn face. “I think I’d notice bullet holes, Sherlock.”

“Can you see them now?”

I looked at the wallpaper. Black and white motif. It was useless trying to see anything, a high-vis jacket could get lost in that pattern.

“I- I… I- no. I don’t see it. But, that doesn’t mean you can go tearing up our flat just because you’re pissed about something!”

“Daddy,” toddled in Rosie, “Can I put my show dress on? My Chi- Crisna- Chra-”

“Christmas. Rosamund, listen, Christmas.”

“Sherlock, when you’re correcting our daughter, please be more-”

“Our daughter? John, no. This, it’s too much!”

“Dad?”

“Sherlock?

“No, no, no! I’m not her father, John, you are!”

“Sherlock.”

“I can’t do it!”

I tossed my head back ever so slightly, so I could swallow the bulge in my throat. I croaked, 

“Can’t do what, Sherlock?”

“This! Any of it!” He shrunk and crouched on his knees, eyes level with Rosie’s, and spoke firmly, “I will not be singing with you this evening, Rosamund. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Dad.”

“And… Daddy might ask you to stop calling me Dad, okay Rosamund?”

I drew in my shaking breath and clenched my sweating palms. I felt my pulse raise and pound through my whole body. The heartbeat heated my burning face. I was so consumed with fury and despair, that the edges of my vision blackened and blurred, and I struggled to stay on my feet. 

“And why, Sherlock… why would I do that?”

“Because I am a terrible parent, an unfit guardian and a danger to those in this flat. I am not meant to be like you! Warm and affectionate and kind and-”

“Do you still want to marry me?”

“I, John-”

“On October 31st, just under two months ago, you got down on one knee- in this very spot- and tried to propose to me. I said ‘yes’ and it was amongst the most spectacular nights of my life. But if you don’t want to marry me, then, then, then leave!”

“John, calm down-”

“Do you want to marry me or not?!”

He looked into my bloodshot eyes and at the oceans flooding my face. I stood defensively, with the look of a wild animal stitched into my skin. 

He then looked down at the dainty girl staring up at him sorrowfully.

“I’m going out.” He stated as he wrapped the mauve scarf around his neck and grabbed his coat.

“Sherlock, Sherlock if I don’t see you at that ‘Sing-a-Long’-”

“Ugh!”

“If I do not see you at that event tonight, then do not even think of showing your face around here ever again! Do you understand me?!”

He looked at me expressionlessly and turned to face the door. He stopped. He thought. He continued and left me with my crying daughter, equally as broken as I was.

The hours passed and I found myself at the nursery with my face wizened by the bitter air drying my tears. It was dark, but Rosie’s face was bright with excitement. She was bounding up and down, and the light from her hands shifted as she moved.

“Careful honey, don’t burn yourself on that Christingle.”

“Okay Daddy.”

It was dark and melancholy. Though there was a warmth in my hand, there was none within me. I looked at my watch. Quarter to six. We started at six. I waved at Mums and Dads galore as I waded through the crowds of harmonious parents. I looked at so many faces, but I was only looking for one. 

I couldn’t forgive him, but I needed him to be here with me.

Six o’clock came and we all gathered at the front of the tiny hall. Grandparents and assorted relatives perched eagerly on the edge of their metal fold-away seats, with camcorders and flip-phones at the ready. 

On came the music from the CD player, ‘Silent night, holy night…’

“Wait! Stop! John! John!”

The hall was filled with the sharp echoes of wooden soles on a polished floor. From between the rows of chairs, ran a lanky suit, with a black case under his arm and a wide grin on his cadaverous face.

“Sherlock!”

“Daddy!”

“One moment! Terribly sorry folks, I will be just one moment!”

From his case, he produced an ornate violin and bow, much to the amazement of the octogenarians in the audience reciting the famous Detective’s name in awe.

He bounded up to the front and floated down gracefully to Rosie’s level and embraced her. He didn’t say anything, but simply crossed his legs, plucked her from the floor and placed her on the right side of his lap, with the instrument on his left shoulder. He tapped the bow on the floor jovially and waved at the elderly lady at the helm of the CD player,

“From the top, if you please!”

As the music began to play, Rosie giggled and shoved the flaming orange in her hands into Sherlock’s face.

“Da- Sherlock? Do you like my Chr- Cwi- Chee-”

“Christingle, my dear Watson, the word is Chris-tin-gle”

He then synchronised his notes with that of the music and occasionally played different ones, deepening the richness of the multiple tones of what otherwise would have been a very simple melody. 

He whispered lowly, “Rosie, dear, call me Dad.”

I wasn’t done with him just yet, but the walk home was going to be a lot less lonely with my fiance at my side.

[star-chlld]

This is my ML secret santa for @crypticcravings. It’s kind of the friends-since-childhood-au. I hope you like it! @mlsecretsanta

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When Marinette was five, her mommy took her to the park. It was a regular occurrence for her. One parent would take over the bakery, and the other would bring her to the park for an hour or so. Today was no exception. As her mommy sat down on the bench next to another woman, Marinette ran to the playground. There were lots of kids today, and so many people to play with. But then Marinette her crying, and yelling. She hated it when people cried.

Turning around in circles, she finally found the source of the noise. Behind the twisty slide, her favorite, was a group of older kids. Marinette recognized them as the second graders that liked to sneer and yell at her class across the playground at school. It the middle was a small boy, her age, with tears flowing down his cheeks as the other boys yelled and kicked at him. Marinette also hated bullies. She couldn’t stand them.

Stomping over to them, Marinette yelled as fiercely as she could, “Hey! Leave him alone!” All the heads swiveled in her direction. Two of the boys looked scared that they had been found out, but the third jeered back, “Ya? Make me, jerk!” Marinette had never been called a jerk before, and she didn’t like it one bit. Her pigtails bouncing, she walked right up to the bully. “I will tell your mommy.” She threatened, staring him right in the eyes. His grin dropped.

“Fine. We’ll go.” He said reluctantly, before leading the other two boys away.

Marinette tentatively approached the younger boy. He sat on the woodchips, his head in between his knees, long arms wrapped around himself. He shook as he cried.

Marinette sat down next to him. “It’s okay. I made them go away.” She said, hoping that would make him feel better. He lifted his head and looked at her. Messy, golden hair covered his green eyes, and the front of his striped t-shirt was wet with tears.

“You did?” He said in awe. Marinette held out her hand to him like she had seen her parents do for customers. “Yep! I’m Marinette.”

The boy shook her hand, just as he had seen his parents do. He still shook and his breathing was ragged, but wasn’t crying anymore. “I’m Adrien.”

Marinette gasped suddenly, jumping to her feet. “ I know what will make you happy!” She cried out. “My mommy brought cookies! Come on! Come on!” Not even waiting for Adrien to stand completely, the elated little girl grabbed his arm and dragged him to the bench where her mother was chatting with the woman next to her. “Mommy, this is Adrien. He needs a p-pick him up. Can we have cookies?” The other lady gasped.

“Adrien, sweetheart! What happened?” As Adrien explained how Marinette had heroically saved him, Marinette studied the woman. She was probably Adrien’s mom. She had a slender face, and the same green eyes and golden hair as him. She stroked his hair as he talked.

When Adrien was finished, Marinette’s mom held out a chocolate chip cookie to him. Adrien devoured it in one bite. He looked at Marinette, who was nibbling on her cookie, and said, “Do y-you want to go play?” She nodded enthusiastically, and together they ran to the playground.

The sky was turning pink and orange when Marinette’s mommy came to get her to go home. The two five year olds were having a contest to see who could swing the highest. “Come on honey, I’ve left your papa alone far too long.” She said. Marinette hopped off her swing, and Adrien’s came to a stop.

“Do you have to go?” He asked. Marinette nodded sadly.

Adrien’s mom walked up beside Marinette’s. “Well, that doesn’t mean you can’t play together again. Say goodbye, I’m sure you’ll see each other soon.”

Adrien jumped off the swing and gave Marinette a hug. Arms still wrapped each other, Adrien whispered, “Marinette, I think you’re my best friend.”

“Me too.”

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They day Marinette discovered fashion, she was eleven. She had replaced going to the park with helping her parents bake, but still had regular play dates with Adrien.

“Mom, how do people make their own clothes?” She asked one night. Sabine chuckled.

“Well, they would cut out the right patterns and sew them together. Add some embellishments, maybe.” She checked to make sure Marinette knew what embellishments meant, but her daughter was no longer listening. Marinette’s eyes sparkled.

“That sounds awesome! I could make my clothes anyway I wanted them too! I could have pockets!” Marinette gushed. Sabine put her book down and smiled.

“Not so fast! Sewing takes practice and hard work. You can’t just immediately sew perfectly.” This didn’t phase Marinette. For her next birthday, she got a sewing machine and a pile of scrap material.

The day Marinette's parents sat her down and told her that Adrien’s mom disappeared, she was barely twelve. She knew immediately that she had to do something for Adrien. Marinette ran to her sewing machine and began to sew.

The next day, her project was finished in record time. She nervously walked to Adrien’s house, the gift in a wrapped shoe box. Adrien’s dad answered the door. He was a big, imposing figure. Marinette had never spoken to him until now. “H-hello! I’m h-here to see Adrien?” Wordlessly, Gabriel let her past, but Marinette couldn’t help but notice that his eyes were red, like he had been crying.

Marinette hurried to Adrien’s room. She entered quietly. He was playing an arcade game, but obviously didn’t care about it. “Adrien? Can we talk? I have something for you.” As she got closer, she could see that Adrien’s tears were much fresher than his dad’s.

Marinette put her arms around him, and he didn’t fight, just leaned into the hug. “I’m sorry,” She whispered into his hair, “Don’t worry. They’ll find her.” Adrien looked down, noticing the shoe box.

“What’s that?” He asked, trying to change the subject. People had been saying they were sorry all day. He didn’t want to add his best friend to the list of people who pity him. Marinette handed him the box.

“It’s for you. I know you might miss your mom so I made this. I figured it could help, y’know?” Out of the box, Adrien drew a plushie. It was a replica of his mom. Fresh tears rolled down his cheeks.

“Marinette, it’s beautiful! It looks exactly like her!” He cried.

The arcade game beeped, annoyed at being ignored. “Do you want to hang around, play some video games? I just got Mecha Strike 3.”

“That sounds great! But I call the red controller!”

“What? No! I’ll race you!” They both ran for the remote on the couch. Knocking heads, they fell against the couch, knocking it over. The friends lay on the floor, laughing.

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Marinette’s and Adrien’s life changed forever when they were sixteen. Unbeknownst to the other, they had been superheros for two years now. There was no one Marinette trusted more than Chat Noir, and no one Adrien trusted more than Ladybug.

It had been a rough morning. Two akumas before ten o’clock, the first at two in the morning and the second at eight. Marinette and Adrien had gotten no sleep, and no break.

Ladybug collapsed on the top of the Eiffel tower, Chat Noir not-so-gracefully landing beside her. They leaned against each other and the tower. “I don’t want to go to school.” Ladybug sighed finally. “I have a test in one class. An essay in another, and two hours of sleep.”

Chat Noir groaned, as if he had forgotten that he had to go to school. “Me too, Bugaboo, me too. Although I still wish you would tell me where you go to school. Or how old you are. Or what your birthday is!”

“I told you! We can’t risk it! Anyway, we don’t have to go to school quite yet. Let’s just sit here for a …. minute.”  Chat was asleep as soon as she said school. Ladybug was asleep as soon as she finished talking. They didn’t even hear their miraculouses beep.

               *                                     *                                       *                          “They are dead. She doesn’t come to school, doesn’t respond to my texts, and now I’ve found that they’ve been cuddling on top of the Eiffel Tower this entire time?”

“Alya, babe, cut them a little slack…”

“Slack?! He didn’t text either! They’ve been gone all day! I’ve been worried sick!”

“I’m sure they had a good reason.”

“They’ve better.” Alya growled as she paced in front of the sleeping, untransformed heroes. Nino stood behind her, trying to abate the fury a little. School had gotten over hours ago. The sun was going down, and Marinette and Adrien had slept through it all. Now, Alya’s shouting was waking them up.

Adrien and Marinette slowly opened their eyes. They looked at each other, brains not processing what they saw. Marinette realized what was going on first. She jumped to her feet, jumping back but running into Alya. Whirling around, Marinette came face to face with Alya’s death glare.

Adrien got to his feet, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. “Sorry to interrupt your staring contest, but what the heck is going on?” He exclaimed, pushing the hair out of his eyes. “I just remember falling asleep this morning, and it wasn’t with Marinette…”

“It wasn’t with Marinette?” Alya shrieked, “Well then who the heck was it with?” Adrien rubbed his feet together.

“C’mon, dude. Just tell us.”

“ Well, it was Ladybug.”

“LADYBUG!?” Alya and Nino cried. Marinette had paled considerably.

“And when I fell asleep I was with Chat Noir…” The realization came to the two heroes at the same time, and Marinette voiced what they both were thinking. “We must have transformed in our sleep, but that means that my best friend is Chat Noir!”

Adrien yawned. “Okay. That sounds legit.”

Marinette thought for a moment before nodding. “Adrien as Chat Noir does sound about right.”

Alya and Nino were lost. “Let me get this straight.” Alya said, “You two are Ladybug and Chat Noir?” Marinette and Adrien nodded.

“Why are you both just okay with this? Why didn’t you tell us?” Nino asked. Marinette frowned.“We couldn’t. Our kwamis told us not to.”

“Speaking of Kwami, where is he?”Adrien wondered out loud. As if on cue, a small snore echoed from the other side of the balcony. The group walked towards the snore, and found Tikki and Plagg curled against each other, fast asleep.

Nino chuckled. “I’m not sure what those are but that. Is. Adorable.”

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Adrien knew that he had a team to back him up, but he could never bring himself to skip a fight. After all, he was seventeen now, and he could fight his own battles. So, sniffling and racked with coughs, Adrien leaped out of his window. Getting to the Eiffel Tower was harder than it needed to be, seeing as he kept sneezing at unconventional times. It was throwing of his balance, and Adrien ended up three miles past the Seine before he realized that the Eiffel Tower was the other way.

Adrien landed on the balcony of the Eiffel tower half an hour late. Ladybug glanced at him before asking Rena Rouge where they should patrol. Alya liked to keep track of the high crime areas, when she wasn’t fighting or blogging. After deciding that they would hang around the bar down the road from the Champ de Mars, they headed over, traveling each in their own way. Alya ran, Marinette swang using her yo-yo, Adrien jumped from building to building, Chloe flew, and Nino ran along with Alya. Sometimes he tried to keep up with Adrien, but after taking a dive off a building and scaring the team half to death, he stayed on the ground.

It was a generally uneventful night until around midnight. They had broken up a few drunken fights, escorted some people home, and now they sat on top of the bar, playing rock-paper-scissors. “Okay, Adrien, you against me. Winner takes on Alya.” Nino said, turning to his friend. Adrien was fast asleep, and even  in his leather outfit he was shivering.

“What’s wrong with him? It’s not that cold.” Chloe asked.

“He seemed sick when he got here, but it didn’t seem that bad.” Alya added.

“Do we wake him up?” Nino asked the others.

Marinette stood up. “I’ll take him home. Do you think you guys will be okay for a bit?” They all assured her that they would be fine, and Marinette nudged Adrien awake. “Come on, Chat, time to go home.” The rest of the team chuckled as Chat Noir woke up, stood and stretched, then promptly fell asleep again on Ladybug’s shoulder. Marinette wrapped her arm around his waist then swung off.

Adrien had left his window open when he left, and Marinette, barely balancing Adrien on her shoulder, jumped in and laid him on his bed. It was only when Plagg de-transformed him that he finally woke up.

“What?” He mumbled, sitting up, “How did I get home?”

“I carried you.” Marinette said, de-transforming and sitting on the bed next to him. Tikki took off to go find Plagg. “You shouldn’t come to patrol when you're sick.”

“I know, but I hate feeling useless…”

“And I get it, but it’s better to miss one patrol then to work yourself so much you have to go to the doctor.” He looked at her, confused, and she added, “Been there. Done that.”

They sat on Adrien’s bed, leaning against each other for a couple minutes of almost silence. Adrien’s sniffling was the only sound. Finally Adrien spoke up. “Marinette, you’ve been my friend for a really long time.” He started quietly. “And - and your cool and nice and an amazing hero. And what I guess I’m trying to say is - Marinette, I love you.”

Marinette was taken aback, but only for a moment. She turned to Adrien, who was staring at his hands, and took his face in her’s. “Silly cat,” she playfully chided, “I’ve loved you since the moment we met.” Taking the fact that he hadn’t moved away as a good sign, she kissed him. It was quick, on the cheek, but they both grinned and blushed. “I bet I could do better than that.” Adrien said, grinning. Marinette laughed.

“No way! You’re sick!” They both fell back on the bed.

“So. My father’s making me go to this gala, and I was thinking, it wouldn’t be torture if you came with.”

“It’s a date.”

[cutegirlmayra]

Aaaah your story with Sonic death makes me cry for hours DD,X can you make one with Amy visiting Sonic one last time please? Make me cry senpai TwT

Referencing this: (x)

The reason why I didn’t do Amy the last time was that it was gonna be FEELS THAT KILL LIKE DEATH ITSELF AND WILL CONSUME THE SOUL AND EAT THE HEART AWAY- but

Prompt:

Sonic lay fast asleep inside Amy’s house, seeming peaceful as he slept on her couch. Silent with his chin resting on the cushion of the couch that looked untouched for quite a while.

A bright light engulfed the adjacent kitchen, and a silent flash glistened to a resting glow.

The glow dimmed, as a foot stepped out from the kitchen, and Amy wisped her see-through but colorful head into a peek across the room from the door’s corner frame.

“Oh Sonic���” Her voice seemed to echo ever so gracefully, fading from her as she walked, but never made contact with the ground. “It’s not your fault.”

She sat down on the couch, lifting his head and placing it on her ghostly lap, stroking his quills.

The doctors had said she was too weak to survive any treatment, the blast to her heart was making it difficult to beat correctly, and no matter how many times they shocked her alive, she was growing weaker and weaker in her painful breathing.

She had slipped off peacefully enough, except for one fact that kept bringing her back to this plane of existence.

“You keep waiting for me… you have to let me go.” She whispered, lovingly stroking his quills. “I know it’s hard… that you still want me to comfort you, and be there for you like I’ve always been… but… then I’m not making you happy.” She shook her head, understanding crossing her face with a tender, affectionate smile.

“All my life… all I wanted to do was be with you.” She looked up, closing her eyes and letting her wispy self dance in the invisible breeze that blew around her.

“But my purpose was to bring you joy… not sorrow.” She looked down, seeing him breathing, and suddenly a slow pain rose up in her.

Her color grew pale, almost completely transparent, before returning.

“With each passing day… I hate being forgotten.” She shook her head and lowered it down, gripping his spines into a bundle now.

“I didn’t want to die… but it felt good when I did. I wasn’t suffering anymore… but now… I suffer each time I come and see you here… knowing how much you want me back… I come back… but you can’t see me. I try and tell you to leave, to forget me… but I don’t want to disappear! I still love you… I still don’t want you with someone else… but I want you to be happy! And I’m not making you happy being dead!” she gripped his head and sobbed, pulling her legs up more and drawing him closer.

He slept peacefully, but she listened to his inner-thoughts…

In his dreams, the scent of her from the couch brought her back to life. He would remember and relive moments, see her there at times when she wasn’t, and his imagination would produce the scene completely anew again… as though she was there, in the original memory…

“I love you! But you have to live… cause I love you so much… you have to live… you have to leave this home alone and live… You have to leave me alone… I don’t want to leave you… I want to stay … but I’ll only hold you back. I’ll hurt you more. I don’t want to be selfish. I would love to follow you even now… but that’s haunting you… that’s the worst thing I could do!”

She cried with bright, glowing tears of heavenly light. She wiped them quickly away as to not stir him, afraid of spooking him if he should awaken.

She lowered her knees and was about to place his head down-

Before it lifted up… and stared at her.

She froze in horror.

He looked around before down and scratched his head, feeling something sore there but not sure why he woke up with a throbbing head.

She felt the torturous wave of longing fill her spirit to the brim again, as she tilted her head and watched with envy as his head scratched his own…

She could reach out, but he would never realize it was her hand… clinging desperately to him.

She tried, once more, knowing it would only confuse him, and lightly scratched where he was scratching his head.

He looked around, darting his eyes and removing his head, before shaking his head to get the feeling to go away.

She did what he wanted and stopped, removing her hand.

He started to crawl with his hands back down, lowering to the couch once more, and smell in her scent again.

She cried.

She covered her face in her hands and floated up, before he felt a shift in the atmosphere and blinked around, looking around.

He got up again as her colors began to grow more vibrant and real…

Then…

He looked up.

“AHHH!!” he flailed his arms back and fell, hitting the table with his head as he scratched it and then looked back up. His legs hung on the couch. He was stuck between the gap of the table and the couch… gawking at the sight of the figure above him.

Amy was still crying, unaware that her emotions were bringing her into his sight. The more he remembered her, the more she was seen…

“Amy…?”

She shot her head out from her hands and looked down.

The two stared a moment…

“AHHH!!” they both screamed again as Amy flailed backwards through the air away from him and he rolled into a ball to avoid the table.

He spun up and posed in a sturdy stance. “I’m dreaming.” He concluded and hit his head a few times with both fists on either side of his head.

“I must be dreaming. She’s floating around in her own house. That’s nuts. That’s crazy, even. That’s-“

“You… you can see me?” she floated up to lightly grip the top of the couch and peek over. “How… how is that possible?”

He looked up…

Then he turned around.

“I’m dreaming. Stop dreaming. That’s not healthy! This isn’t healthy!!!” he shouted out as she floated over the couch, hovering by him.

“Do… do you really see me?”

“No. I’m pretty sure you’re just a figment of my mournful imagination.” He still remained facing away from her, speaking to her fireplace, and gesturing his arms around.

“Sonic… Sonic, you can hear me…”

“You sound like an echo that’s far away.” He was growing emotional but keeping it together. “Heh, strange dream. I usually wake up about now…”

She lightly reached out, praying, hoping…

She touched his shoulder.

He suddenly rose upright, as if realization hit him.

“…You.” He turned around, and she removed her hand. His eyes showed he was connecting the dots, before softening in understanding. “…You were the feeling… the touch when no one was there…”

She smiled and let a gasp from her sobs escape, before embracing him.

He could barely contain his own amazement, but also could hold her back!

“How… How are you-..?” he couldn’t even breath through his muffled exasperations of glee. He was chuckling through his sentences, making them incoherent.

He found himself slightly going insane as he swung her around, and then bumped her head with his own, and then kept touching her arm or hand and then her shoulders as if not able to fully comprehend she was back.

She giggled right with him, amazed she could be in his presence again, and glad he could see her.

But how was this going to work?

“I don’t know.” She admitted, “I don’t know how or why… but I know that I’ll always be there to comfort you Sonic… I want you to be happy… please be happy… will this make you happy.? Be happy… be happy…” she moved back into his embrace, ducking her head down as a ripple effect of her own emotions caught Sonic up in his own.

He couldn’t let her go this time. He held on as if for dear life. He laughed again, “This works. You’re not fully gone. I can handle that.” He didn’t care if she was a ghost, she was there. He didn’t care if he couldn’t feel her breath, he could hear her voice. He didn’t care that her feet didn’t connect with the ground and make a sound, only that he could physically embrace her and never let her go.

“This is happiness.” He concluded.

“No… Not for long.” Amy suddenly realized…

She moved out of his embrace and wiped her own tears as he ducked his head down and looked confused.

“What do you mean..? You’re back! Tails can work some technological magic and we can have you around all the time! You’ll never be gone again! You’ll-!”

“Never… fully be with you?” she looked up, worriedly.

His excitement suddenly began to diminish. “O-oh…” he rubbed the back of his head and looked away, forlorn.

“…But… we’ll still be like this… like… we used to be.” He looked back… at his friend.

She stepped back with a sharp inhale that meant nothing for her state now.

She drew a hand to where she once could feel a heart that beat… even in its last painful moments, she was saddened that she could never feel it again.

She could sense Sonic’s heartbeat though. How elated it was. But…

“I wanted to be more than just a voice and something to hold.” She looked down.

He suddenly grew slightly angry, “What do you mean? You’re back! We can have a friendly ghost friend, I don’t think it’s creepy at all! Heck, haunt me, Amy! I welcome it gladly..” he placed two hands on her arms again, refusing to let her slip away…

Her eyes watered with light… smiling up at him.

“That does sound fun…” she liked the idea of helping on missions, being around her friends, enjoying their company…

But…

“It wouldn’t be enough though.” She moved out of his touch again…

“…No…” Sonic felt his anger rising, but pushed it down. Doing so made sorrow spike up to the front and dominate the body though… and that was something he thought worth sacrificing.

He shook his head and then a desperate fist out, “You can’t… you can’t leave again.” He felt his voice quiver and freaked out.

Even at her death, he wouldn’t let the others see a single tear, though he had wandered off, unable to summon the strength to run at lightning speeds, and bundled up with tears.

He never made a sound, but only tried to banish every memory that wasn’t her smiling. He kept only the most painfully happy memories… but now…

“I don’t want it to end.” He closed his eyes to focus on clearing his throat and sounding calm again.

However, when he opened his eyes, it was a fierce look, as though he had to have his way. “I don’t understand why this can’t be enough, Amy.”

“…Because I want so much more… it would be like dying every day… wanting to actually be with you in life… and not death.” She looked down, seeing her form start to quiver and fade.

“No…” Sonic reached out, freaking out and grasping her again. “Please! Amy!”

“Sonic… We’re… The living and the dead… I’ll still be with you, but I want you to live your life. I’ll be okay if you fall in love with someone else-“

“No..!”

“I’ll even walk away for a bit… if that happens… but I’ll approve of anyone you choose…” She was fading faster, and his grip turned from something solid to nothing but air.

“Stop! Amy!” he embraced her again, unable to stop the emotions surfacing again. “Dang it! I wasn’t able to say it before… I can’t say it now!”

She jerked her head up, eyes leaking more light…

“But I… I can’t say goodbye!” he dipped his head down, quiet tears once again loosened from his restraining hold…

Amy’s hopeful look turned to one of sorrow again, and she dipped her head down. The color was fading, she was turning into an invisible ghost again.

This time… by her own will.

“I can’t stay… because although you’ll be happy… I won’t be.”

“Amy!!!” he cried out, as she wished she could feel his tears, his voice’s vibration along her back, something to make her feel alive with him again…

But there was only his heartbeat… to remind her how silent her being really was.

She hugged him back, “I don’t want to live… if you can’t love me in life!”

She began to vanish as his eyes widened at her speech…

“But if you love me in death… then dead shall I be.”

His mouth hung open.

“Amy..?”

He felt around for her.

“Amy?”

He turned with crazed, glassy eyes over the walls and ceiling.

He turned to the couch.

“Amy..?”

He slipped back on the couch, his eyes growing weary.

“Amy…”

Consumed in a feeling he couldn’t understand, he slipped back to sleep, as Amy reappeared above his back, stroking his heart to silent beats, till she could finally lull it back to sleep…

In the morning, he’d think it was a dream.

(I know it hurts. I’m sorry.)

[kyulkyungs]

Sunny

Character(s): @sunnysidewrites​ aka Sunny aka the most precious and wonderful human being in existence.

Genre: Fluff? Yeah. Appreciation? Definitely. A whole lot of cheesy lovin’ too. :)

Word Count: 1,538

Summary: They called her many things. Talented, beautiful, joyous, and kind. Me? I only needed one word. Perfect.

A/N: THEY SAID PUT IT IN YOUR INBOX? I’M WRITING OUT A FULL ON FIC FOR YOU, OT WON'T FIT. BOOK DESCRIPTION?? NUH-UH FULL. ON. FIC. YOU THINK YOU’RE GONNA GET NOTHING NO, WAY I’M GIVING YOU SOMETHING. ALSO YEAH IT’S LATE GET TO BED YA LOVABLE GOOF

You see a girl. What is she doing? She’s typing. Her fingers are flying quickly across the entire keyboard, constantly in motion. She only looks down at the keyboard between long intervals of time, keeping her eyes on the screen and watching the text fly past as she continues to write.

Who is she? She goes by the name Sunny.

Often times one would think that it would be better if it were just shortened to Sun. Or rather… The Sun. Emphasis on the “The.” It means a title, you see. She is like the sun, the literal sun. A big, hot ball of gas far away from us. She’s just as bright as the sun. Just as far. Because no one can be on a level to compare to her great intensity.

You would have to look at her like you would at the sun.

One might think with squinting eyes and rapid blinking before quickly turning away because it’s too harsh, too much for you. No. That’s not it at all. You have to look at her because you just do. For some odd reason, though not odd at all, you just have to look. Whatever compels you to take a glimpse at the sun, even though you know it’s going to harm you. Sunny is like that. You just have to look, have to see. You have to see just how brightly she shines.

How warm she is, how intense she is, how she is the center. 

People used to believe that the sun was not the center at all. That it revolved around them because they were far greater and more important. But only few realized just how special the sun was. Is. And they were the ones who changed everything. Many afterwards would be shamed, looked down upon for not seeing this much sooner.

I’m not saying that she takes up my entire being. I’m not saying that she is something I depend on to live and function normally.

But if there were life without a sun. It would be a hell of a lot more different.

Though we’re in the same timezone, I don’t see much of her at the same time. When I do, however, I’m in awe. Like when you’re standing in the shade right next to that one patch of sun. When you stick your hand out you feel such a contrast to the chilly darkness. It’s warm. And it’s welcoming.

She’s like that.

She draws you in and makes you want to stay. The warmness she bundles you up in, how could you not want to leave? Sure, the burning heat of the sun can be too much. Fine, that’s fine. Have it your way. You don’t have to like the sun or the heat. But you’ll miss it once it slips by you. She pulls you out of the shade, out of the darkness. She’s done that quite a bit. Even with me.

I’m shy. I can’t communicate very well. But something, something so powerful drew me towards her and made me come forth. Enough with the imagery, I was an anon on her blog. Suddenly I wasn’t. I had to make my name known, that I wasn’t just someone hiding and showing support from the shadows. I stepped into that bright light that always surrounded her just to tell her directly that I am there for her, standing right behind her as she does whatever the heck she wants to do. There are plenty of others behind me. The thing is that sometimes she’s looking forward too much and doesn’t glance behind her every once in a while. She doesn’t see us. So she thinks she’s alone. But we’re there. We’re going to keep pushing her forward. We will not let her fall into the shadows where we once resided.

With hard work it can be done. Just like with so many things Sunny does. Hard work. It takes a lot of hard work to get noticed. Except most people like to wear sunglasses these days, to protect themselves from the sun so they can keep moving on like no other. They choose to look on through darkness. They don’t realize, they don’t see. Once you take off those sunglasses? You’re shown an entirely new world.

She spins words as gracefully as a ballerina spins after doing it routinely for more than half of their lifetime. She writes imagery so nicely that you’d think someone started painting a glorious picture in your head. She adds in emotions, so deep that you feel like you’re there. I’ve been there. Do you know how many smiles I cracked so wide that my cheeks hurt? Quite a lot, she knows how to add in those bits of humor – so subtly added in, but yet so noticeable. Do you even realize how many tears I’ve shed because a plot twist occurred or something deep within me struck my core? I’m pretty sure I’m drowning. I’ve never experienced true heartbreak. But if she says that the reader will, oh heck the reader will. I’ve laughed, I’ve frowned, I’ve smacked my own forehead. A good writer is able to let the reader understand these emotions. A great one is able to let them feel it.

I may just be an emotional person, that’s true. But to have to go back and read her works over and over again. I haven’t even read the same book twice in my lifetime. Not even if it’s a series I love. Harry Potter? I know the plot, I know the characters, I’ve been invested and I’m quite done. I still love that series, but I’m sorry I just can’t reread the books. Narnia? I’m pretty sure I read the series just to get reading points in elementary school, but nonetheless I still read them. I don’t think I could be able to go back and actually read them for real. The Hunger Games. Oh, what a joy those books were. I love the action, the drama, the thrill. As expected, I can’t read them again. I know the plot too well after seeing the movies and discussing the books with friends at this point.

Sunny’s works are just like her. They draw you in. Sure, they’re much shorter than the works I just listed above. Except it’s not about time. I don’t care how long it took me to read a bunch of words strung up together in ways that make you lose your breath. I know the plot, I know what to experience, I know what will happen. And I go back time and time again because it’s something I want to experience once again.

Sure, a lot of her works may not be full blown fanfictions. Those things take a whole lot of time. Bullet point scenarios work just fine too. They’re popular, simple, and give enough room to add in cheesy lines and silly headcanons. Still, they’re amazing and something to refer back to.

I was reading fanfiction (surprise, surprise!) and stumbled across another bullet point scenario. I thought, why not, I have nothing to lose. And then I was sucked in. I loved it. I still do. Then I found another. Guess what? Same author! I don’t usually like works of fanfiction. By that I mean hitting the little like button in the corner. I sure as heck liked the heck out of that post. Another one, and another, and even more. I had to keep reading. Then that was it. I read all of her works.

I was stunned. A writer who had me so heavily immersed in her works that I just had to keep going and going. She doesn’t have a lot to begin with, but there are way more words than you’d think. I downed those words like a wolf.

Other than writing for groups I like, she writes and likes other groups even more. I may not be as into them as I am with other groups, but I sure do enjoy seeing her happy over them. She has enough love to give all of those groups so much support and happiness that you would think she does not have anymore left for herself. That’s where we come in. We give her just the same amount of love to let her know that we enjoy her presence,

If I had to continue with my cheesy, cringey metaphors then I would compare myself to the moon. Sure, people are more comfortable looking at the moon. But the moon is rather lonesome. After all the attention it gets, it doesn’t get all of that beauty from just itself. The sun shines on it, even when you can’t see it. So it’s really the sun who’s the cause here. Besides, who’s there to see the moon when everyone is sleeping and waiting for the sun to come back out again.

The thing is, before you know it the sun may disappear. You wouldn’t even know it until a little later. So I advise you cherish the warmth, the light, the energy it gives you while you still have it. Me? Why, I’ve been doing it from the very start.

[iwillfindadragonsomewhere]

This is how we met Trianna

I didn’t remember that when Trianna and Eragon met she was fiercely flirting with him and that my sweet dumbassy didn’t notice. You can’t even imagine how much i love this moment. And then jealous Saphira just growled and it was over and I died of laugh even I had already read this another 7 times.

(i’m going to start using this giff for everything new I discover rereading)

And, well, here you have the scene, but I added Saphira’s possible comments before exploding at the end. They in bold and cursive. It’s a bit long, but I leave you this to entertain you for a while because I’m on my exams period and I’m quite vanished, I know. So here it is:

“Argetlam” She curtsied gracefully

He inclined his head in return. “Can I help you?”

“I hope so. I’m Trianna, sorceress of Du Vrangr Gata.”

“Really? A sorceress? he asked, intrigued.

“And battle mage and spy and anything else the Varden deem necessary. There aren’t enough magic users, so we each end up with a half-dozen tasks.” She smiled, displaying even, white teeth. (oh, I’m noticing what you are doing woman) “That’s why I came today. We would be honored to have you take charge of our group. You’re the only one who can replace the Twins.”

Almost without realizing it, he smiled back. She was so friendly and charming, he hated to say no. “I’m afraid I can’t; Saphira and I are leaving Tronjheim soon. Besides, I’d have to consult with Nasuada first anyway.” And I don’t want to be entangled in any more politics… especially not where the Twins used to lead.

Trianna bit her lip. “I’m sorry to her that.” She moved a step closer. “Perhaps we can spend some time together before you have to go. I could show you how to summon and control spirits… It would be educational for both of us.” (HA, what a pittyful aproaching that was)

Eragon felt a hot flush warm his face. (of course you do dumby Little One) “I appreciate the offer, bu I’m really too busy at the moment.” (that’s my boy. Deal with it human)

A spark of anger flared within Trianna’s eyes, then vanished so quickly, he wondered whether he had seen it at all. (oh, I have seen it. She deserved it) She sighed delicately. “I understand.”

She sounded so disappointed -and looked so forlorn -Eragon felt guilty for rebuffing her. It can’t hurt to talk with her for a few minutes, he told himself. “I’m curious; how did you learn magic?” (wait, what?)

Trianna brightened. “My mother was a healer in Surda. She had a bit of power and was able to instruct me in the old ways. Of course, I’m nowhere near as powerful as a Rider. None of Du Vrangr Gata could have defeated Durza alone, like you did. That was a heroic deed.” (shut up for Gods sake)

Embarrassed, Eragon scuffed his boots against the ground. “I wouldn’t have survived if not for Arya.”

“You are too modest, Argetlam,” she admonished. “It was you who struck the final blow. You should be proud of your accomplishment. It’s a feat worthy of Vrael himself.” She leaned toward him. (okey I’m getting mad) His heart quickened as he smelled her perfume, which was rich and musky, with a hint of an exotic spice. “Have you heard of the songs composed about you? The Varden sing them every night around the fires. They say you’ve come to take the throne from Galbatorix!”

“No,” said Eragon, quick and sharp. That was one rumor he would not tolerate. (see, “sorceress”? He’s too good for you). “They might, but I don’t. Whatever my fate may be, I don’t aspire to rule.”

“And it’s wise of you not to. What is a king, after all, but a man imprisoned by his duties?” (okay that is something I would say, I must give her that…) “That would be a poor reward indeed for the last free Rider and his dragon. No, for you the ability to go and do what you will and, by extension, to shape the future of Alagäesia”. She paused. “Do you have any family left in the Empire?” (shut. it. DOWN)

What? “Only a cousin.” (seriously Eragon how can you not be seeing it?)

“Then you’re you’re not betrothed?” (there it is now you see it!?)

The question caught him off guard. He had never been asked that before. (aw God. I’m gonna leave your mind). “No, I’m not betrothed.”

“Surely there must be someon you care about.” She came another step closer, and her ribboned sleeve brushed his arm. (back off. Back off right now. He cares about someone, and that someone is ME)

“I wasn’t close to anyone in Carvahall,” he faltered, “and I’ve been traveling since then.” (oh Trianna you are so lucky he is a baby because you would be missing a body part by now otherwise)

Trianna drew back slightly, (great) then lifted her wrist so the serpent bracelet was at eye level. “Do you like hiim?” she inquired. Eragon blinked and nodded, though it was actually rather disconcerting. “I call him Lorga. He’s my familiar and protector.” Bending forward, she blew upon the bracelet, then murmured, “Sé orúm thornessa hávr sharjalví lífs.”

With a dty rustle, the snake stirred to life. Eragon watched, fascinated, as the creature writhed around Trianna’s pale arm, then lifted itself and fixed its whirling ruby eyes upon him, wire tongue whipping in and out. Its eyes eemed to expand until they were each as large as Eragon’s fist. He felt as if he were tumbling into their fiery dephts; he could not look away no matter how he tried. (oh please)

Then at a short command, the serpent stiffened and resumed its former position. With a tired sigh, Trianna leaned against the wall. “Not many people understand what we magic users do. But I wanted you to know that there are others like you, and we will help if we can.”

Impulsivelky, Eragon put his hand on hers. (oh no no no no no) He had never attempted to approach a woman this way before, but instinct urged him onward, daring him to take the chance. It was frightening, exhiliarating (ERAGON WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON WITH YOU). “If you want, we could go and eat. There’s a kitchen not far from here.” (well, you can try yes)

SHe slipped her other hand over his, fingers smooth and cool, so different from the rough grips he was accustomed to. “I’d like that. Shall we…” (that’s enough!)

Trianna stumbled forward as the door burst open behind her. The sorceress whirled around, only to yelp as she found herself face to face with Saphira.

Saphira remained motionless, except for one lip that slowly liften to reveal a line of jagged teeth. Then she growled. It was a marvelous growl -richly layered with scorn and menace -that rose and fell through the hall for more than a minute. Listening to it was like enduring a blistering, hackle-raising tirade.

Eragon glared at her the whole time.

When it was over, Trianna was clenching her derrss with fisrt, twisting the fabric. Her face was white and scared. She quickly curtsied to Saphira, then, with a barely controlled motion, turned and fled (that’s so much better, human). Acting as if nothing had happened, Saphira lifted a leg and licked a claw. It was nearly impossible to get the door open, she sniffed.

Eragon could not contain himself any longer. Why did you do that? He exploded. You had no reason to interfere!

(Okey, here we go)

Well, guys, if you have read till here, can you stop your lives for a second? Yeah yo did? And now can you take a moment to appreciate Saphira? And her mother-like caring? And how such a great badass she is? Yeah? Okey. You can continue with your lives now. Cheers!

[simmerunleashed]

Sable looked up at the portal at the bottom of the path, “this is where is all began, I was visiting my cousins. Their household was kinda loud so I went for a walk. And I found this.” She gestured to the glowing magic that showed just the barest hint of what lay beyond.

Bella walked foward, taking it all in and feeling that same pull her mother had. “Wow.”

Sable laughed, “yeah. Well, go on. It’s no fun if I go first.”

Bella gave her mother a skeptical look but was never one to back away from anything. Taking a deep breath she leapt into the portal. The magic wrapped around her and yanked her forward. She fell onto the stone, her eyes trying to adjust as she was suddenly in the night sky. 

Sable landed gracefully beside her and helped her to her feet. “you get used to it.”

Bella rolled her eyes, “you could’ve warned me.”

Sable looked up innocently, ‘I thought I did.” With a shrug she apparated her wand and sent out a simple summoning spell. “Simeon will join us in a moment.”

Bella groaned, her mother was always bit odd. Their father had been good at balancing her whimsical attitude and way of dealing with the world. It appeared that in this realm her mother was going to be more herself. 

A man blinked into existence before them, arms crossed and looking wholly unimpressed. “The next time you summon me in such a manner instead of simply finding me I will strip you of your magic Sable.” 

Sable waived away the threat, “you like me too much and this is important. Simeon. I would like you to meet my daughter, Belladonna.” She turned to her daughter, “Bella this is Master Simeon, Sage of Practical Magic and the Headmaster of GlimmerStone.”

Bella extended her hand, “it’s a pleasure to met you.”

Simeon raised his brow but slowly extended his hand and clasped hers. “Indeed.”

A jolt of magic shot down Bella’s arm. Before she could pulled her arm back her magic pushed back in a rush of flame. Bella tried to stop it or warn him. The flames rushed forward and he collected them into his hand as he drew back and then snuffed it out.

Sable put a hand on Bella’s shoulder, “you okay?”

Bellas bawked, “What the heck was that?” She turned to the sage, “I'm so sorry. I didn’t mean to honest.”

Simeon flicked a piece oof ash off of his coat. “Of course you didn't child. Your mother is right, you will be powerful and therefore dangerous. However, I will not teach you.”

Sable gripped her daughter’s shoulder, “you have to.”

Simeon shook his head, “I do not. She is welcome to join the academy, I even implore you to enroll Bella. But, your talents are best taught by another Sage. Take time to explore the grounds and I’m sure you will find a compatible teacher.”

“Thank you Simeon,” Sable said. 

“Find me,” he stressed the words. “When you are ready to enroll her and I will handle the paperwork.” He took Bella’s chin in his hand, “it was very nice meeting you Bella, a word of advice. Don’t shake a witches hand unless you know that both of you are in balance.”

Bella blinked, “what does that even mean?” 

Simeon smirked, “you will learn that in metaphysics 101. Until then, no shaking hands.’

Bella crossed her arms and tried not to pout. “Whatever.”

Simeon laughed and looked over at Sable’s equally annoyed face. “She is a lot like you. Her Sage will certainly have their hands full.”

Sable huffed, “your still mad that I turned you into a skeleton.”

Bella gaped at her mother while Simeon walked away from them laughing.