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- ̥۪͙۪˚┊❛ Welcome to Sapphire Falls - chapter 24 ❜┊˚̥۪͙۪◌

Basketballer!Chris Evans x Abigail Syverson (plus size!ofc) & Farmer!Syverson x Livia Darmandi (Asian ofc)

Summary: Abigail and Chris finally talk, just like Sy and Livia have a heart to heart.

Word count: 2.9k

Warnings: None

The Advent Calendar (a.k.a. the masterlist)

After the debacle at the Christmas fair, I go straight to the place that brings me comfort. The demonic goats. It still baffles me how Sy thinks they are truly demonic, but that might be because I have set them up against him. I should start talking nice things about him to them, because they can’t give him a hard time once I leave this place. 

But first I need their advice. 

Once again.

‘Do you think Chris and I can be together one day?’ I ask as I scratch Honey behind her ears. She bleats loudly before jumping off to annoy her mother. ‘You’re no help,’ I tell her. ‘Why is the universe so set on ruining my chance to be with him? You’d think three times is a charm, but we have almost kissed three times now. And every time we got interrupted. Maybe we aren’t meant to be together after all. Maybe I should give up,’ I sigh. 

Honey comes rushing back, begging for more scratches. 

‘You think I should give him another chance? I don’t know if I can do that.’ Tears start to form in my eyes, and I feel like such an idiot. ‘What’s wrong with me? Why do I always have to be second best? I cannot live a life where I feel like the ex fiance is always around the corner.’

All of a sudden I hear someone scraping their throat behind me. Quickly I turn around, to see Chris. 

‘How long have you been standing there?’ I ask, wiping away the tears. Apparently I had not heard a thing in the last few minutes, because I see his truck parked in our driveway.

He walks closer to me, but I hold up my hand, needing space between us. I need room to think, but I can’t do that with him so close to me. 

‘Abi,’ Chris says, ‘that text, it was Bethany telling me she had cleared my house from her stuff.’

That was unexpected. ‘What?’

‘She’s gonna leave. I told her we’re never gonna work and that she needs to get her stuff out of my house.’ He smiles and says: ‘She’s blocked. She’s banned from my life. Forever.’

‘I don’t… I don’t get it.’ I’m having a hard time comprehending what is happening. Is he saying what I hope he is saying?

‘She is gone. She finally understood I don’t want her in my life, and she only texted me to tell me she had collected her stuff from my house and left the key.’ Chris slowly closes the gap between us, and I let him. 

‘Because all I need is you, Abigail Syverson.’

I have always hated crying in front of people, therefore avoiding it like hell, but I can’t help myself right now. Tears stream down my face, not sad tears, more like I-can’t-believe-this-is-happening-tears. 

‘Really?’ I choke out. Chris is now in front of me, only an inch between us. He gently removes my hands from my face, and takes them in his. 

‘Yeah,’ he says softly, placing his hand on my cheek, wiping the tears away. 

‘Why?’ 

He barks out a laugh, and pulls me even closer to him. ‘I confess my love to you, and you ask why?’

‘I mean, you can be with someone like Bethany, why would you want to be with me? I’m not her, I don’t even remotely look like her. I’m not in your world, I bet there are other girls who are. Who fit in.’ I see a look of hurt in Chris’ eyes, and while I don’t want to personally ruin the moment I have always dreamt of, I have to express my concerns. 

I have loved Chris Evans for so long, and now that I can get him, I start wondering what life with him would be like. I’d have to go with him, to Chicago, which I would love. But do I fit in that world full of superstars and supermodels?

‘Stop that,’ Chris says, he places his other hand on my face as well, and makes me meet his gaze. ‘You are nothing like her, because you are so much more. You are funny, kind, caring, sweet, talented. And you are so beautiful.’ He presses a kiss to my forehead. ‘Your smile lights up a room, your eyes are my favorite color.’ A kiss on my nose. ‘And I can talk for hours about what your body does to me,’ he ends, his voice darkening. 

He presses his forehead against mine, and we stand like that for a moment. My tears had stopped, and I wrap my arms around his neck. 

‘So, you think you like me back?’ Chris softly nudges his nose against mine. 

‘Ever since you held my hand in third grade,’ I chuckle and I close my eyes as he leans in, his lips hovering inches from mine. 

‘I’ve been wanting to do this for so long,’ he whispers, his voice low and husky.

‘Me too.’ My own voice barely above a whisper.

And finally we closed the gap between us. After all these years, after all these attempts, we finally kiss. It is everything I hoped for. My entire body is on fire, and I feel like I’m flying. 

Chris’ hands are everywhere, and so are mine. His hard body is flush against mine, and before I know it a moan escapes my mouth. 

And the sound he made following that, sent shivers down my spine. ‘‘Maybe we need to go somewhere, you know, private,’ I whisper in between our kisses. 

Chris hums in response, still pressing kisses on my jaw, neck, cheeks, lips. ‘Let’s go upstairs.’

I’m about to agree, when I suddenly realize something. ‘Fuck, no. Sy’s home, I think.’

Chris stops kissing my neck, and grabs my hand to pull me with him, out of the barn. ‘We’re going to my hotel. I mean, if you want to?’ He waits for my answer, and when I tell him yes, we make a run for his truck. 

●・○・●・○・●

A few hours later I wake up next to Chris. In his hotel room. In his bed. With my head on his naked chest. Am I dreaming? 

I realize I am not dreaming, but am wide awake. A grin as wide as possible forms on my face. If you’d told me a month ago that Chris Evans and I would express our love for each other, I would have laughed in your face. 

But now, I feel a happiness I never felt before. Slowly I draw circles with my finger over his tattooed chest. Mine. 

He stirs a little, and I feel him placing his hand on the swell of my back. The sun is slowly disappearing, painting orange and red strokes on the wall. 

‘Hi baby,’ he hums, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. He sits up a little bit, so we’re eye to eye again. I definitely can get used to this. 

A smile forms on my face, and without hesitation I lean forward to peck his lips. I never felt comfortable enough to do so with previous partners, but with Chris? It feels like it was meant to be. 

‘You look beautiful.’ He wraps me in his arms, and we lay like that in silence for a moment. 

‘Would you come to Chicago with me?’ Chris breaks the silence. 

‘Is it weird if I started packing my bags mentally already?’

‘Please tell me you’re not bringing all your plants with you,’ he laughs. ‘I doubt I have the space for that.’

I smile, but think about his question in the meanwhile. Yes, I want to go with him. Yes, I would love to go to Chicago. But what would that look like? Will I move in with him immediately? I don’t think I’m ready to go from nothing to basically married. 

‘Chris?’ I say.

‘Mhm?’

‘Can we take it slow?’

Chris props himself up on his elbow, to get a better look on my face. He smiles softly, and nods, encouraging me to elaborate. 

‘I just want us to take our time to get to know each other like this. Enjoy every step of this way.’ I place my hand on his face, and he presses a kiss to the palm of my hand. ‘I don’t want to rush into this.’

‘As long as I get to spend time with my favorite person, you. I will take all the time you, we, need, okay? There is no need to rush things. We have a lifetime ahead of us.’’ He pulls me in his arms, kisses me tenderly, and we won’t leave the bed till the sun rises again.

I don’t know how much time went by, but my arms feel sore by the time I actually take a break. Maybe I’m not fuming anymore, but damn I’m still pissed. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so angry. That idiot and my Liv left the bar.

There had been times where I was angry, maybe even jealous when someone else spoke to her, but I could be rational about it. But this is different. Fuck, this was totally different.

‘Is there a reason, Caleb Syverson, you’ve been ignoring my calls?’

Her voice. 

‘Sorry,’ I mutter, without looking up. 

Footsteps come closer and she stands in front me. Her black platform boots are covered in sand and a little bit of mud. ‘Are you okay?’

‘Do I look okay?’

‘Want an honest answer?’

I finally look up, only to see her looking serious and her default state of sadness still present. ‘Go for it.’

‘You look like shit,’ she tells me. ‘And for that I’m sorry. That was my fault, Ian’s fault.’

I stand up and tower over her, even with a few feet between us. ‘Why did you even go with him?’ I ask her, my tone a lot harsher than I intended. ‘You just told me he was your ex and all of the sudden you’re taking him to the doctor?’

Livia blinks her eyes, almost like she’s confused by what I said. ‘Well duh,’ she says. ‘Of course I had to check whether or not he had an internal bleeding. It’s you versus him, Sy. Do you really think I have to check on you, when you didn’t even have a scratch and I had no idea if he was vomiting blood or if it was his lip leaking?’

Okay, she makes an excellent point.

‘You know,’ she continues, ‘after I took him to the doctors and it turned out he was completely fine, just peachy, I told him we’re over. That he and I never worked and that nothing could ever change my mind.’ 

‘Oh.’

‘He understood and we’re over.’

We both don’t say a thing, however she’s the one who breaks the silence.

‘I wasn’t lying, you know,’ she continues. ‘I really wished we didn’t spend so long apart. I hate how you didn’t have me forever.’

I clench my jaw, but that’s mostly because I have know idea how to respond to this. Back at the bar I knew, I wanted to further elaborate once we were talking, but then Ian happened.

And now words just don’t flow. 

‘You know, I hate myself everyday for not coming back,’ Livia says. ‘Because while New York City was great for me and my writing career, I never was truly happy. I set foot in Sapphire Falls and I realize that you have always been my reason for happiness.’

My vocabulary has been reduced to zero percent, because I still have no clue what to say to her and this revelation of hers. 

‘It’s always been you, Sy,’ Livia says. ‘The reason I never said that to you, is because I didn’t want to lose the greatest friend I’ve ever had. The things you and I could discuss, that meant so much to me. I saw how my parents’ relationship barely worked and I was afraid I was too much of a Darmandi and would end up like them. That I would screw up whatever we had.’

‘Liv,’ I manage to say, finally finding my voice back, ‘you know you could never screw up. Come on, if someone had to do that, it would’ve been me. We’re talking about me.’ I rub my hand over my short hairs.

‘But don’t you see that I have always been the one to hold you at arm's length?’ Livia sighs and says: ‘We kissed, prom night happened and what not. I had a taste, but every time I thought about getting closer, developing a real relationship with the one I truly loved, I backed out. I was scared.’

Livia runs her fingers through her hair and I can see she’s gently pulling it, before she does that one thing that tells me how uncomfortable she is: she pats herself on the head again. 

I hate seeing her in distress like that. 

She chews on her bottom lip and whispers: ‘Sy, I’m so sorry.’

‘Why are you sorry?’

‘Because I yet again screwed up.’ 

I detect some tears collecting in her eyes. 

‘Come here,’ I say, pulling her gently in my arms. Livia, always our little and tiny Livia, buries her face in my chest and whispers soft apologies. ‘Stop that.’

‘What?’ she asks. ‘Stop crying? How do you think I can just do that?’

Realizing I phrased it wrong, I whisper: ‘No, stop apologizing. You have nothing to feel sorry about and there is no need to feel sad and cry. It’s always been you too, Liv. I… No woman is ever good enough, not when I know there is you.’

She places her chin on my chest and through her tears looks at me. ‘You waited eleven years for me?’ she asks. 

‘Yeah, I guess I did.’

‘Damn you, Sy, that’s the sweetest thing ever.’ She wiggles herself out of my arms and wipes away her tears. ‘How do I compete with that?’

‘It’s not a competition,’ I tell her. ‘Liv, know that we’re not competing for who is the most romantic. All I care about is that I never lose you again. Because I don’t know if I can handle that.’

She’s shaking and I feel so bad that all these emotions are coming out like this. All the anger I felt just minutes earlier dissolves like that. ‘Caleb Syverson,’ she whispers, ‘I love you so much.’

I never expected to hear those words from her ever again. Those important words coming from her lips. And yet, here it happens. ‘Livia Darmandi,’ I say, ‘I can safely say: I love you more.’

Despite her tears, she lets out a laugh. ‘Took me eleven fucking years to realize that.’

I take a step towards her, gently hold her face in my hands and use my thumb to wipe away the tears. I press a kiss on her forehead and she relaxes against me. ‘That’s okay,’ I whisper against her forehead.

‘Don’t ever let me go,’ she says in a pleading tone.

‘Of course not,’ I tell her. ‘How about you kiss me, Liv?’

She stands on her toes, fisting my lumberjack blouse in her hands before she presses her lips on mine. Eleven years passed, eleven years since our last kiss, but I finally get to kiss her again. I pick her up and gently place her on the nearby wooden fence, so she doesn’t crane her neck and I don’t turn into a hunchback. She locks me in between her legs and from her eagerness I can tell she doesn’t want to let go.

But neither do I.

I finally have her back. 

●・○・●・○・●

After we eventually managed to break apart our kisses, we took a bit of a walk, her hand securely in mine. We walked passed Sapphire Lake, all the barns we had and the stables, almost like I wanted to show every animal that this woman is mine now and that there is no way I would ever let her go.

We stop in front of the shed. In these last few years, I’ve taken good care of this place. Abigail often said I should rent it out, but I can’t. I can’t rent out the place with one of my most sacred memories. ‘Remember prom night?’

‘You think I could forget?’ I ask her. ‘You’re my first and the only one I care about.’

She leans against me and I press her a kiss on top of my head. I gently tug her with me, as I unlock the door. As she walks passed me, for a second I’m back years ago. Almost like she never left, as she makes herself comfortable on the bed. Smiling, at ease and so beautiful.

I plop next to her and she smiles. For the first time in forever, I don’t see her anguish, her sadness. 

She’s serene. 

‘Are you happy, Liv?’

‘Happiest I’ve ever been in my life. I realized I’ve done nothing but chase hopes and dreams, when all I had to do was to chase you.’

I give her a kiss on her forehead. ‘It was worth the wait,’ I tell her. 

‘Sy, can you promise me to never let me go?’ she asks in a soft tone, nuzzling her face in my chest. ‘There is a one hundred percent chance I can’t live without you.’

I shake my head, wrapping my arm tightly around her. ‘I’m never letting you go, ever again.’

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✨ Finished Series Masterlist ✨

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✨ Modern Aemond Mini Series ✨

Play with my heart 💦💣

[ modern actors • Aemond x Strong • female ]

The Knight & The Judge 💦💣💀✨

[ modern Frollo • Aemond x Esmeralda • female ]

The Gate of Salvation 💦💣✨

[ young pope • Aemond x catholic • female ]

The Taste of Shame 💦💣⭐✨

[ dom!modern • Aemond x friend sister • female ]

Rage | Revenge | Relief 💦💣⭐✨

[ modern! • Aemond x stepsister! • female ]

The Pearl and The Sapphire 💦💣⭐

[ modern! • Aemond x Baratheon! • female ]

The Vanity and Variability 💦💣

[ Jane Austen • Aemond x Baratheon • female ]

Robbed and gifted 💦💣⭐✨

[ arranged marriage • modern!Aemond x female ]

The Golden Cage 💦💣💀⭐

[modern! mafia boss • Aemond x female ]

Wicked prayers, sweet penances 💦✨

[modern! priest • Aemond Targaryen x Strong female]

Girl with a Pearl Earring 💦⭐✨

[modern! photographer • Aemond Targaryen x female]

✨ Modern Aemond Long Series ✨

The Lost Haven 💦💣💀✨

[ modern mafia • Aemond x niece •female ]

The Man in the Black Mask 💦💣💀✨

[ Amor • Aemond x Psyche • female ]

The Prince and The Fox 💦💣

[ modern! • Aemond x friend! • female ]

Glass Cuts Deepest 💦💣⭐✨

[ professor! • Aemond x student! • female ]

Green Snake, Red Lion 💦💣⭐✨

[ Slytherin • Aemond x Gryffindor • female ]

The White Flame 💦💣

[ modern! rockstar • Aemond Targaryen x female ]

Sweet kiss, sweet blood 💦💣💀✨

[ dark vampire! • Aemond x female ]

The Crime and Punishment 💦💣✨

[ modern! lawyer • Aemond x female ]

My Best Friend 💦✨

[ modern! club owner • Aemond x female]  

✨ Canon Aemond ✨

Fall from the Heavens 💦💣💀⭐✨

[ canon • Aemond x Strong • niece female ]

Object of Desire 💦💣💀⭐✨

[ dark • Aemond x Arryn • widow female ]

The Impossible Choice 💦💣⭐✨

[ Aemond • Targaryen x Baratheon! • female ]

A Winter Beauty 💦💣⭐✨

[Aemond Targaryen x fem!Stark • female ]

The sweetest fruit 💦💣⭐✨

[ Aemond • Targaryen x Valyrian! • female ]

Song from the Sea 💦💣

[ Aemond • Targaryen x Greyjoy! • female ]

[nayziiz]

Stay | LN4

Summary: A new romantic prospect puts things into perspective in the best and worst ways possible.

Pairing: Lando Norris x OC (Cara)

Warnings: Angst

Masterlist

CHAPTER 3

“So, Maya. What is it that you do for work, again?” Max asked

Max's question sliced through the tense atmosphere like a knife, offering a welcome reprieve from the suffocating silence that had settled over the table. Maya's response, though tinged with a hint of pride, only served to deepen the divide between them, her words a stark reminder of the disparate worlds they inhabited.

“Oh, I model and sometimes do some acting,” Maya gushed, her voice filled with a sense of self-assurance as she spoke of her career. Pietra's curiosity was piqued by Maya's response, her question a tentative attempt to bridge the gap between them.

“Like at Fashion Weeks?” she inquired, her eyes alight with genuine interest. But Maya's correction brought an unexpected twist to the conversation, her words revealing a different side to her career than Pietra had anticipated.

“It's more sponsorship modelling, mostly on social media,” Maya clarified, her tone tinged with a hint of defensiveness. Max, ever the provocateur, couldn't resist a snarky remark, his words dripping with sarcasm as he probed further into Maya's profession.

“Ah, so you're like an Instagram model?” he quipped, a mischievous glint in his eye.

Cara's reaction was immediate, her stifled laughter mingling with the clatter of silverware as she struggled to maintain her composure. The tension that had gripped her moments before was momentarily forgotten in the wake of Max's irreverent comment, her cheeks flushing with amusement at the unexpected turn of events.

“It pays the bills,” Maya replied with a forced smile, her attempt to brush off Max's remark falling flat in the face of his unrelenting scrutiny.

And as the conversation shifted once again, the fragile peace that had settled over the table was shattered, leaving behind a palpable sense of unease that lingered in the air like a silent spectre.

Lando's sigh echoed through the silence like a mournful lament, his hopes for a harmonious evening dashed by the discord that now hung heavy in the air. He had anticipated some tension between Max and Maya, but he hadn't expected it to escalate so quickly, leaving him feeling powerless to intervene.

Maya's eyes flickered back to Cara, her gaze lingering for a moment before returning to the conversation at hand. The subtle exchange did not go unnoticed by Lando, his heart sinking with the weight of unspoken understanding as he witnessed the unspoken tension that simmered between the two women.

Cara's attempt to stifle her laughter with a cough did not go unnoticed by Lando, her feigned reaction a testament to the unease that gripped her in the presence of Maya. Despite her best efforts to maintain her composure, he could see the strain etched upon her features, a silent plea for reprieve from the discomfort that threatened to engulf her.

As he observed the two women seated before him, Lando couldn't help but notice the striking similarities between them—their sun-kissed blonde hair, their sapphire blue eyes. And yet, despite their physical resemblance, there existed a palpable tension that lingered between them, a silent barrier that separated them from one another.

Cara's discomfort was evident in the way she shifted in her seat, her unease palpable in the subtle tension that radiated from her every movement. Despite her best efforts to blend in, she felt like an outsider in her own group, a third wheel in a double date that she had never signed up for.

And as the evening wore on, shrouded in the heavy silence that hung between them, Lando couldn't shake the gnawing sense of unease that settled in the pit of his stomach. For the first time in a long while, he found himself questioning the dynamics of their friendship group, wondering if they would ever find their way back to the easy camaraderie that had once defined them.

As Max and Lando delved into discussions about new concepts for an upcoming Quadrant video, their voices filled the air with excitement and enthusiasm, their shared passion for creativity and innovation driving their conversation forward with relentless energy.

Meanwhile, Maya and Pietra, engrossed in their own conversation about the latest makeup trends and beauty brands, exchanged animated anecdotes and enthusiastic recommendations, their laughter mingling with the clatter of dishes and the soft hum of conversation that filled the room.

Amidst the lively chatter and spirited debates, Cara found solace in the familiar rhythm of domesticity, her hands moving with practised efficiency as she tackled the remnants of their messy cooking session. With each plate scrubbed clean and every utensil meticulously dried and put away, she felt a sense of satisfaction wash over her, the simple act of tidying up offering a welcome reprieve from the chaos that had engulfed the evening.

Maya excused herself from her lively conversation with Pietra, her footsteps echoing softly against the tiled floor as she made her way towards the bathroom. As she passed through the kitchen, her gaze fell upon Cara, who was bent over in front of the dishwasher, her movements purposeful as she meticulously packed it full of dishes and wine glasses.

“You're doing a lot,” Maya mumbled, her voice barely above a whisper as she paused in the doorway, her eyes lingering on Cara's form.

Cara, engrossed in her task, didn't hear Maya's comment at first, her focus consumed by the task at hand. With a gentle push, she slid the dishwasher door shut before straightening up, her movements fluid and graceful as she turned to face Maya.

“What's that?” Cara asked, her confusion palpable as she turned to face Maya, her brow furrowed with uncertainty at the unexpected remark.

“You're doing a lot to impress him,” Maya continued, her voice tinged with a hint of curiosity as she studied Cara's reaction. Cara's confusion deepened at Maya's assertion, her mind racing to make sense of the implication behind her words.

“Impress who?” she asked, her tone tinged with genuine bewilderment.

“Lando,” Maya clarified, her gaze unwavering as she met Cara's eyes with a knowing look. Cara's confusion gave way to incredulity at Maya's suggestion, her lips parting in disbelief at the insinuation.

“I'm just helping with tidying up, not sure that will impress anyone,” she countered, her voice laced with a hint of defensiveness.

But Maya was undeterred, her curiosity driving her to press further into the unspoken dynamics that lay between them.

“I'm just curious why he keeps you around,” she added, her words hanging in the air like a challenge.

Cara's mind raced with a flurry of conflicting emotions—doubt, insecurity, and a tinge of anger simmering beneath the surface. Yet, amidst the tumult of her thoughts, a steely resolve began to take hold, a silent determination to confront the unspoken truths that lingered between them.

“Pietra asked me to come on this trip, not Lando, if that's what you're insinuating,” Cara explained, her voice tinged with a hint of defiance as she met Maya's gaze head-on. Maya's sigh was heavy with resignation as she leaned against the doorframe, her demeanour betraying a sense of frustration at Cara's refusal to back down.

“And he's happy to let you tag along anyway,” she countered, her tone tinged with a hint of accusation. Cara's jaw clenched with indignation at Maya's implication, her resolve hardening with each passing moment.

“That's an issue you should take up with him, then,” Cara retorted, her voice tinged with a hint of defiance. “I get the idea you don't like us being friends.”

“You're just using him,” she concluded, her words sharp and cutting. Maya's accusation hung in the air like a dark cloud, casting a shadow over their already strained conversation. 

Cara's incredulity was palpable as she scoffed at Maya's audacity, her frustration boiling over into anger.

“I'm using him?” she spat, her voice dripping with contempt. “What could I possibly be using him for?”

Maya's response was swift and biting, her words a cruel reminder of the prejudices that lurked beneath the surface.

“He's famous and you're not. You need a helping hand getting somewhere in life,” she answered with a slight shrug.

Cara's patience snapped at Maya's callous words, her anger flaring to life as she pushed back against the unfounded accusations.

“I'm not sure where you get that idea from. I'm quite successful on my own, thank you, Maya,” she shot back, her voice tinged with righteous indignation. “And I get by perfectly fine, not just to pay bills.”

Max's approach brought a momentary halt to the tension that hung in the air, his presence a welcome reprieve from the charged atmosphere that had engulfed the room. Maya, ever the picture of composure, stepped back as if nothing had transpired, her mask of indifference failing to conceal the turmoil that churned beneath the surface.

“Uh, Cara, Lando's asking you to come have a look at the new software he's downloaded on his sim rig. Apparently he can't get the game going. Think you can help?” Max inquired, his voice tinged with a hint of concern as he relayed Lando's message.

“Sure. Good thing I work in IT, huh?” she chuckled, her gaze meeting Maya's with a steely resolve. Cara's response was laced with a hint of amusement as she glanced in Maya's direction, her words carrying a subtle undertone of defiance.

As Cara walked away, leaving Maya to stew in the wake of her words, Max moved to intercept her before she could follow Cara to the simulator room. His expression was grave, his words tinged with a sense of authority as he addressed Maya with a stern warning.

“The last thing I'm going to tolerate is you berating Cara,” Max admonished, his voice low and menacing. "If I hear you say anything remotely mean to her again, I will tell Lando, and he won't take too kindly to that sort of behaviour."

Maya's facade faltered for a moment, her eyes widening in surprise at Max's unexpected intervention. Yet, even as she recoiled from his warning, a sense of defiance flickered in her gaze, a silent challenge lingering unspoken between them.

But Max stood his ground, his resolve unshaken by Maya's defiant stare. And as he watched her retreat with a mixture of frustration and resignation, he made a silent vow to protect Cara from any further harm, no matter the cost.

Cara's irritation simmered beneath the surface as she entered the simulator room, her thoughts still consumed by the confrontation with Maya. Yet, as she laid eyes on Lando, her frustration melted away, replaced by a sense of warmth and familiarity that washed over her like a gentle wave.

"There you are," Lando greeted her with a warm smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners with genuine affection. "Want to tell me what's been bugging you all night?"

Cara hesitated for a moment, the weight of the evening's tensions pressing down on her shoulders like a heavy burden. But as she met Lando's concerned gaze, a sense of comfort washed over her, easing the knot of tension that had formed in her chest.

“You brought me in here to ask me that, huh? Not show me the issues with your software?” Cara remarked, her tone laced with a hint of frustration as she met Lando's gaze with a knowing look.

“Cara, please,” he begged, his plea almost desperate as he implored her to open up, his heart heavy with concern for her well-being. But Cara remained stubborn, her walls firmly in place as she stubbornly maintained her facade of indifference.

“I'm fine,” she lied, her voice barely above a whisper as she avoided Lando's penetrating gaze.

Lando's frustration boiled over at Cara's refusal to open up, his patience wearing thin as he struggled to break through her defences. He hated seeing her like this, closed off and distant, her pain hidden behind a mask of false bravado.

“You're not fine,” he whispered, his voice barely audible above the hum of the equipment around them. His fingers gently traced the curve of her chin, tilting her head up to meet his gaze with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine.

“I'm fine, Lan, I promise,” she repeated, her voice tinged with a hint of defensiveness.

Lando's heart sank at Cara's insistence that she was fine, despite the unmistakable pain that flickered in her eyes. He wanted to press further, to unravel the layers of her facade and uncover the truth hidden beneath, but he knew better than to push her too hard.

Lando watched in silence as Cara pulled away, her movements graceful yet tinged with a sense of sadness that lingered in the air like a ghost. He couldn't shake the feeling that she was hiding something from him, that there was a darkness lurking beneath the surface that she was too afraid to confront.

But he pushed aside his concerns for the moment, choosing instead to focus on the familiar comfort of the simulator room and the cherished memories that it held. As Cara settled into the seat of the simulator, he couldn't help but smile at the sight of her, her presence a soothing balm to the turmoil that raged within him.

Lando knelt down beside Cara, his eyes fixed on the screen as she deftly navigated through the circuits, her fingers dancing across the controls with practised ease. He couldn't help but marvel at her skill, her confidence shining through in every movement as she hovered over the Silverstone circuit.

“Silverstone, huh?” he remarked with a grin, his voice filled with fondness as he glanced up at Cara. Cara nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips as she selected the circuit, her eyes alight with excitement.

“It's been a while since we raced here” she replied, her voice tinged with nostalgia as she recalled their previous adventures on the track.

Lando's heart swelled with affection at the memory, his mind flooded with images of the two of them tearing around the circuit, their laughter echoing through the simulator room as they chased victory together. It was moments like these that he cherished the most, the simple pleasure of spending time with Cara, sharing in the thrill of their shared passion for racing.

As Cara prepared to start the simulation, Maya entered the simulation room.

“How come you never let me sit in it?” Maya quipped, a pout forming on her lips.

Lando's heart sank as Maya's question pierced the air. He watched in silence as Cara's expression faltered, her composure slipping for a fleeting moment before she masked her emotions behind a facade of indifference. Cara cleared her throat, her voice tinged with forced cheerfulness as she rose from the rig, her movements stiff with suppressed emotion. She forced a smile as she brushed past Maya, her eyes betraying a hint of sadness that lingered beneath the surface.

Maya's giggles echoed through the room like a discordant melody, her excitement palpable as she settled into the seat of the simulator. But Lando couldn't bring himself to share in her enthusiasm, his mind consumed by thoughts of Cara and the pain he knew she was feeling.

He had always admired Cara for her respect and reverence for the simulator, recognizing it not as a mere toy but as a tool for honing her skills and mastering her craft. And he couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment at Maya's cavalier attitude, her giggles a stark contrast to Cara's solemn departure. For in that fleeting moment, amidst the hum of the simulator and the echoes of Maya's laughter, Lando couldn't help but feel a sense of longing for Cara and her usual energetic presence.

The darkness of the early morning enveloped Lando's room like a shroud as he tossed and turned restlessly in his bed. His mind raced with thoughts of the tumultuous evening, the tension still lingering in the air like a heavy fog. He knew that neither Max nor Pietra were willing to change their minds about Maya, their disapproval casting a dark cloud over his burgeoning relationship.

With a heavy sigh, Lando ran a hand through his tousled hair, frustration gnawing at his insides as he grappled with the weight of their opinions. He couldn't shake the feeling that they harboured a deep-seated animosity towards Maya, their dislike only intensifying after the disastrous dinner.

As he lay in the darkness, his thoughts turned to Cara, her sudden discomfort weighing heavily on his heart. He couldn't help but feel a sense of longing for her, to try to understand what was bothering her all night.

With a heavy heart and a sense of frustration weighing on his shoulders, Lando pushed himself out of bed and made his way to the kitchen, his footsteps echoing in the stillness of the early morning. His mind was a whirlwind of emotions, his thoughts consumed by the events of the evening and the lingering tension that hung in the air like a heavy fog.

As he rummaged through the cabinets, his fingers fumbling in the darkness, Lando's gaze fell upon a bottle of alcohol tucked away in the corner, its amber contents glinting faintly in the dim light. With a sense of resignation, he reached for the bottle and poured himself a generous measure, the familiar burn of the alcohol offering a fleeting reprieve from the turmoil that raged within him.

With each swallow, Lando felt the weight of his troubles slowly begin to ease, the numbing embrace of the alcohol offering a temporary escape from the chaos of his thoughts. But deep down, he knew that no amount of drinking could drown out the pain that gnawed at his insides, nor could it erase the doubts that plagued his mind.

As he stood alone in the silence of the kitchen, the bitter taste of the alcohol lingering on his lips, Lando couldn't help but feel a sense of emptiness wash over him. He longed for the warmth of companionship, for someone to share his burdens and soothe his troubled soul. But for now, all he had was the solitude of the night and the bitter sting of regret that clung to him like a shadow.

The weight of the bottle felt heavy in Lando's hand as he made his way to the living room, each step a struggle against the invisible chains that bound him to his troubles. With a weary sigh, he collapsed onto the couch, the plush cushions offering little comfort against the weight of his burdens.

The silence of the empty room pressed in on him like a suffocating embrace, the only sound the soft hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen. The dim light cast long shadows across the walls, a stark reminder of the darkness that threatened to consume him from within.

Lando's gaze lingered on Cara as she emerged from her room, her movements tentative and cautious, as if afraid of disturbing the fragile peace of the night. He watched in silence as she tiptoed towards the kitchen, her silhouette bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight streaming through the windows.

For a moment, Lando thought he was dreaming, his mind conjuring her presence as a balm to soothe his troubled soul. But as she drew closer, her form solid and real, he realised that she was indeed there, a vision of ethereal beauty amidst the darkness of the night.

The sound of the running tap echoed through the silent kitchen, the gentle rhythm of the water a soothing melody that filled the empty space between them. Lando listened intently, the sound a comforting reminder of Cara's presence in his apartment.

The sudden sound of Lando clearing his throat as she tried to return to her room shattered the fragile stillness of the night, jolting Cara from her thoughts and causing her to startle in surprise. In her startled state, her grip on the glass faltered, and water spilled from it, splashing onto the floor below in a haphazard cascade.

Cara's heart raced as she turned to face Lando, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment at her clumsy mistake. She offered him a sheepish smile, her eyes wide with a mixture of surprise and mortification as she fumbled for words.

“Sorry, I... I didn't mean to make a mess,” she stammered, her voice tinged with embarrassment as she glanced down at the pool of water spreading across the kitchen tiles. Lando watched her with a gentle expression, his eyes warm with understanding as he reassured her with a soft chuckle.

“Don’t worry about it. I shouldn’t have given you such a fright,” he replied, his voice calm and reassuring as he gestured towards the spill with a nod of his head.

Cara's footsteps echoed softly across the room as she approached Lando, her heart heavy with concern as she took in his weary form slumped on the couch. With a gentle touch, she settled herself beside him, her legs crossing gracefully as she faced him, her eyes filled with empathy.

“Why are you sitting out here?” she asked, her voice soft with concern as she reached out to brush a stray lock of hair from his forehead. Lando shifted slightly, his exhaustion evident in the weariness etched across his features as he met her gaze.

“I haven't been able to fall asleep,” he explained, his voice tinged with frustration as he leaned back against the headrest of the couch.

Cara's heart went out to him, her own fatigue momentarily forgotten as she reached out to offer him comfort. Without hesitation, she accepted the half-full bottle of vodka he held out to her, the cool glass cool against her fingertips as she took a few sips from it before handing it back to him.

The bitter taste of the alcohol burned her throat. When she looked back into Lando's tired eyes, she knew that she couldn't turn away, couldn't ignore the silent plea for companionship that echoed in his gaze.

“Where was your head all night?” Lando asked her, once again trying to understand her reserved demeanour throughout the night.

“I felt out of place tonight,” she admitted, her voice soft and vulnerable, the weight of her insecurities pressing heavily upon her shoulders. “Seeing Max and Pietra, and then you and Maya together, it just felt like I was missing something.”

Lando's expression softened with understanding as he listened to her confession, his heart aching at the pain he saw reflected in her eyes. He reached out to gently squeeze her hand, a silent gesture of solidarity and support.

“You know, having a significant other does not define who you are as a person,” he countered, his voice firm yet gentle, his gaze unwavering as he met her eyes.

“I know...it's just, I can get in my head about it sometimes,” Cara sighed, the weight of her insecurities lifting ever so slightly as she leaned back against the couch, her body relaxing into the comforting embrace of Lando's presence.

“You don't need a guy to make you feel like you belong. You do belong here, with all of us,” Lando assured her, his words a reassuring reminder of her worth and value. “Besides, any guy would be so lucky to have you in his life.”

“Thanks, Lan,” she breathed, her voice soft with gratitude as their eyes met in the dim light of the room.

Lando held onto her hand, his touch a comforting anchor in the storm of her emotions. They sat together in silence for a moment, the air heavy with unspoken words and unspoken truths. And as the seconds ticked by, Lando felt a surge of courage well up within him, a longing to bridge the gap between them with a kiss and offer her the solace she so desperately sought.

But before he could act on his impulses, Cara's nervousness became palpable, her hand slipping from his grasp as she stood up from the couch. A pang of disappointment tugged at his heart as he remained seated, his own insecurities and doubts gnawing at him from within.

In that moment, amidst the quiet solitude of the living room, Lando and Cara stood on the precipice of something new, their hearts reaching out to each other across the divide, their souls yearning for the connection that had always been there, waiting to be rediscovered.

“Let me get some sleep,” she stated, her voice tinged with a hint of nervousness.

"Me too," Lando agreed, his own voice soft with understanding as he followed behind her, the weight of their shared moment hanging heavy in the air between them.

They stood together in the hallway, their eyes meeting in the dim light, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken tension that simmered beneath the surface of their interactions.

“Good night, Lan,” Cara greeted him, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Good night, Cara,” Lando replied, his voice gentle as he pressed a soft kiss to her cheek, the fleeting touch igniting a spark of longing within him before he retreated into his own room, the door closing softly behind him.

As Cara entered her room, the weight of the moment pressing heavily upon her, she couldn't help but groan softly in frustration, “Fuck.”

[mother-above]

The Golden Warrior | Chapter 6

Azriel x Reader

Summary: To you, love was a poison that slowly killed. It was something that could make the strongest of warriors and leaders weak and vulnerable. You had successfully evaded romance and relationships for a century until the day you realized it had been plaguing you from within.

Chapters: 6/?

Word Count: 5.8k+

Warnings: suggestive, 18+, violence, and swearing

*masterlist*

Thesan was being insufferable. You had told him about the dreams of the little boy locked in a dark cellar and how sure you were that the boy was Azriel. Not only did Thesan NOT have an answer as to why you were dreaming of Azriel, but he also dared to ask if you liked the shadowsinger.

Thesan tells you he saw how Azriel had used his wings to protect you and how it was interesting he didn’t immediately protect anyone else in his court. Your cousin proceeded to drone on about the so-called heated glances between you and Azriel. Your mood immediately soured; you didn’t like what he was insinuating. Thesan knows how you feel about things like this, you would never allow yourself to feel things for Azriel. You rationalized that your fascination with the shadowsinger was because he was a meddlesome spymaster that got on your nerves.

What pissed you off the most was you have been thinking about Azriel. The feel of his strong arms bracing your shoulders was branded onto your skin. It was all Thesan’s fault, he planted that thought into your head, and it's now all you can think about. Whether it was the dreams of young Azriel stuck in that cellar to the grown Azriel who had protected you, he was all you thought about and you hated it. The hallways and rooms of the palace were tainted with the presence of the shadowsinger, you hadn’t stepped into the courtyard in fear you would relive the desire you felt for Azriel. Sleeping with Tarquin was fun but was only a small distraction, a part of you still wanted Azriel. You put all your focus on getting Dawn’s troops ready but preparing for war was not enough to get that overgrown bat out of your head.

It doesn’t help that Thesan had tasked you to safely deliver Nuan’s compound directly to Illyria, Windhaven camp to be exact. You understand why it had to be you; this compound was the only thing that could protect Prythian’s magic. The Night Court’s armies were the biggest compared to the other courts, so it was the Golden Warrior's job to make sure nothing was going to stop the compound from getting distributed to the forces.

This is why you and two Peregryn warriors; Wyla and Bersk winnowed in with hundreds of crates of the compound. Resting your hands on your knees, you breathed hard as you took in the sights of the war camp ahead of you. This was the most you’ve ever had to winnow, the energy it took left you sweating in the armor. The camp was void of any bright colors, just brown, grey, and forest green. There were tents, buildings, fire pits, and training areas scattered around the flat mountaintop. Your sudden appearance gained the attention of the Illyrians, their hostile and curious glances were thrown toward your direction. It wasn’t every day they saw feathered winged fae clad in golden armor in their camp.

 In the distance, you can see the figures of Rhysand, Azriel, and Cassian making their way toward you. Flexing your wings, you and Bersk walked towards the males as Wyla stayed behind with the crates. A heavy gaze falls on you and you have an inkling of who it could be. To avoid meeting Azriel’s gaze, you made sure to focus on Rhysand who was smirking at the sight of the five glowing sapphires embedded into the neckline of your armor.

“Welcome to Illyria, my Lady,” said Rhysand. “I like the new addition to the armor…. very inspiring.”

You grinned at him as you bowed. You almost arranged the stones to resemble how Illyrians wore their siphons but that would have been overkill. The goal was to get the males and especially females to talk about a strong female warrior and just as you hoped, it worked. The males with 1 or 2 siphons glanced in jealousy as they pretended to continue their training while the females balked at your presence.

“Thank you, High Lord Rhysand,” you said with a mischievous smile. “That was my intention.” Casting a hand towards the crates, you said, “I come bearing gifts, enough of Nuan’s compound for your legions.”

Breaking the spell of formality, Cassian comes over and claps a hand over your shoulder as if you’ve been friends for decades. “Nice to see you again, I wish it was in better circumstances,” said Cassian as he started walking toward Wyla and the crates.

“It’s nice to see you to Cassian,” you said smiling up at the male.

You had yet to acknowledge Azriel, and it would be incredibly rude if you didn’t, so you steeled yourself and risked turning to Azriel. His hazel eyes immediately found yours, he was waiting for you to notice him. Ignoring your skyrocketing heart rate caused by a glance at his stupidly handsome face, you gave Azriel a calm nod. He coolly dipped his head and walked with you, Cassian, and Rhysand in tow.

The moment you winnowed into the camp, Azriel immediately felt your power grace his senses. He looked up and let out a little gasp, there you were standing beautiful and confident with your wings proudly displayed. Azriel had been itching to see you, he was hoping Dawn’s second-in-command would be the one to deliver the compound and the Mother had blessed his wishes. He wanted to get to know you and understand why you could hear his shadows. It was unsettling to know someone in this world had the ability to catch him sneaking around, Azriel wasn’t necessarily upset but more intrigued as to how powerful you were. Someone who pulled his attention away from Morrigan was something he could not ignore.

After you gave specific instructions on how to properly ingest the compound to the camp lords, you had Wyla and Bersk help the Illyrians with the distribution piles. Rhysand offered to give you a tour and you eagerly accepted, this was your first time in Night Court and this place fascinated you. The camp lords you met sneered and looked at you in disgust, but they didn’t dare say anything disrespectful. It was a habit to keep your power hidden but you made sure to unleash enough for them to feel how dangerous you could be.

After exiting Rhysand’s cabin, Cassian tells you that there are more cities in Night Court that they would like to show you in the future. Rhysand and Cassian were extremely talkative and gave the history of Illyria and explained the dynamics of other camps further in the mountains. Occasionally, Azriel would add to the conversation, but he mostly stayed quiet. You found yourself glancing at him wondering what he was thinking. His shadows seemed to have warmed up to your presence despite previously having bad interactions with you, sometimes a wisp who was quietly chatting would come close and hover near you. This time you don’t mind their presence, but Azriel reined them in because he didn’t want to upset you.

There was a growing group of faeries gathered by a training ring, you would’ve ignored it but not when the sight of white wings and yelling suddenly gained your attention. The boys swear as the four of you sprint toward the mob. Bursting through the crowd, you felt relieved when you saw Wyla and Bersk untouched. Their faces were red with anger, so you know it was a verbal altercation about to go bad.

“What the hell is happening here?” you asked, as the sapphires flared with power.

Most of the warriors snapped their heads down as they sensed how dangerous you were.

“It appears some Illyrians are hesitant to fight with the Peregryns… they think we won’t be able to keep up,” sneered Wyla as she stared at a large Illyrian captain.

The captain menacingly stepped forward and towered over you. Wyla and Bersk start moving to intervene, but you hold out a hand to stop them.

“Let’s hear what this Captain has to say.”

He doesn’t seem to be bothered that your five sapphires glowed brighter than the two purple siphons strapped on his shoulders. “We are a warrior a race. Your dainty wings won’t stand a chance in battle, especially the females. You should stay home before you hold the real warriors back.”

Cassian took a breath to start yelling at his Captain but then Azriel clamped a hand onto his shoulder. He motions his head toward you as if to say she’s got this.

A wicked smile appeared as you stared directly into the captain's eyes. “The next time you say something outrageous, you better fact-check yourself. The Peregryns are related to the Seraphim who is considered a ‘warrior race.’ You must be young and uneducated if you can’t remember the fact that a Peregryn legion fought alongside your former and current High Lord.”

The captain scoffed, “That may be the case but that doesn’t mean my squadron and I can trust females in battle. I’m going to need you to prove it with no magic,” he said as he pointed to the training ring. “Since you’re so confident, why don’t you step up and spar me?”

“I’d watch my words If I were you, you don’t know who you’re dealing with,” you said cockily. “I’ll agree to spar if your General will allow it.”

You looked to Cassian with a brow raised, Cassian crossed his arms trying to decide if this was a good idea. He was already banned from the Summer Court; he didn’t need Thesan getting mad at him for allowing his cousin to get hurt. Anxious about what could happen, Azriel makes a move to intervene but is interrupted when he sees Cassian nod.

Azriel watched you confidently step into the ring and use magic to shed the armor from the top half of your body to match what the captain was wearing. He could feel the bile rise in his throat, he had no doubts your magic was powerful but physically, he was concerned. He has seen this captain beat men more muscular than you. Azriel hated to admit it, but the captain may be a dick, but he was a damn good warrior.

He looked to Rhysand and mentally asked him to interfere, but it was too late. Azriel looked at Wyla and Bersk to see if they looked just as sick as he felt but was surprised to see them cheering you on without a worry. The immense urge to protect you overwhelmed him, so much so that Azriel made his way to the edge of the ring. He knew you’d be pissed if he intervened in the fight, but he needed to be close by just in case.

Reigning in your energy, you stored every ounce of your power into the sapphires. You wanted to win fairly and show everyone in Windhaven that you and the Peregryns were not to be trifled with. Brandishing a wooden sword, you lunged for the Illyrian captain in a blur of white and gold.

You dodged punches and landed blows because you were faster but the moment he swung the sword and caught your leg, you faltered. The Illyrian warriors whooped as Wyla and Bersk cheered you on. Ditching the swords, you and the captain opt for hand-to-hand combat making Azriel tense with worry. Azriel looked nervously at Cassian thinking it was time to intervene, but the General had a grin on his face as he watched in fascination as you sparred with one of his best warriors. His worry eased for a bit when he saw your fist connect with the captain’s nose and it immediately started to bleed.

More punches and kicks were exchanged between the two of you. After landing a hard hit on his stomach, he retaliated with a blinding punch on your brow bone. Feeling the skin split and drip blood, you sighed thinking you had let this go on for far too long. The captain is about to land a kick on your torso but with a twitch of your wings, you’re airborne. All the spectators could see was a flurry of white as they saw you descend onto the captain. Using your body and momentum, you twisted around him wrapping your legs around his neck and used all your core strength to send him slamming onto the ground. Dirt sprayed everywhere and the crowd went silent. He tried to get up but with the wind knocked out of him, he yielded.

With a toothy grin, you raised your hands in victory and the Peregryns whooped and hollered, even the Illyrians were blown away and cheered. Cassian and Rhysand applauded impressed with their new ally, but Azriel stood there awestruck by the female in front of him. Looking down at your opponent on the floor, you bring a hand out to help him up but he waves you off as he slowly stands up. The captain looks down at you with his jaw set and just when you think he was going to spout more bullshit, the corners of his mouth ease into a small smile.

“Hybern should be wary of the skies.”

You look at the captain with a wicked grin that makes Azriel wish he were on the receiving end. “We shall rain down on them like hellfire,” you promised.

Azriel had never met anyone so strong and compelling, he stood there looking at you with nothing but pure admiration. Your bright eyes meet his and that’s when his world stopped. Staggering forward, Azriel felt a coil in his chest unravel and snap within him. His shields go down and his breath leaves his body as his eyes homed in on you and only you. Everyone else disappeared, the only thing he could see was your radiating figure. He felt an undeniable pull toward you as warmth and pride filled him while he watched you celebrate.

She’s my mate, thought Azriel.

His shadows went berserk, they were screaming in glee and almost shrouded Azriel in the darkness. They couldn’t believe the bond snapped and Azriel couldn’t either. His heart leaped as he took in your flushed cheeks as you glanced at him curious as to why his shadows were swarming. He held his breath thinking you felt it too, but your gaze was snatched away when Wyla came over to congratulate you. He watched you for a few moments for any sign of the bond snapping, but nothing happened and the Peregryns were keeping you occupied.

While Rhysand ordered everyone to disperse and get back to their duties, Azriel watched Cassian go over to you and grasp your shoulders.

“Oh my Gods, you were amazing,” gushed Cassian.

Frozen in his spot, Azriel bites his cheek to stop him from growling at the sight of Cassian touching you. He watched his brother take your arm and lead you to the front of Rhysand’s cabin where there was more privacy. He assumed it was to help clean your wounds because Cassian was holding the medical kit, but jealousy spread through him like wildfire. Jogging to catch up, Azriel snagged the kit from his brother’s hands and gave him a cold stare that Cassian would understand and know to back off.

Startled by his sudden presence, you gasp when Azriel puts a gentle hand on your elbow and leads you to sit on a boulder. Azriel has kept a respectable distance between the both of you since you arrived in Windhaven, and you were grateful for that. It was easier to ignore the curiosity you have for the male but that doesn’t mean you couldn’t stop sneaking glances at him. He looked worried when you were in the training ring, it was both insulting and endearing that he cared for your well-being.

Now that Azriel’s face was inches from your own, all pretenses of the tough Golden Warrior flew out the window. Even with you sitting down and him squatting, he was still taller. His shadows stayed close to his body, and you could hear their faint whispers. A couple of wisps were bold enough to float closer and examine the damage, one smoky tendril took it a step further and attempted to brush away dried blood. Azriel swiped it away with a hand as he assessed each laceration before reaching over for the cotton cloth and antiseptic.

“You know… I can heal myself. You don’t have to do this,” you said amused.

Azriel’s hazel eyes bored into yours with such intensity, that it left you blushing. It didn’t help that his calloused hand was now cupping your jaw to stop you from moving as he dabbed your split brow. “You still need to clean the wound before healing it. I thought one of Prythian’s best healers would know that.” He smirked as an exasperated sigh escaped your lips.

Rolling your eyes, you keep still as Azriel gently dabbed the dirt and dried blood from the wounds. You studied his face from this new angle, he really was the most beautiful being you had ever set your eyes upon. His tan skin was smooth except for the places where stubble was scattered around his upper lip and the lower parts of his cheek and jaw. You were more than aware of the rough palm that brushed the side of your face and the thumb that lay flat against your cheek. Those same strong hands were covered in scars, and you had the overwhelming urge to hug him, and let him know how sorry you were for what he’s had to endure.

You wanted to tell him about your dreams, but you held back, you didn’t want to scare him off. There was no logical reason for you to have dreams about Azriel’s past, so you kept your mouth shut. Instead, you basked in his presence and thought of all the positive things in Azriel’s life. He was now grown, well-fed, and worked with the High Lord of Night. You can assume he gets paid well and lives in a home where he is loved and appreciated. Watching these three males interact with each other was endearing, they were best friends and brothers, and you were glad Azriel had them.

“You surprised me today; I know you’re powerful but the way you fight… you’re fast and pull unexpected moves,” said Azriel, interrupting your thoughts. “We’re lucky to have you on our side.”

You weren’t sure how to respond, his skin on yours and his intoxicating smell of mist and cedar trees were overwhelming. Not thinking clearly, you leaned close to his ear and whispered. “Now you know what’ll happen to you if I catch your shadows lurking around my court again. Next time, I won’t be so nice, baby bat.”

Azriel shook his head and chuckled at the nickname. The memories of that night in the courtyard came flooding in as he relived the moment your fingers brushed against his wing. Your red cheeks told him you were thinking of the same thing. Sitting back on his heels, he motioned for you to start healing yourself. Your fingers glowed as they lightly traced the cuts as your magic stitched the skin together.

Azriel tugged on the bond and slightly deflated when he noticed your other half still wasn’t there. He could feel the gold tendrils reaching out but there was nothing to latch on to, only vast darkness. Azriel diligently cleaned his bloodied hands to distract himself from getting upset the bond still hadn’t snapped for you. He always imagined meeting his mate to be different, he thought it would be instantaneous for both parties but of course, the Mother had to make things harder for him.

With a flourish of your fingers, the last of the lacerations are healed and Azriel examined your skin and gave an approving nod. He hated seeing the cuts on you, if he had known you were his mate, he would have never let the captain lay a hand on you. Azriel was holding himself back from going up to the captain and teaching him another lesson, but he knew he couldn’t. Prythian was going to need every single soldier. He reached up and wiped the last bit of blood and dirt and when you were spotless, he tapped your chin affectionately. You snorted but that didn’t stop the smile that blossomed on your lips. Azriel felt his heart skip a beat, now he understood why he couldn’t get you out of his head, you were his other half.

“Thank you,” you whispered transfixed by his hazel eyes. You were aware there was a blush on your cheeks and no matter what, you couldn’t quiet your thundering heartbeat.

The shadowsinger studied you for a second longer, his thoughts running a mile a minute. He debated whether he should tell you or not, but he decided against it. “You’re welcome, my lady,” said Azriel.

Realizing you were staring at him, you cleared your throat and glanced at the other Peregryns who were nearby. Caught off guard, Wyla and Bersk who were keeping a watchful eye were suddenly extremely interested in the dirt by their boots. Rhysand and Cassian were gawking at how tender their brother was and when they saw you break apart, they scrambled and pointed to the mountains feigning a conversation.

Now that your job was done in Windhaven, it was time to go back to Dawn and do more preparation for the upcoming war. Bersk walked up to remind you that a meeting with Dawn Court’s regional lords was happening very soon.

“Thank you for safely delivering the compound, my lady. Please send our regards to Thesan and tell Nuan that we are all grateful for her invention,” said Rhysand.

You dip your head towards Rhys. “Thank you for the tour and for allowing me to have some fun,” you said appreciatively. “Rest well my friends, I wish our next meeting isn’t for a war.”

The Peregryns hold out their hands in preparation to winnow. Before making contact, you turned to Azriel. “I’ll see you on the battlefield, shadowsinger.”

The moment you and your soldiers vanished into thin air, Azriel let out a breath as his shoulders drooped, his wings almost touching the ground. Rhys grabbed his brother's hands and winnowed them inside his mother’s cabin, away from prying eyes and ears.

“Azriel—is it true?” asked Rhysand.

The blue-siphoned Illyrian slumped onto the couch and stared at Rhys and Cassian in shock. “Yes,” he whispered. “It’s true.”

“Uh—what’s happening?” said Cassian, slightly annoyed by their vagueness.

Azriel was still shell-shocked, so Rhysand spoke on his behalf. Up until this moment, Azriel had left his mental shields down and Rhysand heard everything.

“The lovely Golden Warrior is Azriel’s mate,” said Rhysand. Before Cassian could let out a cheer, he gives Cassian a look. “And she has no idea, the bond hasn’t snapped for her.”

“Well, that’s alright, it’ll snap for her soon,” said Cassian giddily. “This is great, Az! You’ve found your mate!”

The frown on Azriel’s face makes his brother’s joy for him falter, there was something else he wasn’t telling them. Seeing their expectant faces, Azriel sighed and combed a hand through his hair.

“I want to tell her, but I won’t. I want her to feel the bond on her own time, but the problem is… I don’t think she wants a relationship. I know she doesn’t want a relationship, she told me so.”

Rhysand’s mouth twisted in contemplation. “Well, she may think that now but wait till the bond snaps. It’s impossible to ignore.”

“I saw how she looked at you, Az,” said Cassian. “There’s no way she doesn’t feel something.”

Azriel shrugged, feeling insecure that he wouldn’t be good enough for you. “I don’t know Rhys; she seems very resistant to it. She didn’t tell me what it was, but something hurt her in the past.” He shook his head and looked at his brothers. “Don’t worry about me. We’ll get through this war together and then I can worry about my mate.”

Giving his brothers an unconvincing smile, Azriel’s shadows engulfed him until he disappeared within the dark wisps. With concern etched on their faces, Cassian and Rhys looked at each other and sighed.

***

The stench of blood and dirt was all you could smell as you sheathed your golden sword. Due to good strategy, the Hybern soldiers were caught by surprise during this battle and weren’t prepared to fight. Dawn, Summer, and Night Court legions worked seamlessly together; the troops were flawless, and there were injuries but no Prythian deaths. The battle was so quick that you didn’t even have to use your dark magic, simple magical shields were enough.

After winnowing any injured Peregryn warriors to Dawn’s healer tents, Thesan called you over with a task. Since there were more injured Night Court soldiers, Thesan was sending you and other healers to take charge of a healer tent on the border between Dawn and Night’s war camp. Being Thesan’s cousin and only living relative, made you the second-best healer in all of Prythian. You and the others got to work right away as Illyrians and Darkbringers filled in with broken bones and blood oozing from them. The other healers were frightened of the Darkbringers so most of them were relocated to you, but you didn’t mind, they didn’t scare you.

A Darkbringer grunted in pain as you set his broken leg and placed it on a splint to stabilize it. With glowing hands, you hovered over the bone, and it snapped back into place as he howled in pain. Making quick work, you stitched his skin back together and advised him that his body needed to finish healing and to not use his leg for a couple of days. A small breeze wafted toward you and when you smelled the familiar cedar and night mist, you snapped your head toward the tent opening. There stood Azriel in his Illyrian leathers and glowing cobalt siphons, his shadows blocked most of the sunlight from entering the tent. You had never seen someone look so menacing and beautiful at the same time. A surprised gasp escaped your lips as you noticed his bleeding shoulder. Collecting yourself, you turned back to the Darkbringer and gave him a sleeping potion to help him rest and heal.

The heavy weight on Azriel’s chest was replaced with relief as he saw that you were unharmed. You were still dressed in your armor with weapons attached to your hips and thighs. There was blood splatter all over you and your wings, but with a quick check, he was relieved to see no damage to your armor. He was so focused on finding any wounds on you that he didn’t notice you swiftly making your way toward him. His heartbeat quickened when he felt your gentle touch lead him toward a cot.

He blinked in astonishment when he saw you pull the leather back to press a cloth on his bloody shoulder. Azriel didn’t even know he was hurt, he spent half of the battle making sure he had you in his eyesight as he fought the Hybern soldiers. Rhys and Cas warned him not to do that, but he couldn’t help it, how could he not watch out for his mate? Azriel found out he didn’t have to worry, the fighting he saw you do was far superior to what he saw when you sparred the Illyrian captain. What he witnessed today was the swift and deadly Golden Warrior, but that didn’t mean he didn’t stop checking on you every couple of minutes.

After interrogating Hybern, he lost sight and sent his shadows to find you. After hearing a report of you being with a Darkbringer, he immediately winnowed to the tents, his jealousy fizzing away when he realized you were only healing him. This was the reason he was speechless; he had never been this jealous about anything and the feeling was so overwhelming.

You pressed harder onto his shoulder which caused him to hiss. “I’m sorry,” you whispered. “You need to calm down. Breathe in and out, your heart’s pumping so fast it’s making the blood come out faster.”

Following your instructions, he inhaled and exhaled. The comforting smell of lilac and morning dew filled his senses and his heart immediately calmed.

“There we go,” you murmured. “Much better. This will be painful, but I’ll try to make it as fast as possible,” you said as a glowing palm hovered over the wound.

Azriel could feel the weird tugging as his flesh reconnected, he grits his teeth in pain before it slowly faded away into nothing. You were so concentrated on fixing his wound that you didn’t realize how close and connected the both of you were. Your non-healing hand was on his shoulder for stability while his large hand gripped your waist as he dealt with the pain. Lifting your glowing palm, it revealed a healed area with red angry skin marring his tattooed shoulder. With radiating fingers, you smoothed out the bumps and it was as if nothing touched his golden-tan skin.

He looked at you in awe, he had never had the opportunity to be healed by a master healer and was impressed by how talented you were. The wound would've taken a couple of hours to heal without your help.

“Thank you, my Lady,” said Azriel.

You give him a tired smile, “It’s my pleasure, Azriel. Don’t make it a habit to come stumbling into a healer's tent.”

He rolled his eyes. “I didn’t stumble,” grumbled Azriel, jostling his hold on you.

Realizing you were still holding each other; you retracted all contact to Azriel’s dismay. Feeling yourself blush at the feel of his hand on your waist, you sat next to him in hopes he didn’t notice your ridiculous flushed cheeks. You looked around to see if anyone else needed tending but the injured were slowly trickling in so you decided the other healers could deal with it. The adrenaline of the battle and healing the injured was quickly wearing off making your usually perfect posture slump forward.

“This was your first battle, right?” asked Azriel. “How are you feeling?”

You looked around the tent again and peered through the tent flaps to see the war camp live with activity. Shifting your gaze to Azriel, you find him fully turned waiting for a response.

“I’m—okay. It was different to fight with a unit, it took some time to get used to, but I prefer this over fighting by myself. When I was alone those 49 years, most of my battles were fought alone,” you said fidgeting with the hilt of your ornate sword. “It’s nice knowing there are people around who have your back. It almost felt like someone was watching over me.”

Heat rushed onto Azriel’s cheeks; he wondered if you knew that it was him looking out for you. As for your loneliness, he knew what you meant, and he could feel the pain. “Today was a good day,” said Azriel. “You should know that today was an anomaly, a ‘best-case scenario’ situation that will not likely happen again.”

“Callon and Thesan already warned me,” you said quietly. “I know I’m going to lose soldiers, friends, and maybe even myself. I don’t know if I’m ready to deal with that… if my power is ready for this war.”

His brows scrunched as he looked at you in confusion. “You are one of the best warriors I’ve ever seen, you have nothing to worry abou-“

“That’s not what I’m talking about,” you interrupted. Raising your hands, golden tendrils of your magic intertwined themselves with your fingers. Azriel noticed it was different from the glow of your healing powers, it was darker and something his shadows were taking interest in. “I’m worried that I won’t be strong enough to use my powers when I’m needed.”

“I don’t understand...”

You slowly flourished your fingers around to examine the tendrils. Azriel’s shadows were curious, the wisps moved carefully as they tentatively touched the golden tendrils. He softly laughed in surprise when you allowed a shadow to curl around your fingers to examine your power. He shifted in his seat to hide a shiver, his shadow reports that the golden coils felt ominous and powerful, and the hazy wisps were reveling in it. More shadows moved to you in curiosity and to your bewilderment, you didn’t mind that his once aggravating shadows were wrapped around your fingers.

“I’ve seen the gargantuan numbers of the Hybern army and the dark creatures they have at their disposal. For us to even have a chanceof winning, we are going to need every advantage we have and a miracle,” you said while watching the gold and shadow tendrils move together. “Everyone tells me I’m powerful and I guess I am, but I’ve never used my magic on this large scale. I don’t know if I’m enough.”

Azriel’s heart tugged at the sight of his dejected mate. “I’m no expert but I do know that I believe in you,” blurted Azriel. He wanted to reach out and comfort you, but he stopped himself. He wanted to tell you that you were enough, but he didn’t know how to get the words out without accidentally revealing your bond.

You looked up at Azriel in surprise, “I appreciate the support.” Azriel was one of the most decorated warriors you’d met. His confidence in you meant a lot but that didn’t mean the shred of doubt didn’t disappear.

The two of you sat in comfortable silence as you watched the shadows slowly retract from your fingers and arm. Azriel rolled his neck and shifted closer. “If we survive this war, you should come and visit me in Velaris. It’s the city my family lives in, I think you’d love it.”

Thesan mentioned Velaris before, he told you that Rhysand had managed to protect the city from Amarantha’s wrath. “I would love to see Velaris! It would be a nice break from my duties and visit friends. Maybe Feyre will show me around,” you said grinning at the idea of visiting a vibrant city.

Azriel’s mouth opened and then closed, he thought he implied that he would be the one to show you around. “Right,” mumbled Azriel. “You’ll visit us because we’re friends." Azriel felt heat flood into his face in embarrassment.

You see the slight frown on his lips and when you’re about to ask him if something is wrong, he stands up. Azriel thanked you again for healing him and made an excuse to leave before stalking out of the tent. Staring at the empty spot beside you, you wondered if that was Azriel trying to ask you out. Shaking your head in confusion, you made your way to your tent to get cleaned up.

From a distance, Thesan watched with the gears turning in his head.

[yenn-reads]

Monthly Series Appreciation - December

It's the end of the year, we're getting closer to the holidays and I will have three stories for you today that I connect with December, Christmas and New Year's Eve.

All of them for different reasons, but all of them all worth reading…

I‘m a little early this month, but it’s for a reason. I want you all to get a look at that wonderful advent calendar in time 🥰

Let me tell you what I have for you this month:

Eyes That See

Sy x reader (💕🔥🌩, status: on-going)

Eyes That See is something very special to me. @just-chirpin not only manages to write one of the most wonderful Sy's I have ever seen. She also makes me feel seen. I can relate to so many things and feelings in this story. And having Sy by my side in this one is just so soothing. It's a really long story and it's not finished yet. But I can promise you that you won't be disappointed if you dive into it. The definition of comfort fic ❤️

And don’t forget to take a look at her masterlist, where you can find many asks with additional scenes or alternative scenarios 😍

179 Crescent Street

(College AU; Mike, Charles, Napoleon, Sherlock, August, Sy, Marshall and Geralt x multiple OFC's)(💕🔥🌩, status: on-going)

Everyone must have seen me talking about Crescent Street's inhabitants by now. I found them one year ago and fell in love with all of them. @raccoon-eyed-rebel gifted this universe of stupid dorks living together in one house to us, and I am so incredibly grateful for that. I read every one of these chapters multiple times and I know I will do it again. Maybe it's my favorite thing in the world 🥰

@raccoon-eyed-rebel also made my New Year's Eve feeling last way into the summer and that's a good thing. Those chapter's are so much fun! Get to know all those guys and, even more important, those wonderful women who are lucky enough to get one (or two) of the boys into their beds.

Sapphire Falls Chronicles

Caleb Syverson x OFC, Chris Evans x OFC (🌩💕, status: completed)

@sapphirefallschronicles was such a cute surprise last December. Every day until Christmas we got an update on the lives of Caleb, Chris, Abigail and Livia. And I loved getting new little bits of that wonderful fluffy story. @keanureevesisbae and @diegos-butt really put a smile on my face with this. I totally plan to re-read that lovely fic this December. Join me?

Hope you find something you enjoy here. Please let the creators of these stories know what you think about it. Reblog, comment, shower them with love. They deserve it!

Monthly Series Appreciation -Masterlist

[daisygirlwrites]

welcome to the garden

hello hello! you can call me daisy and i write for fun! please read the important note at the bottom of this post, regarding requests.

also, ask me about my taglist!

current fandoms i write for:

call of duty

hogwarts legacy

the batman (2022)

lord of the rings

house of the dragon

lies of p

masterlist: (updated 6/12/2023)

Callsign: Crash

task force 141-

Rookie Mistake

Friendship Headcanons

Behind the Wheel

Eggless Omelet (Restaurant AU)

Little Black Dress (including König)

Game Night Headcanons

Falling Asleep on the 141 (including König)

Helping You Deal with a Heartbreak Headcanons

Task Force 141 + Hunger Games

simon 'ghost' riley-

Car Rides

Rough Start (Pt 1)

Olive Branch (Pt 2)

Little Things (Pt 3)

könig-

First Look

Sapphires

Museum Date

early hours of the morning

request are currently open

*important note* for my call of duty works, any including the Task Force 141 and Crash, I have no intentions of having Crash get involved with the members romantically. however, I do plan on Crash and König to get together. personally, i absolutely love the found family trope and it is such a joy to write! so if you have any ideas or request, please send them!

that being said, if any of y'all would like a TF 141 Member x Reader romance fic, do not hesitate to ask me :)

my inbox is always open!

[isuckatwritingsobenice]

Prettiest ring

Navigation!! // Masterlist!! // Christmas Event Line Up!!

A/N: James is starting off our event <33 these boys aren’t appreciated enough so I needed to include them in here.

Warnings: She / Her pronouns for the reader, fluff for the most part

It was late, christmas taking its sweet time to get here. James had called Y/n to tell her he would be home late tonight, and she agreed groggily as college classes began draining her.

Realistically, James had gotten off of work with enough time to get home to her before she went to bed. But, today was important, today was crucial. It was one of the rare times he had gotten off early enough to finally go shopping.

Christmas was approaching, and though Y/n felt it was taking longer than it should, James had only wished for more time. On his way home from work he stopped somewhere he knew would be the best place to find the perfect gift for you.

The jewelry store.

He pushed the glass doors open, sighing as the warmth of the store welcomed him like a hug. An older woman stood behind the glass counter with a smile, the store being relatively empty.

“Hello, is there anything you need help with this evening?” The woman asked, and he smiled with a nod.

“Yes. I’m looking for a ring, it’s for my girlfriend.” He says, rubbing his hands together to create more heat as he takes steps towards the counter. The woman smiles, extending her hand to shake his.

“I can surely help with that. My name is Annie, you can follow me over here.” She said with a smile. James shook her hand before following her to the other side of the store. She led him to the ring section, stopping at silver first.

“Is she more of a gold or silver type of girl? Or does it not matter to you?” She asked, and James just nodded.

“Gold, she really likes gold. She has a few silver pieces but they were all gifts.” He says, mentally patting himself on the back for taking the time to memorize her jewelry box.

“Okay, then we can start over here. ” She says, gesturing to her left side, his right. “Is there a budget you’re sticking to today?” She asks, and he just shakes his head.

“No, no budget today.” He says with a smile. She grins back before letting him look at the rings. His eyes linger over the rings for a bit, before his eyes fall onto one.

“May I see that one?” He asks, pointing to a smaller ring. The larger ones toward the top row. She nods and unlocks the back, reaching underneath the glass to take out the small cushion holding the line of gold rings.

“These are all vintage collectibles. They’re a bit pricier than the rest, but they’re original and very high quality.” Annie says as he reaches for a ring toward the middle. It’s small in his hands, and he feels his heart swell with emotions at the thought of Y/n wearing a ring, a ring to celebrate their love.

“That ring right there features a 1ct light yellow orange sapphire. The band is 14k Rose Gold, with 12 white diamonds and 2 matching honey sapphires on the sides. The gem stone in the middle, is a beautifully yellow color, and if titled the right way,” Annie says, delicately taking the ring from his fingers before putting it under a brighter light.

“You can see a bit of gold shine through.” She said, the color of the gemstone outshining the rest. Something about the ring felt right. To him it felt right. “It’s also the last of this ring we have in store. After this we are sold out of it at this location.” She says, handing it back to him. He takes the ring carefully, observing it closely, picturing Y/n wearing the ring.

“I always thought ring shopping would be difficult. I guess I was wrong.” He said with a smile, before Annie grinned wide.

“Oh she’s going to love it.” Annie said and James just nodded hoping she did.

⊹₊⋆☁︎⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆☁︎⋆₊ ⊹₊⋆☁︎⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆☁︎⋆₊ ⊹

The house was quiet when James had finally gotten home. The lights were dim, the kitchen light being the only one left one. From the living room however, was a slight hue of blue. James carefully set the bag down, now holding the ring that was soon to adorn Y/n’s finger.

He makes his way carefully to the living room, trying not to make much noise. As he walks through the doorway, he smiles upon seeing Y/n on the couch, curled up with a blanket. The tv screen has paused, a pop up asking if she was still watching. James chuckled to himself, walking over to place a gentle kiss on her forehead, before his arms scooped under her to carry her bridal style.

Unconsciously she shifted a bit, getting closer to him before settling back into sleep. James carried her out the living room, and through the foyer to the stairs, bringing her to bed.

The bedroom door was open thankfully, and James brought her to bed with ease, settling her down under the covers carefully not wanting to disturb her.

“James?” She asked groggily, eyes barely opening. He just smiled and kissed her forehead again.

“Yes love it’s me. Get some rest.” He spoke softly. She hummed and snuggled into her pillow.

“Waited for you.” She said tiredly, attempting to fight off the sleep trying to pull her in. James chuckled and smiled down at her, his heart squeezing with emotions.

“You didn’t need too, but thank you.” He says amusingly.

“Love you” Y/n says with a sigh, soft snores following soon after. James shakes his head with a grin before pushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

“I love you too.”

[impala-dreamer]

Captives of The Court - Chapter Twelve

A Supernatural Series

~Strange things are brewing in Connecticut, so Dean and Y/N go check it out. After stumbling through town, they fall into something that’s been going on a very, very long time. Can they put an end to the bloodshed and make it out unscathed or will they need a little help this time?~

Starring Dean Winchester x Y/N Y/L/N

Series Warnings and Info may be found on the Masterlist Here 

Impala-Dreamer’s Masterlist  ~  Patreon  ~ Published Works

The crowd had gathered; each participant hidden behind lace or leather masks and hoods that kept their faces well in shadow. Despite the cloaks and masquerade, most were known to each other. The townsfolk had been there before, watching the rituals, bathing in the blood of the male offering, soaking up the potions Bronwyn brewed from the victim’s love. It was old hat by now, just something that had to be done for the good of the town. A few of the new supplicants still found it shameful, and they kept to the back of the room, skirting the edges and holding their breaths as the sacrificial lambs were manipulated and used up.

A newcomer stood in their midst that night, a petite woman draped in a charcoal cape that hid her bright red hair and porcelain skin. She wore a mask of intricate sapphire lace that matched her sparkling gown, and walked through the crowd with the air of royalty. Whispers erupted in wake as she moved to the center of the congregation and approached the altar.

Bronwyn met her there, smiling in greeting and nodding. “So glad you could join us.”

The stranger smiled and thanked her host, a thick accent rippling through the air. “The pleasure is all mine, Bronwyn. Very excited to see what you’ve been working on.”

Pride swelled in Bronwyn’s chest and she tried to hide it behind a tight smile. “Then let’s begin, shall we?”

She turned and spread her arms wide, welcoming her followers.

“Tonight, we have an extraordinary surprise. As many of you came to realize, two hunters stumbled into our town recently, and I was fortunate enough to capture their… attention. Now, the very thing they came to destroy, will destroy them!”

A low, rumbling laugh filled the room and the candles flickered as the new waves of air struck the flames.

Bronwyn held up a hand and the crowd silenced immediately.

“Beautiful though this couple is, they are even more special. Not only are they deeply in love, one of them… is famous.” Her eyes widened beneath the mask and the room rang with anticipation. “Allow me to introduce our honored guest tonight… Dean Winchester.”

With a snap of her fingers, Dean moved into the room. He walked as if in sleep, his body mobile but his mind empty. Naked and shining with a glaze of sweat, he stood in the center of the room, his bare toes edging the runes carved into the ancient stone. They formed a circle around him, seven feet around, and he stopped at the edge, locked by the magic and Bronwyn’s command.

The audience exclaimed at his beauty and the novelty of having such a prolific hunter in their circle. The sapphire witch took a step back, fading into the throng, watching, hiding.

Bronwyn grinned and continued with a wave of her hand “Let us not forget his lover and our vessel… Y/N Y/L/N.”

Y/N entered just as Dean had, naked and entranced. She stood next to him, toes touching the arch of the magical circle, waiting, empty.

With everything in place, Bronwyn began the first part of the spell. She worked at the altar, mixing the tincture of her own design and anointing Dean and Y/N in turn. The oils ran down the faces, dripped onto their chests, puddled at their feet. The scents of damiana and rose filled the room, and their bodies weakened, growing more pliant with each word Bronwyn spoke.

“Esse simul!”

The followers replied, chanting the spell along with Bronwyn and the magic took hold. Dean turned to Y/N and laid his hands on her shoulders, spinning her to him. They kissed, heavy and wet. His hands dragged down her body, her fingers clawed at the nape of his neck.

With more than a dozen pairs of eyes upon them, they fell to the ground within the circle, biting and licking, scratching and pinching. She rolled onto her back and rode him hard, her arousal in control of everything.

He groaned beneath her, body crushed into the stone. His eyes were wide and fixed on her flesh but he was unable to wake, too trapped inside himself.

The room roared with cheers when he came and the essence of his orgasm was trapped in another jar, locked away to be used for the main spell.

Two hours went by and their bodies were tired. Their backs were scraped by the stone, their sex aching and raw from constant use, lips swollen and bright ruby red. Close to breaking down, they lay in each other’s arms, driven to keep touching by the spell until one more orgasm was ripped from Y/N’s throbbing cunt.

Satisfied so far, Bronwyn clapped her hands and addressed the room. Y/N and Dean went still, afforded a small break to catch their breaths.

“Please help yourselves to supper upstairs while we give our guests a rest. The altar must be prepared for the second part.” Her gaze swept over the hooded company and she pointed at the steps. “I shall be with you shortly.”

As the coven ascended the stairs up into the main house, Bronwyn tended to Y/N and Dean. She got them up from the cold floor and let them sleep in each other’s arms against the wall.

She cleared the altar and set up a new cloth of plush purple velvet and a small pillow for Y/N’s head. A sharp knife of pure silver laid at the head of the altar and she blessed each piece as she laid it in place.

Finally, she took her leave, following her supplicants up the long stairs and shutting the door behind her.

The sapphire witch slid out of the darkness beneath the staircase and rushed to Dean and Y/N. She slapped his cheek hard, mostly for fun, as she knew he was too far gone to react. She eyed him for a long moment before speaking, taking in the view of his nakedness and shrugging.

“Not bad…” She smirked. “But I’ve seen bigger.”

Moving closer to Y/N, she laid her hands on both their foreheads and bent between them to whisper. “Surgere.”

Y/N gasped as a jolt of energy struck her heart and she sprang up, nearly knocking their savior over.

“Holy fucking motherfucking hell!”

The witch shushed her with a harsh hiss and a finger over her lips. “Be quiet!”

Dean shuddered as he woke and shook himself, too fatigued to yet stand. “Fuck. Y/N?”

She went back to him, crouching down to check on him before jumping back and into a fighting stance, weary of their helper.

“Who are you!”

Dean waved at her to lower her voice and back down. “Shh. Friendly,” he croaked.

The witch dropped her hood and tugged the mask from her eyes. Rowena smiled flirtatiously. “You recognized me behind all this?”

Dean rolled his eyes and sat up. His muscles were aching, bones near to breaking. “Only you would wear a glittery get up like that.” He stood, wincing at the pain and quickly covered his manhood. “What the hell?”

Rowena looked down at his hand and smirked. “Don’t worry. I took a wee peek before I woke you up.”

Y/N gagged. “OK. What the hell is going on?” She tried to hide herself behind Dean, but it was no use, so she slung an arm over her chest. “And, thank you, Rowena. Sorry I tried to punch you.”

Rowena batted incredibly painted lashes and shrugged her cloak off, handing it to a grateful Y/N. “Don’t worry about all that. Let’s just get you out of here before they come back.” She turned towards the steps and the tunnel carved behind.

Dean grabbed her shoulder. “Wait. We can’t just leave. We gotta-”

“Have to what, Dean?” Rowena snapped. “In case you’ve not noticed, you’re naked as a newborn babe, unarmed and half dead. You need to get out of here before Bronwyn and her folk come back for part two.”

Y/N shivered. “Part two?”

“Aye. First, they wring every possible ounce of orgasmic magic from your bodies, and then-” She paused and looked over her shoulder at the altar.

Y/N swallowed hard. “They sacrifice us.”

“No.” Rowena shook her head solemnly. “Much worse.”

Dean balked. “Worse?”

“Well, you, they sacrifice. But not after they have Y/N carve you up. And… well-”

Y/N leaned in, wide eyed and concerned. “And?”

Rowena sighed. “Dean must impregnate you before they drain him and dispose of his corpse. Then they keep you, magically accelerate the gestation, and… eventually… kill you and the fetus after stealing the birth magic.”

Dean and Y/N stood stark still, staring at Rowena with jaws too tight with nerves to actually drop.

Y/N trembled inside. “What!”

“It’s very complicated, very dark magic.”

Dean blinked himself back into the moment. “Sex magic?”

Rowena nodded. “Aye. Usually, it’s not used to this extent, and normally no one dies, but Bronwyn is a truly evil bitch.”

Dean laughed. “Witch,” he corrected.

“Bitch,” she asserted.

Y/N shrugged in agreement and stepped away from the other two. She grabbed the silver blade from the altar and chucked it against the wall as anger swelled in her gut. “Ain’t nobody getting me pregnant,” she hissed, ripping the cloth from the stone and tossing it at Dean. “Cover that dick and let’s get out of here. We need about two cases of Gatorade and some red meat.”

Still quite dazed, Dean wrapped the cloth around his waist and hobbled towards her. “Burgers?” His stomach growled.

Y/N sighed and pressed her palm to his cheek. “Of course, baby.”

Annoyed, Rowena clicked her tongue and tapped a jewel-studded shoe. “Shall we hurry please?”

The tunnel was long and short, and only Rowena made it through without ducking. She lead them down into the darkness and back out the other side, all the while, answering their questions in careful whispers.

“How many of them were there?” Dean asked, nearly cracking his head on the roughly carved ceiling for the tenth time.

“I counted fourteen aside from myself.”

“Including Bronwyn?”

“Aye.”

Y/N groaned. “That’s a lot. Recognize anyone?”

Rowena tripped over a rock and huffed. “A few. That horrible John Willard was one of them. Tried to sneak his hand under my cloak.”

“The sheriff.” Y/N grit her teeth. “Yeah. Figures. Handsy dick…”

Finally, they hit moonlight and breathed fresh air for the first time in days. The Impala was still stashed in the woods half a mile down the road and they ran to it as fast as their exhausted legs could carry them.

Dean’s naked ass squeaked on the leather as he slid into the driver’s seat and revved the engine.

Rowena hung back, unsure of what to do.

Y/N yanked her door open and paused, squinting at Rowena. “What’re you doing? Come on.”

“I have to go back in or they’ll know it was me who helped you escape.” The taste of fear bathed her tongue and she cringed, hating it.

“No.” Y/N opened the back door and tugged on Rowena’s arm. “You can’t go back in there. If they know we’re gone, they already know it was you. You’d be walking into an execution.”

Dean threw his arm over the seat and looked back at them. “Yeah. Besides, we still need you. Now, get in. I’m freezing.”

Sequins sparkled in the moonlight as she climbed into the backseat.

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Caught in a Trap Pt.1 (Austin!Elvis x Reader)

Description: The reader is caught in a trap, aka with her boyfriend, and she can’t exactly escape. If she could she would’ve left already. Essentially a stranger, Elvis, saves her. 

Notes: I didn’t have it in my heart to have Elvis be the bad guy. I know people like angst... but they also like a happy ending. This is essentially that, but Elvis is the light of readers day. The reader is a female, and it just fits in with the year and just... trust me on this. This will be put into two parts. Part one... well ya know. Part two, smut.

Masterlist

Pairing: Austin!Elvis x fem!reader

Warnings: Abusive Relationship, Abuse, Physical Abuse, Mental Abuse, Psychological Manipulation, Sexual Assault, Assault, Heavy Swearing, Mentions of Suicide, Mentions of Suicide Attempts, Violence

Word Count: 3.6k

Graceland. Home to famous rising star, Elvis Presley. You were welcomed there because your boyfriend was friends with Elvis. Sure, you knew who Elvis was... but you never really spoke or got to know him. 

You say inside on the couch. The others were outside on the front lawn playing around. You looked outside the window, watching the man you once fell in love with fool around. Your face held no emotion. You weren't happy, you weren't sad... You felt empty... You felt trapped really.

You became close friends with Gladys. You would put on a strong smile and your best lying tone when she asked about you and Leon. You mostly thought back to when you and him first got into a relationship. You tried to explain that to her. Truth be told... the beginning of your relationship was becoming a blur. You were pretty sure you told the story differently every single time. 

Though, when you were left by yourself, you sat on the all too familiar couch and stared outside the window. Your head was essentially lost in the clouds. Where you dreamed of a better land. A better place where you would be happy. Some place where you wouldn't feel like an emotionless zombie

"How come your inside?" You turned your head slowly and found Elvis. A smile on his face as he breathed heavily, most likely from running around outside.

"Oh, just tired is all." You shrugged it off. You weren't exactly lying. You were tired. Tired of everything really. You watched as his eyebrow raised. He looked past you and outside the window. His sapphire eyes soon returned to yours.

"You okay? I can go get, Leon-"

"Please don't," you sucked in a breath, "I'm okay." Elvis reluctantly nodded. He backed towards the door lightly.

"Right well..." his eyes found your hand placement. He narrowed his eyes lightly. 

"Right..." He mumbled gently and walked back outside. His mind was now in the clouds, and not for a good reason.

When Elvis left, you let out a heavy breath, one you didn't realize you were holding. You always felt nervous talking to Elvis. Well, talking to anyone really. You were afraid you would give away too much information, or worse... Let the truth slip.

You looked down at your hands and slowly move your hand that covered a bruise. One that Leon caused when he gripped your wrist too tightly. When he- you shook that thought of your head. You didn't want to remember it. You didn't want to even think about that.

"You never think, do you?!! Makes sense! You ain't got no shit to say!" Leon yelled in front of your face.

"You're hurting me, Leon..." You spoke gently.

"You're hurting me, Leon," he mocked you, "like I give a shit!" 

"Please... please stop." You begged him from your teary e/c eyes.

"You sound so fucking pathetic. Grow the fuck up." His hand tightened around your wrist. His other hand finding the side of your head. You looked away from him. You closed your eyes and felt your tears start to fall.

"LOOK AT ME, While I'm SPEAKING to you!" Pain is all you felt. The side of your head was ringing in pain. You felt a rush of blood just fall. You let out a breath and opened your eyes to a blurry scene.

"Fucking! Look! At! Me!" The pain just kept repeating and you let out a sob. Leon let go of you and watched as your frail body fell to the floor.

"Get fucking over it. God, so fucking stupid." He muttered and walked away.

You let out a breath and pulled down the sleeves of your sweater. Pulling the ends past your hands. You tried to find comfort in anything really. You weren't home, not that you wanted to think much of that. Your home wasn't exactly a home. It was a prison. You felt no safety there... or anywhere really.

"Y/n! Get out here! We're leaving!" Leon's voice filled your ears. You quickly got up.

"Coming!" You called out to him and rushed outside. You went over to him where he just gave you a disappointed look.

"Come on," he grabbed your hand roughly. You nodded and followed as he dragged you to his car. You looked behind you and found Elvis looking. You sent him pleading eyes as your bottom lip quivered ever so slightly. Scared for what's to come when you returned back to your cell.

You were pushed into the car, in a more gentle way to not give any attention and Leon slammed the door. He made his way over to the driver's side. The car started and you looked back out the window. Elvis was still watching. You opened your mouth ever so slightly and tried to mouth out the one word that could save you but-

"What are you looking at?" Leon asked as he started to drive.

"The clouds, they're quite pretty," you replied. Leon hummed in response, happy with your answer. He placed his hand on your thigh and you sucked in a quiet breath. So this is why he wanted to leave.

"Why are your sleeves down?" He asked, his eyes noticing your covered-up arms.

"It was a bit cold inside. Didn't want to freeze."

"Well pull them up. Your gonna start sweating." You nodded at his suggestion, well... command, and pulled your sleeves back up.

Leon looked down over at your bruise and bit his lip lightly. He was always the kind of guy who got turned on by bruises that he made. It was disgusting really. A dude who got turned on because he abused someone. Quite the headliner isn't it.

"You look beautiful," he commented as his hand traveled up your thigh ever so slightly. Normally, getting a compliment would make your heart flutter, but when it came out of his mouth... It made you feel disgusted.

"Thank you," you said gently through the pain.

The car ride was painfully slow... From the disgusting compliments to the unnecessary groping. You felt disgusted...used... trapped once again. You were never going to get out, and that scared you. God, you wanted to die so badly. You knew it was wrong to think of but... it seemed like your only escape at this point.

When the two of you arrived back at home prison, he led you inside. Once the door was closed his hands found your hips. His grip was already hard. His lips crashed into yours and you were forced to kiss back. You knew what happened when you didn't... Usually, it would result in a slap to the face and a few slaps somewhere else. 

You tried your best to keep your body from shaking. Every time you were here you were scared shitless. All from the terrifying memories, you held. The dents and cracks in the wall... the dried blood spots... you knew where they all were. Leon thought he was creative when trying to cover them up... but they were always so obvious.

"Fuck, you're so hot," Leon commented as he started to undo your clothes. You let out a breath and played along for his sake. God... you didn't want to get hurt again.

"God, you have no idea how badly I want you." You closed your eyes slightly and tried to calm down. You hardly spoke in these moments. You didn't want to say no... You didn't want to disagree with him... You didn't want to do anything to piss him off.

"Hey," he slapped your face... and it was no soft one... quite a hard one in fact, "look at me."

You opened your eyes quickly and looked at him. His eyes were black. They were filled with lust and power. Greed really... 

"Don't ever look away from me," he held onto your face tightly. If only he squeezed a little harder and your jaw would snap. 

"I'm sorry," you said gently, your voice was shaky... but you don't think he noticed. He narrowed his eyes and pushed you over to the bedroom. You didn't want to be here. You wanted to be far away from here. Please! Take yourself away! Get out of here!

You sucked in a breath and the next thing you knew you were back at Graceland. You blinked a couple of times to make sure it was real... sure enough... it was. When did you get back here? What happened? Did you black out?

"Jesus, Y/n/n, did I miss the memo? Why you wearing long sleeves." One of Leon's friends joked. You didn't know his name. You hardly knew any of his friends' names, except Elvis of course.

"It's like she's ready for several feet of snow." Another one laughed.

"I- uh- I need to go to the bathroom," you shook your head and made a beeline to the house. You heard the guys laughing from behind you. As you got inside you collided right into someone.

"I-I I'm sorry," You said quickly and brushed past, not even giving yourself time to look at them. You just needed a moment to yourself... Locked away from everything.

As you got to the bathroom you closed the door quickly and let out a breath. Your hand was tight on the door knob. Your breathing quickened yet also faded. Your breaths got shorter... longer apart. Your vision? blurry, almost black. This couldn't be happening here. This- no- it couldn't be.

You tried to back away from the door, but without the support of the door, you fell. It wasn't that loud but would still alert those near enough. Your body started to shake. Violently. Tears were falling quickly. You didn't know when you started to cry, but you were.

If you were lucky enough you would pass out and well... hopefully die. You didn't want to be here to be someone's play toy. Their punching bag... Their personal sex doll... Your life hadn't to have been planned for that reason. You had to have more to do with your life... but you weren't even going to see that happen.

"Hey hey hey," you could barely make out the voice that was appearing. You tried to lift your head up to put a face to the voice but you could barely move.

"Hey..." but the voice was soft. So so soft and gentle. You felt a hand coming closer to you and you flinched away. You didn't even have to think about doing it... your body was used to flinching away and most likely did it without conscious.

"I ain' gonna hurt you, I promise," they said and slowly wrapped their arms around you. They pulled you closer to their body. You leaned against them and gripped onto their shirt.

"It'll be okay," they rubbed your back gently. "Can ya count? Breath in with one... hold with two... release with three?"

When you didn't respond they gently moved the hair out of your face. They were so gently... so soft... unlike someone else you knew... They were patient... they cared about you.

"How 'bout I do it with you? You ready? One," they breathed in loud enough for you to hear. You copied his movements and breathed in when they did. 

"Two," they said aloud. You held your breath and waited for them to say three.

"And three," they release their breath. You then released your breath and felt your heart calm down ever so slightly.

"Now your turn. It'll be okay," you nodded and opened your mouth.

"One," your voice was so frail. It cracked at every second it could. You breathed in though. You heard them from beside you breathing in also. 

"Two," you held your breath, "three."

"There ya go," the person praised from beside you.

You kept doing that until your breathing was back to normal. Your body ever so slowly stopped shaking so violently. You were finally able to open your eyes and let out a shaky that was much needed. You pulled yourself from the person's chest and met their eyes. Their blue eyes... Jesus Christ it was Elvis.

"El-Elvis?" You said in shock. You didn't exactly expect it to be him. Then again... you didn't know who to expect.

"Yeah," he smiled gently and brought his hand up to your face. He whipped away your tears. You smiled gently, grateful that it was him out of all the people who chould've seen you like this. 

"Why don't you go up to my room, change into something more comfortable... and I'll go have a talk with Leon." You started to shake your head.

"No... No... Elvis no..." Your eyes started to water up again.

"I'm not taking no for an answer. I'll make sure he doesn't get to you." You nodded softly. Elvis stood up and helped you back on your feet. You looked at his shirt and realized that you completely ruined it.

"I- I'm sorry. Your shirt-"

"I got plenty others, don't worry about it. Now, head up the stairs, swing a left and right. Pick whatever you want." He explained. You nodded and followed him. You went up the steps, something you've never done before, and he went out the front door.

It was new territory for you. Elvis didn't let many people upstairs. It was his private quarters so you didn't blame him. You followed his directions and soon enough you were in Elvis's room. It matched the downstairs in elegance. It screamed Elvis. You walked over to the window and peered out.

"Elvis! 'Bout time you came out." Leon smiled. Elvis walked towards him. "What were you doing in there? Smooching with a dame?" He chuckled along with the other friends.

As Elvis got closer you saw him lift up his hand and noticed it was clenched together into a fist. You gasped as his fist made contact with Leon's face. It practically knocked him out to the floor. You gripped the curtains tighter as your breathing hitched.

"What the fuck was that for?!" Leon asked obviously enraged. He held onto his jaw as he rubbed the spot where Elvis's fist came in contact with him.

"That's for, Y/n, and this is from me," Elvis said and threw another punch Leon's way.

"Come on man!"

"That's enough!" Their other friends pulled Elvis away.

"What did that bitch tell you?" Leon looked at Elvis.

"She didn't have to tell me anything. Get the fuck out of here. You're not welcomed here anymore." Elvis said as he pulled his arms away from his friends. 

"Well let me get-"

"She's stayin'. You're not getting anywhere near her," Elvis shook his head, "the fact that you think I would even allow that to happen."

"She's my girlfriend," Leon tried to argue.

"Not the fuck anymore." Elvis was fuming at this point. His chest was moving quickly from the fast heavy breathing he was most likely doing.

"Well enjoy her then. She's practically far incapable of loving anyone."

"Get. The. Fuck. Out. Before I beat your ass." Elvis threatened him.

"Like you could do that," Leon laughed coldly and got up. "I'd like to see you try."

"So that you could hit me like you did, Y/n? Yeah no, get the fuck out before I have security drag you out." Elvis warned him one last time.

"Whatever man, I didn't like you anyway. Fucking pathetic. Just like her," Leon said as he walked over to his car.  You watch Elvis get a spark of anger as he ran over to Leon. He grabbed the back of his shirt and turned him around. He pushed him towards the car violently and threw a few hard punches at him.

You closed your eyes tightly. Sure you enjoyed seeing Leon receive what he deserved... But it still made you sick to your stomach. You were thankful that Elvis was going out of his way to protect you and do this all for you... but maybe he was going too far? You didn't want him to kill the guy. You shook your head and pulled away from the window. You walked over to the closet and looked through all the lavish clothing that Elvis had owned.

His different color lace shirts, to different color button downs. His closet hasn't gotten too crazy yet, though there were some questionable choices. They were all Elvis, and he looked good wearing everything. You were sure that once he got bigger his wardrobe would change drastically. 

You opted to go for the most simple basic looking button down. You didn't want to wear anything too expensive that cost him hundreds or worse... thousands. You got out of the covering pieces you were wearing and spotted yourself in the mirror. There were so many marks and bruises. From your arms to your legs. Your stomach had to be one of the worse places. Leon was always rough when he did anything. Even if it was just hugging you. He would pull you in a bone-crushing hug.

You let out a breath and slipped the white button-up on. You walked back over to the bedroom as you were buttoning up the shirt. You took a peer outside the window and saw that the commotion had calmed down. In fact, there was no one left in the front yard. Elvis most likely sent them all home after everything. You finished buttoning up the shirt.

"Jesus... he really did a total on ya." You turned at the voice and spotted Elvis sitting on the bed. You nodded and started to feel insecure. No one had ever seen the marks before... Only Leon did...

"Come here, I won' hurt ya," you walked over to him and sat down next to him.

"You don't have to tell me... but... I would like to listen." Elvis said. You let out a breath and looked down at your hands. They were nervously held together with each other. 

"It... It wasn't always like this..." you started. You had to think hard to remember anything from the beginning. It was mostly flooded out from bad memories.

"He was nice... sweet... and caring when we first met. He took me out on dates to the diner and movies... He was gentle... That's why I fell in love with him. Things only got worse as time passed... it started with a few harsh words... and gripping too tightly... to slapping... hitting my head against the wall... The harsh words just got worse and worse. He forced me to move with him to make sure I wouldn't say anything... He didn't like when I went anywhere without him. When I did, he lost it all..."

Elvis reached over and grabbed your hand gently. He interlocked your fingers and you weren't scared. His grip wasn't tight... it was gentle and soft. Something you weren't used to.

"I think the first time I did that... everything changed. Words were threatening... wrong... He... he cracked my head open... When we went to the hospital I had to say I fell. They didn't think much of it cause... You know how sexist this country is..." You started to tear up. "What he did... no one bat an eye. It was all normal. Just how it was to own slaves. There were moments when I thought I was dying and I saw so goddamn happy... And then I would wake up... and be fine. I had to lie to everyone... My old friends... my family... I haven't seen them in years... He wouldn't let me see them... Talk to them... I wasn't allowed to talk to anyone... He was so controlling and then he would do something so sweet and then I'm confused... and... I-"

"Hey... it's goin' to be okay from now on." He was careful with his words and movements. He didn't want to scare you. He didn't want you to fear him. So, he was careful when he pulled you over closer to him. He was gentle when moving your head to his shoulder. Everything was a process that needed to be taken.

"I got ya... and I won' let him near you again." You let out a sniffle and moved your body so that you could rest against Elvis better. You didn't want to question his help... you were thankful for him.

"Thank you," you said gently and buried your face against him. He might've smelt like sweat, but god... it was so much better than what you smelt at Leon's. His hand was on your back in a supporting matter. He would rub away your pains. You didn't want to leave his arms, because for once in your life... you felt safe and sound... you wanted to keep it like that.

"Don't thank me... I should've noticed way sooner... I'm sorry." You pulled away lightly and looked at him.

"You still noticed... and you did something... something no one would've done... You've saved my life."

"I wouldn't go and say that much," he chuckled lightly. You smiled lightly and brought your hands up to his shoulders.

"Oh, but you did... there were very few moments when I was left by myself... probably because Leon knew what I would do... I tried to drown myself a lot... so... you did save my life." You explained to him. He frowned gently and carefully pulled you down with him as he laid back on to his bed.

"Either way, I have ya now. You're safe." He spoke gently. You smiled and laid your head back on his chest. You two laid there for as long as you needed. He didn't rush you... He didn't use harsh words... His touch was gentle...

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- ̥۪͙۪˚┊❛ Welcome to Sapphire Falls - chapter 25 ❜┊˚̥۪͙۪◌

Basketballer!Chris Evans x Abigail Syverson (plus size!ofc) & Farmer!Syverson x Livia Darmandi (Asian ofc)

Summary: It's Christmas in Sapphire Falls.

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: None

A/N: MERRY CHRISTMAS/HAPPY HOLIDAYS EVERYONE! While our advent calendar is over, please make sure you keep an eye out for the remainder of December, because we got a few fun things planned 😘

The Advent Calendar (a.k.a. the masterlist)

The next morning I wake up with Abigail in my arms. She is still asleep, and I don’t think I have ever seen her this peaceful. She is always in a hurry, always needs to do something. You’d always sense that when you were with her, but since it happened between us, it’s gone. 

I peek outside, and see dark clouds approaching Sapphire Falls. I haven’t seen those clouds in quite a while, Sapphire Falls is one of those towns where snow is unique. 

Since Abigail is still softly snoring, I try my best not to move too much. It feels so good to have her in my arms, I just want to enjoy this tranquil moment. 

But when I notice something outside, I know I have to wake her up. ‘Morning baby,’ I say, tracing the outlines of her face with my finger. 

She stirs, groaning, but doesn’t open her eyes. 

‘C’mon, you have to see this.’ 

Slowly she opens one eye, and I can’t help but smile. I lean down, and press a kiss on her soft lips. I help her sit up, and point towards the window. 

‘No way.’ She is suddenly wide awake. ‘That’s impossible!’ Snowflakes are falling onto the window, and they are getting thicker and thicker. 

‘If it keeps snowing like this, we will have a thick layer of snow before we know it.’ 

‘I can hardly remember the last time we had snow here.’ She rests against my chest, and we intertwine our fingers. 

‘Sapphire Falls in the snow is something else,’ I add. 

‘Where’s my camera? I have to take pictures of this.’’ She looks around the room, before she presses her forehead in the palm of her hand. ‘I left it at home.’ 

‘We can take a walk to the farm?’ I propose. ‘If you’re nice, I won’t throw a snowball at you.’ Quickly I peck her lips, smiling.

‘I was already planning on throwing some at you,’ she smirks back. 

●・○・●・○・●

Once we were dressed, we make our way outside. The temperature had dropped incredibly, and naturally I pull Abigail closer to me. With our arms interlocked, we leave the ground of the hotel. 

We are almost outside the fence, when I notice the janitor dragging sleds outside a shed. 

‘Sir!’ I yell. 

‘What are you doing?’ Abigail squeals when I pull her with me towards him. 

‘Getting us a sled, c’mon!’

Once armed with a wooden sled, we continue our way to the snow. It is still early in the morning, most people sound asleep. We barely meet a soul on our way to the farm. 

I remember we would come across a giant hill on our way. The hill we spent hours on when we last had snow in Sapphire Falls. Many years ago, as Bennie Syverson was still around. 

The whole town came to the hill, sledding down the hill, having snowfights, or simply watching everyone have fun. 

Abigail and I would go ice skating on Sapphire Lake or sledding down the hill, while Dottie Syverson would bring us hot chocolate. Bennie would repair our sled on the other hand, after we wrecked it for the millionth time.

 I smile to myself, the memories I have of the Syverson are dear to me. Because of them, I am who and where I am today. 

Suddenly I’m pulled out of my thoughts when I feel an ice cold snowball hit my neck. ‘What the heck!’ I exclaim. After I turn around, I see Abigail laughing at me. I realize we had already reached the top of the hill.

I bend down to make a snowball, when she doesn’t waste another second and comes rushing towards me. 

Once I’m standing again, she is face to face with me. ‘Don’t even think about it,’ she says, before grabbing my face to pull me in for a deep kiss. 

The freshly made snowball slips out of my hands, and I wrap them around her. 

‘You ready to go down this hill,’ I say, when we need to take a breath. 

‘We’re so gonna wreck this thing,’ she answers. ‘I wish dad was here, to fix it.’

‘Me too.’ I press a kiss to her forehead, and we take a minute. 

Abigail takes my hand, and we take our place on the sled. She sits before me, and we chuckle as we hardly fit on it together. ‘10 bucks we won’t even make it down the hill,’ she jokes. 

‘You’re on.’ I give us a push, and with loud cheering, we slide down the hill. 

The next hour is spent sliding down the hill, laughing and shrieking as more and more people wake up in Sapphire Falls, joining us on the hill. 

●・○・●・○・●

Ultimately we reach the farm. All giddy we make it inside, and shred ourselves from our coats and wet shoes. 

‘You two look ridiculous,’ I hear Sy say, who appeared in the kitchen door. 

‘So do you, as always.’ Abigail flicks her brother the finger, but has the biggest smile on her face. ‘Lovely to see you, twin bro.’

He gestures to us to come inside, and we are welcomed by someone else sitting at the kitchen table. 

‘Well, well, well,’ Abigail sings. ‘Who do we have her, early in the morning, sitting at our kitchen table?’ She approaches Livia, who springs up to give Abigail a hug. I look past them, and notice Livia’s suitcases in the hallway. 

Livia whispers something in Abigail’s ear, before they both smile, and hug each other again. Once they sit down, they start whispering with each other.

Sy shares a look with me, and we both know what happened. He finally got together with Livia, and he knows I did with Abigail. ‘Coffee?’ he asks. I nod and stand next to him, looking outside the window, admiring the Syverson fields covered in snow.

‘So, Livia?’ I say. 

‘Mhm, about time right?’ he answers. 

‘Damn right.’

‘Can say the same about you two.’ He hands me a cup of coffee, and starts making one for Abigail. ‘Just so you know, break her heart and you’ll never play basketball again.’

‘I know.’ The bond between those two may not be of many words, but they will die for each other. ‘It won’t happen, I’m not planning on losing what’s most important to me.’

‘Good.’

We join the girls at the table, and Abigail takes a grateful sip of her coffee. She smiles softly at me when I sit next to her, and I can’t help it to place my hand on her soft thigh. 

‘I’m so happy you two got together,’ Livia says, who has placed Sy’s arm over her shoulders. ‘Isn’t it kinda stupid of all of us to have been so oblivious?’ 

‘We could have saved quite some time,’ Abigail adds. ‘But I am happy we’re here now.’ 

‘I have seriously thought so many times you two dated already in high school,’ I say, nodding at Sy and Livia. ‘Only for you two to keep telling me nothing had happened.’

Abigail suddenly barks out a laugh. ‘Oh, you can’t be serious,’ she says, still laughing. ‘You really believe nothing happened between those two?’

Sy starts shifting uncomfortably on his chair, while an innocent smile shows on Livia’s face. 

‘Yeah?’ I answer, already knowing I couldn’t be more wrong. 

‘After prom, me and mom couldn’t sleep. So we went to the kitchen, to drink a cup of tea,’ Abigail starts. ‘We stand here, talking, when we notice a light is still on outside. Mom and I go outside, because we need to know what it is. What if an animal has escaped and decided to make itself at home in the shed you know.’

I look over at Sy, who looks absolutely mortified, and Livia, whose eyes I have never seen bigger. 

‘So, we are outside, getting closer to the shed when we suddenly hear noises. Quickly we realize it is coming from inside it. We did the math, so yeah, mom and I had known all this time,’ she finishes, with a grin on her face. 

‘This is so embarrassing,’ Livia finally says. 

‘Oh no, it was really funny at the time. I remember mom saying: ‘will those two finally stop being such idiots?’ She was definitely rooting for you two. If she was here, she couldn’t have been happier.’ 

I reach for Abigail’s hand, and give it a squeeze, I know she misses her mom, and Christmas without her must be hard. 

‘She’d been so happy to see you two as well,’ Livia says. ‘Maybe Sy and I have been dancing around each other for so long, you two did as well. And your mom and dad knew, why do you think they spent so much time with Chris, and me?’

Abigail and I smile at each other, before she rests her head on my shoulder. This is going to be the best Christmas ever. 

We’ve only experienced one white winter. Together with Sy, the two of us are standing on the porch, staring over the white landscape. All this land, it’s all part of the Syverson legacy. Sy stands behind me, a blanket wrapped around his shoulders and therefore also around me, as he holds me close, placing his chin on top of my head.

‘Christmas has never been so fun,’ I whisper.

‘I can remember a very wonderful Christmas,’ Sy notes. ‘You were fourteen, the tree fell on top of you. That was the greatest Christmas I’ve ever had.’

‘Why?’ I ask.

‘Because we were all together. Mom, dad, Abigail, Chris, you and I. It was fun, because Chris, dad and I went outside, to give the animals some extra food, while you, mom and Abigail were inside, preparing dinner. And then you were in charge of picking us up and you put on my coat and ran towards us, the biggest smile on your face.’ Sy gives me a kiss on top of my head. ‘Dad said that it was only around Christmas time or when I was close that that smile of yours was so bright.’

I lean back against him, letting out a deep sigh. ‘Your dad always knew,’ I say. ‘Sometimes, when we went out for walks, he told me about how much he loved Dottie, how he can recognize a man in love from miles away. He never said how that was the case for us, but the older I became, the better I knew.’ I stare over the landscape, almost seeing Bernard and I standing in the field. 

Bernie taught me a lot. Taught me valuable lessons about how to change a tire, how to use certain equipments and more practical things that helped me out later in life, but he also taught me about the things my parents failed to teach me.

‘I remember the week before he died. I helped him out, because he needed someone small to crawl underneath a place. It was also the day you weren’t too fit, so you were bedridden. I told him that I would take care of you in a minute. Then he said to me: “I trust you to forever take good care of Sy.” He continued on to say how Syverson men tend to take care of others and not be taken care off and boy, did I know.’

Sy laughs. ‘He was right about that.’

‘But somehow, I managed to take care of you, Sy all the way throughout high school, just like you took care of me. But I dropped the ball on that one.’

He presses long kisses on my temple. ‘That’s okay, darling. You’re here now. Finally and officially my girl.’

I shiver against him from the cold, but the whole idea of being his girl, makes me smile, makes me giddy. ‘And I’ll be your girl forever and ever. Though I’m still absolutely mortified that your mom and your sister heard us, but I think you and I can manage to forget that.’

He lets out a chuckle. ‘Here I was: thinking it was our little secret.’ He tightens his embrace a little. ‘Do you have to go back to New York City anytime soon?’ he asks.

I know that has been bothering him for a while now. Yesterday and today went by so quickly and I didn’t even consider going back any time soon.

It’s just I haven’t told Sy about that.

‘No, because I can write from anywhere.’ I turn around in his arms and wrap mine around his waist. ‘Besides, the only place I wanna be at, is right here.’

‘Good,’ Sy says, ‘because I might not have let you go if you were planning on going back.’

‘Shoot, had I known, I would’ve lied and see how you were going to restrain me.’

He holds me in a closer embrace than before. ‘Something like this,’ he chuckles.

‘You know, I can sleep in the shed,’ I say. ‘A nice place for me, tranquility all around.’

He scoffs. ‘No way, you’re staying right here with me.’

I stand on my toes to give him a kiss. ‘You know, I don’t think I want to go back to New York. I… Maybe when the holiday craziness is over, I can go back to get my stuff. To… Settle back here.’

His eyes light up. ‘I’d love that. You know, since Abigail and Chris are going to Chicago soon, we can leave the farm with them when they return and you and I can go together. You can show me all the great things in New York.’

I smile widely. ‘Of course, Sy! I would love that even more. You think there is room for me and my stuff here? I wasn’t kidding when I said I can sleep in the shed.’

‘There is room enough for you,’ he tells me. ‘And I don’t want you in the shed by yourself. Come on, you slept in my bed last night and I plan to keep it that way. Don’t be ridiculous.’

Waking up next to his handsome face was all I’ve wanted. I remember waking up next to him many times when I was younger. I either fell asleep in his truck, on their couch or that one time in the shed. His shoulder was always available for me to rest on, but now I can drape my entire body over his and he happily holds me closely. 

Because Chris and Abigail are back at the hotel–Chris wasn’t necessarily subtle with the reason why–the house is empty and just for us. ‘How about you and I go to the shed? Sans clothing?’

Sy cocks his eyebrow. ‘Sans clothing? Excuse my French, but sans means without, right?’

I chuckle. ‘Oui.’

He throws me over his shoulder and I let out a scream. 

‘Sy, I can walk,’ I laugh, slapping his back.

‘I know, but this is faster.’

Trying to wiggle out of his strong hold is useless, so I just let myself being carried to the shed. I look at the farm, my safe haven back when I was younger. My safe haven now. I can’t stop smiling. New York City was a nice pitstop, but I just know that this is the place where I wanna be. Where I wanna live.

Where I want to spend my happily ever after.

Forever Sapphire Falls.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Forbidden Lessons XIX

Masterlist

Enjoy!

Warnings: noncon, age gap, abuse of power, coercion, mentions of suicide, depression. Y'all know I do it dark and spicy. You have warnings, use them.

Thots, comments, screaming, and feedback are welcome and highly encouraged. Thank you!

Panic erupts in your chest and lodges in your throat. You shudder as you try to breathe, heaving as you stagger blindly through the halls.

Without direction, you steal out into the winter, slipping and sliding until you can't go any further. The cold can't touch you as the flames of helplessness consume you.

You can't think. Where are you? Where are you going?

You can't catch your breath, the crisp air is like fire as you gulp it down. You grasp your head as it spins, vision foggy as you let your feet carry you.

The figures that pass you are sparse and indifferent. As frigid as the weather.

Wooden doors clatter at your entrance and the oaky smell of the centurion building fills your nose. You lean on the railing as you ascend, steps echoing dizzyingly against the high ceilings. You know this place but you don't know where you're going.

You stop at the end of the hall as the world comes into focus. You shake your head as you sway on your feet. You turn and lean on the wall, rubbing your raw cheeks as you realise where you've gone.

You drop your hand down and feel the shape of your phone in your pocket. No, you can't. You need to grow up and do things yourself.

You slowly drag yourself away from the wall. You're jittery and your steps jut out awkwardly as if your legs aren't your own. You go only a few feet before you hear the footfalls, the same reverberating ascent.

Professor Barnes appears at the bright entrance of the hall. He hesitates at first, recognition flickers in his eyes, and he smiles. You fall back against the wall and slump down as you cover your face, caught.

You shouldn't have come but it's too late to go. He rushes to you, keeping you from sliding down to the floor.

"What's going on? Are you okay?"

"I shouldn't be here, I'm sorry," you babble into your hands, "please–"

"You're shaking, what's the matter?"

"Please, I gotta go," you pull your hands from face and push him gently, "I'm s-s-sorry–" your breathing once more grows shallows as blink to keep from fading out.

"Shit, okay, come on, sunshine, breathe," he rubs your arm, "alright, think of a colour. Can you do that? Choose a colour and find five things with that colour."

"Wha–" you garble. Blue. His eyes. So blue.

"What colour?" He asks as he holds you up.

"B-lue," you eke out.

"Alright, find five things. Can you do that for me, sunshine?"

Your breathing deafens you and you nod stiffly. You look around. You lift your arm and point, "the sign… curtain…" you huff and puff, calming with each word, "the crest…" you search and look as his hand, the silver at his wrist with the sapphire clock face, "your watch…" you blink as your head lolls, "eyes. Your eyes."

"Alright," he squeezes your shoulder as you calm, "come on."

"No, I should–"

"You need to sit," he insists, urging you away from the wall gently, "please."

You let him guide you, too weak to resist. You amble along with him, waiting as he unlocks his office and lets you in. He waves you ahead of him.

As you enter, a ripple of deja vu makes you stumble. He leaves the door open as he trails you, rounding the chair as he puts his bag on his desk. He looks at you.

"Please, sit down," he coaxes, "catch your breath."

You do as he says, crossing your arms as you remain uptight. You remember a similar scene, but Laufeyson shut the door, then he–

Barnes bends over you. He's speaking but you couldn't make out his words. Your eyes widen as you remember Laufeyson before you, on his knees, hand snaking up your leg.

"Go," you blurt out, "I need space. I need room."

You put your arms out and he backs away, standing straight. His mouth slants with concern.

"I'm sorry, sunshine, I wasn't meaning to crowd you. I just asked if you wanted some water."

"Uh," you drop your hands to your lap, adrenaline draining to exhaustion, "sure."

He nods and leaves you. He returns with a paper cup and you take it with thanks. You drink, the coolness soothing your addled nerves. He sits behind his desk, worry keeping him transfixed on you.

"I'm sorry I came," you say as you empty the cup, uncurling the lip with your fingernail, "I was…"

"Having a panic attack," he intones, "those things are no fun. Class must've been a lot. It's okay, it happens."

"It's stupid. I'm stupid."

"No, you're not. These things don't just get better but you're trying and that's enough."

"Please," you hold the empty cup between your legs, once more shielding your face, "I…"

You quiver and sniff, another flood of tears threatening.

"I just want to go back to normal. I want him to leave me alone but I can't stop replaying it all in my head–" you stifle your rambling with your fist, pressing your lips to the side of your knuckle.

Silence. Regret hanging in the air. Why did you blabber all that?

"Who?" He asks thinly.

"No one. I–"

You're a poor liar, Laufeyson's voice lingers in your head.

"It doesn't matter."

Bucky nods and runs his fingertips along the stubble poking out along his chin, a new dark shadowy growth trims his unshaven jaw.

"You don't have to say," he affirms, "as long as you're okay." He sits back, "I'm glad you came here. You shouldn’t be alone."

You take the cup and fold it between your fingers, watching the crush as you chew your lip. What can you say? You must have drifted there for some reason.

Well, because you have no one else. Maybe you're just stupid enough to think that this time is different. That he might just care.

You slide forward on the chair and stand. You near his desk and toss the cup on the wire basket beside it. He watches you patiently.

"Thank you," you swallow, "it won't happen again. Promise."

"If you happen upon me again, I won't be unhappy," he assures you as he rolls closer to the desk, "you have my number."

You look at the wall, humiliation raizing your scalp, "okay, Professor."

"I told you, you can call me Bucky. I'm not your professor anymore."

"I know, so why do you care?"

He shrugs, "I just do. So live with it, sunshine."

You nod. There's no arguing with him. As kind as he is, he is just as stern. You hook your thumbs in your jacket pocket.

Sunshine… a funny name. It doesn't fit you.

"See ya 'round," you turn and head for the door.

"I hope I do," he calls after you.

[holdyourwine]

i was once a fluff generator and enjoyer but now i can muster up nothing but angst hdkdjskdhdjdjd >:( i like the pain

but here's one fluffy prompt (kind of???); just laying in bed with poseidon while you stroke his hair and whistle his favorite tune <//3

Longed Home.

featuring Poseidon, ficlet

YOUR FONDNESS, LORD POSEIDON ; masterlist

(.n) Week without a person who spends most of her lifetime with him is sure a pain, as a result of how he longed for her touch

[] PAIN IS TOLERABLE WHEN ONE HAS HAPPY ENDING OKAY? OKAY. /j aahh yes i think he's kind of a small spoon if he gets too weary or tired and only behind the closed door so this is such [chefs kiss]

“It sure has been a while, is it not?” Sapphires stare up, settling within those shimmering orbs which hold an abundance of volatility, sending sparks to himself for such a sight. His eyelids flutter close, blue in disguise as he feels the subtleness of her skin tracing his cheeks, heeds the intimacy she grants for him.

“My dearest, just how many days I have longed for your company.” That sweet voice cradles his hearing.

Every beat from her heart lull his ears, not only providing the life of his love, the sound sure makes him so in ease, after a week parted with his beloved ; the sea is untamed. Yet tonight, he claims his comfort from his own home. The sea god, who yearns for her love is melted within her embrace, as the silk sheets hug their bodies, Poseidon lets his sturdy facade down behind the closed doors. Deep down, even the most fearsome god needs a shoulder for him to rest, for him to lay his head to his darling’s chest as his big arms keep her close to him.

“How was the week?” His darling’s soothing tone helps him to cease the weary he felt for being away from his home, not his glorious castle that he missed during the week away but her welcoming arms that never get tired to embrace him whenever he comes home. That was what Poseidon longing for.

“Zeus messed some things up.”

A soft hum leaves her lips as a response, as her finger delicately taps his cheek. “Fret not, your darling will not mess things up here.”

Poseidon lets out a puff of content sigh as he shifts his head up, the tip of his nose brushing against her pulsating neck— as he rests his tired eyes once again in her warmth. As if his muscular frame becomes a single feather for her, she pats his sculpted back to reassure him ; he is safe with her, in their home. Albeit it is quite a wholesome scene for her to be in charge to take care of him, she cannot deny the worry that envelops her heart.

Her fingertips upon his scalp, caressing his soft blonde hair as her ripe lips showering his forehead with small pecks, all the little things she does is magic. As if all the dirt that had been besmirching his head the past days flee away, he feels so in ease— comfort enough for him to snuggle close to her neck when her lips start whistling his usual serenade. Poseidon plants a single, chaste kiss on her collarbone before his gold strands fall upon his face, concealing the pure bliss written on it.

Surely for he will have a pleasant rest, as the last thing he heard before he drifts to deep slumber is that sugary voice of hers, whispering nothing but sweet. “Good night, my love.”

[woos-lil-oreo]

Love Scene

Pairing: Song Min Gi x Female! Reader

Word Count: approximately 3.1k words

Warnings: Slight Voyeurism???, Mentions of alcohol consumption, cursing/swearing, biting, spitting, Reader is a slight pillow princess, UNPROTECTED SEX (plastic wrap your peenie weenies), oral sex (fem receiving), fingering, slight use of pet names... I think that's it.

Author's Note: Most of this is a BIG self-indulgence XD and that Mingi gif always get me going... AnYwAyS, This fic is NSFW!!!! If you are uncomfy, do not read! If I miss anything, please tell me. If you wanna join the taglist, send me an ask and let me know. Don't steal... all that ✨ jazz ✨ music. Drink your water and enjoy my dirty lil harlots 😉

Taglist: @shusan @woowommy @ceopjy @joongsprincess @yunhofingers

Intro and Masterlist ✨

This is the happiest day of your life. You are dolled up in a beautiful snow-white dress decorated in speckled sequins and intricate rhinestone designs.

Your makeup is simple yet glamourous with a simple natural smoky eye with a shimmer in the inner corners. There is this aural glow of happiness around you, and you genuinely feel like a princess.

You are standing in front of your handsome fiancée with your hands holding each other, who is decked out in a simple black suit with a white dress shirt accented with a deep royal blue tie and shiny black Oxfords.

Hongjoong’s friend, Maddox, recites the point in the script where the vows would be repeated by you and your soon to be husband.

The vows. A spiritual binding of words that will connect the two of you until the end of eternity… or until you two get tired of each other, whichever comes first.

As you repeat after Maddox, Mingi’s eyes glisten with tears of joy. As much as he willed himself not to, one little miscreant of a tear dared to fall. You drop one of your hands to go wipe the tear stream off of his cheek.

The guests proceed to awe in adoration. Seonghwa fans his eyes to prevent his tears from falling, while Hongjoong is sporting a runny nose and a giant crocodile tear down his cheek, clinging to Seonghwa’s shoulder.

As you listen to Mingi recite his vows, tears start to well up in your eyes. You grip Mingi’s hand a little tighter to calm yourself because your makeup is beautifully done, and you’d be damned if you let a teardrop and a dried tear stain appear on your cheek. Jae-hee would have your ass. You got through the ceremony without tears!

“By the power vested in me, I pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride.” Maddox proclaims. You turn to Mingi, who now has one of the brightest smiles ever on his face, and he leaves a nice, sweet, lingering peck on your lips, still holding your hands.

“Oh, come on, you can do better than that!” Wooyoung screams out, earning himself a nice smack to the forehead from Yeosang. Wooyoung winces and rubs the spot while the guests laugh at their interaction and turn back to you when Mingi lets go of your hand and smirks.

Mingi pulls you to his chest, grabs you by the waist – pulling you close to him – and kisses you. As the kiss gets deeper, he places his hand on your cheek – steadying your head, and your hands work their way to the back of his head.

The crowd begins to root the two of you on, and Jae-hee screams out, “You guys are literally about to get a room!” You both pull away from each other and look at your husband. Mingi has a very thin layer of shimmer lip gloss on his mouth, and his cheeks and the tips of his ears are red.

A now very flustered and blushy boi Maddox quickly recollects himself from what he just witnessed and mutters, “They don’t pay me enough,” with a chuckle before he announces, loud and proud, “I-I now present to you, Mr. and Mrs. Song Min Gi!”

Everyone stands up from their seats and creates a round of applause as the newlywed couple leads the processional to the area where the wedding party, which is beautifully attired in soft peach pink dresses and deep royal sapphire blue accented suits, is to take pictures of one of the most important days you will never forget.

~25 minutes later~

The host has completed the introductions for the most chaotic wedding party that has ever existed, and everyone is getting to their seats in the venue.

The reception hall is absolutely stunning! The same colors of the wedding party are accented with gold. Diamonds are loosely scattered across the table, tealight candles alit floating in water vases, giving the room a soft glow in addition to the dimmed lighting.

The caterers are dressed in a clean white shirt, a black vest, and slacks. The guys have a royal blue sleeve garter, and the girls a soft peach one.

Once everyone has settled at their tables, Jae-hee and Yunho approach the front of the makeshift stage to make their toasts as Maid of Honor and Best Man.

Jae-hee grabs the microphone first, and she is already tearing up, and she is usually not one for emotion often. “Y/N, we have been friends for so long… we are practically sisters. I’ve watched you grow into a beautiful and confident woman… and even though I put you through some shit….” All of ATEEZ shakes their head and groan in agreement, and the rest of the guests laugh in response.

Jae-hee rolls her eyes and continues. “I’m so happy that you have found the love of your life and that I wasn’t the first to get married.” You roll your eyes and get up to hug her, and she meets you halfway. While in her embrace, she whispers, “I love you, baby girl,” and you respond with the same hushed tone, “I love you, too,” letting one measly tear run.

You two kiss each other’s cheek, and you return to your seat, and Jae-hee returns to the stage. She grabs Yunho’s handkerchief to dab away her tears before they fall through mascara. “Mingi, I officially welcome you into the messy integration that is our family.” Mingi chuckles and nods in response.

The mic is passed to Yunho. “Mingi, you have grown into an immaculate young man who is decorated with accomplishments and people who love you. I’m really proud of you, and I wish you two the best of luck. Y/N, I have watched you become each other’s yin and yang. You may be a bit of a handful,” you roll your eyes and chuckle. “… But we love you so much, and we welcome you into our quote – end quote ‘messy integration that is our family.’” Yunho walks over to give you a kiss on the cheek, and bro hugs Mingi.

“Cheers!” After an emotional toast from Hongjoong and Seonghwa, it was time for the party to begin, and I mean both aspects of the term. Which explains why you are now seated in a chair in the middle of the dance floor. Mingi is standing across from you with a slightly evil glint in his eye.

Hope You Do by Chris Brown blares through the speakers in the venue. You immediately cover your warm cheeks with your hands to conceal the blush and warmth there, knowing what is to come. Mingi starts to remove his suit jacket… and Yeosang, Yunho, and surprisingly, Jongho remove their coats as well.

As the trio wines and grinds on the floor behind the Groom, Mingi moves closer towards you to go and remove your garter.

When he reaches you, he does not even take the time to bunch up your dress and goes straight into hunting for the garter. His big hands rub around the top of your knees to find it.

When he does, he drops his hands to the floor to give himself leverage. He proceeds to leave a speckled trail of kisses up your leg and bites right below the garter, causing you to yelp in surprise and the crowd to holler out.

Mingi drags the garter down your leg to your ankle and removes it from your foot. At this point, there is a tension between you two that begs and pleads to be relieved.

Mingi stands to his feet, grabbing your hands to guide you straight up off the chair. You two make eye contact, and you can see the tension. “Alright young bachelorettes, come out to the floor and catch you a bouquet!” The host says in the mic, and all the women move to the floor, ready to start drinking, the actual after-party, and the real fun.

When all participants are on the floor, you pretend to throw the bouquet to keep them on edge. After a few false turns, you finally throw, and Jae-hee sprints to the front to catch it effortlessly.

“Yeahhh bitches, I’m next to get married!!!” She jumps up and down as you laugh and the other ladies leave the floor.

The host announces that it is the fellas’ turn to come out on the floor. It was not as many males as females, but there was a good amount present. Mingi played the same card as you: pretending to throw the garter until he did.

In an ironic twist of events, Jongho caught it on the top of his head like a flower crown. When he patted his head to confirm he sort of caught it, he made eye contact with Jae-hee.

They both quickly look away with a bright pink flush on their cheeks, which causes you and Mingi to laugh together. He wraps his arms across your shoulder blades and squeezes your shoulder. You look at him questioningly, and he nods to the door. You nod and grab his hand, running to the back door with your husband.

Seonghwa will have your ass for running out and leaving him and Hongjoong to clean up your mess, but that is a tomorrow problem, and you have more… pressing matters to deal with.

Mingi is flying down the street with you in the back seat to compensate room for your dress. As he tries to get to your home without getting a ticket, you untie his tie and proceed to rub down his chest, slow and meticulously popping one button after another.

Before you could decorate his neck in pretty little hickeys and love bites, the car jerks to a stop, and he power strides to your door and opens it. He grabs you in his arms bridal style out of the vehicle.

You were surprised at how easy he made that look, especially with all of the extra fluff on your dress. He carries you into the threshold with ease, kissing you as if his life depends on it.

When Mingi blindly finds your room, he puts you down on your feet, spins you around, and begins to unzip your dress. He kisses under your ear and down your neck as your dress pools around your feet. He breaks away to rest his forehead on yours.

“As much I would love to pound you into the mattress right now, I would like for our first time as a married couple to be gentle,” he breathes out. You nod your head, and he slowly turns you around to unclip the black strapless bra, allowing your breasts to drop.

He returns his mouth back to your neck and softly twists your nipple between his fingers, eliciting tingles to run all over your body. As good as the feeling was, you remove Mingi’s hand and spin around to face your husband. You walk backward until the back of your legs hit the mattress and lean back.

MIngi crawls on top of you and slowly kisses you. You can feel the passion and love through it, causing you to shiver. Mingi, once again, pulls away from you to drag your black lace panties down your legs. He throws them across the room and stands from the bed, peeling away the dress shirt you opened in the car.

The shirt drops to the floor, and he begins to unbuckle his belt, dropping it to the floor. The pants come next, along with the boxer briefs, and they pooled around his ankles. You bite your finger and lick your lips with lust-darkened eyes as you are being blessed with this private show.

Mingi returns to your V of your legs and brings your ankle to his mouth, leaving delicate kisses down the inner side of your leg until he reaches the inner thigh, where he leaves a bite – causing you to giggle and squirm a bit.

He lifts himself to where his penis grazes your labia. He rubs the tip along your slit and teases the tip inside of your core. “You ready, baby?” He sticks the reddened tip inside, just to pull it back out, and repeats this a couple times until you are a whining and moaning little mess. He finally pushes his dick past the tip and slowly moves into you, allowing you to feel every vein and ridge of his cock.

You moan in relief and very, very, VERY slight pain due to his girth, and Mingi doesn’t stop until he is at the hilt, meeting you pelvis to pelvis. He doesn’t move for a second, trying to collect himself before he busts in you from the tightness of your honey pot. You shiver as he pants in your neck, leaving goosebumps wherever his warm minty breath hits.

You grind your hips around, signaling that you have adjusted to his size, and he moans out at the action. He begins to pump inside very slowly in and out of you, with his brows scrunched and his bottom lip being bitten.

You hear the squelching noises from his slow pace. When you started getting louder, Mingi moves a bit faster, seeing that you are slowly reaching your orgasm, and frankly, so is he. “Baby, I love you so much,” he mutters like a mantra as he helps you both reach new heights.

You two have made love before, but never to this extent. After every mutter, your heart from knowing that this is the man you will spend the rest of your life with. You place your hand on the back of Mingi’s neck to kiss him, but before your lips could make contact, Mingi stops.

He licks the base of his thumb and places a firm pressure on your clitoris, and then kisses you, his tongue swirling around your own. You two are seeing specks of light under your eyelids from cumming so hard. It may not have been anything degrading, rough or intense in that sense. Still, it was absolutely beautiful joining souls with your lover.

~The Next Morning~

You wake up feeling floaty, like you are lying on a cloud. Your husband is asleep with his arm draped around your waist. As you face Mingi, his features are soft, and it looks like he is in bliss. You place your hand on his cheek and caress the apple.

When you are done admiring your husband, you carefully move his arm to his side to make breakfast. You are successful in not waking Mingi and hop out of bed, still naked from last night’s escapades. “Wow, it feels nice to say that,” you think as you grab your husband’s dress shirt and run to the bathroom to clean Mingi’s cum that has dripped down your leg.

~A few minutes later~

You are now in the kitchen, whipping up some waffle batter. The table is decorated with a nicely plated array of bacon and a bowl of freshly washed and cut fruit. You finish plugging in the waffle iron when your husband wraps his arms around your shoulders and spins you around.

He quickly lifts you on the counter. “Good morning, Mrs. Song.” He says huskily from his morning voice. You try to reply with a greeting, but Mingi catches the words in your mouth. Your lips are smashed together from Mingi’s fervency, and his long and slender fingers start to move down to your hole.

“Oh my goodness, babe. You’re so wet for me.” He teased. You moan out while he rubs your entrance, spreading your slick up and down. “You like this, don’t you?” He asks when he pushes a finger in, causing you to scream in response. “Those weren’t proper words, but I’ll take it.” He responds while adding another finger in and drastically changing his pace. You cry out due to the incredible speed. Mingi looks up at you.

Your head is tilted back, tiny pants coming from your mouth, and hands grabbing the counter as if to ground yourself. Mingi lets a drop of spit fall from his mouth and adds another finger to add more lubrication and bring you closer to climax.

You start to squirm on the counter, which is now soaked in your fluids, and whimper softly. A telltale sign that you are almost there; you just need that one little push. Mingi kneels down to be face to face with your cunt, and he stares at your dripping core as if he was hypnotized by how well you are taking his digits.

A loud moan from you knocks him out of his trance, and he adds one more finger and starts to apply suction on your button. A blinding white light flashes behind your eyelids, and a fuzzy warmth roams all over your body.

You breathe heavily from your high, and Mingi slows his speed, allowing you to ride out your orgasm. He slowly removes his fingers, causing you to whimper from overstimulation, and brings them to your mouth.

You immediately open your mouth to welcome in the appendages and begin to suck them as if your life depends on it. The spit dribbles from your mouth down your chin and along Mingi’s forearm. He gently pulls at your jaw to open your mouth and spits in your mouth.

“Swallow.” He growls, and you do not think twice about disobeying him. He returns to kiss you, mixing your natural taste with your juices and his tongue.

He pulls away, and your fucked out state is adorable: your eyes are dilated from here to Hell, saliva glistening your chin, your cheeks are heavily flushed, and your ass is drenched with your cum.

“If this is what I wake to every morning, I’m not complaining.” Mingi chuckles. “You didn’t even get to have breakfast yet.” You laughed. He looks with an eyebrow raised… “Oh, you meant actual food?” You nod your head.

“As long as I have you, I don’t think I’ll need anything else.” He cheesily says. “Yeah, sure, that���s not what your body will be saying.” You retaliate as you jump off the counter, cringing when you hear your butt peel off the corner from your juices.

Mingi laughs, grabs some paper towels to clean that. When he’s done, he washes his hands and proceeds to help you cook so you two can build the stamina to christen the rest of your home together. Well, christen is not the right word… more like fuck like rabbits until the morning light returns.

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AUSTIN BUTLER!ELVIS/ELVIS PRESLEY

My Shooting Star | a!elvis x reader | ♢☆

You say goodbye to Elvis for good, but neither of you want to let go.

All I Wanted Was You | 50s a!elvis x reader | ♥︎♢

You’re touring the southern states as a singer for Jamboree Attractions. What you never expected was to fall in love, especially not with a man like Elvis Presley. He was sweet, sexy, and everything you could never have. Loving a man like that promised one thing: heartbreak. Even so, that doesn’t stop you from wanting him.

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Take Me Away Chapter 9:

A/N: Hi guys, girls, and non-binary pearls! Here’s the second chapter of Take Me Away for the week! I hope you love it as much as I do.

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TW: Death, dogs, cameras, fame and its consequences

“Y/N!” JiU sobs as a few men dig your grave. “What happened to them?”

“Died in the night. It must’ve been terribly cold in that jail.” One says.

“What a shame. They were nice too.” Another shrugs before continuing to dig.

JiU falls to her knees as they place your coffin into the ground.

“I wish we had more time. Why can’t we have more time?!?!”

~

Like vines, my body is restricted by its mortal limitations

Death feels like a friend at this point

Should I be happy or sad that I get to go again?

‘Cause all I want to do is get off this merry-go-round.

~

You manage to pull yourself out of bed as you unclasp the garnet necklace from your neck. Your mind is filled with thoughts about JiU, along with the mysterious voice.

JiU… I already miss her touch and personality so much. Why did we have such a short time together?

And you know what? I don’t get what’s up with that weird voice. They’ve been acting strange for a while. It probably isn’t something that I should be concerned about, but I can’t help but worry about the voice. Are they truly what they say, or do they have other motives?

You rub your face before setting the garnet back into the wooden box.

I can’t think before caffeine. I need something to wake me up.

Cherry nuzzles into your side, and you scratch behind her ears before getting up. You grab some new clothes to change into as Pie stirs.

You’re able to finish changing before both dogs are up, so you open your garden door before locking and exiting the door that leads to the rest of the house.

~

With your cup of pure caffeine, you scan the large movie collection that you’ve gathered over the years.

Beetlejuice, The Shining, Guardians of the Galaxy… which one should I go for?

You don’t hesitate to grab an armful of them as you walk over to the huge flatscreen TV in your living room.

Why watch one… when I can watch them all?

~

You yawn as the ending credits play for the last movie in the pile that you grabbed. You stopped the movies three or four times to grab food, but the sun was still up.

This time, the moon reigned in the sky as you looked outside.

Already? I feel like I just came out of a dream. Do I need to go back to another one?

You sigh as you gather various dishes to put in the kitchen.

I do what I must, and this feels like an “I must” thing.

~

You yawn again as you make your way to the door that leads to your bedroom. You’re barely able to open the door before another yawn overtakes you.

I better get ready for bed quickly; otherwise, I won’t make it there in time!

You rush your bedtime routine as you try to decide what stone to grab.

Lapis lazuli, rose quartz, and sapphire are left. Which one should I go for next?

You mull over your choices as you climb into bed.

Rose quartz reminds me of the ocean, sapphires make me think of the elite in the world, and I’m not quite sure about lapis lazuli. How about I save that stone for last? I’ll do rose quartz before that, which means that tonight’s stone of choice is sapphire.

You snatch the stone from the box as your eyes drop.

I’m too sleepy to care where I go… as long as love is my guide, then I’ll be okay.

~

You wake up in a room that is oddly similar to yours at home. The same luxuries of a large room, a comfortable bed, and lots of furniture greets your eyes.

What the…?

You’re a 1960s movie star, Y/N. You’re casted for a major film that could break box office records for years to come. No pressure, by the way.

Thanks. I can really feel the support.

You’re absolutely welcome.

Wait, can I ask you a question?

You already did, but shoot.

Okay, sarcasm is your mood today. Why do you care for me so much?

Because I have to.

Liar. Any reasonable person would’ve given up by seeing me die and suffer so many times.

…I have no words to refute your claims.

So, why do you care for someone that you’ve never met?

We haven’t met… yet.

Wait, what’s that supposed to mean? Why do you lack so much context?

You’ll find out soon.

God, I hate how discreet you are. Fine, keep your secrets. I’ll find them soon enough.

For your sake, I hope you find out about me before I have to tell you.

WHAT?

The voice abandons you as a million questions fill your head.

What was that? ‘You’ll find out soon.’ ‘For your sake, I hope you find out about me before I have to tell you.’ Can that voice tell me anything else? I’m more scared of what’s to come. What if I’m not safe? What if-

A sharp knock on a nearby door draws you out of your thoughts.

“It’s your agent, Y/N. You have to be on set in an hour, and the paparazzi are dying to get a picture of the rising movie star of their time.” The voice is sharp yet strict.

“Of course. I’ll be out in ten!” You call back.

“Good. We don’t have much time.” Footsteps trail away from your door as you begin to prepare yourself for the day.

How am I supposed to do this? I’m used to living a comfortable life, but in front of other people? That’s scary.

Breathe, and be yourself. They’ll love and adore you like I do.

The voice’s compliment causes you to pause.

…Did I say that aloud?

Do you want to take it back?

Do you want me to take it back?

Well played, you trickster.

I… I did mean what I said. You are quite charming on your own, whether or not you realize it.

You blush slightly as you pull your top over your head.

I’m sure that you’re amazing no matter what.

I’m flattered that you think that.

You shouldn’t be because I should’ve told you that a lot sooner. You’re bright, funny, and way kinder than most people. You’ve saved me in so many situations, and I couldn’t be more thankful for you.

I.. don’t know what to say. It’s been so long since someone has talked to me, let alone compliment me.

I’ll work on doing both a bit more often, then.

Save it for later, Y/N. You have a girl to meet.

I suppose I do.

You go to leave until you realize that you don’t have the sapphire in your hand anymore.

Wait, where did it go?

You look around in confusion as your hand slips into your pocket. Something metal greets your fingertips, so you bring it out into the light.

A sapphire brooch? That’s new.

You place the brooch back into your pocket before leaving the room.

~

The bright flashes of camera lights along with the shouting of multiple reporters is enough to drive you mad as you leave your house.

“Y/N, how does it feel to land such a major role?’

“How was the audition process?”

“How does it feel to land a role with such a great lead actress by your side?”

Lead actress? What do they mean by that?

You’re about to approach the reporter, but your agent shoves you into the limousine.

“No time to talk, Y/N. We have to get to set in time for you to meet the other members of the cast.”

~

You arrive at the set just ten minutes before you’re supposed to be there. Your agent gives you a briefing of everything that you’re supposed to do, but you’re in awe of the world around you.

Is this really what it feels like to be famous? I guess I wouldn’t mind living life like this… besides the cameras and reporters. They can just go away.

You exit the limo with your agent right on your tail as you’re directed to your own movie trailer.

I get my own trailer? This is awesome!

You have a lot of work to do with memorizing lines.

You’ll help me, right?

Of course. What kind of helpful voice would I be if I didn’t feed you lines?

Now you get it!

You smile as you drop your stuff off at your trailer. You place the brooch on your mirror that’s decorated with orbs of light.

It’s for good luck.

A knock on your door causes your agent to jump.

“I’ll get it!” They open the door, only to reveal a tall, blonde woman who’s wearing a crop top with blue jeans.

Her nails are perfectly trimmed, and her eyes are hidden by dark sunglasses until she places them on her head.

“Like what you see?” She winks before laughing. “I’m joking; I know I’m hot.”

Yeah, you most certainly are.

“I’d certainly say so.” You glance over to her.

“A charmer, huh? I like you already. I think you and I will be great partners.” She sticks out her hand, and you shake it in response.

“Y/N L/N.”

“Lovely to meet you, Y/N. I’m Yoohyeon, and I’m thrilled to be playing your love interest in this movie!”

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You will always be my endlesslove (Caspian x fem!reader)

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Paring: Prince Caspian x fem!reader

Universe: The Chronicles of Narnia

Word Count: 1857

Warnings: mention about the possibility of death on the sea and women's rights typical for middle age (or poor try to show it.) 

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Summary: The one where Caspian need to do one more thing before his next journey. 

Y/N sat in the garden with a few ladies from court, mindlessly watching how they played cards. Long forgotten knitting was on her laps, but she couldn’t concentrate on it. The only things in her mind were Caspian and his future voyage on the Dawn Treader. She was worried about him. She perfectly knew that sailoring wasn’t the safest, even if he had the best men in his crew. She sighed quietly and closed her eyes, turning face to the sun. She didn’t know how long she sat like that, thinking about the young king, when she heard footsteps on the gravel path behind her. Then she heard her best friend gasping and quickly getting up from her chair. Y/N and the rest of the ladies looked at the way from where their guest came. At the sight of the king of Narnia, they also stood up and bowed deeply before him. 

“Your Majesty!” The oldest duchess in their group stood up first, welcoming the king with a warm smile. After many talks with her, Y/N knew that Caspian remained her late son, which she lost in one of the Telmaries wars. 

“Good morning, ladies! I see that you’re using that nice weather.” He smiled at her, and then his eyes moved over each woman there, stopping a little longer at Y/N. 

“Yes, my king. It’s good for these girls to take some sun and fresh air. Maybe you could join us?”

“Indeed, it’s good for all of us, dear duchess. Actually, I was wondering if I could steal Lady Y/N from you for a moment.” 

“Of course, your majesty.” 

Y/N looked at Caspian’s face and found that his lips formed at this beautiful smile that made her heart beat a little faster. She nodded slightly and put her knitting in her chair. Caspian said his goodbyes to the rest of the ladies, and when Y/N reached him, they started walking down the path. She already could tell how tensed his arms were under his jacket.

“My king… Caspian, is everything alright?” She carefully watched his face, wanting to see any emotion.

“Yes, I just… Carpenters ended up repairing the Dawn Treader, and I hoped that you could go with me to see it.” He looked at Y/N and hid his hands behind his backs. 

“I’ll be honoured.” 

When she smiled at him, Caspian felt like he could breathe again. He held his arm out towards her, and she took it with a shy smile. They slowly went to the carriage, which took them to the seaport. All the way there, they talked about everything that happened lately in Narnia and about his upcoming journey. When they reached their destination, Caspian helped her come out from the carriage. He looked at her face when she squeezed his hand slightly and smiled fondly. She already looked at The Dawn Treader and became speechless. Her lips fell open, and her eyes widened. It was Caspian’s soft laugh that brought her to reality. She looked at him, realizing that she still held his hand tightly, which made her feel heat on her face.

“Caspian… This ship looks wonderful!” He smiled and placed a soft kiss on the back of her hand before he put it delicately on his arm. 

“Wait until you see how it looks inside.” 

Looking around, they came to the gangplank of the ship. Carefully, Caspian helped Y/N come to the desk, where his crew welcomed them. With a bright smile, Y/N watched how Caspian stopped to speak with every man on the ship. She knew that most of them served on The Dawn Treader from Caspian’s first cruise. She was sure that it made their relationship something more than the king and his subjects. Things they experienced together at sea connected them with a strong bond that only they could understand. After standing there for some time, Y/N felt her body shivered at the feel of the cold breeze. She hugged herself, rubbing her arms to warm up. She cursed herself that she didn’t take her shawl. At this moment, Caspian looked at her and smiled softly. He excused himself and came closer, delicately putting a hand on the small of her backs. When her eyes moved at his face and her lips curved into a tender smile, Caspian couldn’t stop looking at them. He courted her for a few months already, and he couldn’t wait to spend the rest of his life with her. The sight of her soft lips made him want to kiss her until they ran out of breath. They already shared a few kisses when they knew that nobody would see them. They were shy and insecure, but he knew that it became his favourite thing to do. He wanted to hold her in his arms for the rest of the time and lost himself in her. 

“Y/N, there is something more that I wanted to show you.” 

“So, lead the way, my king.” 

With smiles, they walked to the king’s cabin. He opened doors before her and watched her face when she looked at paintings on The Kings and Queens of Old. She stood before the gold image of Aslan and touched it lightly. He watched how she slouched gently, and when he looked at her eyes, he discovered that they were full of tears. He rushed to her side, taking her hand in his. 

“Y/N, my love, what’s wrong?” Caspian said quietly, gently rubbing the back of her hand.  

“I’m… I’m just so worried about you. What if something will go wrong on your voyage? What if? What if you won’t come back to me?” She whispered, looking at Caspian. “You’re so dear to my heart, and I can’t lose you.” 

“And you won’t lose me, my love. I’ll do everything in my power to come back to you. And every day, I will be begging Aslan to help me with my task and let me come back to you safe and as soon as possible. You own my heart, Y/N, and I promise you to come back.”

Caspian gently wiped tears from her cheeks and softly smiled when she threw herself in his arms. He kissed the top of her head and started caressing her back and moving to his sides. He waited for her to calm down, taking this time to inhale her sweet smell. He smiled at her when she stepped back but still stayed between his arms. 

“I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have reacted like this.” 

“There is nothing that you need apologies for, my love! You have all rights to react like this. Sailing is not always safe, and I’m leaving when we are courting. But I will come back.”  

Y/N rose on her toes and connected their lips. To steady herself, she put her hand on his strong arm and tightened her grip slightly when he pulled her closer to him. 

“Y/N… I wanted you to come here with me because I wanted to ask you something.” Caspian whispered in her lips, slowly taking one of his hands off her body and snacking it to his jacket pocket. She watched his face closely, and Caspian felt his cheeks becoming red. “In the morning, I had prepared a speech, but I can’t remember what I wanted to tell you.  I know one thing for sure. I can’t imagine my life without you by my side. I want to spend the rest of this life with you, to love you and cherish you to my last breath.” Caspian felt his heart pounding in his chest, but he smiled, seeing Y/N’s eyes full of love. “I want you to become my queen, who will rule next to me.  I want to be the person who will make you laugh every day. I promise to be for you in everything and to do everything to make you happy. And I promise to always come back to you from every journey. For these few months, you became my haven, where I’m longing to be. You are the one I think about before I fall asleep, and later I meet you in my dreams.” His throat tightened from emotion, watching tears running on her cheeks, but because of her bright smile, he knew that she was happy. “Y/N, would you do me the honour of becoming my wife? Will you marry me?” 

“Yes! A thousand times, yes!” She said between her happy laughs. Feeling like he could breathe again, Caspian grinned and kissed her passionately. She took his face in her hands, gently caressing his cheeks. “What about my father, Caspian?”

“I already talked with him. He agreed, but only if you would say yes. And we decided that everything from your dowry will always be only yours or our kids if you will decide to give it to them.” He smiled at her, seeing her eyes went bigger. “I’m not planning to marry you for money or lands. I’m marrying you because of you and the love I feel.” 

“Thank you, Cas.” She whispered, kissing his lips again and then looking in his eyes.

“My dear, don’t thank me for that. I bought a ring for you. But if you don’t like it, we can choose something different.” Caspian opened his hand and showed her gold ring with sapphire. She gasped and looked at her betrothed. 

“It’s beautiful!” 

Caspian gently took his hand and lifted it to his lips to put a kiss on its back. He slowly put a ring on her finger and kissed it. She laughed happily, wiping her tears with her other hand. When he looked in her eyes, she delicately put her hand on his cheek and rubbed it lovingly. She attracted him and connected their lips. He held her hips, bringing her closer to him and then lifting her from the ground, making her squeak in his lips. However, she didn’t end the kiss. She snuck her arms around his nape, feeling how her heart pounded in her chest. The only thing she could think was the warm of his body against her and how safe it made her feel. His lips were surprisingly soft against hers, and they found perfect synchrony. Caspian felt like he was holding his whole world in his arms, and his head could get dizzy because of that.  He could only focus on the softness of her skin under his fingers, her subtle lavender scent and this soft whimper when he bit her lower lip gently. When they broke the kiss to take a breath, none of them could open their eyes for a few moments, drunk off the feeling of the other person. 

“Cas…” she whispered, playing gently with his hair at the nape of his neck.

“Yes, my love?” 

“I can’t wait to spend eternity with you.” 

He just smiled, looking at her bright eyes and lowered his head to kiss her again. And in the loneliness of his cabin, they thought about the future ahead of them. 

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Author’s note: 

Thank you for reading! Please, let me know what are you thinking about this one! Your comment means a world for me and motivates me to work! Also, taglist is open! If you want to be added just let me know!

I am sorry about every grammar mistake and misspellings. English is not my first language.

Klaudia  💜

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