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Rule Breaker - Pt 8

pairing:max Verstappen x single mom!reader x logan sargeant {masterlist}{prev} {next} warnings: cursing, minimally proofread, smut (minors DNI) Summary: you can start a family who will always show you love, you don't have to be sorry for doing it on your own word count: 7.5k auth.note: smut gods have returned to me all hail spotify: i made a playlist taglist: to be added to this or my other taglists, use this form

"Ahh." The sigh was accompanied by a happy grin as he leaned back, his eyes closed against the sun.

Y/n snorted on a laugh. "Living the life, huh, doodle bug?" she teased, watching him tuck his arms behind his head.

"Uh huh." Kevin wrinkled his nose when she reached to rub more sunscreen on his face. "When Mister Logan gets here can we go in the water?"

"Of course, you know he promised to take you in." She personally didn't venture far past where the waves broke. At least Kevin was content to play in the sand until Logan came down, which should be soon.

"He's not afraid of the water," Kevin said, sitting up so she could apply sunscreen to his ears and neck.

"Nope, he's not," she murmured, squeezing the cream onto his hand so he could rub it into his arms. "Mama's not afraid, either. I'm just afraid of what's in the water."

Kevin giggled, flopping back on the blanket like a starfish. "Just fishes, mama!"

"Ugh, and jellyfish and seaweed and crabs and—" She shuddered dramatically, smoothing his sun shirt and helping herself to a drink from the cooler before settling back in her beach chair, content to sit under the umbrella and watch the waves.

They'd arrived in North Carolina late the night before. Kevin had invited Logan to the family beach trip and she'd been surprised when he'd said he would love to go, having assumed he wanted to spend the summer break with his own family. And then she'd worried that it was too soon to introduce him to her parents, that it was pushing things into the serious category. And then—

"Jesus christ, y/n, take the boy and have fun."

Ellie's words rang in her mind and she gave her head a little shake. She didn't know why she'd worried. Her family seemed to like him. Her dad and uncle had invited him to go fishing with them after talking to him for five minutes, and they'd taken him down to their favorite shop to get him the gear.

She wondered what they'd say when they found out she was also dating the grote maat Mister Max that Kevin kept talking about.

"Y/n!"

Turning, she saw her mom coming along the boardwalk from the cottage. She half stood, then groaned when she noticed the phone she was carrying. "I'm on vacation," she whined even though her mom couldn't hear her. Next to her, Kevin giggled.

"Might be Aunt Ellie?" he asked, staying on the blanket as she snorted and crossed the sand to meet her mom at the bottom of the steps down the dune.

"Someone named Max keeps calling you," her mom said, handing over the phone.

Frowning, she took the phone and squinted at it in the sunlight. "I should call him back—"

"Go on, I'll sit with Kevin. Your dad just texted me, they're on the way back now." Her mom patted her shoulder and headed across the sand.

Worried that something might be wrong, she jogged up the steps and to the cottage, breathing a sigh as soon as she was inside and could see the screen properly. Seven missed calls, two voicemails. Her heart thudded as she saw his most recent text – Call me please – and she did so immediately, pacing on the screened in porch of the second level.

"What's wrong?" she blurted as soon as the call connected.

Max let out a breath. "Wrong?"

"You've called me seven times."

"Yes. I need directions."

She held her breath and pressed her lips together. It had only been two days and it was so nice to hear his voice, but she couldn't focus on that right now. "Directions."

"Well, an address would be better."

"Do I look like Google maps?" she huffed.

Max laughed. "Didn't you listen to my voicemails or read the texts?"

Muttering a curse, she pulled the phone from her ear and went to her texts.

I need to meet with Logan and don't have his number.

I'm in the States, coming your way. It's important. Call me?

Y/n, where's the beach place? All I know is OBX and I need an address.

"You're coming here?!" she yelped, pressing the phone to her ear again.

"Yes…"

"What's going on? Why do you need to talk to Logan?" she asked.

"I'll explain everything when I get there."

"Is it bad?" She couldn't help but worry.

"No, I promise it's not bad. It's about next year."

Her heart dropped at the thought of next year, because she knew Logan didn't have a seat. But Max said it wasn't bad? Her heart lifted, lodging in her throat. "Do you know something?"

He groaned. "I just landed in… Currituck?"

"Oh my god," she gasped. "You're really here?"

"I'm really here." And she could hear the gentle smile in his voice.

"I'll text you the address." She rubbed a hand over her face. "You scared the shit out of me."

"I'm sorry, schatje."

Just like that, he was forgiven. "I'll see you in a bit."

"Can't wait," he murmured.

Ending the call, she texted him the cottage's address, torn between giddiness and anxiety. Kevin would be so happy. She was so happy. Logan would be—

Logan.

Calling him, she waited for Max's acknowledgment of her text, unable to keep the smile from her face as the thumbs up emoji appeared.

"Hey babe, we're like two minutes away," Logan greeted. He sounded so relaxed and happy it made her heart want to sing.

"Clingy!" her uncle's voice rang out in the background.

Rolling her eyes, she couldn't help but laugh. "I just talked to Max."

"Yeah? He good?"

"Um… He's on his way here."

There was a beat of silence, though she could hear her father and uncle yapping in the background. "Wait, really?" Logan asked. "Why?"

"He said he has to meet with you. He—" She pulled the phone away to glance at the text from Max. "He'll be here in about forty-five minutes. All he said is it's about next year."

"Nothing's happened, has it?" he asked softly.

"He said it isn't bad," she promised, hearing his breath of relief.

"I— Shit, we're here, see you in a sec."

She laughed and ended the call, hearing the slamming of truck doors. After glancing out at the beach to see her mom and Kevin chasing the waves across the sand, she made her way to the back of the cottage and down to the ground level, squealing softly when Logan wrapped his arms around her and lifted her off the bottom step.

"You look so hot," he murmured before giving her a kiss.

"It's like ninety degrees out, of course—"

"You know what I mean," he groaned, kissing her again as he set her down on the cement.

"Gross," her dad muttered.

Wrinkling her nose, she ignored her father and smiled up at Logan. "Did you get your gear?"

"Yeah, I'll show you later? Gonna change and hit the water with Kev before Max shows up," he murmured. There was worry in his eyes, though, and she squeezed his hand before going back up the stairs and inside to the bedroom they shared, grabbing a hair tie to fix her messy bun. Logan reached around her to put his wallet on the dresser and she saw the hair tie around his wrist, where he'd put it the week before. Every time she saw it she felt the need to hug him and settled for patting his arm for now, smiling when he dropped a kiss to her shoulder.

"He promised it isn't bad," she reminded him as he pulled a pair of board shorts from his suitcase.

"I know, but…" He sighed.

"Babe," she murmured, waiting for him to look at her. "We're on vacation, remember? No stress."

"No stress," he agreed with a nod. "You coming down to the beach?"

She nodded, picking up her phone and setting a timer so she could be on the lookout for Max. "Can't miss Kev's first dip of the summer."

"Your dad pointed out a miniature golf place on the way back," he said as they headed out. "I was thinking we could go one day while we're here? Seems like something Kev would enjoy."

"He'd love that. And maybe hit one of the go-kart tracks?"

Logan's face lit. "They've got karting?"

"Calm down, it's regular people karting," she laughed.

Thanking the driver again, Max shouldered his backpack and glanced warily at the house, trying to decipher where the entrance was. It was built on stilts, two trucks parked beneath the house, two SUVs parked to the side. About to pull out his phone to call y/n, he heard a door slam and looked up, smiling at the sight of her in a bikini leaning over the railing of the porch above.

"You really flew here to see Logan?" she called down and he had to laugh.

Because it sounded so ridiculous, him flying all the way to America to talk to Logan. A conversation that could easily have been done over the phone. Or FaceTime. And yet…

He'd wanted to see them. All three of them.

She was walking to the end of the porch and he finally saw the stairs going up. Even though he was exhausted from the flight and the wait for the second flight and the drive down to her family's vacation home he moved quickly, surprised at how happy he was to see her again even though it had only been a few days.

"Hey," she murmured when they met at the halfway point of the stairs.

"Schatje," he sighed, dropping his suitcase as she wrapped her arms around him. Sunkissed skin was warm beneath his hands and he sighed, breathing in cocoa butter and watermelon. He wished the kiss could have lasted longer and relished every second of it, still awed at each physical touch from her after so many weeks of stolen hugs and lingering kisses.

"Logan's in the water with Kevin," she told him as she led him upstairs and into the house. "You can change in our room – you can't go on the beach in jeans."

He scoffed at that, following her down the hallway and into a bedroom while she told him the cottage had six bedrooms, four bathrooms, a ground level apartment that they only used for storage and laundry, and the upper level was where the living, dining, and kitchen were, along with another bedroom suite and a sun deck.

"Your family owns it?" he asked, setting his backpack down as he glanced around, seeing evidence that she and Logan had spent time in the room. Seeing her nod, he looked around again. "It's quite expensive, isn't it?"

"I don't know the details, my grandparents bought it back in the 1980s… My mom said a few years ago it was assessed at around two million. Why?"

"I didn't know you were rich," he teased.

Her jaw dropped. "We're not!"

"It's not a bad thing, schatje."

"I'm not rich. Neither are my parents. They both work, and they rent this out year-round to pay the taxes and the upkeep and…" She narrowed her eyes and huffed out a breath. "I'm not gonna defend my family against a man who owns his own jet."

Laughing, he reached to unbuckle his belt, hesitating only briefly.

She cleared her throat. "Come on upstairs and I'll introduce you once you've changed? Then we can hit the beach?"

He nodded, waiting until she'd left and closed the door before taking off his jeans. They hadn't been intimate, yet, and he had decided he wasn't going to ask her about it or even mention it. Their relationship was far from traditional, far from anything he'd ever experienced. They'd agreed to keep things as private and almost secretive as possible because he was still worried she could lose her job, and though he wanted to be open about it, to casually mention on a stream or in a conversation – can't make it, going to dinner with y/n – he found he didn't mind holding it close. The only people that knew were Logan, y/n, and himself. And Kevin, because even before he'd admitted to himself that he wanted to be more than just friends with her the boy had pointedly said—

"You like mama."

If only Kevin knew the half of it.

After changing he made his way upstairs, hearing y/n's voice along with others. The stairwell led into a large open living area and he paused, enjoying the familial scene of y/n stirring something in a pot while a woman who looked like a slightly older version of her sat on a stool at the counter, writing something down. Another woman was sitting next to her, pointing out things in a grocery store sales paper.

The top stair creaked, and all three women turned to look at Max.

"Oh hello," the woman writing gave him a warm smile as she set the pen down and slid off the stool. "You must be Max."

"Yeah, that's me," he greeted, glancing at y/n.

Y/n put the lid on the pot and walked over and made the introductions. Max couldn't help but notice she'd put an oversized shirt on over her bikini and so he kept his expression neutral, understanding without her telling him that her family was unaware they were more than just friends.

"We're so happy to have you, Kevin won't shut up about you," y/n's mother said with a grin. "Y/n said you came all this way to talk to Logan?"

"Yes… I won't intrude for long," he began.

"Oh no honey you're not intruding at all. You'll have to stay a few days." She patted his shoulder. "We've got plenty of room."

Max got the feeling that if he tried to decline he'd be ignored so he merely smiled and nodded, thanking her even though she was already walking away, telling y/n's aunt that they would go to the store after she made the bed for him. Glancing to y/n, he rolled his eyes when she merely shrugged.

"Better get you to the beach before she has you staying here the whole summer break," she muttered, leading him through the living area to the open sliding glass door that led out onto a sunny deck. "Mom, we're going to the beach so he can see Logan and Kevin."

"Alright – send me a text if there's anything he can't or won't eat," her mother called after them. "We're gonna get some groceries."

"I'll introduce you to my dad and uncle later, they went down to the pier," y/n assured him, closing the door.

Glancing in the direction she pointed, Max could just make out the pier and nodded, following her down another set of stairs and past an outdoor shower. She pointed out the covered porch on the lower level, mentioning a hot tub then led him along the boardwalk over the dune.

"It's not St. Tropez or the Bahamas," she said as they stood at the top of the steps, both watching Logan lift Kevin above the cresting waves at the shoreline. "But it's…"

Max nodded, lightly brushing her fingers with his. "It's special to you, isn't it?"

"Yeah," she said softly. "It is."

"Then it's beautiful," he said, watching a small wave crash over Kevin, smiling when he heard the boy's delighted squeals.

"Oh, Max," she sighed. He barely caught it before the wind took it away, but he knew he would hold onto the glimmer in her eye for the rest of his life.

"Mister Max!" Kevin shrieked.

He was dripping wet and half covered in sand by the time Max got to him but he scooped him up regardless, grinning as the boy hugged his neck tightly. "I missed you too, kleine maat," he promised. "You're having fun, hm?"

Kevin nodded vigorously, water spraying from his curly hair. "We took the plane and Mister Logan got us ice cream and Mama slept while Mister Logan drived us! And Nana cooked us hot dogs at midnight! And I'm goin' fishin' with Papa and Uncle Mike and Mister Logan!"

"I can't wait to see how many fish you catch." Max hugged him back, nodding when Kevin asked if they could build a sandcastle one day.

"I gotta pee," Kevin announced.

"I told him to go in the water," Logan said with a chuckle, shaking water from his hair.

"Ew." Kevin sounded disgusted and Max grinned, handing him over to his mother.

"C'mon, let's get to the bathroom," she sighed, settling him on her hip before sharing a look with Logan and Max.

"We'll get the stuff, babe," Logan promised.

Max watched her walk back towards the cottage, waiting until they disappeared from his view before turning to Logan. The smile had faded from his face and he sighed. "It's not bad, mate."

"You flew halfway around the world without warning, Max, what am I supposed to think?" Logan sighed harshly. "Did you hear something? I already know Carlos has my spot—"

"It's not about him," he assured, walking with him to the beach chairs and umbrella, wordlessly helping him shake the sand from the towels and stuff them into the bag. "It's Checo."

Logan jerked his head up, brow furrowing as he grabbed the shirt from the back of one of the chairs. "Checo?"

"You can't tell—"

The other man nodded. "A soul, I know."

"His contract renewal is being canceled. It might already be, I haven't checked in with Christian since I landed." He'd been too focused on getting here. On seeing them. Max watched him pull the shirt over his head, smiling faintly at the Red Bull emblem now over his chest.

"Really? I thought…" Logan combed his fingers through his hair.

Shrugging, he watched droplets of seawater trickle down Logan's neck and unconsciously licked his lips. "His performance is lacking. Resting on his laurels, Christian said."

"So who's gonna replace him?" Logan reached to lower the umbrella and Max belatedly pulled a chair over to fold it.

"I don't know. They're thinking Daniel. It's not a hundred percent guaranteed."

"You came out all this way just to tell me this?" Logan looked confused.

"No, I came to tell you that—" Max finally got the chair folded and let it drop onto the sand. "I know Daniel will take the seat. It might not be fully decided, but Christian wants him, I want him, and I know he'll gladly come back to the team."

Logan nodded, adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. "I'm happy for him. He was great in Red Bull."

"Yeah—"

"What's this gotta do with me?"

And Max knew it had to happen. That he had to do everything in his power, short of threatening to tear up his own contract, to make what he was about to say come true. "I talked to Christian last night. He's got a good relationship with Laurent, and… Well, I told him you deserve Daniel's spot."

The umbrella fell over. "You what?"

"I told him—"

"Do you really think that?" Logan asked softly.

Max rubbed the back of his neck, finally nodding. "Well, yeah. You just need a good team, mate."

Logan smiled. Above the sound of the wind and the waves Max heard his breath stutter and swallowed hard. "I really appreciate it, Max. I don't know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything," he assured him. "I'll message Christian, tell him you're interested. That's all I can do."

"That's more than most people would do for me." Smiling, Logan reached out and Max was being hugged. He faltered at first, not expecting the touch, but quickly recovered, returning the embrace. Logan chuckled, apologizing for being wet.

Max shook his head, finding he didn't mind that the hug lasted longer than it really should have. "It's fine."

"Are you staying?" The question came as they walked back to the cottage.

"Her mum didn't even ask, she just told me I have to stay a few days." Max opened his mouth to apologize for barging in on their time together, but Logan's next words stopped him.

"That's good, mate, we love having you around."

He mulled that over while he followed Logan to the ground level apartment, glancing around at the accumulation of years of family beach time. Floaties, chairs, umbrellas, beach toys. Bins were labeled and stacked in an attempt at organization but it was a bit messy, like a family should be. Handing over the towels when Logan led him into the laundry room, he cleared his throat. "Do you?"

"Huh?"

"Love having me around," he mumbled.

"Well, yeah." Logan gave him a grin, tossing the towels into the washer and peeling off his shirt. "It's like… I don't know, probably sounds weird."

"We're both dating the same woman, mate, can't get weirder than that."

Logan's laugh made the chill, damp room seem warm and bright. "True. But it's like… It feels complete when you're with us. You know what I mean?"

He did but he couldn't bring himself to say it.

"I love being with her. And Kev. They…" Logan paused, pulling a clean towel from the basket on top of the dryer. "They mean the world to me."

Max nodded. He knew that feeling very well. "Then—"

"And you just…" He shrugged, and Max looked away when he reached to take off his wet shorts. "You balance us out, you know?"

"I know," he whispered, waiting until he heard the lid of the washer clang shut before looking back at him, wondering why he was almost disappointed to see the towel wrapped around his hips. "I know what you mean, mate."

"It's weird, huh?"

"Yeah," he murmured. "But I kind of like it."

The words echoed back to him in Logan's voice and his breath caught as their eyes met. Logan looked surprised too and they both stared at one another. Max knew he should say something – anything – but he couldn't think of a thing to say. At least, nothing that would change the subject.

"I need you to get that seat next season. For you. For y/n. For Kevin. For us."

"Us," Logan repeated.

Was this how she felt when Logan looked into her eyes? Breathless and a little shaky and body thrumming with anticipation? Or was she used to it now? Did Logan feel it, too? Or had he gone completely insane in the past three months? He nodded. "Us. Th-the four of us. Or the two of us – I mean. Fuck, I know what I mean. You're not stupid, you know what I mean too."

"I know." Barely a whisper. "I just didn't know you felt it, too."

Too. "How long?" he asked softly.

Logan swallowed. "I dunno. Since you started talking to me more. Maybe Montreal, when I could tell you didn't care I wanted to hang out with you and Kev."

He wanted to ask why he hadn't said anything. But he already knew because he hadn't said anything for the same reasons. Logan was bad at talking about his feelings, and Max wasn't much better. Especially feelings like this, that he knew would be ridiculed by some people around them. "It's not… Weird?"

A smile that crinkled his eyes and Max barely heard the words. "Yeah, but I kind of like it."

Her family liked Max. She'd known they would, known his wit and laidback attitude would charm them, not to mention the way he doted on Kevin. Her mother did give her a look when Kevin slipped and called Max Daddy again, but she was able to avoid that possibly awkward conversation by putting away groceries then taking Kevin to the beach to build a sandcastle with Max, then putting him down for a nap and taking a shower and then it was time to start dinner and she slipped away to enjoy a couple drinks up on the sun deck with guys. Her dad talked about fishing and when he mentioned doing one of the deep-sea fishing tours Max voiced an interest. The next thing she knew she was trailing behind the four men back inside, bewildered as they crowded around her uncle's laptop to pull up the website and book a boat at the end of the week.

"As long as you don't mind me staying longer than a couple days," Max said.

"Naw, of course not." This from Uncle Mike. "You're a good kid."

She knew she was grinning like a fool, and it only widened when Max glanced up to smile at her.

"Yeah he's alright," Logan said, grinning and throwing an arm around Max's shoulders and squeezing.

Oh. She lifted an eyebrow at that and saw Max's cheeks turn pink before he ducked his head again, and decided that was another delayed conversation. Finishing her drink, she hummed softly as she carried the bottle to the sink to rinse it before tossing it into the recycling bin and checking the marinara sauce. "I'm gonna go check on Kev," she told her mom, who nodded.

As if summoned, Kevin came shuffling up the stairs, dragging his blanket and stuffed Snoopy along with him. His hair was a wild mess of curls and his cheeks were pink from being in the sun earlier, and when he saw that Max was still there he grinned, ignoring her completely in favor of Max and Logan. She felt her heart turn to mush as the two men spoke gently to him, asking about his nap and if he'd gone potty, was he hungry for dinner, all while Max fixed his blanket and Logan shifted him so he was tucked between them on the couch.

Her mom hummed softly, giving her a smile.

Her aunt was less reserved. "So nice of your boyfriend's boyfriend to join us," she said softly.

"Carol!" her mom squawked, slapping her with a dishtowel.

"Oh like you weren't thinking it," Carol huffed, rolling her eyes. "Mike, the salad."

"Yep, I'm coming – here, finish this reservation for us," Mike said, pushing the laptop to Max. "Use this card."

Y/n pretended not to notice that Max used his own card. Shooed from the kitchen, she joined him and Kevin on the couch when Logan insisted on helping fix the salad. "Deep-sea fishing, huh?"

"I'm not a fisher, but I think it'll be fun, yeah?" He left the laptop open on the confirmation screen, leaning to set it on the coffee table.

"What's dipsy fishing?" Kevin asked.

Max laughed softly, smoothing his unruly curls as he explained. When Kevin said he wanted to go, Max was gentle but firm that he wasn't quite big enough just yet.

When he promised to take him as soon as he was big enough, y/n knew nothing and no one in the world would stop him. Because Max kept his promises.

"Okay," Kevin murmured, giving him a hug before sliding down, saying he was going to pee.

Max leaned back with a soft sigh. "I spoke to Logan."

"Will you tell me?" she asked.

"You'll find out soon enough, but…" He sighed again, and she listened in surprise and fascination as he told her about Checo, about Daniel, about him pushing Christian to suggest Logan for Daniel's vacancy.

"Oh Max," she whispered, touching his arm briefly. She couldn't hug him – aunt Carol might have teased about Max being Logan's boyfriend, but she knew her hugging him would raise questions she wasn't sure she knew the answer to just yet. So she squeezed his arm, knew by the way he nodded that he understood. If he were anyone else she would question his motives, maybe even accuse him of trying to help Logan as a way to impress her, but she knew Max well enough to know he wouldn't stand up for Logan if he didn't believe in him as a driver.

"Don't cry, schatje," he whispered, lightly patting her thigh.

"I won't," she mumbled despite feeling the sting in her eyes.

"Go check on Kevin," he suggested.

She nodded, getting to her feet and heading to the bathroom, knowing it was his way of making sure no one noticed her tears if and when they fell. Her son was just finishing up and she fixed his shorts, dabbing a little of her mom's aloe vera onto his pink cheeks. It pulled her mind off her emotions and she washed her hands, feeling relatively normal when she began setting the table.

Dinner was leisurely and filled with chatter and laughter, Kevin telling his grandparents about the race tracks he'd been to, though his stories revolved around the animals he'd seen as opposed to the actual races. Max and Logan took turns asking her parents questions about themselves and when they both set their forks down to listen to her father talk about growing up on a farm she knew they'd won him over. And when Max insisted he and Logan take care of the dishes she was certain her mom and aunt fell in love a little bit.

After dinner her parents went for a walk on the beach and her aunt and uncle went to a local bar. Kevin was content to watch a movie, still obviously tired from spending most of the day on the beach, and Logan stretched out on the couch with him. She could tell that the jet lag was getting to Max so she went down to move his suitcase and backpack into the bedroom across from the one she and Logan were sharing. He followed her a few moments later, and she looked over her shoulder to see him leaning in the doorway as she turned on the lamp.

"Are you going to tuck me in, too?" he asked with a smile.

She rolled her eyes, smiling as she crossed to him. "Don't you think you're a little too old to be tucked in?"

He scoffed softly, stepping into the room and winding his arm around her waist. "Will you stay with me a bit?"

"Of course."

She sat on the bed, getting comfortable and leaning against the pillows while he undressed to his boxer briefs and pulled on a clean t-shirt. He filled her in on how Jimmy and Sassy were doing then went into the ensuite with his toiletry bag, returning after a couple minutes and practically collapsing onto the bed next to her. She reached to smooth her hand over his head. "Still can't believe you flew fourteen hours for something that could have been a phone call."

Max smiled, idly tracing her knee with one finger, shifting so his head rested in her lap. "It could have been, but…"

She stayed silent, continuing to run her fingers through his short hair. Simply enjoying the quiet moment alone with him. Usually they were strained, a time limit set in place because a million things were waiting to be done. Feeling him relax, she unfolded her legs, smiling when he turned so he could look up at her.

Oh how she adored his eyes. How they could change from crystal clear to the deep of the ocean that was so close to them. She had been so foolish, thinking them just a normal blue, when they held all the shades and hues of the skies and seas that she loved. And the more she looked into them the more she saw the emotions.

They shone with vulnerability right now.

"I've grown used to you being close by," he whispered. "Is it too soon to say that?"

"No, I don't think so," she murmured. "I don't want to think about having to follow a specific timeline in a relationship."

"Figure it out as we go, right?" His smile chased the fear from his eyes.

"Are we figuring it out?" she asked softly, though she thought she knew the answer.

"I think we already did."

There was a soft knock on the door and she sighed at the interruption.

"Yeah?" Max called softly.

The door opened and Logan leaned in, a half-sleep Kevin on his shoulder. "Someone wants to say goodnight."

Y/n began to slide to the edge of the bed as Max sat up. "I'll ta—"

"I've got him, babe, it's okay." Logan brought Kevin over, motioning for her to sit back as he passed Kevin to Max.

Max hummed, and she immediately relaxed. He exchanged goodnights with Kevin and she felt her heart filling with warmth as the boy hugged him tightly, whispering love you before shuffling over to her.

"Goodnight sweetheart," she whispered, hugging him close and peppering his face with kisses. "Love you so much."

"G'night mama, love you." Kevin kissed her cheek then crawled over to Logan.

All she could feel was peace in that moment and she leaned back against the pillows, watching the way Logan held her son. Gently. Protectively.

Lovingly.

He leaned down, giving her a gentle kiss. "I'm gonna go to bed, too. Your dad wants to leave early."

"I'll be in in a little while," she whispered.

"No rush," he promised with a quick smile.

She turned onto her side while he and Max exchanged goodnights, noticing the way Logan hesitated as if he wanted a little something more. She also noticed that Max gave another, softer, goodnight right before Logan turned to leave, and met his gaze when he settled next to her again as the door clicked shut.

"What?" he murmured.

"My boyfriend's boyfriend."

His cheeks turned pink. "I'm not… He's… It's not that."

"I don't know, you did fly halfway around the world to see him," she teased, giggling when he threw his arm over her waist and dragged her close.

"Careful, schatje, you're starting to sound jealous," he murmured against her lips.

"Of my boyfriends dating each other? Never." She felt his arm tighten around her and didn't mind when he pulled her closer.

"Not dating," he breathed.

"Flirting?" She shifted even closer, moaning softly as his leg slid between hers.

The muscles in his thigh twitched and he hummed, his kiss deepening briefly. "Maybe… Is… Is that okay?"

"Figuring it out," she reminded him.

"Figuring it out," he echoed before kissing her again. His hand came up, cradling her jaw as their bodies moved, and she didn't want it to stop, didn't want either of them to pull away. To her relief he didn't. His fingers tangled gently in her hair, his other hand trailing down her side.

She moved, thighs falling open so he could press closer while her hands slipped beneath the hem of his t-shirt, the feel of his skin beneath her fingers exhilarating and comforting as she traced the planes of his back. "Max," she breathed, one hand cupping the back of his head. This was the time when one of them pulled back and she parted her lips to beg him not to.

Then he whispered her name like it was a prayer. A plea.

Nodding, she leaned up for another kiss, body arching into his touch. His fingertips ignited a flame in her skin and she gasped against his lips, sitting up with him, reluctantly breaking the kiss so he could ease her tank top over her head. Eyes locked with his, she carefully pushed his t-shirt up. There was a brief pause once his shirt joined hers on the floor then he was kissing her again.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he mumbled after guiding her down and leaning back to stare at her.

Flushed with desire under his heated gaze, she licked her lips, shivering as his hand swept up her arm. His fingers danced over her collarbone then moved lower and she arched again, nipples hardening before he stroked the curve of her breast. His soft moan was pure sex and she brought her hands up to his neck, eager for his kiss.

He lowered his mouth to her breast instead. Kissing, licking, suckling gently until whines began to claw up her throat. He released her nipple and immediately turned to give the other the same treatment, his fingers lightly pinching and rolling the stiff peak to keep her squirming.

"Max," she gasped, an aching hunger forming deep inside her.

His lips were over hers in an instant, his hands moving to rest lightly at her hips, steadying her. His kiss was almost frenzied, his grip tightening each time she wriggled impatiently, and when her fingers dragged down to the waistband of his boxer briefs he let out a guttural moan. "I was planning to take my time," he mumbled, thumbs lightly stroking her hips before hooking in the band of her shorts.

"We can do that next time."

He groaned, nipping at her bottom lip. Then he was leaning back again, dragging her shorts and panties down, and she watched his tongue dart over his lips while he looked her over. "You really are beautiful, schatje," he whispered, palms brushing up her legs, fingers dancing lightly along her thighs. Her lips parted to speak but all that came out was a gasping moan when he cupped her. He stroked and teased, eyes wild and dark, until she could feel his fingers were slick, until she was trembling, and then—

"Max," she whined, hips pushing upwards and head falling back as his fingers rubbed small circles against her clit. She clutched at his sides, his forearms, and finally gripped the sheets, fingers twisting in the soft cotton while his fingers continued the delicious torment. So caught up in the pleasure, it didn't register that he was moving until he guided one leg over his shoulder. His breath was pure fire, his tongue molten lava replacing his fingers.

She forced her head upright, breath catching in her throat when she was met with his intense gaze. He rubbed and squeezed her thigh, moaning occasionally, his tongue dancing rapidly over her clit. Her last shred of self-control reminded her she couldn't be loud and she clapped a hand over her mouth to muffle her sharp squeal. Her other hand dropped, curling tightly in his hair, and she was rewarded with a low growl from him, his hands splaying on her thighs as his tongue danced faster.

Her eyes widened and she nodded, holding her hand tightly over her mouth as her entire body burned, feeling weak with need. She moaned raggedly against her palm, heart racing in her chest. Pulling away her hand long enough to gasp out a new plea. "Don't stop…"

She felt him smirk and barely turned her head to stifle her sharp squeal with the pillow. Already close, she let her hips rock slowly, trying to focus on all the sensations and not just his tongue. His fingers digging into her thighs. The muscles of his back flexing beneath her foot. The scruff of his beard scraping her sensitive flesh. His breath pouring over her like a steaming waterfall. She squealed again then snatched in a breath and held it, back arching off the bed as she came, the pleasure so intense she could only let out a shaky, whining gasp.

He hummed, his tongue easing slightly, dragging out the delight, and when her body shuddered he slowed, his moan vibrating through her as he gently licked her clean. With a breathless chuckle he pressed kisses to her trembling thighs then crawled up, hands tender on her cheeks.

Y/n murmured his name, cupping his wrists and relishing the moment of tenderness as he stayed over her, the heat of his body calming her shivers. Tasting herself on his lips and tongue, she groaned softly, tongue darting out for a deeper taste while her hands slowly traveled down.

"I don't have a condom," he groaned, dropping his forehead to her shoulder.

She did but they were across the hall, and she knew that if she made that mad dash one of her family members would suddenly appear and ask her what the hell she was doing. Her mind scrambled, fingers frozen just above his boxer briefs then she licked her lips. "I'm on the pill, and you can pull out?"

Max released a questioning hum. "Are you sure?"

"I want – I need you," she breathed.

With a groan he lifted his head, eyes searching hers for a moment before he shifted, hands reaching to help her push his boxer briefs down. His soft hiss as her hand wrapped around his cock was more erotic than any other sound she could imagine in that moment and she hummed encouragingly, exploring the length and girth with her fingers. Until his hand covered hers and he moaned harshly against her lip, "I won't make it inside you if you keep doing that."

A giggle bubbled up her throat, dying on a whine as he settled more firmly between her thighs. His hand trembled slightly over hers then grabbed at her thigh, their breathless gasps mingling as she guided him along her slit. She wanted to draw it out until they were both begging but her desire won out and she moved her hand to his hip, nails digging into his skin as he pressed into her.

"Fuck," she moaned, hips rolling up to meet him.

His eyes were more intense than ever before and she felt the shudder ripple through his body while he kept still for several long seconds. "Y/n…"

It was a delicate mix of longing and need. She returned it with an eager nod, grabbing his shoulders to hold onto him as the slowness and gentleness melted away.

Frantic. Pure lust with dashes of tenderness. Each time her lips parted to make a sound his claimed them, muffling and swallowing each noise. The heat consumed her, and he was there, grounding her with his firm hold, his thrusts steady and unfaltering.

"So good," she gasped, lifting her leg higher against his waist.

"I know, I know," he moaned as he hooked his arm beneath her leg, angling her hips slightly.

The scant change sent the tip of his cock directly over her spot and she threw back her head, nails raking down his back and eliciting a sharp hiss from him. "Yes…"

"Right there, schatje?" he whispered, nuzzling her neck before dragging his lips over her jaw, smearing the sweat beading on her skin.

"Yes," she whined again, turning her head for his kiss. He tasted of sweat and sex and heaven and she whimpered against his tongue as ecstasy grew within her again. She could feel his thrusts falter and clenched around him, teeth sinking gently into his bottom lip. "Gonna come," she gasped, a harsh moan escaping when he suddenly released her leg, his hands fisting in the pillow on either side of her head. He pushed deeper than before, panting against her lips and she screamed into his kiss as the orgasm crashed through her. Her legs wrapped tight around him, pulling him deeper, and as she began to come down from the high he suddenly pulled out, leaving her gasping and missing the fullness. Looking up at him through heavy-lidded eyes as he sat back, she shivered, watching his hand wrap around his length, squeezing and stroking wildly.

"Where do you want it?" he asked in a breathless moan.

Her mind was blank, barely able to remember her own name, but when he released a strained groan she finally found the words. "Stomach," she managed to whisper.

He shifted, hand working fast and urgent and she stared in a haze of awe and longing at the way the muscles of his arm rippled and strained as he released a deep groan that made her tremble. The heat of his release splashed across her stomach in thick bursts.

Panting, she reached for him as soon as the last drops splattered over her hip, leaning up to meet his lips in a breathless kiss. He nearly collapsed over her and she could feel the thrumming of his heart against her breast. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, body craving the heat of his, and held onto him until he moved to slump next to her.

Chuckling, still breathless, his skin flushed and sweaty. He pulled her into his arms, lips bumping her forehead before he leaned away long enough to grab his discarded shirt. "Okay?" he whispered, using the shirt to wipe the cum from her skin.

Y/n hummed, still trembling with the aftershocks as he balled up the shirt and dropped it to the floor. Curling close, she nestled her head in the curve of his shoulder. "Yeah," she murmured. "Better than okay."

Max let out a soft hum. "Better?"

She nodded, her hand sliding to rest over his heart. "Perfect."

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twst-drabbles · 7 months

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Octavinelle 17

Summary: A stranger approaches you while you're relaxing on the beach. Your large seafolk don't really take to people just coming up to you all that well.

(My brain is all over the place again. Writing a little bit of everything. Have patience and enjoy the seafolk intimidating peeps with their large forms. I have written, so many words!)

That pocket dimension back home was a strange thing indeed. There wasn't really a surface to breach, nor was there a beach to lay on. It was just water in all directions, no matter how far one goes.

So, with the help of some potions and other magical things, you took the seafolk right into an odd beach that you're more than sure Crowley made somehow. You don't know how, but it had crow shape stones sitting on top of a boulder, so you know he did something.

Well, either way, this place was yours for the playing and the relaxing with.

As soon as you set up the towel and umbrella, all of the seafolk carefully set into the water before they all just dove in.

Azul sank deep into the water as soon as he morphed into his true form, just making bubbles with his lips while he sat there and enjoyed the sun.

Jade seemed to be carving into a raised rock in the water with his claw. He always seems to be busying himself with various little projects and hobbies. Likes to keep his hands busy when he can, for one reason or another.

And Floyd was, well, being Floyd. He was diving to the bottom and seems to be digging for things. Clams, sand-dollars, dead starfish. And just when you weren't paying attention to him, he threw wet sand and seaweed right at your knees.

You didn't exactly come to the beach for yourself to be perfectly honest. Sure, the waters are crystal clear and the weather was just perfect, but it was just one of those days where you simply want to bask in the sun, take in the sea-salt smell and listen to the waves as the seafolk played among themselves.

"Uh, hey! Excuse me," then, an unfamiliar voice interrupted your daydreaming. "Is this spot taken?"

A stranger has made there way here. In a place with clear signs that this was a private beach.

You gave a sigh and pushed yourself up.

"Yeah, spot's taken," you waved behind you, "might want to go elsewhere. It's a private beach."

"Wait, really? Well, can I stay? It's not like you anyone needs to know. You don't really need all this space to yourself right? See, it's my kid's birthday and I wanted to bring the family somewhere really special and--"

Then, there was a dual harsh clicking, right from the throats of Jade and Floyd as they crawled from the waters they were just splashing around in. Jade came to your right side, Floyd covered your left. Water dripped off of them both and right onto your skin.

"…holy--"

A hand landed gently dug its gray fingers into sand and your once guppy dragged himself out of the ever-deep ocean. Deliberately slow, both to not make the waves blanket you while you're relaxing under the shade and also to establish a presence.

You would scold him, but Azul's entirely too in character to really listen. He, Jade and Floyd. Look at them all. Jade was curling his large tail this was and that around your legs to truly make his size and length known. Floyd was grinning and looked three seconds away from slithering right up to this stranger and squeezing him just for the fun of it. And Azul…

Azul didn't do anything besides plop his chin on his folded hands, oh so politely lowering himself just to meet the gaze of this stranger who wandered into this spot snagged. His smile wasn't wide but it was there. Empty, not a shred of warmth in there, but charming to those that don't know him.

"My, I wasn't expecting a guest at all, especially not on this private part of the beach," without the water and layers of barrier to separate you all, Azul's voice was sharper than you're used to. Weird. "Had I known ahead of time that strangers were prone to just wandering into places they're not supposed to be, I would've prepared some entertainment."

Ah. He's angry. Just angry and annoyed. Doesn't see this person as any sort of threat or danger, otherwise there wouldn't be any words. There would only be odd masterfully manipulated waves as they avoid you, but drag this stranger under into the dark depths of the sea.

"Should I do the honors and receive this guest?" Jade gave a wide smile, baring his teeth, "I'll be sure to give them the warmest of welcomes."

"Oh come on, isn't it my turn this time?" Floyd clapped a hand on Jade's shoulder, "I'm sure this little slug could do with some squeezing."

"Stop that," you sighed out, kicking Jade's and Floyd's tail off of your legs. Ugh, they're all slimed up. You didn't get up, just lifted your head to look at the slowly retreating stranger, "Yeah, you might want to leave. Public beach is a ways down from here. Hope you can snag a spot for the birthday celebration."

"Thank you so much sorry to bother you have a nice day!" Apparently that was all the permission they needed to make a mad dash out of here. Well, as much one could dash on dry sand and sandals.

"Oh dear, they tripped," Jade noted, "should I help them up?"

"Jade," you warned.

"I'm joking, dear Caretaker," he injected a lot of fondness in that sentence.

But yeah, a joke. Sure.

"Alright, now then," Azul, let the facade drop and rolled his shoulders, not used to his true weight on land, "let's leave the Caretaker to their relaxing while we take a swim, shall we?"

"Huh?" Floyd, not in the mood, flopped over right over your thighs. You made a noise of discomfort, heavy as he was, but Floyd ignored you. "I don't wanna. I'm tired of just swimming and hunting."

"Really now, why must you be like this?" Azul sighed, tired of his antics, but then something caught his eye in the distance, "Would you say no to chasing boats?"

Now that caught his attention. "Oh? Where? Let me see."

"There, that red dot in the distance," Azul didn't finish before Floyd dragged himself back into the water. He speed off and soon was out of line of sight.

"Hmm, I wonder if they'll have anything interesting on their vessel," Jade follows after, a little slower.

"Azul," you called to him before he could sink back under, "come here."

Just his face alone was enough to give you all the shade you needed and more. He leaned in close, wanting to hear every word that comes out of you.

"Yes?"

"Make sure none of you get into legal trouble," because attempting to stop any all trouble all together was just not going to happen. May as well just settle for this instead so it doesn't go back to you.

Azul gave the softest of laughs. "Well, if that boat is so willing to risk fishing in protected waters, then they shouldn't be afraid of the consequences that may happen. Of what may lurk in the seas they treat as an untouched treasury."

"Azul."

"Fine fine, but I won't make promises."

Eh, that's enough for you. Trying is better than nothing.

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jellyfishoreo1206 · 6 days

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First Light (Sebastian Solace x Reader)

Notes: Part Five of the series! The skrunkly goes out for a small trip :3 Also POV change! Felt like switching things up a bit (no Painter in this one, I'm SORRY 😢) You could tell I got REAL descriptive here folks.

This maybe a bit shorter than the others, but I'm happy with how this turned out! Never knew my AP English classes could help me with my writing!!

Chapter inspired by the song I Don't Want To See Tomorrow by Nat King Cole

Credit goes to @/cafekitsune for the dividers

"I don't get why we had. . ." A yawn interrupts his sentence, stretching the muscles in his back to relieve the tension that built over the night, ". . .to get up so early, Starfish." Another yawn threaten to leave his mouth, his features still dusted with the lingering essence of sleep as he followed behind you as you lead him to a hill near the house by the hand. His fluorescent eyes were slightly dimmed with the drooping of his eyelids, every so often rubbing his eyes as if to keep himself awake. He didn't have time to question why when you woke him up, all you muttered out to him was that it was six in the morning and you had something to show him.

"Oh shush. You'll see when we get there." There was a playful undertone to that sentence of yours, sparkling E/C eyes staring up at him with such a glee he couldn't yet understand, yet he smiled back; he'll never admit it, he'll die before he admits it because he knows it'll just make that ego of yours bigger, but he loves that smile of yours. Makes his stomach do summersaults as a light tingly sensation spreads across his face, coloring his face a slight turquoise.

Up at the top of the hill, you finally let go of his hand, already missing the warmth that you simply radiated in waves. The hill was of decent height—the whole thing was covered in wild grass and flowers, giving it a feeling that came out of a fantasy—giving them a view of the land around them, surveying the endless stretch of trees as their looming height gently sways to a music that only they could hear.

"Alright, what was so important that you had to wake me up this early?" His voice was full of mirth and sass, crossing his arms across his pajama-clad chest with his third placed above his hip, now fully awake and alert as he looks at you with a playfully raised eyebrow. You merely pointed towards the cloud-free horizon with a smile of giddy glee, the sky soon beginning to lighten in a flourish of colors.

All Sebastian could do was watch with absolute enchantment as the tiniest sliver of light peaked at the horizon, slowly rising bit by bit as the light slowly became brighter and brighter, its rays of light touching all it could as it washes the land over with a golden tint.

How long has it really been since I seen the sun rise? He truly didn't know, but he knows that it's been long if he was this immersed in something this simple. He glances in your direction, watching how those eyes of yours seemed to have become brighter as you watched the big ball of light rise well above the horizon with a bright smile that could rival the sun, the golden tint seemingly washing over you as if you were a deity sent down from above, a striking sight indeed.

Maybe it's the simple things that make moments like these truly beautiful. . .

He reaches for your hand with his eyes still fixed upon the sun, hands that were once used to kill and survive now renewed with a new purpose as they gently cradle your hand within his larger ones. . .

To love.

Turning away for the horizon, he drinks in your image as you merely continued to watch the sky with awe, blindly reaching for his to intertwine your fingers with his, giving two gentle squeezes. God how is it that you could break down his walls so easily?

He still remembers the time when you told him what those two squeezes meant after his curiosity was too much to bear; he didn't hate the gesture, no far from it, he merely just wondered why you did such a gesture. He still remembers how you smiled so sweetly at him when he finally asked, leaning down to shower all three of his hands with sugary sweet kisses that sent pulses of electricity through his nerves with a steady flush arising to his face.

"It means I love you, silly." Those honeyed words left your lips with such practiced ease. He has no idea how you could say such words with not a hint of hesitation to them.

You swear you accidentally broke him then. His eyes widened in flustered shock as his mouth repeatedly opened and closed to find the right words to respond to such a sentence; his brain becoming mush. And when his tongue finally worked, he fumbled over every single one of words, his face becoming a bright light of turquoise as his lure flickered rapidly.

He eventually used his hands to cover his face in embarrassment, telling you to stop saying such lies.

You merely doubled your efforts.

Honestly, if you had a super power, it's making Sebastian weak in the knees (Or tail?)

Wrapping his tail around your figure, he pulls you into his awaiting arms as they encircle your waist, snuggling you without an ounce of care as he showers your face with kiss after kiss. Giggles tumble out your lips at the sudden affection, wrapping your arms around his neck as you brought yourself closer to him.

The sun now raining down on you with its blessed light, giving warmth and a feeling of love.

Sebastian didn't pull away when he stopped his barrage of kisses on your face, merely leaning his forehead against yours, his lure dangling in-between the two of you as he gazes deep into your eyes with a look of fond tenderness.

"I love you so much, Starfish."

You broke out into a smile, bringing your hands up to cup his cheeks as you placed a gentle kiss on his lips, "I love you too, Sebby."

Unless he sees it with you, he doesn't want to see tomorrow without you.

Last Part, Next Part (?)

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aquagirl1978 · 2 months

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Message in a Bottle

A/N: Happy Birthday Silvio Pairing: Silvio Ricci x Reader Prompt: A walk along the beach at sunset Word count: 1113 Tags: fluff

The sand was soft between your toes, the salty air bringing a cool breeze from the ocean. Walking hand in hand, the sun shone brightly as it began its descent towards the horizon.

Never in all your life, after spending your entire life in Rhodolite – and much of that time working at the bookstore – did you imagine living somewhere else. And never in a million years – after your disastrous first “date” with Silvio – did you imagine falling in love with Silvio and moving to Benitoite.

Funny how time changes first impressions, isn’t it?

“Whatcha thinkin’ ‘bout in that head of yours?” Silvio asked, playfully tugging on your arm.

“Huh?” You quickly pushed away your thoughts, fearing that he, too, was able to read your mind.

“Ya got that silly lovestruck look on your face,” he pointed out, his hand gesturing at your face. “You’re thinkin’ of me, aren’t ya?” he added, his sly smirk not hiding the reddening blush creeping on his cheeks.

“Absolutely not!” Letting go of his hand, you gently punched his shoulder, pushing him away. “Perish the thought.”

He laughed and reached out, grabbing your hand. You continued walking along the shoreline in silence, enjoying the peaceful serenity of the beach.

You ended up walking so far, you reached a small outcropping of rocks. When you saw a scattering of seashells washed up in the sand, your eyes brightened with excitement.

“Look at all these shells!” Walking closer to the shells, you wanted to collect some to bring back home as a memory of today.

“Go pick yer shells, I’m fine right over here,” Silvio replied, clearly disinterested in the shells.

Crouching down, your fingers dug in the sand to pick up the shells, hoping to get lucky and find a conch shell or perhaps a starfish.

“Silvio, you should come over here, there’s some really pretty shells!” you called out. Most of the shells were scallop shells or clam shells, but you did find a particularly pretty oyster shell, the inside swirled with creamy white mother-of-pearl, that could serve as a trinket holder. You glanced up to find him waving his hand, walking away from the rocks. And you.

You shrugged your shoulders as you continued your collecting, eager to see what other treasures you might find in the sand. The sun was in the perfect position for its rays to shine so bright in your eyes that you needed to shield them with your hands. This also meant the sun’s rays also highlighted the shells and anything else in the surrounding area.

Not far away, you spotted something shining bright in the sand. As you approached the object, you noted that it was a small bottle, its glass glittering in the sunlight. You quickly dug it out of the sand, excited to examine its contents. Holding it in your hands, you saw inside the bottle there was what appeared to be a rolled up piece of paper. A thrill ran down your spine as your body shivered with excitement, wondering what was in the bottle.

Was it a message from long ago from a sailor to his family? Or maybe it was a pirate’s map? Or perhaps it was an encouraging note to whomever found the bottle?

The possibilities were endless.

Holding the bottle in one hand, you gingerly pulled on the cork stopper with the other hand. Placing the bottle down on the sand, you unrolled the paper, your eyes quickly scanning the words scrawled on the sheet.

Your heart stopped for a moment – the handwriting, you recognized it. You would know it anywhere as it belonged to Silvio.

If you’re reading this, then you found it. My secret surprise for you. I’m not good with expressing my feelings, so don’t go expectin’ something sappy.

You glanced up, your eyes welling with tears as you found Silvio off in the distance, the waves gently lapping at his ankles. With his back to you, you were unsure if he had noticed you discovered his bottle.

I would shower you with a mountain of gifts, more than you have ever seen, to show you my love for you. But I know objects don’t hold much meaning to you, so I thought I’d write you this letter. You can thank that rotten mutt later for this, it was his idea.

Your gaze returned to the message in your hands, your heart pounding in your chest, your face feeling flush as your mind processed the words on the paper.

You’re the only person I’ve ever said this to. But don’t go expectin’ me to say it all the time. But… I love you.

Your eyes flicked up again, desperate to see Silvio. He was still standing in the waves, but this time, you could have sworn he glanced back at you briefly.

I ain’t so good with words. So if ya do happen to find this, don’t bring it up. Okay? It was hard enough to write this on paper, I’m not gonna wanna have a whole conversation about my feelings.

So if ya do find this, instead… ask me to dance with you. That way I’ll know you found it.

With the heel of your palm, you wiped the tears on your face. Shoving the paper in your pocket along with the shells you collected, you ran over to Silvio.

The water was cool against your skin as you got closer to him.

“Hey,” you called out, grabbing his attention. He turned and looked at you, his face flustered. “You ok?” you asked teasingly, noticing the bright blush adorning his face.

“Me? I’m fine!” he practically shouted back. “Next time, don’t take so long collecting your shells.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Did you miss me, Silvio?”

His handsome face twisted into an angry scowl. “Miss you? Nah. Don’t go putting words in my mouth. It’s just…the water is gettin’ cold.”

Biting your lip, you controlled your urge to continue to torment him. Taking his hand in yours, you gazed into his ocean blue eyes, ready to put an end to his torture.

“Dance with me?”

Silvio scoffed at your request. “Here? On the beach?”

“Yeah, here on the beach,” you repeated, your eyes fixed on him, wanting to tell him everything you felt reading his letter.

Silvio sighed and shrugged his shoulders. “Fine,” he grumbled. “The things I do to make ya happy.”

He wrapped his hands around your waist, pulling your body so close to his, you could feel the heat radiating from him. As your bodies swayed to the susurration of the waves, you looked up at Silvio, pleased to find a soft smile on his lips.

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sunelia · 4 months

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NANAMI X READER: Soft Morning

pairings: nanami kento x gn!reader

cw: gender neutral reader - suggestive at the end - fluff

synopsis: Life with Nanami is simple, gentle, and as warm as a sunrise. He is a trustworthy, generous, and very caring partner, and is even a more dedicated one since your wedding. This event of a lifetime sealed your love and despite the ups and downs of life, made you appreciate the most innocent moments together like a soft morning.

word count: 800

Weekends are a particularly sacred time for Nanami and I. It's a secret moment between our souls, finally reunited after a week at work, a night out with friends, or just spending time recharging all alone. Weekends give us the opportunity to relax and spend quality time together without having to worry about anything. Even though we are married, we still learn new things about each other. We take time to admire, touch, and get to know each other better.

Usually, we spend our weekends at our apartment or outside doing little trips or dates. Today we decided to stay cozy in bed and enjoy each other's warmth. We cherish these sweet moments when the light of the sunrise streams into the room through the blinds. The sun brushes over our shoulders, keeping us warm and providing energy for our plants in the back corner of the room. I usually wake up before Nanami and either stay on my phone or read a book, waiting for him to wake up. He always lies on his stomach like a starfish. His body takes up a considerable amount of space on the bed however, I have the awesome ability to use his back or legs as pillows...I also have more room to cuddle.

A few strands of blond hair were covering his face. His right arm was resting under his pillow, while his left arm was spread all over the bed. The soft light of the sunrise cast a few honey-colored highlights on his hair and skin. His face seemed relaxed, his torso rising and falling calmly. He looks so vulnerable and adorable in this position. His white t-shirt was slightly pulled up, contrasting with his blue pajama pants. I wouldn't change anything for this view. I close my book, place it on the bedside table, and position myself on the side so that I'm facing his face. I cannot help but remove the few strands of hair that covers his face so that I can stroke his cheek and kiss his nose gently. This simple gesture woke him up. He slightly opens his eyes and turns around to face me. He rested his head on his hand while the other grabbed my waist and pulled me as close to his body as possible. His face was only inches from mine. He smiled at me, taking the time to look at me while gently stroking my waist with his hand.

"Good morning, sweetheart.” he said in his half-awaked voice as he hugged me and kissed my forehead.

"How did you sleep?" I asked.

"I slept very well, knowing we were starting our weekend," he said with a laught. He continued, "Have you been up for a while?"

"Just for half an hour, I took the opportunity to read a chapter of my book and watch you sleep."

He teased, "Are you watching me sleeping?"

I nonchalantly put my hand all over his face and gently pushed it.

"Not that I like you, but I just wanted to see if you were breathing properly, that's all." I replied, blushing nervously.

He smiled. Outwardly, Nanami seemed to be reserved and impassive. In reality, there's a funny, teasing, compassionate man hiding beneath this facade.

"I love you too.” he replied, hugging me.

I took the time to close my eyes and enjoy the moment that united our affection. It's comforting to be with Nanami because I feel loved and safe. One of his hands continued to softly stroke my back, while the other caressed my cheek. I couldn't help but smile at the sight of this delicate moment. I opened my eyes again and took the initiative to plant a kiss on his lips. From that moment on, our eyes never left each other's.

As if caught in a hurry, Nanami kissed me in return. This kiss was stronger and reflected a greater desire. As we continued to exchange sweet kisses, he slowly positioned himself on top of me. His hands wandered over my neck, my face, and then my hips. I held his face with both hands to deepen the kiss. My legs were wrapped around his waist, and his hand began to explore my body under the fabric that covered it. We were out of breath and stopped for a moment. Both his and mine were filled with lust. All it took was one look to continue our make-out session and enjoy this intimate moment together. The loving touches and kisses became more and more intimate, leaving our bodies hot. The only sounds coming from the room were soft moans and sloppy kisses.

"My love, do you want to carry on?" He asks.

"Y-yes," I replied.

He smiled, stood up, and took off his shirt. The sun caressed his peach skin, his face was full of love and passion, making me want to cherish this sweet morning together more.

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Hi I read your ocs and I find them interesting , if you have pictures of them I would love to see them , also idk if you call this a request but in the pages keep turning so how would Yandere Koby work ? I’m curious :)

Hey, I’m so very glad that you find them interesting! I’ve been making quite a few more since that post like I’m unsure of how many there are now in all honesty…

I am actually working on some aesthetic boards for them however which will feature their appearances, I only have four done at the time of writing this…

But I’ll probably post them once o have a good few more done! Don’t quote me on that though…

Anyways before I start rambling! Let’s get into your request, darling!

Also in advance, this probably isn’t my best work so please be prepared

!-MINORS DO NOT INTERACT AT ALL-!

!-POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNINGS-!

Delusions, Overly Obsessed Fans, Death of a Fictional Character from a Book, Stalking, Implied Murder (?), More than Likely Out of Characterness

!-POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNINGS-!

!-MINORS DO NOT INTERACT AT ALL-!

So honestly I can personally imagine that how Koby would have gotten into your book series is that Helmeppo got him into the series as romance novels seem right up his alley so it was like they had absolutely nothing to do one day and Koby was bored

In comes Helmeppo having bought the newest book in the series to read, Koby took an interest because it’s something else to do other than sit around and wait for something to happen

Proceed to Helmeppo info dumping about the entire series when Koby asks only for him to stop the blond and request to borrow the books so he could read them

Helmeppo handed them over almost immediately as he was excited to get someone else into this series with him and Koby started his journey through the books

In all honesty, he was a little off put by the fact that one of the main love interests starts off the book series by aiding another pirate crew in burning down the MC’s hometown but he keeps reading until the Marine love interest is introduced

And almost immediately his interest is peaked as the chemistry that these two have together is so captivating to the point where he’s rooting for the two of them to get together

Like he imagines every little moment so vividly in his head like did the Marine catch the MC as she was about to fall only for them to end up in a somewhat romantic looking position? Koby imagines every little single detail about the scene even down to exactly how the sun is shining

Honestly as well, I wouldn’t be too surprised if he started talking about it in depth with Helmeppo for as long as they could when there’s nothing to be done like the two of them are obsessed with this series

Helmeppo more in a “God, I love this series” sort of sense and although Koby is starting off the same way, that will change very soon…

As when Koby is rereading one of the books to pass the time one day, he finds himself imagining something… He starts to imagine himself as the Marine Love Interest

He imagines himself getting in the face of the Pirate Love Interest and telling him off for his mistreatment of the MC, he imagines himself swooping in and protecting the MC from danger in any way that he has to, he even imagines himself in the romantic scenes

Honestly Koby tries to ignore these thoughts at first and just read as clearly the Marine Love Interest isn’t him until Helmeppo tells him something that makes his heart skip a beat

“Hey, Koby! The author had some art done for the books and check it out! Captain Starfish reminds me so much of you!”

So Koby looks and you would think that he just saw himself on the cover of the book as the Marine Love Interest is a somewhat skinny man with pink hair and glasses

It’s after this that he convinces himself that it must be completely fine for him to imagine himself in the role of the Marine Love Interest considering that he looks just like him in his own personal opinion

And as he reads the books as they come out, Koby finds himself falling in love with the MC… They’re so sweet and caring, that scene where they patched up the Marine after he protected them as well was wonderful

Koby has even had a few dreams where he would meet the MC in real life and the two of them would be able to be together and be happy as he would protect them from anything that dared to try and hurt them alongside treat them exactly how they deserved to be treated

In the end though, the MC isn’t real so he just has to keep those fantasies to himself…

But as he reads through the last book in the series, he finds that the Marine has to leave resulting in the MC being in the care of the Pirate Love Interest as it’s a dangerous time right now with a lot of dangerous pirates running about

He’s disappointed by this but it’s fine, he’s sure that the Marine Love Interest will come back soon but nope… He keeps reading and the main focus of this book appears to be the Pirate Love Interest…

No matter though, it’s the last book of the series and he’s absolutely sure that the Marine Love Interest will return and the MC and him will wind up together in a loving relationship. He’s absolutely sure of it especially with the moments where the MC waits impatiently for any contact from the Marine

Until… Something happens that makes his heart sink down to the pits of his stomach during the big fight scene on the high seas where the Pirate and Marine join forces with their respective groups to finally bring down the villain…

Koby finds this all so weird at first as there’s so much of the book left, surely the rest couldn’t just be an epilogue… But you would think that this man just saw someone kill his dog when he reads…

All of sudden, a scream rang out in the air followed by booms so loud they could take your hearing away… Cannonballs zipped through the air and crashed directly into Captain Starfish’s Boat…

The resulting explosions lit up the night and the boat quickly caught fire… It was something straight out of a nightmare as the once proud Captain alongside his group sunk into the dark stormy depths on the once great ship known as the Reef Rider

Koby almost in a panic reread that part and over again until he had to just put the book down for a minute to process what had just happened

The Marine Love Interest just died… That couldn’t have just happened, could it? But when he read it again, he found himself sucking air in through his teeth like he had just been cut

The character that he had come to envision as himself had just died during the final battle with the enemy… After that, Koby had to put the book down for a few days and continue it later as he tried to distract himself and focus on his work as a Marine but the visuals wouldn’t leave his head

Eventually when Helmeppo finished reading the story, he reluctantly asked what happened only to be told that the MC got with the Pirate Love Interest after he helped her grieve

This was such bullshit! And Helmeppo agreed! Why would they wind up together when the Pirate Love Interest was first introduced having aided in burning the MC’s hometown to the ground? That was awful!

After that, Helmeppo moved onto a different romance novel series but Koby stayed fixated on this ending… That had to be one of the worst things that he has ever heard in his entire life… How could the author have possibly written something like that?

Clearly the Marine and the MC were made for each other! They had perfect chemistry and he could envision the two of them staying together for the rest of their lives!

Koby tried to move on from the series just like Helmeppo had done but no matter what he did, no other book really grabbed him like the one that you had written

So Koby wound up dropping romance novels much to Helmeppo’s disappointment, the pink haired marine would occasionally go back to the other books in the series and reread all of his favorite scenes

It was so hard to believe that all of these pretty much meant nothing now that the MC had wound up with the Pirate and the Marine was at the bottom of the ocean… Literally…

Why would you do this? How could you do this? He just didn’t understand…

Until he finally went back and reread the dreaded scene… He read it with a frown on his face and dread in his heart up until the scene where the Reef Rider finally goes down which is when he thinks of something…

He goes and reads every single little detail… All of the enemies boats weren’t close enough for an attack like that… They had a higher chance of all of their shots missing and landing in the water than all of them hitting and the Main Villain’s crew weren’t exactly known for their accuracy…

So who could it have been? Well… The only one who was close enough to have all of their shots hit like that was the Pirate Love Interests boat…

And now that he reads more… Isn’t it just so very convenient that almost all of the Marine Love Interests group went down in that fight while the Pirate’s group did have quite a few ships go down but not nearly as many as the Marines?

Very suspicious if you ask him… And he’s starting to see the whole picture…

The Pirate Love Interest couldn’t stand that the Marine was going to have the MC in the end and he did this to ensure that he couldn’t have them! It all made so much sense to Koby!

That Pirate was evil and the ending where the two of them stood together with him holding the MC? That was no happy ending… That was the bad end where the Pirate’s Jealousy for the Marine had won keeping the best pairing apart forever!

It all made sense to him and when he told Helmeppo all about it, you could practically see the gears turning in the blonds head as he listened to every single word that came out of his friends mouth until even he was convinced that was probably what happened

Koby had it all figured out so he decided to write his very own ending to the story, one where the Marine had survived the battle and revealed to everyone the disturbing deeds of the pirate causing one last fight between the two of them where the Marine would come out on top

Both he and Helmeppo absolutely loved it, they both decided right then and there that was it the canon ending to the story and reading what he had wrote

It felt so right… Something about it just felt so correct like he had lived this moment himself… Having defeated the Pirate Love Interest a long time ago and wound up with you

He honestly wished that he could show it to the actual author at some point as he was sure that the author would like it just as much as he did, it seemed like he would get that wish too as when he was on a small island for some Marine business

He found out that there was apparently a book signing event being hosted by the author, he desperately wanted to go so he could show you what he had written but of course he had Marine things to take care of so he finished them up as soon as he possibly could

He genuinely looked like he was speedrunning as he went about what he was doing but the second that he was done and had free time, he ran as fast as he possibly could to the book signing only to find that it was already over and closing up for the day

His heart sank and he was about to leave only to hear a voice…

“Oh sorry… You got here a little late, huh?”

He turned towards the source of the voice and almost gasped when he laid eyes upon you because not only was the author of the book standing directly behind him but you looked exactly like how he had envisioned the MC to look down to the smallest detail

It’s quite literally like you stepped out of the book just to be here with him and he found himself in a stunned silence as he stared at you causing you to give him an awkward smile and offer to sign his book for him

When he continued to not say anything, you waved your hand in front of his face and tried to get his attention only for him to finally snap out of his stunned silence and say that he didn’t bring his copy but he does have something for you to read

You took it and you looked it over, he wasn’t sure if you liked it or not but he was absolutely sure that you would! Clearly you were in love with him as he was starting to actually believe that he was the Marine Love Interest despite the fact that he has never been an Admiral

Once you were finished, you told him that it was a really nice alternate ending but that the Pirate wasn’t the one responsible for the destruction of the Reef Rider or the death of Captain Starfish as that was all the Main Villain’s fault that Captain Starfish had died

Koby couldn’t believe what he was hearing and when he tried to explain everything saying that it had to of been the Pirate, you claimed that it was just a mistake on your part as a writer that the Main Villain couldn’t have been able to make the shot

You wound up giving his alternate ending right back to him and telling him that it was well written but the Pirate wouldn’t shoot down Captain Starfish like that as the two had become friends before that point in the story

Koby was left standing there after that just watching you leave the building that had hosted your book signing, he couldn’t believe that you couldn’t see it like he could!

You were the MC after all as there was absolutely not a single doubt in his mind about that and you just chalked up what had happened to a mistake in your writing? No way, that couldn’t be the case!

Koby refused to accept this in all honesty so despite his better judgement, he started to follow you around as you went and saw you do so many things that honestly just made him more convinced you were the MC and made him fall in love with you more…

Like did you stop and help that lost child who got separated from their parents? That’s so caring of you, he’s sure that you’ll make a great parent to any kids that you have in the future! Plus it’s just like what you did for the kid in the book!

Did you buy those vegetables on your way home to prepare for dinner? You’re a good cook too which is great as he’s sure that you can make some beautiful things together! Plus it’s just like how you made that vegetable soup for him when he was injured!

You were perfect and watching you go about your day absolutely proved it for him… You were lovely… Why couldn’t you see what he saw?

And he believed that he soon found his answer as he saw you meet up with someone, a man who looked just a bit too much like the Pirate in Koby’s eyes

Ah… So that was the reason…

The Pirate was here and when he saw the two of you getting just a bit too friendly for his liking (probably not even romantic), Koby felt his blood boil a bit as he did know that not all pirates are evil but this one was surely one of the worst of the bunch

Koby understood now… The reason that you couldn’t see what he saw is because of the Pirate… Koby was sure that he was likely forcing you to write the story and that he was actually horrible to you behind the scenes

Don’t worry though… Koby is going to make everything all better as he’s already making plans to save you from that evil pirate…

He’ll take you far away from the Pirate and the two of you can be together just like you were always meant to be! It’ll be great!

And if the Pirate Love Interest tries to prevent it? Well if push comes to shove then Koby isn’t above getting some revenge for sending the Reef Rider to the bottom of the ocean…

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sulfurz · 1 year

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*ೃ༄ DAY OFF (edge x fem!reader)

*ೃ༄ PAIRING: edge x fem!reader

*ೃ༄ REQUESTED BY: @micheleamidalajedi

Can I have "Your eyes are beautiful" with Edge pretty plss 🥹

*ೃ༄ WARNINGS: pure fluff, some suggestiveness if you squint

*ೃ༄ WORD COUNT: 688

*ೃ༄ NOTE: shorter than usual but possibly my fav bit i’ve wrote so far (that’s my baby(50 year old man))

you had gotten used to waking up alone these days. between training and everything that came inbetween, adam was rarely able to stay in bed past six in the morning.

personally, you enjoyed a lie in, your own job being able to be performed on your own time ever since you opened your own business. it made things pretty perfect, and in the rare times adam had more than 5 minutes, you’d often have him helping you out by modelling your designs or something along the sort. that was, on some days, the most you got to see of him.

usually, when you came to, with the soft light of the morning entering your apartment building, you’d roll over to find the other side of the bed already empty. you never minded too much, using the opportunity to starfish across the entire bed and most like go back to sleep. there was always a part of you that wished adam could be there to cuddle instead, but you never held his regime against him.

so, one random, seemingly mundane tuesday when you did your morning roll, the body you met under your arm was just an added bonus.

as you shifted and slung your arm across adam’s bare chest, you couldn’t help the smile that cling to your lips when you heard him hum in acknowledgment. it appeared neither of you were ready to open your eyes just yet, but the movement as he lifted his own arm to rest on top of yours was more than welcomed.

“good morning” he spoke gruffly, voice still laced with sleep. you were sure yours wouldn’t be much better, so you chose to bury your face into the crook of his neck to mumble your own morning wish.

he chuckled quietly, his other hand scratching at your head from where his arm was underneath you.

you allowed yourself a while to relax, revel in the silence and the warm body below you. the sun peeping through the crack in the curtains only got brighter as it rose in the sky, and you couldn’t help the groan of displeasure you let out as you pushed your head further into adam’s body to avoid the light.

“fight the sun for me.” you murmered, voice cracking from lack of use.

“of course, i’ll defend your honour.” adam played along, sounding a lot more awake now than you did.

“bring me back a cloud or something.”

adam pressed a soft kiss into your hair, the one thing that caused you to look up from your hiding spot. his eyes lit up when you finally caught his gaze, immediately closing the distance to peck your lips in a closed mouth kiss.

“i missed waking up to you.” you admitted immediately, loving the feeling of his warmth, coupled with the hand that gently graced patterns on your shoulder. it was always better waking up by his side.

the smile he gave you in response was almost blinding, your heart doing a weird flip of content. “let’s make the most of it?” he joked, wiggling his eyebrows under you slapped his shoulder lightly.

“you’re insatiable.”

adam laughed along with you, spare hand moving up to gently brush a piece of hair behind your ear. despite his less than pg joke before, the adoration exuding from his features was soft and warm, a clear sign he had missed it too.

he seemed to search your eyes for a moment, the corners of his lip dancing upwards in a grin. “your eyes are beautiful.”

you blinked quickly, taken aback by the sudden direct show of affection, but it was quickly brushed off by the want to get your hands on his face. and also maybe his cooking.

“come on,” you uttered, squeezing his cheeks quickly before jumping to your feet, nearly dragging a shocked adam who still had a hold of you along with you “i want breakfast.”

“i was enjoying myself actually.” he pouted, following you nonetheless.

“if you make me an omelette i’ll feed it to you.”

“if you sit on my lap it’s a deal—“

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georgie-weasley · 1 year

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Deep Wounds: Prologue

Warnings: couple of swear words, alluding to sex but nothing graphic

Word Count: 1.2k

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The air that came into the house through the open windows only offered a small amount of relief from the hot summer night. Furniture had previously been pushed against the wall to make room for a makeshift dance floor. Now into the wee hours of the early morning, the couches were haphazardly shoved back as closely to their original spots as someone could.

On one old couch laid a young man with wild black hair who was no older than 19. He was wearing a suit, or some of what remained of a suit. The coat was long gone (it only survived for one picture), the top buttons were undone, his tie was just draped around his shoulders, and he had one shoe on while in the process of kicking off the other one.

By his side was a young woman, also no more than 19. She was in a white dress that to some would have been much too simple to be called a wedding dress but she loved it. The dress was light and breathable, perfect for a summer wedding. Her red hair was pulled into an updo; at one point it was perfectly done but after hours and hours of dancing, it had gotten a little messy.

On the loveseat was another man with long black hair. He was wearing a button up shirt but none of the buttons were done. The shirt was left open while the tie was wrapped around his head. Hanging on the armrest of the sofa was a leather jacket that he had only just taken off because it “threw off his vibe” to be seen without it.

Laid out on the middle of the floor was yet another young man. He was much shorter than the rest and he had blonde hair. He was splayed out like a starfish as he tried to cool off. He was still wearing his suit, coat and all. His friends asked if he wanted to take it off but he said he didn’t mind the heat. Now he very much regrets his decision.

The last person in the room was another young man who sat in the recliner with his knees pulled up to his chest. He had sandy blonde hair and while he was 19 like his friends, he looked much older. He had dark bags under his eyes and scars on his face. His suit was old and had been patched up many times before. His coat was thrown somewhere on the floor and his tie was hardly holding on. He didn’t do much dancing that night.

“Moony? How are you holding up?” The young man on the couch asked as he kicked off his last shoe. He sat up a little and adjusted his glasses.

“Yeah Remus, are you alright?” The woman used her new husband to pull herself up.

The man in the chair shrugged and played with a loose thread on his shirt. “Fine I suppose.”

The man with the long hair snorted. “Bullshit. Tell us the truth, Moons.” Everyone was thinking it but only he had the nerve to speak it.

Remus looked around the room and sighed as he saw all of his friends watching him with concern. He could see them trying to look him over for wounds like a worried mother would check her toddler after he fell. “It's not bullshit Sirius. I’m fine.” Remus stood and crossed the room to stand in front of the open window. Outside he could just hardly see the moon sinking behind the trees as the sun started to come up.

Lily rolled off the couch and carefully made her way over to Remus. She stood next to him in silence for a while, just watching the moon. “Rem, it’s ok if you’re not fine. I know you’re worried about ruining the wedding but you won’t. I’m just sorry it ended up being the night before a full moon.” She wrapped an arm around his middle and pulled him close.

Remus swallowed thickly and nodded. He didn’t dare speak up in fear that he would soon be crying if he did. Instead he wrapped his arm around Lily’s shoulder and kissed the top of her head. She truly was one of the best things to happen in his life and he couldn’t thank James enough for marrying her.

“Hey, hands off my wife. And hands off my friend.” James called out from his spot on the couch, bringing a laugh out of Remus. Lily turned to look at James over her shoulder and stuck out her tongue as she nuzzled closer to Remus.

With what could only be described as a battle cry, James hopped off the couch and sprinted over to his friend and wife. Remus watched with amusement as James scooped Lily into his arms and took her back to the couch, tossing her onto it when he got close.

“Yeah Remus, get your own wife.” Peter snorted from the floor.

“Hey, that’s not a bad idea Pete.” Sirius mused and sat up. Even from across the room Remus could see the mischievous twinkle in his eye. “Have you ever thought about it Moony? You could find a nice lady, settle down, pop out a couple of kids?”

“That won’t happen.” Remus whispered and turned to face his best friends. “Nice idea but it will never happen.”

James sighed and shook his head. “Don’t say never. It could happen.”

“I don’t want it to!” Remus snapped and ran his hands through his hair, tugging on the strands. “It would be nothing short of a miracle to find someone who didn’t mind the wolf but to find someone willing enough to put up with it every month for the rest of our lives? It won’t happen.” He sank back down in the recliner and hung his head. “Besides, I couldn’t live with myself if something happened.”

No one spoke as the reality settled on them. Everyone assumed that maybe one day Remus would be happily paired off and start his own family but now knowing his heart, they worried he would be alone until the end.

Remus stood and grabbed his coat off the floor. “I need to get home. Congrats again James and Lily. I’ll see you later.”

The group said their goodbyes and watched their friend leave. “Do you really think that he could find someone Prongs?” Peter asked after he was sure Remus was gone.

James nodded and threw his arm around Lily. “I’m sure. We can’t be the only people in the world willing to love a werewolf. We just gotta find the others.” Without any sort of formal agreement, they all decided that night if they ever heard Remus even mention a girl, they would meddle. Remus deserved to be happy.

“Well, thank you all for coming but get out.” Lily stood and threw the various items at the other two boys. “I entertained you all long enough but now, it’s time for just my husband and I.”

“See you all before sunset. Same place?” James asked as he helped usher his friends out the door.

“Yeah, see you at the Shrieking Shack. Lils, please make sure he’s still able to help us deal with Remus.” Sirius said with a laugh as he and Peter left the small cottage.

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mazeinthemiroh · 2 years

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together, we watch the sun rise.

Genre: Fluff, a bit of crack

Word Count: 1k

Requested?: Yes

Synopsis: Jeongin decides to go on a trip with you despite having to wake up extra early. And, you know what? It was all worth it.

Warnings: None

A/N: This one's short but sweet. It's very much a spring fic because I am sooooo ready for spring and I'm trying to manifest warmer weather because i am currently shivering IN MY OWN HOUSE. anyways, rant over. i hope you enjoy this fluffy fic :]

Jeongin would never have thought he would have the motivation to get up in the early hours of the morning. But when it came to you, he didn't seem to care half as much.

"Come on, it'll be fun," you said with a big grin as you wiggled your eyebrows at him, hoping that the little gesture would persuade him.

"What's in it for me?" He teased as he crossed his arms over his chest. He knew he was going to say yes to you because, of course, he would never turn down an opportunity to spend time with you. But that didn't mean he was going to give in that easily.

"Oh, gee, I don't know, how about spending one-on-one quality time with your partner?" Your hands slid to your hips as you jokingly glared at him, "but hey, if that's not a good enough reason maybe you should find a new partner."

Jeongin chuckled and rolled his eyes at your dramatics, "I'm only joking, you idiot!" He grabbed your wrist and pulled you closer to him, "I would love to come."

And so here you both were, driving out of the city and on your way to the countryside before the sun had even risen. No, Jeongin would have never thought he would wake up this early at all. But he was with you, so he needed to trust the process. And so he let himself

Although his eyes were tempted to close as you sat in the driver's seat, eyes focused on the road as the soft, chill playlist sounded through the car, he resisted going to sleep. He didn't want to be too tired for what was about to come.

Time seemed to dissolve and the view soon changed from a city scattered with buildings and lights, to the dark countryside, sprinkled with hills and greenery as far as you could see.

"We're here... sort of," you said through a yawn as you parked up. Jeongin's eyes scanned the outside of his car.

You both were, indeed, in the middle of nowhere. Jeongin didn't know whether to feel terrified of his new environment or relieved for being free from its business.

Getting out of the car, you grabbed each other's hands and set off on your new journey, not quite at your final destination yet.

Using your phones as flashlights, you watched your step as you began to ascend a very tall hill. The sky was barely beginning to show signs of light, remaining dark as you trudge your way up. It took some walking at first. Actually... it took a lot of walking. It was steep too. Walking up a tremendously big hill did not look easy. If you were by yourself, you probably would've given up. But neither of you felt the strain in your legs or the burn in your calf muscles because both of you were distracted by each other's company and the conversation you shared. Travelling as a pair felt less like a want and more of a need. You couldn't imagine enjoying yourself any other way.

And then you both made it, to the very top. You collapsed on the grass and spread yourself out like a starfish, trying to catch all the breath you had lost on the ascend. Jeongin plopped down next to you, also trying to regain his breath, but chuckling lightly at your exhausted state.

After a handful of minutes gone by, both of your breathing finally evened out. This was when you could fully appreciate the scenery before you. The countryside, with its rolling hills and scattered trees, places to explore in the forests and farms and fields of flowers. Over the great expanse of greenery, you could see the city from where you and Jeongin just fled. It felt weird seeing it like this; above and away from it all at once.

The sky got ever so lighter.

"What a view," you gasped, eyes fixated on the beauty before you.

"Yeah," Jeongin breathed out dreamily, only he wasn't looking at the view.

He was looking straight at you.

Feeling his gaze, you turned to face him, brushing his arm lightly with your hand as you felt your cheeks heat up.

"You're not here to gawk at me, Mister!" You laughed playfully, feeling your heart flutter as Jeongin grinned shyly.

"Hey, you're my only view~" he said playfully, grabbing your waist and pulling you closer to him on the grass. You tried to object but you couldn't help but melt into his softness.

"I like the view right now~" you sang obnoxiously loud in his ear, making him wince slightly.

"Gah, Y/N, you ruined the romantic moment!"

"Was that your attempt at romance?"

You both burst into laughter. You were convinced you had woken up a couple of livestock that minded their own business from the bottom of the hill. Certainly woken up a few sheep because your laughter bounced off the hills and ran through the quiet, morning countryside.

The sky got noticeably lighter. The moment you had both been waiting for.

"Look!" You interrupted the fit of laughter as you point to the orange eruption in the sky: the sun was rising.

The pair of you grew quiet as you set together, hand in hand, staring at the great expanse of the sky. There were little swirled clouds that twirled like smoke, caressing the face of the sun as it rose slowly. With each passing second, the sky would change ever so slightly. Dark orange to light orange to a peachy colour, pinks tickling the white clouds that rose with the sun. Then a yellow set in, and soon the sky had a creamy hue, the sky getting lighter and lighter still.

This very natural recurring earthly moment for some reason felt very small and intimate, as if it were a performance for just you and Jeongin to watch.

He turned to you, the smile on his face soft as he kissed your cheek, making you turn to him and return the kiss, this time on his lips.

Why did everything feel so calm? So perfect? You sighed into the kiss as you released his hand, tangling your own hand in his hair. Your mouths moved in perfect synchronisation, slow and easy.

He was the first to pull away, just to look into your eyes as they sparkled in the new sunlight.

"We shouldn't definitely do this again."

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hi zainab!!!! 2, 3, 6, and 29 for the fic writer ask???

Hi Mak! Thank you for sending these in!

2. Do you read/reread your own fics?

Yes, because I am absolutely my own biggest fan!

On a much more practical note, sometimes I reread because it's part of a series and I'm checking a canonical detail (although if it's in the Bake Off AU I'm better off just asking @sesamestreep, who is the official lorekeeper and knows that universe's canon better than I do.) Other times, there's a fic where I just really like what I did with a character's voice or the general tone of a scene and I'll go back just to get a feel for what I did the last time.

3. What’s your favorite fic that you’ve written?

I mean, the Bake Off AU has my whole heart and there's so much of me in it that it will always be special to me BUT!!! I really love the Thunderbolts-era epistolary fic counted days, counted miles because I think it's an exercise in me managing to show writerly restraint, which is a skill I'm still working on. (And also I got to come up with so many fun spy tricks for hiding letters; it was great.)

6. Are there any fics from others you reread all the time?

How fortuitous that you picked this question when I have reread wish that i could wind (like a spiral stair through time) FIVE TIMES in the past month. That fic is a work of art. I am also never far from rereading and never ever watch the ten o'clock news, which is Emma's phenomenal Psych AU of Rogue One which is just so wonderful and funny and it continues to hold up. Oh also! There's don't read the last page, which is a Brooklyn Nine-Nine fic that is short and sweet and just so warm and cozy and I go back to that one a lot just for the mood of it.

29. Share a bit from a fic you’ll never post OR from a scene that was cut from an already posted fic.

Okay so this question reminded me that there's a 1200 word scene from the Formula 1 AU that was originally going to be the epilogue but got canned which SUBSEQUENTLY reminded me that there's a whole scene that I wrote for the Bake Off AU that got cut from Chapter 6 because things ended up going another way!

The beginning will looks familiar if you remember anything from that chapter, but then there's a sharp left turn that involves the lost plot point of Becca Barnes creeping on Joaquín's thirst trap and restaurant review filled Instagram in order to figure out where Bucky could go for dinner. I was sad to lose it tbh but the restaurant still made it into the fic as the place where Sam and Bucky go out on their definitely-not-a-date in Chapter 10.

A peek at the alternate timeline under the cut!

Bucky is starfished on his bed, trying to muster the energy to get up when his phone rings. His eyes are squeezed shut, but he opens one to peer at the screen. He only answers because it’s Becca, but he’s too tired to do more than grunt into the phone when he picks up.

“Good day, huh?” she asks, laughing when he just groans in response.

“Hope yours was better than mine,” Bucky says, when he finally manages to talk. “How’s day shift treating you?”

“I’m discovering that there’s this thing in the sky called the sun, and it provides light? And makes people happy? Do you think other people know about it? Should I be telling them?”

He laughs tiredly. “You can use all this newfound energy to make a TikTok about it.”

“I’ll get on that,” Becca says. “What about you? You okay?”

“Yeah,” says Bucky, bringing his hand up to his face. “I just need to lie down for a while.”

Not that lying down for the past half hour has helped, but he’s got high hopes for that sixty minute mark.

“No, what you need to do is eat something,” Becca says, sounding remarkably like their mother. “Tell me your head isn’t hurting right now.”

Bucky freezes, his fingers still pressed into his temples. “It’s creepy when you do that, you know.”

She laughs. “I know. Hey, why don’t you go to that place that you and Steve went to all the time, the one with the waffles?”

The last time Bucky had been there, four years ago, he’d spent the entire evening bickering companionably with Sam while Steve dealt with a work emergency. It had felt remarkably like flirting, and he’d even thought about asking Sam to get a drink sometime—and then Bucky had been eliminated after the next day’s Showstopper, and that put an end to that.

He shakes his head to clear it. “I’m tired, Bec, and they pick us up at like, six AM. I think I might just grab something from the convenience store.”

“Buck, I spend half my time listening to newborn babies cry and that is still the most pitiful thing I’ve heard this week. You are not eating yogurt for dinner alone in your hotel room.”

Bucky huffs. “Well, I’d grab a random stranger off the street to join me, but I’m not looking to get murdered today, Rebecca.”

He can hear the sound of Becca typing, doing the thing where she studiously ignores his asshole behavior until he comes around and starts acting a more like a person. It’s annoying how well it works.

After a minute or two of typing and what he assumes is scrolling, she lets out a, “Huh.”

When he waits for her to elaborate and she doesn’t, Bucky sighs. “What is it?”

“Do you know a Joaquín Torres?”

It’s far from the question he was expecting but Bucky answers in the affirmative. “He’s a baking consultant on the show.”

More typing. “Does he have good taste?”

There’s a tiny, childish part of Bucky that wants to say no, because Torres is chirpy and bright-eyed and his unfailing enthusiasm is exhausting at times, but that would be a lie. “Yeah, he knows his stuff. Why?”

“He lives in Atlanta; he posts about a lot of local hidden gems. There’s a Tunisian restaurant a couple blocks from your hotel, apparently? Kind of looks like a hole in the wall but he says the food is amazing.”

“I don’t know, Bec. It’s late and eating out alone is depressing.” His limbs feel heavy, and his shoulder is starting to hurt from having the prosthetic on for so long, and he knows that food would make his headache go away, but he just can’t drag himself off the bed.

Like Becca knows what track his mind is on—and honestly, she probably does—, she chooses this moment to go for the knockout. “Come on, Buck; it’s my job to look out for you, and you’re too far away for me to drag you out to dinner and make sure you eat. Throw a girl a bone here.”

She’s too powerful for her own good.

Bucky drags a hand down his face, sighing again. “You know, I hear some people don’t let their baby sisters tell them what to do all the time.”

“Poor them,” says Becca.

“Poor them,” echoes Bucky, and asks her to text him the address.

When she does, he looks it up and realizes that it really is only two blocks away: completely walkable, even in Atlanta’s late spring heat, and only a little further than the convenience store where he’d planned to grab his apparently pathetic dinner.

It’s only when he gets to the door of the restaurant that he remembers it’s a Saturday night and he probably should have thought to make a reservation. The place only has a handful of tables to begin with, and they’ve all got people at them. The host already has an apologetic look on his face as Bucky walks in, but they both turn in surprise when they hear someone inside the restaurant call out to him.

“Bucky!” says Joaquín, as brightly as ever. “Come sit with us.”

Because the universe has a sense of humor, ‘us’ is of course Joaquín and Sam, who are having dinner together. Alone. On a Saturday night.

It can’t be a date, Bucky reasons. No one would invite a random acquaintance to third-wheel their date, right?

He realizes that he still hasn’t responded when the host assures him that of course they’ll be able to add another place setting to the table, and before he knows it, Bucky is being whisked over to their table.

Whatever mood had settled over Sam after the signature today seems to have dissipated, and he turns to Bucky with a grin on his face. “I hope you trust Torres over here, because he ordered way too much food for us and didn’t let me see the menu.”

Joaquín shrugs. “I come here a lot,” he says. “Not enough people know about it, but it’s amazing.”

“Which is why he’s on a mission to be their one-man marketing team,” says Sam. “We got here half an hour ago and he’s already posted on Instagram like, ten times.”

Bucky thinks of the sound of Becca on her computer as she’d talked to him earlier, how she’d pivoted from suggesting the diner he’d probably have ended up at to this specific restaurant, and suddenly, this coincidence feels markedly less like a coincidence.

He’d probably feel more annoyed about it if he didn’t spend the meal close enough to Sam for their shoulders to constantly be brushing. Torres is right; the food is great, but if anyone asks, Bucky’s pretty sure the only thing he’d be able to recount is how many times Sam touched his arm to ask him to pass things, or dished some more food onto his plate, or gently nudged him while telling Joaquín stories of their time filming season two.

When the check comes, Bucky insists on paying, to make up for crashing Sam and Joaquín’s dinner, and as they stand on the sidewalk outside the restaurant, Joaquín offers to drop them off at the hotel on his way home. He’s about to accept when Sam waves it off.

“I think we’ll just walk back,” says Sam. “It’s so nice out, and the hotel’s probably closer than your car is.”

There’s a moment where all three of them silently commiserate over the trials of city parking, and then Joaquín says he’ll see them tomorrow and heads off.

Bucky glances sidelong at Sam, whose eyebrows are knitted together as he looks down the street towards their hotel. He can see the entrance from where they’re standing, but Sam gently touches his elbow and nods down the street to their left—the long way, Bucky realizes, a moment too late.

#bisamwilson #zainab does ask meme things #thank you for these Mak!#I had COMPLETELY forgotten that I had this little bit of the Bake Off AU lying around; I hope it's an entertaining what if

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A Trip Around the World (7/25/24)

Hello! Here's a new update for you all!

Since my last post, I have officially reached 20 hearts with every romanceable in the town of Sun Haven (except for Vivi lol.) Because of this, I started working towards getting my hearts up with Nel'vari characters and getting my character to Withergate.

Here are the last couple of wedding pictures from Sun Haven:

(Also hooray! I made it to year 2!)

Somehow, I managed to finish the entire Nel'vari questline in about two in-game days, meaning I could get Wesley's hearts up almost right away which was nice. Doing this playthrough really made me fall in love with him all over again, he'll always be my favorite character in this game.

Items I gifted to Nel'vari romanceables:

Rubies for Iris

Honey for Wesley

Water crystals for Vaan

Starfish for Lucius

Rubies probably weren't the best option (prickly pears are WAY BETTER for Iris) but I had so many of them that it was just easier for me. Also I never realized that you had to go to the temple of the moon to trigger a cutscene for Lucius because I was always able to catch him next to the pond first thing in the morning, so I had fully convinced myself that my game was bugged until I found a random comment about it on reddit. I'm glad I did, because I was considering divorcing Wesley on my year 3 playthrough just to finish up his achievements.

Here's my wedding with Iris! I ended up marrying her first.

As for Withergate, it's been a slow grind for tickets to progress the story enough to get Vivi. Once I've finished up marrying everyone but Vaan in Nel'vari, I'm going to start really honing in on Withergate progress.

Items I'm gifting to Withergate romanceables:

Withercake/Snobfish for Xyla

Steak/Withercake/Devilfins for Darius

Meat for Donovan

I've also in the meantime have been slowly working on Brinestone Deeps and finished the main storyline for that area today! I've got lemonade for Zaria and fried carp for Karish prepped and ready, so now starts the slow grind to get them to 10 and 20 hearts too.

As for the other achievements I have left besides the romanceables, I've been trying to spend time in my year 3 save to get those, just because I've got a lot more materials to work with. However... man, these other achievements have been a slog to get through. Getting every skill point for a skill tree just feels very annoying, either requiring me to hope that I've got the right amount of materials every day or grinding community tokens again, which isn't the most fun. Also I must have the worst luck on planet earth, because I have not seen the candy slime boss in the battle arena a single time since I started working on this, and its driving me a little insane.

I really don't need to go through another RNG nightmare, not after my genuinely torturous experience with completing the museum. The Nel'vari temple bundle is such a painful bundle to work on, but I won't ramble about it here. Maybe in another post soon.

I will say that fighting and beating Dynus was fun! I'm also very close to completing the Royalty achievement. After that, I should theoretically finish the Better with a Party achievement this weekend, as I've got some friends lined up to help me with that.

But yeah! That's my update for today! I'll post about my gripes with the RNG for some of the things in this game soon :)

#completionist #sun haven

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Sun, Sand, and Sea

Summary: Cyraleona enjoys the beach in her own way and finds some things interesting, and some thing strange. Genre: general Word count: ~1000 A/N: Here's the penultimate oneshot. And this one is again focused on a single character.

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Cyraleona saw gold and blue, the sandy shore and the endless ocean. A fuzzy white line of sea foam pushed up or pulled back the land with the moving tides. The sight was beautiful, dazzling even. The weather, with the sun shining above and a salty breeze keeping her cool, was perfect. The sound of splashing and laughter from other beach goers in the water reminded her of the fun she could be having.

Instead, Cyraleona directed her gaze back down to the book she’d brought along. She rested on her stomach across a beach towel. An umbrella leaned over her and kept her out of the sun. The beach was beautiful, but so was prose.

“Cyra, you’re still here?”

She looked up to see Leonidas standing in front of her and gazing down with pinched brows. His hair was soaked and sand clung to his legs.

“Yes, I’m here,” Cyraleona muttered back.

“Did you not put on your sunscreen yet?” Leonidas asked as he crouched.

“I put it on.” Cyraleona sighed at her brother’s wariness. “I just wanted to finish my page first.”

Leonidas hummed. “Do you not like the beach?”

“Wha—? No, that’s not it! The beach is beautiful! I mean look at that clear water and the sun doesn’t feel too bright and—” Cyraleona babbled. “I’m enjoying myself here, Leon. You don’t need to worry at all—”

“Then what’s wrong?” He sat down on his own towel and looked to Cyraleona.

“Well… Nothing really. I just… feel like lounging.”

It wasn’t the first time Cyraleona had been to the beach. She’d gone on strolls at beaches in Thea with her mother as a child. And the whole family had vacationed at private beach houses before. Today, though, she and Leon were on their own in Raquey, taking a break from their missions and studies. Even with all the people and her usual withdrawn nature, everyone at the beach that day was in their own worlds and their cheerful voices made the beach atmosphere feel complete.

“At least stretch your legs a little,” Leonidas suggested as he grabbed a fistful of sand and let it slip from between his fingers.

“But they are stretched.” To emphasize, she kicked her feet in the air behind her.

“Ah hah… Then allow me to take a turn keeping vigil over our things.”

Cyraleona giggled. “Okay then.” She tucked away her book, slipped on her sandals, then left for a stroll.

As she walked, she noticed things. How the sand looked wasn’t just yellow but also an off-white or even faint pink in some spots. How the water wasn’t perfectly blue but instead a deep teal, tinted green by algae no doubt.

Cyraleona walked further. The number of people grew smaller. The more unkempt the beach looked as it was further from the main beach resort. The only sounds were that of the sea breeze, the rolling waves, and seagulls high above.

She stopped walking when she saw she was in front of a towering coastal cliff that even extended into the ocean.

How far did I walk…?

Drawing closer, her eye caught specks of color tucked in the shadow of the cliff. Once she was close enough, she realized that they were from tide pools and the small creatures that called them home. Cyraleona approached and knelt down between two neighboring ones.

For being only a few inches deep at most, the tiny ecosystems teemed with life.

Sea urchins waved their spines through the water. Sea slugs crawled across the algae covered floors of the tide pools. Barnacles and mussels poked out of their protective covers every now and again. One was home to wrestling starfish and an eel slithering through holes only wide enough for a pencil. Hermit crabs shuffled along in another. When her shadow passed over another tidepool, the miniscule fish that were swimming about zipped from view to hide.

Cyraleona giggled as she hopped between the tide pools and observed how each one differed.

Then, she noticed a pool that was darker than all the rest. She knelt by it and frowned. It seemed barely an inch deep yet nothing but dark shadows quivered in the water. No signs of life at all.

“Weird…” Cyraleona looked up to see that this pool was closest to the cliff, the furthest in the shadows. So, she tentatively held out her hand and summoned a ball of burning light to cast into the water, hoping she’d be able to actually see into the water. “Huh?!”

The light of her spell chased away the shadows and revealed that the pool was actually an opening to an underwater tunnel leading… somewhere. A magic rune engraved into the rock made it clear that someone intended to hide this entrance.

Cyraleona turned her head, quietly fearing that she might’ve alerted someone. Or something.

But after what felt like an eternity, though was probably less than a minute, Cyraleona felt sure nothing was coming for her and relaxed.

Still curious but also cautious, she dipped a hand into the water. Despite the rune, there was no other magic emanating from the water. Meaning it likely wasn’t a dungeon entrance.

“But then what could it be? What could possibly be hiding on the other side?” Cyraleona stared at the tunnel entrance for a moment longer before sighing. “I’ve probably been away long enough…” she realized.

Cyraleona stood up and wove her way around the tide pools once again to start the walk back to her brother. She dared a glance back but nothing of interest was there.

Maybe I’ll come back with Leon and Nora. Or maybe even Mom and Dad in case it’s actually dangerous… Cyraleona mused.

Along the way back, she happened to find an empty conch and a few sand dollars, and she decided to pick them up. At least she’d come away from the beach with nice souvenirs and not just a weird mystery.

#black clover #black clover fanfic #black clover oc #cyraleona vermillion #laura's oc #next gen ocs #gift fic #wifey laura ❤️‍🔥

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My mental health has been doing a bit better lately so I thought why not try update this. I can’t believe it’s been almost a year holy shit— This fic is also available on AO3 btw.

Solidarity — pt.3

At this point, James shouldn’t have been surprised to find Jack downstairs scrambling to his feet from landing in a heap next to his open window. You’d think Jack would be better at making a quiet entrance by now, too, but he’d alerted James upstairs in his study with the distinct thud like a sack of potatoes. And he was tracking mud everywhere. He sighed despairingly, he’d have to deal with it later.

“Commodore!” He greeted cheerfully between heaving breaths, “Fancy seeing you here.”

“This is my house,” he deadpanned.

Jack had the audacity to look surprised. Or relieved? “Is it? Funny ol’ world,” he chuckled.

“What is it with you and windows?” Rubbing his temple, James felt a headache brewing.

Panting, Jack explained, “Just crawled through the first open one I saw. Your men were chasing me around the entire bloody town.”

Precariously balanced on his own legs, he did seem to be barely functioning, James noted. Ready to bolt at any moment, regardless.

“Well…” James said thoughtfully. “I severely doubt they will check for you here. Or alert me, considering their incompetence. So you can rest here if you would like,” he offered.

All the adrenaline buzzing in Jack’s veins seemed to evaporate. He visibly sagged in relief. “In that case, if you don’t mind, I’m going to just…” Jack practically collapsed, spread like a starfish. On his back, the heavy rise and fall of his puffing chest was far more apparent.

Leaning over him, James saw his eyes were closed. “Would you not prefer the bed?” He asked with a raised brow.

“Can’t move,” he huffed weakly.

If Jack had the strength to open his eyes then, he would have seen James’s open concern. An ugly, heavy feeling weighed in his gut.

James wasn’t sure what to do with himself. Certainly standing would not do, looming over him like a vulture. Would it be polite to drag a chair over and sit? No, he’d still be looking down on him awkwardly. Eventually, he settled for joining him on the floor.

That made Jack barely open his eyes to squint at him.

“Should I move?” He asked.

Jack squinted more until his eyes were falling closed again. “No,” he shook his head minutely. Hesitantly, he shifted a little closer to him, an inch or so from his shoulder.

Looking up, James tried to ignore Jack’s breath tickling his neck. Hm yes, a very interesting ceiling. James looked back at Jack instead and a smile played in his eyes.

No beard braids yet, it had only been a week so no surprise. Skin glistened in a sheen of sweat. Salty droplets had made the kohl streak down his cheeks. James had to resist swiping a thumb through the black tracks. Tension further drained from Jack, and his breathing slowly leveled out. Breathing so deeply, he might have fallen asleep. His face had relaxed into smooth slopes. James had never seen him so relaxed, and he had to wonder why he felt so relaxed under his roof of all places. Though, the thought warmed him from the inside out, and his worry slipped away momentarily. It was late in the evening, and the low sun made Jack’s bronze skin glow.

Jack suddenly was looking back again.

Nope, nope ceiling watching it was.

In the slowing time, so similar to The Balcony, Jack mumbled, “You’re not just going easy on me because you don’t want Lizzie upset, are you?”

“No,” James denied resolutely, and somewhat shyly added, “I know just as well as her and Will that you are a good man.”

Jack hummed skeptically, yet grinned. “I think you just like me,” he teased, “Got a soft spot for lil’ ol’ Jackie?”

James glared. He’d scoff if he was more inclined to outright lying.

“You can’t keep abusing my good will, you know,” he changed the subject, “and stupidly risking your neck returning to port royal again and again. One day you won’t escape and there will be nothing I can do for you.” There was a pleading edge to his voice. “What if that was today, you lunatic?” He added.

“But you’re forgetting one thing,” Jack whispered conspiratorially, smiling, “I’m Captain Jack Sparrow.”

James scoffed, “And that arrogance is why you’re collapsed on my living room floor.”

For a moment the two just breathed, Jack not knowing how to respond, James growing more anxious in the silence.

James blindly fumbled for Jack and curled his fingers around his wrist.

“Jack, you’re the only man on earth who understands. I-I can’t…” he could not finish. Admitting so much was mortifying.

Gingerly, Jack slipped out of his hold, but only to take his hand in his own instead.

“I’ll be more careful,” Jack murmured. His thumb brushed over the back of James’s hand.

James savoured the touch.

“Drink?” Jack offered.

Now, James had a full wine cabinet that had gone untouched for months. He could have gotten up and shared a bottle with him, as he should have as the host in this situation. But that was the problem, wasn’t it? He’d have to move.

They knew instinctively this delicate bubble of time and space should not be disturbed.

So James nodded and Jack pulled out a full flask of rum from his deep coat pocket.

They shared stories back and forth like how they traded the flask. Misadventures as a midshipman, even more in his early years as a lieutenant, tales of childhood friends, times he made improvisations that would impress any pirate honestly, stories that humanised the commodore to just be James. And Jack rightfully teased him for it while sharing his own, much less believable but equally true, stories.

James took another sip as the flask was passed to him. As liquor always did, it loosened their tongues and James found the question spilling out of him before he could think it through.

“Do you think you could ever love someone that way? Want romance?” He said, passing back the flask. Maybe hearing it confirmed would stifle his growing feelings, and his even more stubborn, deceitful hope. He could handle a rejection if he simply wasn’t capable of reciprocating, like men who strictly liked women.

Jack hesitated. “Actually…” he started nervously.

Oh no.

“There was someone once,” he admitted sheepishly.

Damn it.

“That was many years ago. So I know it’s not impossible for me, but it’s incredibly rare and I hardly remember what it’s supposed to feel like now,” Jack rambled off quickly. Attempting to take a large swig from the flask, only to find it empty, he frowned (pouted).

After a breath, James asked gently, “What were they like?”

Silence threatened to swallow them, James internally panicking that he had overstepped, but Jack eventually answered.

“…He was my best friend,” Jack said with bittersweet fondness. “I thought… He was reliable and one of the only people I really trusted. He only liked women, but for some reason I thought maybe I could be an exception,” Jack confessed. Flimsily disguising the pain remembering brought, Jack’s voice was laced with false casualness as he continued. “When we were at sea for long enough, he seemed to cave in and we’d satisfy each other. He always approached me first and… and he always stayed afterwards… A real cuddle bug.” Tortuously nostalgic, Jack smiled. If for only a second. “So I, uh… confessed,” he said, barely louder than a breath, but James caught it.

Listening intently, James stayed silent. Though Jack could still tell what question was rattling around in his head.

“Didn’t go well, of course, he was completely disgusted. I’ll be the first to admit how stupid that was. He had a lady love and a kid an’ everything back on shore… In the end, he took Barbossa’s side when my crew mutinied…” Jack’s voice fell away, and his eyes lost focus.

James realised they were still holding hands when he felt a tremble rip through Jack from the contact. He gave his hand a reassuring squeeze.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

“Not your fault.”

Jack smiled more genuinely then, however minuscule said smile was.

Running his words through his head again, James couldn’t help being swept up in a tide of anger. It was all too familiar; a story he already knew too intimately.

“Why is it that it’s justifiable for two men to sleep together on long voyages, but as soon as you want—” James almost growled in frustration: he couldn’t think of the right word, “—want more it’s suddenly wrong?”

“It’s not,” came Jack’s sure answer, not missing a beat.

Jack’s sincerity stunned him. He was… He might cry. He just knew the next time he attempted to speak, it could all come bubbling up.

“Did some navy bastard break your heart, Jamie?” Jack said softly, glancing at him.

“You could say that,” James’s voice wobbled. Maybe he would have snorted or chuckled at the edge of humour Jack used if the memory didn’t still sting the back of his throat like bile.

“H-He…” he stuttered. James sighed, pausing to collect his thoughts. He swallowed down a brewing sob and tried again.

“It was foolish of me. He only used me for his own gratification, but I thought if I pushed through it and gave him what he wanted, maybe, he would reciprocate my affection eventually,” Pulling away from Jack, he ran his hand through his hair. (Jack noticed how his fingers slid through the fibres without catching). “It’s not often that someone fancies me, so I suppose I was trying to make the best of it,” James sighed, “but I couldn’t take it anymore after a while.”

A tinge of green briefly appeared on Jack’s face. “You didn’t deserve that,” he said.

James had no idea how much he needed to hear that until Jack said it as if it was an obvious, simple truth. Jack seemed to have a talent for it. His eyes started to sting even more. “Every second was awful. I thought I was broken,” he said, biting down on his lip as it quivered slightly. Get a grip.

“I know the feeling,” Jack said softly, “The brokenness.”

James finally found Jack’s gaze again, whose visage rippled before him. Blinking away the pearling tears in the corners of his eyes revealed Jack staring back. His expression was carefully blank besides the way his irises swirled like the dark, open sea. Only, his eyebrows set in a determined line betrayed him.

“You’re not, Jamie,” he said with earnest conviction. “We can’t be changed and there’s no good reason we should be. Nothing’s wrong with us,” he insisted.

“As you’ve said before,” James managed to crack a smile.

“I’ll say it as many times as I need to get it drilled through your skull,” Jack fired back, grinning in return.

The tense edge to James’ smile melted away and Jack was suddenly struck by how beautiful James really was.

His eyes were like swirling clouds rolling over a turbulent sea, whipping the waves into a frenzy. Jack loved the way they ignited in annoyance like lightning. Though right now, it felt as if he’d been welcomed into the eye of the storm. It was captivating.

And James claims no one is interested? Impossible.

“Are you sure you aren’t missing any lingering eyes, Commodore?” Jack teased.

“I suppose the uniform does attract a certain kind of attention…”

“Sure, but you’re handsome without it. Especially without that stuffy wig of yours,” Jack said casually. He lifted his hand, and James forgot to retort as he curiously watched. Then his eyes slipped shut as Jack brainlessly carded his fingers through it. His calloused hands lightly scraping his scalp was soothing, if a little strange. He couldn’t recall anyone ever touching him in this gentle way before.

It was incredibly soft, Jack thought. The strands slipped through his fingers like water. He could imagine him growing out a beard and letting his hair grow out longer than what could reasonably fit under a wig. He could almost see him living on his ship, growing into that rugged look. Wondered how much better it would suit him than the clean shaven, buttoned up look. He wanted to rip those stifling buttons right off.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you without the wig before. Even at Will and Lizzie’s you were wearing that stuffy thing. You really shouldn’t hide your natural brown, it’s really…” As he heard a soft snore, Jack flinched and pulled away. “Jamie? James?” Jack shook him gently. Other than a small snore, he had no reaction. Passed out. He only noticed then that night had fallen, probably hours ago.

Without James to bounce his thoughts off of, the wooden floor was suddenly too cold and his elbow was aching from taking his weight. A chill breezed through the open window and the crescent moon left him little light to work with.

The stillness of the ground threw him off kilter.

And the sight of James peacefully asleep on the floor of his own home at the mercy of Jack Sparrow was truly ridiculous. Jack could never sleep that soundly. James should know better than anyone to never trust a pirate. Yet his chest moved up and down, slowly, like a rocking ship in a sheltered harbour.

Should he move him? Jack contemplated it. Carrying him upstairs to the bed, or to the couch a couple meters away.

That felt way too intimate. What would James think when he woke up somewhere he didn’t fall asleep and realised Jack moved him? Commodore Norrington tucked into bed by Captain Jack Sparrow. That would be strange. He didn’t need to make this any stranger than it already was.

Wait.

Why does he even care what James thinks?! He’s a navy lap dog— Jack doesn’t even care what other pirates think of him— okay maybe a little, but preserving his reputation is different than… wanting someone to see past it.

This had to stop. Why does he suddenly care about propriety? He’s a bloody pirate!

Still, it felt too intimate.

That’s too intimate? Not telling him your stupid sob story and complimenting his weirdly soft hair? You’ve already crossed a line.

Another quiet snore came from the unconscious commodore. Jack couldn’t help noticing the way James’s neck was at an odd angle that would be pretty painful by sunrise.

Jack sighed, already knowing what he was about to do and how idiotic it was, even for him.

He couldn’t just leave him.

Carefully lifting up James, Jack carried him to the couch nearby. James never stirred, already fast asleep. Jack positioned him so his head was pillowed on the arm rest. Spotting a throw blanket laying on the back couch cushions, he pulled it off and draped it over the Commodore.

The patrolling guards should have given up by then. Nothing else was keeping Jack there.

His heart dropped.

Rolling his eyes at himself, Jack slipped out the window and refused to look back.

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