#and only like. today. have i been able to open any wider than that

[roseverdict]

never take being able to yawn for granted

[specsthesecond]

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You wake up in the comfort of your home, snuggled in thick, fluffy sheets. Despite the cold, birds still chirp outside, advising you to start your day already. You stay in bed a little longer today, staring out the window, trying to get a hold of your thoughts.

It's been a good few days since you left that Orc's house, a few days to think about the experience and mull over what to do now.

You jolt out of your thoughts when you see, out the window, quick anxious scampering behind the snow covered bushes. Jumping out of bed, you hastily get dressed, fumbling with your boots, grabbing your trusty bow hanging by the door and a few arrows. You peek outside, sneaking as quietly as possible on the old wooden floor of the stoop, arrow already notched against the bowstring. You can only see the critters ears, twitching, listening for any trouble. It's either a rabbit or a hare, you hope for the latter.

You wait there for a good fifteen minutes, bow strung, waiting for the thing to move just a little to the left of the bush for a better shot. Your fingers burn on the string, didn't have time to grab your gloves. The second it hops slightly out of the bush, you let go of the arrow and send it flying right into the cotton-tailed critter.

When you step back inside your warm cottage, you make a beeline for the kitchen with the hare in your hand. It's quite a lucky catch, a large jack. You use this as an excuse, you actually come up with plenty excuses while you prepare a hearty stew. "There's so much meat here, it would be wrong not to share." "If I don't repay him, it'll weigh on me for far too long." "I need to bring him his flask back." "I need a good hike anyway."

Stupid rationales for the absurd idea you have conjured up. Nevertheless, you get out your fanciest ceramic pot and cook your best hare stew. You fret, far more than you'd admit, over how little ingredients you have due to the winter.

Come afternoon, you're trekking the woods, past the Human territory and into unwelcomed lands. You clutch the handle of the basket holding your steaming pot of stew and his flask tightly inside, which you filled with your favourite Red bush tea. This is just so you're even, and then you never have to think about this Orc ever again.

Somewhere in your mind you know that's not true, You'll never be able to forget what happened. You were content in your woods, pretending you weren't lonely, why has this Orc changed that? It was easy pushing the cravings down before, why is the hunger suddenly so present, so consuming.

You eventually step into the clearing where his home lies, Your thoughts continue to meander as your feet take you straight to the steps into his home. Now, you can't just leave it out for him but you can't just knock on the door and run away either...

You knock on the door three times, taking a deep breath and then cursing yourself for needing to do that. What if he doesn't want to see you again? Sure, he saved you from dying but that doesn't mean he'd want you in his home ag-

The door opens slowly, it takes you a minute to look up from the stone floor of the small veranda but when you do, it's those same dark brown eyes looking back at you. He looks shocked to see you, you expected as much. After a few awkward moments of staring, you hold the basket up with both hands, opening the top to reveal the red ceramic pot and his flask. He looks down at the parcel with a rather blank expression and it makes your skin crawl with anxiety.

You gesture for him to take the basket and he quickly, with frustratingly gentle hands, takes it from you. He takes a peek inside the pot, letting the built-up steam poor out and his eyes grow even wider, you can't tell if he likes it or not and it's killing you.

Of course he didn't want to see you. The last time you were together he woke up to you, a stranger, on top of him watching him sleep! Your face is hot with shame, you turn to leave but then hear him say something in Orcish, you turn around to face him. You're a little taken back to see the hopeful look in his eyes as he holds the door open for you, waiting for you to accept his invitation.

Timidly, you step inside. Being here again sends a shiver down your spine. The Orc gently rests the basket on his little (in comparison to him) living room table, then heads to the kitchen. He comes back with a tray of two bowls, two mugs and cutlery. It shocks you how easily you take his silent invitation to stay for dinner as you both set the table as if it's a normal thing for basically strangers to do. While he dishes up hearty portions of steamy stew in rather large bowls, you pour the red tinted tea into the two mugs he brought.

You sit down on opposite sides of the wooden table and dig in. The spoon, like the bowl, is rather big and made out of what appears to be a hard dark wood. As you taste your stew, doubts trickle into your mind. Is it not thick enough? Is the meat too tough? Do Orcs prefer tougher meat? Is it too bland for him?

The scrape of his chair on the floor interrupts your thoughts and you look up at him. He's scooping up more stew with the serving spoon and plopping it into his empty bowl. You stare at him bewildered when you realise he's already going for seconds. How did he even swallow all that so fast?

He notices you staring and looks embarrassed, like he's done something wrong. You shake your head lightly and gesture for him to continue. He smiles rather bashfully for an orc and plops another spoonful onto his heaped bowl. You hide the smile that creeps onto your face behind a hot mug of tea.

After the pot has been thoroughly emptied and your stomachs are full, he starts clearing up his side of the table. You go to follow, but he swiftly takes your bowl from you, sets it on the tray with everything else and walks off to the kitchen. For a second you sit rather dumbly at the empty table, the sound of splashing water comes from the kitchen as you look around the orc's abode.

Your eyes are drawn to a packed bookshelf in the corner, you try not to be that impressed that an orc would willingly read so many books. You imagine you would be pretty insulted if someone said that about you, and you know full well that reading is a lovely way to pass the time in such a quiet life as yours and his.

He steps back into the room holding two mugs of what was left of the tea, you suppose that means he likes it. He places them on the small table in front of the couch and takes a seat. He doesn't show any indication that he expects you to sit with him but you find yourself sinking down next to him anyway.

He picks up a little book on the low table and pages through it, it's green with bold Orcish on the front. You try to seem uninterested with what he's doing, staring down at your tea until he shuffles closer to you, pointing to a specific page in the book. You scrunch your eyebrows and lean closer, reading the text he's pointing to.

"Thank you."

Your breath catches and you read further down the page, seeing bold Orcish words followed by Human Common words.

It's a translation book.

You laugh (more like wheeze) in surprise and disbelief. The Orc looks nervous, looking back at the book to make sure he pointed to the right word. You gently take the book from him and page through it, searching.

After quite a while, you finally find it, in what you assume is the "Helpful phrases" section, and you point it out for him.

"You're welcome."

He lets out a hearty laugh and you grin at the sound. You made him laugh. His eyes crinkle, deepening the crows feet just above his cheeks, which seem a darker green than before.

After that, you sit together in quiet comfort, drinking the rest of your tea and peeking at the words in his book as he pages through the translations. The book is new, the spine isn't creased from use and the pages are still firm and fresh. Did he get this book because of you?

The thought stirs something strange in your belly and you can't tell if you should invite it in or reject it. Your eyes shift to the window near the door and you jump when you see the sun is setting. How has it been that long?

You rise from the couch and grab your basket, shoving your now clean ceramic pot into it. The Orc looks at you confused, looks towards the window, and then shoots up himself, quickly heading to the kitchen. You shrug your fur coat on at the door and wait patiently for him to return, basket in hand.

He returns with the same flask he gave you the last time you left in a hurry. He may be even more bashful this time he hands it to you and you don't need to open it to know what's inside. You nod your head again in thanks and he smiles wider than you'd think an Orc capable, if you hadn't met him, that is.

You walk out of his house, flask tucked in your basket. When you reach the end of the clearing, you turn around and there he is, standing on the veranda watching you leave. You hesitate for a moment and then give him a little wave goodbye. He returns it with his own.

As you walk through thick trees, you wonder if the nearby human village has a book vendor. Not for any particular reason.

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[lovelettersfromluna]

Dream Girl

Summary: Did you seriously think you’d be able to get over someone like Ellie Williams? Think again, dream girl.

an: I’m so obsessed with this series and the portrayal of Ellie, there’s just something about a small town romance that scratches the sweet spot in my brain. I hope you guys have enjoyed this one just as much as I have! Thank you so much for all of the support 🤍

Warnings: smut! MDNI!! 18+, tribbing (another tribbing fic by Luna?? Ofc do you not know me by now?), lots of kissing, sub!ellie if you squint, angst, mentions of another love interest, mentions of cheating, reader sucks Ellie’s fingers, pet names, unsure and closed off reader, pls lmk if I missed anything!

Read part 1 here!!

You watched from your bed as the gentle wind blew your lace curtains further into your bedroom, the birds chirping as the early morning sun slowly rose, cascading a warm glow into your room, making you squint your sore eyes with a soft groan.

With the slow rise of the sun came the constant reminder that you’d spent yet another night without catching a wink of sleep, lying there as you allowed your thoughts to carry you to places you wished didn’t exist.

Places of your ex wife, the bitter taste of your marriage still lingering on your tongue, reminding you of everything that could have been, everything that was lost due to lust.

Places of Ellie, the person who stole your heart first. You think of everything that could have changed had you not gone to the city, how your life's outcome would have had such a great shift due to one tiny change within the line of events that made up who you were, and what you did with your life.

It all leaves the whole in your heart feeling bigger, wider, swallowing up so much of the tiny organ that it almost felt there was nothing left of it.

It had been only a few days since the last time you saw Ellie, and the memories of that night still lingering in you brain, hanging heavily in your mind, stopping you from focusing on anything but that.

Because as much it felt good to kiss her, you haven't even been divorced for a year, and the conflicting feelings that you had for Ellie, paired with the newfound distrust and heartbreak that came from your recent marriage caused a storm in your head, heavy clouds swirling about in the confides of your mind and making it heard to think, hard to breath.

It was all just too fucking hard.

But you knew life was different now. You weren't a teenage girl that could run from confrontations for her own comfort. You were a grown up now, experiencing grown up situations that called for grown up reactions. So you knew that you needed to talk to Ellie, no matter how much it hurt to even think about facing her right now.

You weren’t even entirely sure where to start. Texting her was an absolute no, despite how much easier it would be to confront her that way, behind a screen would do a great job at cushioning the blow that came with confronting Ellie. Calling fell under the same category, she deserved much more than a measly phone call from your end with the intention of patching things up.

Which left only one option. You had to see her in person.

You sighed softly as you sat up in your bed, looking over at your phone resting face down on your bedside table. You hadn’t touched it since that night, avoiding the device all together in fear that you’d see any messages or calls from the worried girl.

So you aren’t surprised when you finally pick it up to see just that. Ellie didn’t pry, there were about three phone calls and four messages, all of which came across far too understanding and supportive for someone that had been kicked out mid make out session a few nights prior.

You inhale deeply before you open up your messages with her, and begin typing.

Hi

I’m sorry I haven’t responded.

Are you busy today? Can we meet up? I feel we need to talk

You practically hold your breath until she responds, which doesn’t take a very long time because the minute you send your first message, she’s read it and already typing out her message back.

Hey, don’t apologize. I was just worried about you

Ofc we can meet. Farmers market is opened today, you wanna check it out?

You don’t even realize it, but her messages are making you smile the second you read them out. Probably because of how easy Ellie makes things, how hard it is to make things awkward with someone as kind as she is.

That sounds great.

I’ll meet you there

Cool :)

Despite the small amount of anxiety that has alleviated when you’re finished texting her, you know this is only the beginning, the easy part of a conversation that will be much harder to have, much harder to explain when you aren’t even sure how to navigate your feelings as it is.

But there was no use in putting it off any further, so you’re quick to get out of bed, brush your teeth, haul on a pair of old blue jeans and an old band t-shirt and make your way out to your car to meet Ellie in town.

It’s almost impossible to have a sour mood in a place as magical as your little town. The moment you got into your car, the warm sun soaking into your skin made you take a deep breath, allowing yourself to clear your head for a second before making your way out into town.

Your mom was right, the sun can cure more than you thought.

You hadn’t even realized it was Sunday, which meant it was your towns tradition to hold the farmers market in the town center. You used to look forward to it so much as a kid, knowing it would bring out the best of the people that lived here, showcasing the talent every person had.

Some people sold clothes that they made by hand, pieces that could only be made with love and care, something you often missed seeing in the city. Others sold jewelry, so delicately crafted it was almost unbelievable that someone was able to create something like it.

But your favorite? Was the food. Different pastries baked by the hands of men and women, recipes passed on from generation to generation to continue to breath life into the traditions that made up your town, tying one another together with a single cake or pie.

It was almost like magic.

You catch yourself smiling as you walk down the strip of stands already getting into their sales. Your heart warms at the sight of familiar faces, aged but still happy. You notice new ones as well, like when you approach a stand you remember being up when you were kid, one of which sold your favorite sweet rolls.

Your attention is far too occupied with chatting up the familiar curly haired girl at the stand, the same one that your visit when you were a teenager, eager to her mothers famous pastures. You’re surprised to see that there’s now a baby on her hip sporting the same head of spiral chocolate brown locks sprouting from her head, giggling and kicking excitedly as you introduce yourself, grabbing the babies hands as you catch your with her mom.

Ellie had arrived not long after you, standing nearby as she smiles fondly at the way the baby quickly becomes enamored with you. Watching you play with kids was something that always made her heart flutter with joy.

You giggle softly as she hands you both pastries, giving her a nod as she begs you to come visit her and the sweet baby more often. You hum softly as you struggle to push both your receipt and your phone back into your purse, groaning softly to yourself as you fail to notice the sudden looming presence that falls over the, gentle hands opening your bag wider as they aid you in putting everything away.

“Here, lemme help you” Ellie breaths out gently, her voice alone making you freeze as your eyes trail to her body to land on her face that was suddenly very close to yours.

She chuckles when she notices you staring up at her with wide eyes, nodding her head down to your bag.

“Come on now, would hate to make you drop those” she hums as she mentions the pastries in your other hand. You blink a few times before you clear your throat, giving a quick nod before you push your things into your bag with her help.

“Fuck…sorry…I…um…” you struggle to speak, adjusting your bag on your shoulders as you watch the girl step back with a soft smile.

“No worries, you alright?” She questions, neck craning down a bit to get a good look at you, her own big green eyes staring into yours, making it hard to breath.

God, this was going to be much harder than you thought.

You inhaled deeply, opening your mouth to speak before closing it, looking down at the sweet rolls in your hand before outstretching your arm to hand one to her.

“I bought this for you…I figured you hadn’t eaten yet so…” you mumble out softly, watching as she stared at you for a moment before looking down at the perfectly packaged baked good in your hand.

Her heart warming at the mere thought of you thinking of her in that way.

She smiles softly before she nods, placing her hand on the small of your back as she began guiding you out of the small strip of stands.

“So sweet of you…c’mon, there’s some places to sit right up this way” she suggests, giving you a small reassuring smile as she leads you there.

Somehow it seems perfect. The sun, the birds chirping, the little shady spot that Ellie leads you over to, covered by the biggest tree with the prettiest flowers slowly drifting down from above. It’s truly something out of a dream….

It made you wish this was all a dream.

You let out a soft sigh as you sit opposite of Ellie on the wooden bench, your fingers toying with the paper the pastry in front of you is wrapped in. Ellie frowns as she watches you closely, knowing the expression far too well. She could see just how much you were in your own head, how the events you two shared prior lingered in your mind, making it hard to focus on anything.

You couldn’t even look at her, and she hated that.

She inhaled deeply before she reached a hand out, gently placing it atop yours.

“I hope you didn’t bring me out here to apologize…because you don’t have to” her words are soft, and sweet, and it makes your throat get tight because she shouldn’t be so kind to you after what you did, after the way you treated her.

You don’t respond, so she takes the opportunity to keep talking.

“I get that things are probably hard…and I shouldn’t even have kissed you that night…so I’m sorry” she tries again, and you scoff softly before shaking your head.

“Don’t…don’t apologize” you mumble out before you inhale deeply, finally looking up, only not at her, at the scenery around you both.

“I caught her in our bed, with some girl she worked with” you mumble out softly, fingers mindlessly running along the rough surface of the wooden table.

“I probably should have seen it coming….but I think I wanted things to work out so badly that I just ignored it” you shrug slightly as you explain before you finally look over at Ellie, who’s already staring intently as she listens to you.

“Ellie I don’t want you to feel sorry for me, or to think that I’m using my divorce as an excuse for what I did, for what happened between us….but I just need you to know that I’m hurting, and it’s just��.hard for me to open myself up to something like that again after what happened” your voice breaks as your emotions threaten to give you away, chin wobbling as tears pool in your eyes.

But you don’t let them flow free. You don’t want to cry anymore, not over this.

“I…I just need time….” You silently beg, beg for her to understand what it is you’re going through, what it is you’re experiencing.

It scares you when she doesn’t answer right away, her green eyes scanning your face as she takes it all in. It’s a lot, and you know that, but there’s a tiny part of you that begs for Ellie to do what she does best, which is tell you exactly what you need to hear.

She blinks a few times before giving you a nod, paired with a soft smile. “You don’t even have to ask….you know I’d understand no matter what”

You inhale deeply as you watch her, her gentle eyes, her soft smile telling you that all would be fine. It make your stomach churn because you feel like you don’t deserve it, you feel like she deserves so much more than what you’re giving her.

You two haven’t even addressed what actually happened that night.

There’s nothing more to do than to simply smile back at her. It’s weak, and it isn’t much, but it’s all you can mange right now.

Ellie smiles softly at you before she looks down at the rolls in front of you both. “As good of a baker that Mary Beth is….i think we need some real food” Ellie hums out softly before she swings her leg over the bench to get up, nodding her head towards a small diner nearby.

“Come on. Let’s get something to eat” she suggests, holding her hand out for yours.

She notices the way your eyes linger on her calloused hand, unsure of whether or not you should take it, unsure of what signals it would send if you did.

You were unsure of everything. Unsure of Ellie, yourself, your own feelings. Nothing felt solid enough to trust, and you hated that someone like Ellie could make you feel that way, even though you knew that it wasn’t her that was making you feel that way, but rather what happened to you instead.

She can see it, she can see right through you and for a moment her frown mimics yours before she it turns into a soft smile.

“As friends” she affirms gently.

She sees a flash of something ripple through your eyes at this when you finally look up at her, something she doesn’t want to read too much into, something that she knows she can’t dive into for your own comfort, and perhaps even hers too.

A moment passes before you crack a weak smile, placing your hand into hers before you nod. “Yeah…as friends” you manage to make out weakly before grabbing the things off the table, shoving them into your bag and leaning into Ellie’s warmth as she guides you to the diner.

Ignoring the bitter taste left on your tongue at the way Ellie assured you that she was your friend, and nothing more.

Your mind was in absolute shambles.

It had been a few weeks since the farmers market with Ellie, and truthfully all had been well between the two of you. You both ate together, talked, laughed, you were even able to talk about your divorce, explaining to Ellie how you felt, what it had done to you, and she listened to it all, nodding along to your words, giving you the advice you didn’t want to hear, but very much needed. For a moment it was easy to forget all about the tension that had settled between you both, the thoughts that plagued you were finally silenced as you allowed yourself to just simply be.

That was until you got home.

The second you were in your bedroom, lying there, staring up at the ceiling, memories of that night began to flood into your mind. You could feel it all so clearly, Ellie’s hands on your body, her lips pressed against your mouth, gasping for air, her tongue sliding against your own. Her words echoed throughout your mind, desperate pants and moans of how she needed you, of how you needed her.

You couldn’t sleep a wink.

It felt as though you hadn’t even talked to her, as if things hadn’t glossed over to where they were okay, a point where things were fine between you both. They were, but the feelings you had were still there. You thought that if you had at least talked to Ellie, explained to her what you were feeling, it would give you a head start on where to go with sorting out your own feelings.

None of that ever came.

Your body yearned for a moment of peace from the issues at hand, you wanted to feel the same way you felt when you were sat at the diner with Ellie, her laugh and her sparkling smile distracting you from the things you were feeling.

But you knew you couldn’t turn to her for a distraction, you couldn’t use her to occupy your mind from facing things that you’d much rather ignore. That wasn’t fair to her and it would only hurt you further in the long run, lengthen the grieving process of the death of your marriage.

You couldn’t do that to Ellie.

You could however, go somewhere that you knew would clear your mind the moment you were there.

The low hum of your car engine shuts off as you pull up to the familiar clearing, a gentle smile on your face as you can already hear the gentle stream of the water the moment you’re stepping out of the car.

The old creek was one everyone in your town treasured, a tiny glimpse of paradise in the confides of your backyard. It was where all the seniors would go for senior skip day, and where families would visit to spend the day with their children. If there was any place that the people of your town would be during the summertime, it would be the creek.

And rightfully so, the waters sparkled like nothing you’d ever seen before, the shady trees hiding the spot away like a secret that belonged to you and only you. You had many fond memories of the place, ones with your family, your siblings, your old friends from school.

Ellie.

You and her would visit the spot any chance you got, diving into the cold water the moment you were there. You could recall the moment you two first found out, thinking it was a secret only you two shared, just to find out your parents had been visiting when they were your age as well.

Regardless of the fact that it didn’t belong to you two, it felt like it. A small piece of the world that you and Ellie could call your own, sharing secrets there with one another, Ellie pushing you off the old swing tied up to one of the trees before she swung in soon after, diving in and holding you close to her chest as she promised you’d be together forever, for as long as you both lived.

The intensity that you both shared as teenagers often made you laugh. What a silly thing for two teenage girls to say who have barely experienced the world out there.

You let out a gentle sigh as you rugged off your denim shorts after setting your spot up. A small blanket settled down with your bag, your old camera and a few books, clearly having every intention of staying the entire day, swimming to your hearts content.

Once you’re stripped of your clothes, your body only clad in your old bathing suit, you waste no time in making your way down to the water, shivering slightly once your toes hit the cold water, wiggling them in the process.

You’re convinced swimming in the small body of water has to have some sort of mystical healing properties, because the moment you’re diving your head under, eyes examining the aquamarine world that is below the surface, your mind is clear. It makes you feel like you could live there, swimming amongst the different underwater caverns and the fish, creating a whole new world below as the little mermaid you always dreamed to be.

Your mother always told you she thought she’d given birth to a little fish when your father first took you swimming.

It’s so easy to lose track of time when you’re like this, floating around in the water, letting its coldness wrap you up and swallow you whole. It’s almost comforting how quiet it is, the only sounds being the gentle stream of the water, the wind rustling against the tree leaves and the frequent sound of the birds chirping to let you know that you weren’t alone, letting you know they were there with you.

You don’t even realize it but you’ve spent hours swimming about in the small pond, the grumbling in your stomach finally stops you for a moment to actually think about anything other than swimming, forcing you out to lay out onto your blanket and dry in the sun, occasionally popping the sweet berries into your mouth you’d brought from home.

The book you’ve brought with you also silences the outside world, allowing you to flip from page to page without thinking of anything but the regal characters that seemingly had much more to worry about than you. What a world it would be to wear uncomfortable dresses and attend balls in the hopes you’d find the perfect husband.

What would they think of your divorce?

It makes you snort to yourself, a gentle hum leaving your lips as you flip another page, unaware of the sudden sound of feet crunching against the grass slowly approaching you.

The high pitched sound of your name being called rips your attention away from your book, furrowing your eyebrows a bit as you cup your hand above your eyes to shield from the sun, trying to get a good look at who it was that was disturbing your peace.

“I didn’t think I’d be seein’ you here! What a surprise!” Lilac chirps out, her curly hair tied up into a perfectly styled bun, tight coils framing her face as she clutches her towel to her chest.

You hadn’t seen her since the night Ellie took you out to the Copper Cat a few weeks ago, the girl not lingering on your mind much as you had much bigger fish to fry. You were honestly a bit shocked that she’d even remembered your name.

You give her a gentle smile as you sit up, your legs folding to cross one another as you give her a small smile.

“Good to see you Lilac….going for a swim?” You ask her, watching as the girl takes the spot right next to yours, her blanket fitting perfectly up against your own as she gives you a confident nod.

“Mhm! It’s too hot…bless Ellie’s heart for sharin’ this place with me. Don’t know what I’d do without it” she chirps out as she tugs her own denim shorts off, leaning her in the cutest little bikini.

You know she doesn’t mean it in the way that it sounds, bragging about being introduced to the small clearing by your ex girlfriend, and you knew that it was only in due time that this place was mentioned to her by someone in your town, making sense that Ellie would do it first since that’s just the kind of girl Ellie was.

But there’s just something that tugs at your heart at the thought of it all. Ellie mentioning this place to her, the two of them coming down together, alone, Lilac adorned in another one of those adorable bikinis she had to show off to Ellie her gorgeous body as they play in the water together.

Something about Ellie sharing the spot you two shared with someone else that just rubbed you the wrong way.

You inhale deeply, trying to calm your nerves as you remember that this girl owes you nothing, Ellie owes you nothing and Lilac has been nothing but kind to you from the moment she met you.

Giving her a gentle smile as she settles down next to you, you nod. “It’s pretty great out here…I’m surprised it isn’t so packed. Seems we got lucky” you give her a nod before you sigh, turning your attention back to your book.

She smiles fondly as she watches you turn your attention back to your book, her neck craning down a bit to get a good look at the cover, gasping softly once she realized what it was you were reading.

“You read those too? I love them! I just finished the first two” she beams, a soft hum leaving your lips as you look up at the girl, raising your eyebrows at her comment.

“Really? Most people think they’re super corny” you pout softly as you turn the book over to look at the cliche cover, which only earns a firm head shake from Lilac.

“Honey I’m a hopeless romantic, I daydream more than I actually try talking to people” she giggles out softly, giving you a gentle shrug.

Her words make you chuckle softly, gently closing your book as you toss it to the side before sitting up to mirror her posture, crossing your legs as you suddenly give her your full attention.

“You’re a hopeless romantic? But…Lilac you’re gorgeous. I wouldn’t be shocked if you have every single guy here desperate to get a chance with you” you confess, which only makes her shake her head as she gives you a shy smile, gently shoving your knee.

“Don’t you dare! I’m awful at talking to people” she pouts out, her eyes dropping from her own as she stares down at the flowers on her blanket, delicate fingers tracing the patterns gently as she lets out a gentle sigh.

“If I’m being honest…it’s not the guys here that I want…” her words trail off softly, and it makes you pout softly as you eye the girl, seeing how whatever is on her mind is clearly bothering her, plaguing the girl just as much as what was on your mind.

You open your mouth to ask her about it, feeling bad about whatever she was going through, but she’s quick to shake her head and put on a bright smile once she looks back into your eyes. “But let’s not get into that! M’glad you’re here to join me today” she breaths out, her voice sweet and genuine as her eyes soften.

And it makes your heart rate finally slow down, seeing just how genuine the girl seemed, how happy she was to be there with you regardless of the fact that you were as good as a stranger to her than anything more.

You smile softly as you nod, leaning forward and placing your hand on hers, giving a gentle squeeze. “Don’t mention it, Lilac” you hum out softly.

If there was anything you didn’t expect to do today, it was to have made a new friend, especially one in Lilac. The two of you spent the entire day down at the creek, laughing together, swimming together. The more time you spent with her, the more you realized just how much in common the both of you had.

Being completely honest with yourself, she had more kindness in her pinky than anyone in the city ever did.

The sun has set, and the breeze blew against your warm skin as you leaned against your car, Lilac in front of you as she made yet another joke that had you throwing your head back as you let out a loud laugh.

“Stop I feel the same way! I always wondered what happened to him” you gasp out, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear as you lean back to shove your back into the passenger seat of your car. Lilac giggles softly as she nods, her arms crossed over her chest as she swatted away the mosquitos slowly began to swarm around you both.

“He’s still an idiot, some people never change I fear” she groaned out, a prominent pout on her perfect lips before she cocked her head to the side, smiling fondly at you.

“Ellie was right about you, you know? You really are somethin’ special” she breaths out, and it has your eyes going wide at the mention of the girl. It makes you realize that you hadn’t thought about her all day, not since Lilac had joined you.

It makes you wonder what other things Ellie had said about you.

You whine softly as you bring your hand forward to nudge her playfully. “Shut up….you’ll blow my head up” you warn the girl playfully before you sigh softly, looking over at the sun that was slowly bur surly setting, the once warm glow that casted onto you both disappearing.

“Ahh I should get going…we shouldn’t be on the roads too late” you breath out softly, turning towards the girl and giving her a small smile, only to see a sad one on her face.

You frown softly as you watch her, leaning forward and giving her hand a gentle squeeze. “Hey? You okay?” You ask gently, suddenly worried about the girls shift in her mood.

She lets out a gentle sigh before she looks down at her feet, kicking around the gravel below before she lets out a soft hum. “I know we don’t know each other well…but…I feel like you’ll be my only help with this” she admits to you, her eyes still casted downwards before you assure her with a soft voice. “Of course you can..” you mumble out softly.

She finally looks up at you, taking a deep inhale before she gives you a half smile. “I…think I like Ellie” she breaths out, as if she’d been keeping it held in for so long, as if finally telling you was letting a weight off of her shoulders.

Letting it off of hers and slamming it down onto yours.

You find it hard to breathe, because suddenly you’re shot back to the first night you met Lilac at the Copper Cat. Ellie’s hand on her waist, hers on Ellie’s arm as she whispers in her ear, the two of them matching one another far more than you felt you could’ve ever matched Ellie. You feel threatened, and it sets a fire off in your chest, and you feel like the world is crumbling around you as this beautiful girl admits her innocent feelings for your ex girlfriend.

When you don’t speak, she continues.

“And I just…you and her are so close, so I was hoping maybe you could give me some advice? Should I go for it? Do you…think she’d like me back?” She asks hopefully, twiddling with her fingers nervously as she watches you closely, awaiting your response.

You stare are her blankly, your body working on autopilot as you try to work your way through this. Seeing her that night felt like it might’ve all been in your head, especially when Ellie ran out after you and left the moment you were ready, but now this is all real. This is Lilac confirming that what you felt was real, and this was the reality of coming back to your hometown, more specifically your ex girlfriend.

And as you stand there, trying to figure out what the hell to say to this girl, you can only see someone doing the same thing that you’re doing. She’s a young girl, looking for love in this crazy fucked up world, and she’s unsure of herself. Someone as beautiful as her is unsure of herself and you could only wish that someone would have guided you when you were pursuing your ex wife, a third party bystander giving their advice and helping you through it all.

Because as much as it kills you? Ellie deserves love, and so does Lilac, and if they find it in one another, who the hell are you to take that away from them.

The both of them owe you nothing.

You inhale deeply before giving her a soft smile, nodding as you reach out to give her arm a gentle, assuring squeeze. “I think Ellie would be thrilled to be with someone like you, Lilac….you should go for it” you breath out genuinely, watching as the girls face lights up with joy with your confirmation, an excited squeal leaving her lips.

“I was hoping you’d say that! You’re an angel” she squeals, reaching forward and grabbing you up into her arms as she gives you a tight hug, swaying back and forth as she tucks her chin into your shoulder.

You can practically feel the happiness radiating off of her.

You smile softly as you nod, wrapping your hands around her as you hug her back before you hum. “You didn’t need me…you’ll be great on your own” you assure her before you pull away, giving her a reassuring nod.

She smiles brightly as she nods before she lets out a loud sigh. “Right…get home safe, alright? And text me! We can hang out sometime this week” she sings out as she gets into her car, giving you a wave as she begins pulling off.

And suddenly you’re left there all alone, with the newfound thoughts that are swirling about in your head. You know already that you won’t be able to sleep, not with the mental image of the two of them dancing around in your mind, forcing you to face reality, face the facts that time moves on with or without you.

But you were tired of being left behind, you were tired of being the last one to know things, the one broken heart in a sea of mended ones.

Driving off in your car from the creek gives you time to think, the cool breeze kissing your skin, pushing your hair back as the radio plays your favorite songs, creating somewhat of a perfect scenario to think things over rather than running from them.

While it all hurts, you know that there’s no use in standing in the way of Lilac or Ellie or whoever for that matter. Life would continue moving, and in that meant new love would be found, for both you and Ellie, it just felt like that wouldn’t happen for you in the moment, even if you knew it would.

But you were going to move on from this. And you were going to be fine, no matter how long it took for you to catch up with the tracks of life that seemingly always got the best of you.

There’s something therapeutic about hanging up the laundry on the old clothes line in your backyard.

You used to make fun of your mom all the time when she did it, telling her that there was a perfectly good dryer inside that would take less than half the time to dry the clothes than they did outside, not to mention less work when it came to picking them in.

However as you’ve grown older, there’s something so simple about walking outside with your basket on your hip, the gentle smell of detergent blowing into your direction as you pin up several articles of clothing, your white sheets, anything that you’ve washed, that tickles your brain in the best ways.

That, and the fact that these days you’ll take any task to fill your brain with thoughts other than Ellie or your ex wife.

Things had been fine. You spoke to Ellie here and there, dropped dinner off at Joel’s house that you knew he made sure she got some of whenever you made extra, you even made time for Lilac within the week as well. You’d picked up a small job in town as well, working at the cashier of a small floral shop that had been in town from you could remember.

So although your mind drifted to places you didn’t often like, life was fine. Life was slow, and life was good.

Lilac constantly gushed to you about Ellie, talking about all the progress they’d been making, asking your opinion on the girls behavior, which you always tried your best to help with. Although the strange thing about it all, was you heard nothing from Ellie about the situation. She didn’t mention anything about Lilac, not even when you brought it up.

It wasn’t long until you began distancing yourself from the both of them, knowing how hard it would be once they became official and you had to live life in a world where they were together.

Because although you were doing okay, the wound was still fresh, and you had to keep your peace.

You hummed a gentle tune softly as you continued hanging up your linen on the line, enjoying the feeling of the cool summer breeze against your skin, the dandelions dancing along through the air as they became loose from their stems.

The sound of your fence creaking open cuts right into your thoughts of housework, forcing you to turn around as you hang up another one of your sleep shirts, a soft smile on your lips when you catch sight of the familiar tall brunette walking into your backyard, both her hands shoved into the pockets of her denim jeans.

“Ellie…didn’t think you were coming over” you sigh out softly as you clip the end of your shirt up, continuing to hang up your clothes regardless of her being there.

“Was in the neighborhood….I thought I’d stop by” she breaths out, eyes taking in your form as you continue with your chore.

Her voice seems like something is bothering her, and you catch onto it the second she utters her first syllable. You know already why she’s here, to question you about your sudden absence, wondering if things were okay with you or not, worry clear in her tone.

“You…haven’t been around lately” she mumbles out, that same worried tone laced throughout her words.

It was just as you suspected.

You frown, thanking the task of laundry that hides your expression from her. It’s so much easier to lie to Ellie whenever you’re not looking into her eyes.

“Oh…I’ve just been uh…dealing with some stuff” you’re quick with the excuse, clearing your throat before you turn around to give her a soft smile. “I’m fine…honest” you give her your best attempt at a reassuring nod before you turn back to your laundry.

You have to turn away from her quickly, because you can see from the small glimpses you get of her that she’s frowning, and her brows are furrowed together with something that’s bothering her.

You hope she’ll leave after you tell her you’re fine.

But she doesn’t. You don’t hear her respond to your words, or even turn around silently to go about her day. You hear nothing behind you, only the sound of your white sheets wafting through the wind, drying on the line before you.

You frown when you look down to see your basket is empty, and the task of pinning up your clothes is no longer present to hide you away from Ellie.

So you need to get rid of her.

You inhale deeply, picking up the old basket and placing it on your hip, putting your most believable smile on your face before turning around, finally locking eyes onto the girl to see something that makes your heart sink.

It looks like she hasn’t slept, prominent bags under her pretty eyes, pouty pink lips chapped, most likely picked and bit at out of anxiety, a bad habit you knew she had whenever something was bothering her. Your heart tugs at the image, wanting nothing more than to pull the girl down into a hug, consoling her and telling her that whatever was bothering her, would be fine.

But you can’t. Because things aren’t the same anymore.

You inhale deeply before you nod your head towards your back door. “Well…I have lots to do inside…more house work…dinner” you explain, trying your best to hint at Ellie leaving without having to say so.

“Did I do something wrong?” She finally makes out, her words a clear plea to understand the situation rather than a half mumble that she’d rather not say.

It makes you furrow your eyebrows, watching the girl with a confused look as you try to understand her.

“Wrong? Ellie…I’ve barely seen you. What could you have possibly done wrong?” You try, confused of the sudden outburst from the girl.

Her eyes are stormy, hazy and hard to read. Her brows are knit as she looks down at the floor before looking back into your eyes, a prominent frown on her face.

“Why would you tell Lilac that there’s something worth looking for between her and I…why would you…” her words trail off, as if she wants to say more, as if she wants to persist with knowing why you would have done such a thing.

And soon it all starts making sense.

You wish Lilac wouldn’t have said anything. You wish she wouldn’t have told Ellie that you were the one that told her to go for it, even if she was the one that asked in the first place. You wish she would have just pursued Ellie without any mention of you, because was that even necessary? You know she must have done it to gush about you even further, the girl becoming enamored with you from the moment she saw you, and even more so once you two became closer.

But for the love of god…did she really have to tell Ellie that you were the one to tell her to go for it?

You open your mouth to speak before you sigh softly, your hands squeezing the handles of your clothes basket before you speak. “I….she spent the day down at the creek with me and when we were about to leave she told me she liked you…and she asked me if I thought she should pursue you” you explain with a shrug of your shoulders, which only makes Ellie scoff in disbelief.

“And you told her that was a good idea?” She argues back, as if it were the dumbest thing you could have ever done. She says it as if it were common knowledge to tell the girl other wise, you raise your eyebrows when she says this.

“Yeah? Why not? Lilac is…she’s fucking gorgeous Ellie. Anyone would be lucky to have her, and you should be happy I put you on with someone as great as her” you mumble out as you slip past the girl, clearly done with Ellie and this conversation as you walked up the wooden steps leading to your back door.

But Ellie isn’t finished with you, because she’s quick to follow behind, closing the door behind you as you make your way into your laundry room to set your basket down, your hands going to your hips once you turn around to see the girls built figure standing in your doorway.

“Ellie come on…I have things to do…you need to go” you huff out as you slip past her once again, going off into your living room to start on the dried laundry that needed to be folded, hoping that the girl would simply drop it and leave.

“You know I understood you the night after the show, and I was more than willing to give you all of the space you need, but this feels like you’re playing some sick joke on me” she’s standing over you now, watching as you try to ignore her in favor of some pillow cases that needed folding.

“Is pushing me into the arms of someone else your solution? And ignoring me until I’ve forgotten all about it? Is that the plan? Is that seriously what you think it’ll take to get rid of me?” She tries again, her voice pleading with you at this point as she watches you ignore her.

But this time you done, your hands drop to your lap as you stare up at her in disbelief before you toss the pillow case to the side, standing up opposite of her.

“I never had a plan! Lilac asked me a question and I was honest with her. There’s no reason why you shouldn’t be happy with someone else” you explain to her before you finally feel as though you’ve had enough, a huff of annoyance filling the silent air as you round the couch to slip away into the kitchen.

Before you’re fully there, Ellie’s voice is echoing off the walls.

“But I can’t be happy with someone else!” She shouts out, her arms flailing up inti the air before dropping down to her side, the sound of her palms slapping against her jeans before she sighs.

You stop dead in your tracks when you hear that one, your back still turned to her.

“How could I possibly be happy with anyone else when you’re all I fucking think about….” Her voice is tired, and it’s almost as if she’s begging you for something, something you are not capable of, something you cannot give.

Begging for you.

“From moment we had our first kiss….to the moment I said goodbye to you before you left for the city…I’ve only ever wanted you” you can hear her getting closer, slowly making her way towards you as you stand there at the edge of your kitchen, frozen, silent, unable to say anything to her as she confesses these things to you.

“It’s pathetic, and I’ve tried to suck it up for your sake because I know….you’re going through a tough time after that moron did what she did….but I can’t fucking hide anymore” she breaths out, and it sounds the same exact way that Lilac sounded when she admitted to you that she had feelings for Ellie those nights ago.

Your back is still turned to her, and you know she’s right behind you because her smell fills up your lungs and makes your eyes roll to the back of your head as you try to fight all of it back, everything that you’ve done, all that you’ve worked through from the moment you got home to get to the point that you were at currently.

But you feel all of it break the moment Ellie’s strong hand grips your shoulder gently, sighing softly as she speaks.

“Look at me….please angel…” she begs, her skin wafting onto your neck as she tries her best to fight the urge to grab you right then and there and kiss you.

When you finally turn around, her heart breaks, because the whites of your eyes are red, and there are heavy tears pooling at the edge of your eyes, making them sparkle in the warm light of your kitchen, looking so beautiful yet so tragic all in the same time.

Her chest tightens as she leans in to cup your cheek, fighting back the urge to groan as she inhales deeply. “I can’t…I don’t wanna pretend like I’m not still in love-“ you’re quick to cut her off, your tears spilling out onto her cheeks the moment you hear the word.

“Don’t…don’t say it” you warn her with shaky words, struggling to even speak with the burning sensation in your throat.

You don’t think you could handle it, hearing those words fall from someone’s lips again, the fear rising the moment they hang from Ellie’s, flashbacks of you’re wife at the alter, promising you everything and more before she kissed you and whispered in your ear that she loved you.

It’s scary, and it makes you feel terrified of Ellie.

Before she can carry on even further, trying her best to convince you that her words are true, silently begging you to hear her out as her wide green eyes stare down into yours, you’re cutting her off.

“I told you already Ellie…I’m not….i can’t do this again. I can’t give myself to someone like I did with her” your voice trembles as you explain, her vision blurring with tears as you try your best to swallow them all back.

She licks her lips as she stares down at you before she shakes her head. “I get it….I get that you’re hurting from what happened, but I can’t keep going on without you knowing anymore….” She starts to explain, both of her hands coming up to cup either side of your face, forcing you to look up at her.

“I’ve….god I’ve longed for you from the moment you left after high school. There was not a day that went by where I did not think of you for even a few seconds. And I’m sorry for what happened, and I understand if I’m just a childhood fling for you, but I’d rather you tell me that then try to push someone else onto me to distract me from what I’ve felt all these years” she rambles on, nearly stumbling over her words as they all bubble up to the surface, overflowing and dragging you down with her.

You open your mouth for a moment before closing it, looking far too similar to a fish out of water as you try to find the words to say. What are you even supposed to say? Are you supposed to lie to her? Tell her that you haven’t felt the same way? But now it’s different and it hurts to even try to envision yourself in a relationship with someone let alone pursue them? Even when it’s Ellie?

Your Ellie?

She watches as you struggle to speak, her eyes searching yours for even a sliver of hope that this will work, that her confession will bring you to a point where you can both meet, where things can be okay again.

And if they can’t? She needs to hear you say it out loud.

“Tell me you don’t feel the same” she deadpans, hands dropping from your face as any hope she might have had slowly drains out, fizzling out of her system as she watches you simply stare up at her, a mere shell of the girl she once knew.

“Tell me you don’t love me, and I’ll never bring this up again. We can move on from this and we can be friends. I promise” she breaths out, feeling the air slowly leaving her lungs, making it hard to breathe.

You feel the exact same way. You feel like the world has stopped around you both as images of your life swirls around your head.

There’s images of your ex wife, taking the privilege of love from you, ripping your heart out of your chest and walking away with it the moment she decided to cheat on you. It hurts, and it burns and it feels like something you’ll never recover from, something that leaves a wound so deep, that it will never grow the familiar leathery skin that it’s supposed to, creating a scar that acts as merely a memory for what happened, for what you endured.

And then there’s something sweeter in the corner, so small that if you pay enough attention to the hurt in your heart, you don’t even notice it.

It’s memories of Ellie. Sharing your first kiss with her, going to prom with her, spending late nights with her in your bedroom talking about the future, spending time with one another that will leave sweet memories in your mind till the day you die. It’s soft, and it’s easy and it makes your insides flutter with excitement at the mere thought of her by your side.

As you’re looking over all these parts of you, standing in your kitchen with Ellie and staring up into her eyes, you make a remarkable discovery.

You realize that if you try hard enough, the pain that comes from what your ex wife did doesn’t hurt as bad, long as you’re focusing on the feeling that Ellie gives you.

Because when you’re with Ellie, you feel nothing but love.

You lick your own lips as you stare up at her, inhaling deeply before you shake your head, feeling your throat burn with tears before you speak.

“I can’t do that….” Your words trail off for a moment before your eyes drift down to her strong hands, missing the feeling of her skin pressed against yours.

You slowly reach forward to take her tattooed hand into yours, your fingers dancing along the intricate details of the leaves on her wrist before you interlock your fingers, finally looking up at her as your eyes well up with tears for what felt like the hundredth time that day.

“Because I….feel the same way” you breath out, watching as her sage colored eyes glimmer with happiness, a gentle sigh of relief leaving her lips as she quickly moves her hand to cup your face, her other reaching down to hold onto your waist, pulling you close to her body.

“Jesus…c’mere” she practically moans out before she smashes her lips against yours in a passionate, love filled kiss.

You giggle softly, your hands wrapping around her wrist as you waste no time in kissing her back, arms coming up to loosely wrap around her neck as you press your chest against hers, reveling in the feeling of her lips pressed against your own.

You hummed a gentle tune to yourself as you mixed up the pitcher of lemonade, far too deep in thought to pay the bustling party behind you any mind.

One of your favorite parts about the summer time was the cookouts. There was something about nearly the entire town coming together at someone’s house, enjoying the warm weather, the bright sun and good food, that made your heart burst with excitement.

You were just about ready to make your way to your backyard with the others, when you felt a firm hand sliding against your waist, smoothing down over the fabric of your flower sun dress and pulling you into their chest.

“Don’t you think we have enough drinks baby?” Ellie hums out softly, pressing her lips against the base of your neck, making you giggle softly as you lean into her.

“It’s almost 100 degrees outside, Ellie…I don’t think too many things to drink is even a possibility” you explain before you turn around in her arms, smiling softly at the firm as you wrap your arms around her neck, leaning in to press a kiss to the corner of her lips.

“Aren’t you supposed to be on the grill? You better not burn all that food I bought” you playfully pinch her shoulder, which only makes her groan softly.

“It’s too hotttt….wanna be inside with you” she whines out, resting her head against your shoulder as she gently sways with you in the kitchen.

You hum as you nod, your fingers toying with the short hair at the nape of her neck. “I know baby….but your father will be very upset if he doesn’t have at least one beer with you…come on pretty girl” you hum out to her softly, your hands sliding down to hold her around her middle before giving her a gentle pinch near her ribs, which makes her yelp out as she pulls away, a prominent pout on her sun burnt, freckled face.

“Fine…but come out with me” she huffs out, leaning in to give your forehead a kiss before she makes her way outside, making you giggle softly.

You sigh softly to yourself, placing the lemonade on a small tray paired with some already filled red solo cups, and a few empty ones on the side that you knew would be getting filled up shortly after you brought them out. You had to move slowly with how full they were, groaning softly to yourself as you tried your best to not let them fall as you tried making your way through the crowd of people in your home.

“Oh honey let me help you with that!” You hear Lilac chirp out as she quickly comes behind you, pressing her hands against your waist before taking the heavy pitcher off of the tray, making you sigh in relief once you saw the girl.

“There you are! I was starting to think you wouldn’t show…” you pout out, smiling softly as the girl leaned in to press a friendly kiss to your cheek, which you were quick to lean into as well.

She giggled softly as she groaned. “Did you know that this party of yours is causin’ traffic out there?? Everyone’s dying to come, I almost ran out with the rollers still in my hair” she explains, making you giggle softly as she opened up your back door for you.

After everything happened with you and Ellie, you were terrified of what would happen with Lilac. You felt like you’d robbed the girl of something she wanted without even trying, even after being the one to tell her to go for it! Even after Ellie assured you time and time again that Lilac was always one to get innocent crushes on everyone, and that she’d get over it in no time, you were still scared that you’d lose the girl as a friend after just making her one.

You were quickly proven wrong when you met her in town a few days after, texting her and letting her know you had something to tell her. Instead of her being upset about you and Ellie, Lilac was thrilled. She grabbed you and hugged you, and told you that she even wanted to celebrate with you and Ellie, explaining that her crush was as innocent as could be.

And before you could even realize, Lilac had become your best friend.

You giggle softly as the children practically jumped you once they saw the tall pitcher of ice cold lemonade, frantically grabbing the cups and chugging them down before running off to play in the sun.

Catching sight of Ellie with her father and a few of her coworkers makes your heart flutter, and you decide to fill up a few more cups of the cold drink as you make your way over to them, a soft smile on your face.

“Lemonade anyone?” You chirp out softly, all of them taking them gladly before Ellie slung her arm around your waist, pulling you into her side as she pressed a kiss to the side of your head, carrying on with her conversation.

You don’t miss the way Joel smiles fondly at the two of you over the edge of his cup.

And later that night, when everyone’s left and the house is cleaned up, you lay with Ellie in your bed, the cool breeze blowing in through your windows, your bedroom illuminated by the white light of the moon.

You’re tucked away into Ellie’s side, your thigh hooked over her body, one of her hands rubbing along your skin and massaging your leg, the other looped around your shoulder as you stare up at her lovingly, your hand dancing along her t shirt clad chest.

“Did you have fun today?” You question softly, which earns a gentle smile from the girl before she looks down at you, giving you a slight nod.

“The best time baby….haven’t seen so many people gathered around for a party in a long time…you did good angel” she breaths out before she leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek, which makes you smile warmly.

But the warmth doesn’t just settle in your cheeks.

A simple kiss from your girlfriend makes it travel down your body. It warms your throat, your chest, your stomach, traveling all the way down until it settles right in between your legs, making you clear your throat to bite back a whimper.

Ellie frowns softly when she notices this, pulling away to look down at you as she continues massaging your thigh. “Something wrong princess?” She questions, slight concern lacing her tone as she watches you with furrowed brows, her expression clear in the light of the moon.

When you and Ellie first started being romantic again, she promised you she’d take things slow. Your relationship only went far as kissing, a few gropes here and there, but nothing further than a steamy make out session that ended once Ellie tapped your thighs and forced you off of her lap, fearing that she was pushing you too far.

At first it was extremely considerate of her. It was true, intimacy was a bit hard for you at first, somehow thinking of your failed relationship every time you tried, blaming your self for not pleasing your wife enough.

But as time went on, those thoughts were virtually silenced. You didn’t even have the capacity to think of anything but Ellie when her tongue was down your throat, the feeling of her big hands on your body, and her toned thighs pressed between your legs.

So now…God…you needed her more than anything.

You were almost embarrassed to even say it, but it was getting to a point that anything Ellie did was setting you into a frenzy. Just today, her toned arms in here wife pleaser and her denim jeans made your head spin, and your panties cling to your needy core.

Her frown deepened when you didn’t answer, the girl turning over a bit to better face you before her hand came up to cup your cheek. “Baby? What’s the matter?” She questions once again.

You finally let out a soft sigh, eyes fluttering shut as you reach up to grab her wrist gently, keeping her close as you avoid looking into her eyes.

“I….need you Ellie…need you so bad” you sigh out softly, voice barely above a whisper.

Her frown only deepens further as she stares at you down in confusion. “Need me? But angel I’m right-“ her words are cut off when she feels your grip on her wrist tighten, and your thigh hikes up her body further, pressing your core against her side.

Her eyes widen in realization.

“Fuck…” she breaths out, watches as your eyes flutter open to stare into her own, yours filled with want and need as your other hand moves down to hold onto her exposed hip gently.

“Are you sure baby? We can…fuck…we don’t have to…” she struggles to get out, eyes glued to yours as she watches you.

You shake your head before you gently pry her hand from your face, bringing her fingers down to press against your lips before you sigh. “I’ve thought about you every day since I’ve left Ellie…of course I’m sure…” you sigh out softly before you open your mouth, taking her pointer and middle finger into your mouth as you slowly suck them in, moaning around them.

Ellie lets out a soft moan as she watches you, feeling her own clit pulse against her underwear as she quickly grows warm with a need similar to yours.

“That’s my girl…fuck….been needy huh?” She moans out, making you nod before you roll over to straddle her, her other hand coming down to grip your hip softly, massaging your skin through the fabric of her own t shirt draped over your body.

You let go of her fingers with a pop before you stare down at her, a soft smile on your face as you move down to press your lips against hers, wasting no time in pushing your tongue into her mouth.

The kiss is slow, and sensual and dirty and it’s everything you’ve wanted and needed since your divorce. It’s nothing like kissing your ex wife, but it’s everything like kissing Ellie. The noises she makes has your head spinning, and it forces you to roll your hips down onto her, which makes her moan even louder into your mouth.

“Fuck…want you to…wanna feel your pussy on mine baby…can you do that for me?” She questions out desperately, her hands roaming your body, pushing her t shirt up on your to reveal your tits.

Ellie had it all planned out. She wanted it to be romantic, she wanted to take things slow and show you just how much she loved you, just how serious she was about you. She wanted you to feel loved.

Oh did her plans not go as planned, but oh how you felt so fucking loved.

You nod eagerly, sitting up and tugging the t shirt off, tossing it somewhere in your room. Ellie moans loudly at the sight of you above her, hands reaching up and cupping either one of your boobs, pinching and rolling your nipples between her fingers.

Once she’s had her fun, you climb off of her for a moment, tugging off her panties, giving her time to tug her sleep shorts off as well, leaving you naked and her bottom half bare. She’s feverishly tugging you back onto her lap, allowing you to tug her t shirt off.

And the feeling of your bare chest pressed against hers makes you moan loudly, your lips coming down again to press a needy kiss to hers, filled with tongue and teeth as you both situate yourselves.

The moment comes quickly, your legs slotted between hers perfectly, pussy right on top of hers as she stares up at you with low, hazy eyes, strong hands gripping your thighs and your ass as you slowly began rolling your hips so that your throbbing clit bumps against hers, making the girl beneath you moan loudly as her back arches and her eyes flutter shut.

“F-fuck! Oh my….fuuuuckkkk…that’s it baby…fuck yourself down onto my pussy…oh my….ha-fuck” she moans out, voice going hoarse as her strong fingers press firmly into your skin, sure to leave marks in the morning.

Your moans mix with hers, paired with the sound of your sopping wet pussies sliding against one another, a symphony of erotic love making that has been a long time coming. It’s like the two of you let out every raw emotion that had been bottled up for all those years you spent apart, her longing, your hurt, it all mixes together to create something of a beautiful love song that belongs to the two of you, and no one else.

“Ellieee…fuck! Feels…feels so good..” you moan out, picking up the pace as you feel your orgasm growing closer and closer by the second, your bed creaking with every thrust of your hips.

Ellie can’t take it anymore, moving to sit up as she grips both of your hips, aiding you in riding her pussy faster before she gives you an encouraging nod. “Come on baby…cum with me, yeah?” She sighs out breathlessly, staring up into your eyes passionately as she feels her own orgasm growing closer.

You wrap your arms around her shoulders, keeping her closer as you moan and whine, eyebrows furrowing with pleasure as you struggle to make it there, struggle to not let the pleasure get the best of you.

Your heart feels like it’ll just burst.

“I…mmm…fuck….Ellie I love you…I love you so much…” you moan out, eyes fluttering shut as you feel right on the brink of your orgasm.

“That’s my fucking girl…I love you so much baby…more than you’ll ever know…” she moans out to you.

And suddenly, you see colors.

Your chest feels like you’ve been struck by lightening, struggling to even stay upright as your orgasm ripples through your body violently, your forehead resting against Ellie’s as your arousal mixes with hers, both of your orgasms so intense, so powerful, it feels like it’ll kill you both right then and there.

The come down is hard, because it’s almost sorrowful to no longer feel the amazing feeling that comes with making love to Ellie, but the feeling of her strong arms wrapping around your middle and keeping you close is almost better, her lips pressing against your collar bones and chest as you both breath hard, the room silent compared to the noise that once filled it.

She holds you there the entire time, whispering how much she loves you, promising you that she’ll give you everything you could ever want and need.

And while you’ve heard all of that before, just for it to end in shit….

You believe her, because this time? It’ll be different.

[lostintransist]

Seamstress | Part 7

Check out part 1 here. AO3

CW: Momma drama. If you have a bad mom relationship like I do please read with caution. Also John comes home a bit broken. He gets better but not in this part.

John appears behind you as you are stepping into your shop. When his hand pushes the door open wider from behind you startle.

“Jesus fuck me!” You jump and spin, eyes wide and chest heaving as you confirm who stood behind you.

The slightly worried look on John’s face tells you he didn’t mean to startle you.

“Sorry dove thought you heard me.”

“Apparently my thoughts were too loud,” sheepishly you push the door shut behind him and begin to flick on lights.

Waiting for you at the counter with John is your jewelry box. It looks better than before if that is possible.

“I didn’t stain it,” John runs a finger down the side and you wish that digit dragged down your side instead.

Fuck, bitch you can’t be this horny yet, he just arrived. Apparently, the earth-shattering orgasm from your vibrator last night with the taste of him on your lips wasn’t enough. When did you get so greedy?

“Why not?” You ask as you fold your arms, not one hundred percent sure your bra would be able to trap your steel-tipped nipples.

Glancing from the box to John you see a soft smile. When he looks up at you it grows.

“I noticed how much you seemed to like the grain of the wood and seemed sad at the idea of it being covered up. A few coats of clear lacquer to protect it and it was done.”

“I love it. I’m so glad you chose lacquer. I would have been happy with any choice you made but this? It’s wonderful.” Leaving the box at the counter you waved John to follow you.

“I made you something as well.” Putting a hand on the nob of the door to the back room you spun. “I know it’s not really a problem, but you have complained about going into what you call “power meetings” with only your slacks or your fancy uniforms so I made you something that should hold up against scrutiny.”

John’s arms are folded, head tilted ever so slightly to watch you with the smile tucked under his mustache.

Taking a deep breath you twist the handle and step back into the room. You hung the suit on the wall directly in front of the door so you could watch his face as he saw it. You had paid a pretty penny for the fabric, thread, and buttons. They all came together so seamlessly that even your friend who was a tailor wouldn’t have been able to know a suitmaker hadn’t put it together unless he started to pull it apart at the seams. You had also purchased the silk for his shirt and made that by hand as well.

The smile falls from his face as he steps up to the suit and runs a hand lightly over it.

“Holy fuck.”

Glancing from side to side you bite your lip.

“So what do you think?”

When he turns you know why people like blue eyes so much. John’s blue eyes are enchanting with the tears rimming his lashes. They remind you of the ocean in the photos you’ve seen of tropical places.

“I can’t think of a gift that has ever meant more to me,” he chokes out around the tears in his throat.

“Do you want to try it on?” You suggest, heart fluttering in your chest.

“I want-”

His desires were cut off by the sound of the bell.

Turning you call out.

“Sorry, we are closed today,” when you catch sight of your mom.

The warmth that had settled over you like sunlight as spring breaks chilled to the harshest of winter breezes. Shutting the door to the back room, and your joy from your sorrow you face your mother.

“You didn’t come to Christmas,” she starts.

“I told Pop I would be going to Nana’s this year.”

“You’re still mad at me,” she pouts with her eyebrows.

Your mother had skills in expressing herself without making a scene about it.

“I am not mad, I’m done.”

Your mother stepped up to the counter, slowly opening each drawer of your gift. Snatching it off the counter you placed it on your working desk next to your sewing machine.

“What does being done have to do with not coming to Christmas?”

She’s pulling that mom tone again, trying to force you into a child role whether she knows it or not.

“I do not enjoy the way I feel while spending time with you. I do not like the comments you make or the fact that even when my brother is being rude I am still in the wrong. And I am done putting myself in situations to be hurt because you happened to get knocked up and produce me.”

She had told you once that you were a birth control failure baby. She had been drinking, you had been ten.

“I did not happen to get knocked up,” she sputtered.

Taking a deep breath you point your eyes at the ceiling and pray for patience.

“That is not the point of this conversation and I apologize for bringing it up. What I am saying is that I won’t be spending more time with you until we can go to family therapy. I’ve told this to Pop several times. I will send you a few options between us and will set up the appointment as well.”

“But I am your mother!” She is getting shrill, a sure sign she is losing control of the conversation in her mind.

“And I am grown. Now I have a private appointment I need to get back to.”

“Is this because of the comment about no one paying to see you naked? I’m sorry that you were offended by what I said.”

Your jaw works as your fingers curl into talons and your shoulders stiffen.

“I am not having that discussion here and now. Pick a therapist from the list I send you or leave me alone.”

Mom looks shocked, scared even, at the tone you use. She turns leaving in a huff and you open the door to the back to see John, shirt unbuttoned and eyes blown wide as if someone dosed him with drugs.

“That’s an option? I can pay to see you naked? Is a hundred enough?”

“A hundred?” You ask, confused but slightly hurt that he thought you were so cheap.

“No? Okay, a hundred and fifty thousand?” He looks desperate and hopeful and lost and like he might combust all at once.

You choke on your spit. Did that man just offer a hundred and fifty thousand dollar bucks to see you naked!?

All it would have taken is a glass of wine, a smokey look, and an invitation to bed and your clothes would have disappeared from your body like they never existed. Like damn you had high self-confidence, forged out of hate comments online and in real life, but you weren’t worth that much. Maybe John did like you like you liked him?

He stepped forward, mouth opening to form words when his phone went off. The instant change told you it was work.

“Dammit all to hell and may it never return,” he snatched up his pants from the cot and answered the phone as he moved it to his ear, snarling. “What?”

You watched as the soldier overtook the man. His back straightened as he tucked the phone between his shoulder and his ear beginning to work at the buttons at his wrists. Stepping into his space you took over the task freeing him faster than he would have managed. Helping him out of the shirt you fold it over one arm, watching as he disappears below his shirt to reappear through the head hole. You don’t offer to help him remove the pants but take them when offered without comment.

John doesn’t spare you a glance as he pulls his cargo pants up, sheathing the deliciously thick thighs he hides. When he sits to tie his boots you toss the clothes from your arms to the cot and kneel to take over that task for him. Tying them tight you stand and offer him a hand. He takes it, holding on as he stands.

Still on the phone he pulls your knuckles to his lips and turns the phone away from his mouth.

“When I get back, we are talking about this.”

It’s all you can do to nod before he dons his coat and slips into the precipitation of January.

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The last of the snowdrops are blooming when John makes it back home. Between the knocks at the front door and the vibrating of your phone from under your pillow, you wake enough to stumble to the front door. The door opens fully before your eyes do.

John looks haggard, as if he aged ten years in the three months he was gone. A full beard had grown in, the ends ragged and uneven. His eyes flick over you. No expression crosses his face.

“John? You’re home,” the sigh in your last word pulls him through the door and into your arms.

It’s too late for your mind to come up with reasons why dragging him into your room after locking the front door would be a bad idea. Stripping him of his boots and his pants you invite him to lay under the blankets with you by laying them atop him and letting him settle into the mattress. Crossing around the bed you join him between the sheets. Laying on your side you stare at him.

Something about him felt broken and you didn’t dare hold him and make it worse.

“What can I do John?” You ask the darkness between you.

The words settle on him like the ice blown around in the wind of the gulag.

“Tell me what happened while I was gone. I don’t feel real.”

You scoot closer to him in the bed, less than a handswidth between you.

“I brought your suit home. I missed you a few weeks after you left and had nothing but the photo from the party and your gift. My mom started going to individual therapy. We tried a couple of family sessions but the therapist recommended that she do some personal work before we attempt to do much more work on fixing our relationship. My brother called me on my birthday, which was unexpected. I bet my po-”

“I missed your birthday?” John’s broken whisper cut you off.

“Yeah,” you reach out and touch his pinky. He flinches so you shift your hand back, but before it can go too far his hand chases you locking your fingers together.

“When is your birthday?”

“Valentine’s Day.”

“You must hate that.”

The accurate observation surprises you. You’ve talked with other people who have birthdays on holidays, most Christmas and New Year’s babies hate it, birthdays on big celebration days that aren’t the big big ones tend to go either way but for you, it always felt required to have a date on your birthday. Were you out because your date wanted to celebrate you or show off for the table around you?

“I do,” you let out a small chuckle. “My brother was born on May Day, he doesn’t seem to mind it. When is your birthday John?”

“July second.” He pulls in a deep breath, “Will you hold me?”

Small and scared his voice pierces into your chest.

“However you want to be held,” you answer in earnest.

“Lay back?”

You adjust to settle on your back, fixing the pillow below your head. John follows you, as cautious as an alley cat. Once his head is resting against your chest, chin tipped between your breasts you curl your arm around his shoulder next to your ribs and rest your hand on his back. The shuddering breaths that start from him prompt you to keep telling him about what happened while he was away.

“Did you know your muppets came to visit me? They all brought in their own fixes and asked to use your cot. Every one of them woke looking like they had no clue where they were and agreed that they understood why you kept coming back for naps.”

You talk until you drift into sleep, but your dreams are full of stories so maybe you talk to John until you wake.

Part 7 | Part 8

Seamstress Masterlist | Masterlist

[thebreakerofchains]

Lights Down Low

A/N: So, I was listening to this song, and I was hit with the thought of Nesta and well...Less than decent thoughts. So, I mused to myself "why not?" and wrote this self indulgent one-shot. Keeping in mind that while I am a pro at reading smut, I am all but a novice writer of it, at best.

Nesta Archeron x Fem!IllyrianReader

Warnings: SPICY!! DNI if you are a minor.

Cassian had woken you up that morning frantically spewing about how he wouldn’t be able to go to training – you were barely awake let alone properly hearing what he threw at you full speed at those ungodly morning hours – all you got was that it had something to do with the Illyrian camp and Devlon and that he really would appreciate if you could cover for him seeing that leaving the females with Azriel being the only instructor was as dangerous as lighting a match near gasoline. And, if you knew something about Nesta, Gwyn and Emerie it’s that do they burn and blow easily. 

So, you decided you were in a generous mood today while you dressed up in your fighting leathers and headed towards the training area at the House of Wind. He also owes you one, naturally, and you had almost the perfect idea as to what favor you’d call in for that, you think to yourself with a wicked grin. 

“Good morning, ladies.” You say with a smile to your face at their already sweaty state, considering they have been here for forty minutes at most.  

Azriel gives you a once over from where he is standing and an inquisitive look, “I didn’t know you were joining us today.” 

“Nice to see you too, Az.” You feign an expression of hurt, “Glad to know you have missed me.” You had been on a diplomatic trip with Morrigan to Vallahan for a few weeks and had only recently got back as of two nights ago, and the only people you got the chance to see were Rhysand and Feyre for the report, and Cassian this morning as he groveled at the end of your bed for you to cover him for training. 

“I am glad you two are having a great time chatting away, definitely don’t mind us.” Nesta said from where she stood in a stretching position that looked about as painful as it probably was. “Should I ask the House to bring you some biscuits and tea so you can get properly acquainted?” 

You bite the insides of your cheeks in an attempt to control your grin from growing any wider. How you missed those snide comments. Not that Mor wasn’t stimulating company during that rather boring trip, but no one could entertain you so effortlessly like Nesta Archeron. 

Rhysand says you are a different brand of masochist for enjoying the blue-gray-eyed woman as much as you do. Well, you and Cassian, who also never shied from a mostly healthy banter with her – without dramatic repercussions, at least. 

“If you gave the same attention that you do us to your stretching you would see more effective results, Archeron.” I wink at her and she eyes me with a look I do not know how to describe other than ‘I will make you eat those words’; I shiver inwardly. 

I am distracted, or rather saved, by Emerie to my side as she groans out, “This is insanity.” She moves out of position with a deep intake of breath, and I see my opening. 

“Here, let me help.” I move to her sitting on the ground, silently asking for permission as I move my hands to her arms. She nods slowly in recognition and I start adjusting her sitting stance spreading her limbs wider apart and then holding her upper members up from behind her. My chest is pressed on her back, and I move my head to the side of her ear before asking, “How does it feel?” 

“Fine.” She breathes out low and quick. 

I hum, slightly puzzled with her reaction wondering if I am somehow making her uncomfortable. I look above her shoulder and see Gwyneth’s teal eyes gazing at us, cheeks red adorning a mischievous smirk. I clear my throat and get up from my position behind Emerie, “Now, you only have to keep it up exactly like that, and you will see that as nagging as it is, it won’t be quite an unbearable pain as before.” 

I circle around the field correcting the priestesses here and there, mostly giving them verbal instructions on how to improve their stances and the whole time I could feel a much familiar fire burning on my back. I was being watched. 

The training ended on a positive note, and much to Azriel’s dismay, the priestesses all left with a thankful and hopeful murmur that I should lead the sessions more often to which I just smile shyly at. As soon as they left, I start tiding up until I hear the swish of a small blade, looking back to see who my companion is, I meet the face of Nesta and her intense eyes as she plays with a dagger. 

“Can I help you with something?” I ask, mentally cursing myself from being that affected at the sight of her in training leathers. 

“So, this is how I find out you are back home?” She runs the blade on the wooden table where the other weapons laid, slowly approaching me, closing me in a lot like a predator hunting its prey. 

“I didn’t-” I start and she pauses me raising the blade to my lips, the sharp end meeting my skin with a blazing cold touch much like Nesta’s own. 

“I don’t care.” She eyes me in a silent dare to try and explain myself again. 

I for one, get so completely lost in her eyes and the smell of her that all I do is take one of my hands up to her face where a strand of her golden-brown hair slipped from her updo and remove it from where it laid on her sweaty forehead. Nesta sharply intakes air and I lose mine altogether, as if she sucked in my very breath to her lungs, her full breasts touching my own, her nose brushing on mine. 

“Did you miss me?” She husks. 

I nod gradually. 

“Hm.” She hums out, “Is that why you were feeling up Emerie at practice earlier?” 

My eyes widen at the implication, “I would never!” 

She merely grins wickedly to me, her leg moving between my own and I feel her leather covered core press down on my thigh. I let out a gasp, and she strokes my hair gently, “I wonder if you didn’t look for me because you were too busy with Morrigan. You did spend two full months with her at Vallahan – so eager to help, volunteering yourself like that – and we both know you don’t last long being on your own, don’t we, baby?” 

She blows soft air to my face, as if it would help me cool down. “That is absurd, Nes. Morrigan doesn’t see me that way, or any other female, that we know of.” I muse out. “Well, maybe Emerie if we are being honest, but I know better than to raise the question to her.” 

She presses herself further into me in a way I didn’t even know that was possible, I see stars and my hands find her hips in a possessive grip, “Nesta...” I mean to sound warning but it comes out a tad too desperate to be anything else other than pleading.  

“Yes?” She drawls out sensually, hips moving away and right before I answer she pulls them back down deliciously deliberate and steady. A growl leaves my lips and I switch our positions, her back now touching the stone-cold rock walls. “I thought you could help me out with my stretching exercises, unless that special attention is reserved for Illyrian females only.” She draws out and I swear I hear a hint of jealousy to her tone. 

“I can always make an exception for you.” I decide to tease her back, “If I am not too busy. You high fae do bend different.” 

“Oh?” She lifts one of her perfect eyebrows at me. “Care to elaborate, professor?” 

“For example, you are much more sensitive here,” I say as I slid a hand down her ass touching her inner thigh from the back, “than most Illyrian females I taught before.” I drag my hands upwards again, purposefully grabbing her ass and she lets out a small squeal. “Or maybe, that is just you.” 

She moans out, “You are right, just me.” Enunciating the last two words roughly with intent as she pulls me for a mind-numbing kiss. My grip to her back tightens and my other hand finds its way to the mess of tangled hair that was once her braid, deepening the kiss, she gasps in surprise and I take my opportunity to slowly enter my tongue in her mouth giving her lower lip a teasing lick before sucking on her own. At this point, we are both frantically panting, all I can see, sense and smell is Nesta as her nails scratch my back until I can feel blood coming out. I draw back from the kiss and she glares at me in her dizzy state, I give her a mirthful look and she seems to understand exactly where my thoughts went to just as I rip her top apart and am met with her creamy perky breasts waiting to receive my undivided attention. 

Wasting no time, I take my mouth to her left breast as my hand that was in her head seconds ago playfully twists and teases the other one, her hips still moving, relentlessly searching for any kind of relief and contact they can find. 

“I reckon you missed me as well, Nes.” I breathe out between my ministrations as I move to the right side and suck hard on her hardened nipple. She moans out my name, “Ah, Y/N!” 

“I want to hear you say it, Nes.” 

She looks down to me, and it’s like something snaps between us. I have fucked Nesta thoroughly and often for a while now, in many occasions – and positions – but never have I felt such a feeling like the one engulfing me right now. It’s like the time we spent apart left the thing desperate, as desperate as I was when I thought of her, especially in the night when my hands drifted between my legs and I would come time and time again at the memory of her. 

I move my head to her neck and with a bite I order, “Say. It!” 

She screams in pleasure and I pull back to look at her dazed eyes while she says, “I missed you.”  

I waste no time as I take her into my arms, and fly to my room, the House apparently ever attuned to Nesta had the whole ambient ready for us. From the corner of my eyes, I could see red candles were lit all over the place. The curtains were now closed and there was a dizzying smell, but that was no one else’s credit but Nesta’s as her deep arousal hit my nostrils. 

Her hands that laid with a tight grip on my back move up to plant a feather-like touch to my wings and I shiver out a moan, “Illyrians and their wings.” She breathes out teasingly. 

With a snarl I rip her leather pants off her finding her glistening exposed sex so fucking ready for me. I ghost touch it and she arches her back trying to draw my hand closer to her center, “How long do you plan on making me wait?” She lets out petulantly. “Weren’t two months of touching myself at the thought of you enough punishment?” 

I raise my eyebrows at her, smiling wolfishly like a starved madwoman, which I am sure is the exact definition of what I am right now. I lower myself, kissing her inner thigh leisurely, and she grips my head her nails scratching on my scalp. “Y/N, please, I need you.” 

“That was fast, maybe I should go away more often, it seems you finally gained some manners while I was gone.” I say before planting a teasing kiss to her clit. 

“Baby!” She screams. 

I decide to put both of us out of our misery and draw my tongue from bottom to top before closing in my mouth on the bundle of sensitive nerves, I hungrily move up and down, circling and sucking in different points and directions before moving one finger close to her entrance. 

I look up to what is one of my favorite sights in the world, her golden-brown locks sprawled on my pillow, body glistening with sweat, her forehead creased in pleasure as she bites on her lower lip punishing the plump part before locking her gaze with mine and saying, “I need to feel you inside of me, love.” 

I suck at her clit before speaking, “Only ever me?” 

“Yes, yes, only ever you. I don’t want anybody else. Just you!” 

I groan on her pussy, a low guttural sound that has never come out of me before as I insert one finger inside her soaking wet pussy. “You are mine, Nesta Archeron.” 

“Yes, I am yours, all yours.” 

I put another finger inside her, mouth working mercilessly on her sensitive bundles as she screams chants of pleasure, and I can feel she is getting close and I am not far myself, she takes one of her hands to my wings and strokes a particularly soft spot and I moan loudly on her pussy. 

“Cum with me, baby.” She lets out breathy, mind close to succumbing. I move my fingers faster, harder and she continues stroking the spot on my wings, my climax borderline here until I feel the knot on my lower belly tighten impossibly and in a blinding flash of life I come just as her juices flow out of her and I divert my mouth lapping as much of it as I can. Licking her clean, fingers now moving slower and softer to help her ride out her high. 

I let go of her, a string of saliva between me and her intimate area, she pushes my head upwards and I meet her with a searing kiss. Her legs engulf my torso pushing me closer before she bites down on my lips strong enough to draw blood, and as the metallic tinge of it fills my tastebuds Nesta says lowly: 

“If you ever leave me for that long again, I will hunt you down, and I will kill you with my bare hands.” Her blue-gray eyes locked on mine, daring me to protest in any way. 

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” I give her a slow kiss. 

She gives me a smile that bore nothing good, and I knew I would be in for one long, long night. 

[w3irdo666]

Manie De Posséder

Lucifer x Fem! Reader

You opened your eyes slightly, but even this was difficult for you. Your exhausted body lay on the cold floor. There were chains on your neck and legs that rubbed your delicate skin. It took you 5 minutes to get up and sit down normally, you didn’t have that much strength. You looked down, into nowhere. Your eyes were swollen and dry from the number of tears you cried. Suddenly you heard a familiar voice, whose laughter echoed throughout the room.Lucifer. A few seconds after the voice, the man himself appeared in front of you, looking down at you and grinning.

“Well, hello dear! You've lost quite a bit of weight, haven't you?"

His proud voice hurt your ears. You slowly looked at him. A slight wheeze escaped your throat, followed by your quiet voice.

"Why...are you doing this...? what do you want..?"

“Oh, darling, I already told you. I want nothing more from you than... your body. I’m only interested in your body..Ah, I remember when I first saw you... Ah, you were amazing."

You felt a burning sensation in your eyes. You wanted to cry more and more, but you just couldn’t anymore.Suddenly his smile grew even wider. “I made a metal collar for you so that you won’t run away!” After this words on your neck appeared iron collar that slightly choked you.

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You didn’t know how it happened. You were an ordinary girl at 25 years old. Work, study, nothing special. Life flowed like a calm river, without bringing any major surprises. You lived in a rented one-room apartment. you moved out from your parents as soon as you turned 18. Peace and tranquility, everything you love. No, you loved campaigns and parties, but you liked to relax in silence more.

It happened unexpectedly. You were saying goodbye to your friend after an evening walk.

"Bye Alexi!"

“Bye Y/N! Are you sure you don’t need to be escorted out?” The girl said as she opened the door of the taxi. You shook your head slightly.

"Don't worry, I'll be fine"

If only you knew that wasn't true...

"Well...Okay then, good night!"

"Night!"

Your friend got into the taxi and left. Waving goodbye, you began your way home. It was dark, not a single living creature on the street. Since it was already late, you didn’t think it was strange. And it should have been... Walking past a dark alley between the houses, you heard strange sounds. It was difficult to understand which ones exactly. At first you were not sure whether it was worth looking there. But nevertheless, interest took its toll and you looked into the alley. It would be better if you didn't do this...

What you saw there will forever remain in your head. You will never be able to forget it. Your eyes widened in shock and disgust. You saw the corpse of a man. A mutilated corpse. Whose flesh was being eaten by some creature. A demon. It must be a fucking demon.His eyes glowed bloody red in the darkness. His long fingers... or claws... you didn’t understand, but they so easily tore piece by piece from a person. Everything around was covered in blood. And the demon himself was in it. Because of the darkness it was difficult to see his appearance. The only thing you clearly saw were his horns, eyes and fingers.The scream was stuck in your throat. It was as if you were paralyzed. Every cell in your body was screaming for you to run away, but it was impossible to move.

"Like what you see?" Said demon in low voice, growling.You were so surprised that you saw the creature in front of you that you didn’t even notice how the demon turned in your direction. He licked his lips, covered in blood.

At that moment, you were finally able to control your body. Your brain started working again. You screamed and ran as fast as possible to your house. You blessed God for the fact that you decided to wear shoes that weren’t with thin heels today. You ran as fast as ever. Adrenaline played in your veins. Having reached the house, you quickly ran inside, slamming the door behind you and closing it with all the locks. You sat down, leaning your back against the door. You never really believed in God and didn’t know a single prayer, but this situation has forced you to change your overall outlook.

Waking up the next day, you thought that it was your drunken imagination that drew this creature. Still, you drank well yesterday, but the bloody footprints on your porch proved the opposite. They were not like human ones... and definitely not like yours... You began to see the silhouette of this demon everywhere. One morning you were doing your makeup before university and saw him in the reflection behind you. Now you were able to see him better. Not very tall, white skin, sharp teeth visible in a big grin. Short blond hair and a white suit. He stood behind you, grinning. “See you later” Someone’s voice said in your head before you lost consciousness. You didn’t know how long you lay unconscious when you opened your eyes, but looking at the clock you realized that 3 hours had passed. Fuck.

One day, his sudden appearances drove you crazy. You hadn’t slept for a week. The lights were on in the whole house all day. There wasn’t a single dark place. You felt like you were going crazy. You didn’t leave the house. You forgot what a calm life looks like. Two weeks later, you began to be afraid of every rustle. You did not allow yourself to fall asleep for a second, after one day you accidentally dozed off and he came to you in a dream.After wich you woke up in fear, sweating.

Your madness got to the point that you once even brought a priest to illuminate your house. The demon's reaction to this was... not good. He began to scare you even more often, the presence of the priest only angered him. One day you were surfing the Internet looking for a way to get rid of the demon. You found some kind of ritual, hope finally appeared in your eyes. You searched the whole house to prepare everything for the ritual. A knife, candles, an old notebook.

One evening you started the ritual. You placed the candles in a certain order, building a pattern, lit them, just as they said in the instructions for the ritual of expulsion. You drew a circle with salt on the floor and sat inside it. You were afraid. You were afraid of what might not go well. so. You were afraid that nothing would work out... Taking the knife in your hands, you made an incision on your finger. It hurt.

You wrote Latin words on the floor with your blood.You began to cast the spell. You felt the atmosphere in the room change.You heard someone's low groan. His groan.You closed your eyes in fear and folded your hands in prayer.You suddenly felt a burning pain inside, but you did not dare to open your eyes. And time, like thin ice, seemed to freeze before your eyes. "Did you think that your stupid exorcism would save you?"

...

It was his voice.Ritual didn't work.

......................................................................................................

“I liked the way you tried to banish me back to hell.. And with blood you drew a protective sign on the floor.”

Lucifer leaned down, looking at you. Frightened, chained, pathetic.He crouched to you and took your chin with a tight grip.

"And every mortal, seeing fear, is ready to understand you..."

You closed your eyes and tried to turn your face away, but Lucifer’s grip was too strong.He moved his face to your ear.

“But you’re the only one who couldn’t understand what you did wrong.” He whispered into your ear with cold, almost sharp as a knife, voice.

Notes: Well...i hope y'all liked this one! (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠)

[0oolookitsme]

Falling in Love

Type- One-Shoty Blurb

Verse- Singer!Harry x Ceo!Y/n

Word Count- 1.3k

Warnings- Just sweet, sweet fluff and a very light description of the anxiety that comes with falling in love.

A/N- This one, y'all, is a special one.

This fic celebrates more than one occasion. I published my first ever fic on this site on July 20, 2021. And this is also a goodbye to The Love On Tour which ends today, July 22. I chose (Singer!Harry x Ceo!Y/n) for this, because it is the first universe I ever created, and Harry is a singer in this au, so that kind of fit as well. Also, you people never failed to show your favouritism when it came to any fic I posted in this 'verse -- I love you, and thank you so much for that. I'll be honest, this isn't the original the fic I wanted to post today, but I had to because somehow, I wasn't able to finish it in time. Maybe by the next weekend I'll have it finished, don't mark my words on that though.

So, I really hope you enjoy this fic, which depicts a scene from (Singer!Harry x Ceo!Y/n)'s early stages of relationship, when they'd just started falling in love.

I love you and thank you, a LOT ;) -A.

A little out of breadth Y/n climbed in her car, immediately turning on the AC on full. It was a melting hot day in New York, and she couldn't be more frustrated.

Sitting in the car, she switched on her mobile data for her playlist to start singing. But just as she hit play, a text from Harry popped up on her screen, a smile stretching out on her mouth just in time. She scrolled down her notification bar to see what it was, and it made her sad, the fact that she couldn't smile any wider.

Obviously, he was trying to make her insides churn -- why else would he ask her: 'would you like some croissant, mon chouchou?' Her nose scrunched up as she let her head hit the headrest of the seat, trying to swallow down her screech of giddiness.

With fists clenched tight because there was no other way she could express her ecstasy right now, she allowed herself to open her hand and loosen-up her jaw. 'I'd very much love some! Where are you right now?' She texted back, hoping she could pick him up.

Driving out and straight onto the main lane, she stopped about mid-way through, the street packed with cars and bikes.

Y/n looked up once again, to make sure the traffic light really was red, and right as she was about to look back down, they turned green -- and this is the first time she's been mad about that. Tossing her phone on the passenger seat as she turned her car on the left, she hoped that Harry would reply before she reached the U-Cut.

And while her full attention was on the road, she couldn't help but look at her phone screen from the corner of her eyes. Should she just call him? She slowed down her speed, waiting and waiting and immediately stopping on the side of the lane when he finally texted back: 'Cornelia Street, why?'

Her whole face scrunched up in confusion, as she quickly typed: 'what the hell?' She hit send too quickly, but still kept on typing. 'it's like an hour away! how are you gonna make it? the metro-station will shut down soon!' She texted him again, starting her car again to start driving.

The quicker she reached him, the better. She just hoped that she wouldn't have to stop at a red light again.

'I dunno... maybe get an Uber?' Her screen lit up with his text. 'Anyways, which one do you want?' He texted again, this time attaching 2 photos.

Y/n lightly shook her head, not able to believe that she's going to be driving for an hour to pick up this weird man she seems to have developed a huge crush on, when all she wanted to do leaving the office was to pass out on the lovely forest green sofa in her living room. And she only gets more confused when she sees her phone light up from the corner of her eyes again.

'Pick up whichever one you're eating, H' she sent him a voice message, not careless enough to text him that while driving at this speed. But just as she turns on the next road, a groan rumbles from the back of her throat when she sees another traffic-jam. It sure isn't as hideous as the previous one, but it's making her late, nevertheless.

Rien Que Toi et Moi started playing on low volume in the car as she picked her phone again, going straight to the text Harry had sent her.

'okay, you're clearly too busy to type 'gruyere croissant'. So, I will buy it for you even though I'm taking a chocolate one' was the first text, and the next one made her grin quite wide in slight embarassment. It said, 'Cause someone needs to be sweet to keep your salty ass sane'

'Don't get all grumpy with me now, we both know you can't live for even a day without salt' she texted back, chuckling already. 'And don't book any taxi, I'm on my way to pick you up!' She wrote again, now suddenly embarrassed.

This time, she threw her phone on the seat for once and for all, determined to stop only when she's on Cornelia Steet.

And as she drove, her mind was still on Harry. It hadn't escaped her, the fact that he remembered her favourite croissant, and knew she wanted that one only, even when she didn't say so. She knows that he too knows he'll be eating half of hers and then offer her a half of his'. Staying with her, he'd grown to like a lot of her favourites.

But what he's surely got to notice, is that a lot of his favourites, are now Y/n's as well. It's more than often that she's caught doing things that he loves to do, learning about things that he always talks to her about. And she remembered something flashing in his eyes when she told him that she's only doing it so that she can chat a little more about it with him.

Driving with her window rolled down, Y/n slowly and slowly felt herself calming down and little by little, falling for Harry -- with his little quirks and habits that make him who he is. But still there was a slight tightness in the midst of her chest that frightened her, a little alarm that always went off blaring every time her eyes landed on Harry, screaming at her to turn around, that she still had time, and her heartrate would go impossibly high.

But she knew, she had nothing to lose. The most that could happen was that he'd break her heart and people will stop murmuring about how she's got some colour in her face and a small smile on her mouth every time she walked by. And the gossips about her being cold-hearted would return. She didn't have anything more to lose and for some weird reason whenever she saw Harry, something inside her, maybe her heart, pointed at him and whispered without a pause in her ears, 'that's the one, that's the one.'

It's when she passes the board-sign with 'Cornelia Street' written across it that she parks on the side of the lane again. Picking up her phone, she texts Harry 'I'm in front of the 'Books and Lattes' cafe. Where are you?'

And it was like Harry was already on his phone because he responded right away. 'Should be visible on the first zebra-crossing you stop at!' his text said, and all of a sudden, a hint of giddiness bubbled inside her at the realization that finally she'll be seeing him.

And Y/n did see him, just as she slowed down as she neared the crossing. She looked to her left fist, out the passenger side window and in a split second her eyes found the pair of forest-green eyes that she longed to take a walk in all the damn time.

His Cheshire-cat grin so charming, it felt as though he had aimed it straight at heart, as he walked towards her. And just to poke fun at him, she didn't unlock the door -- rolling down the window instead. He waved at her with a dimpled smile, just a few steps away and as he went to open the door, "hey there, beau" she teased.

Harry rested his elbows on the sill, looking at her with a mockingly intense gaze. "Lose your croissant or unlock the door," he said quickly and laughed at her groan as he went to sit beside her. "I'm hurt that you'd choose a croissant over me!"

"I'm surprised that you're surprised," Y/n said, while backing up just a bit to turn into the other lane.

She heard him sigh and then saw him dramatically rub his forehead. "Disappointed, but not surprised," he said.

"Oh, c'mon darling-"

"I'm not your darling when 'm pissed at you!"

Letting out an amused laugh, she intertwined their hands in the heat of the moment, and that same old alarm went off blaring. "Now look who's being salty," she stated as a matter of fact, shaking her head when Harry muttered, 'you're never going to let that go, are you?'

And somewhere on the inside, a little voice in her head mumbled, "uh oh, I'm falling in love."

Tagging: @reveriehs &lt;3 MASTERLIST :)

[skymar13]

Hey!

Just an idea… Aizawa x pro hero!reader with the reader being the sister to Oboro Shirakumo and both Aizawa and reader finding out oboro’s body is a vessel as “Kiriogiri” to the LOV.

I really enjoy this idea… havnt done Aizawa so you get a star. Not proof read because I don’t like rereading my own work but I will sooner or later.

:angst

Shouta Aizawa x oboros sister! Fem! Reader

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You were confused, truth be told all three of you were. The safety comity specifically requested for you your husband and hizashi to be escorted to tartarus. You were annoyed truely you were. You had things to do and papers to grade.

“Excuse me but what exactly are we doing here? We’re busy people we don’t have enough minutes in the day to spend doing busy work” you rolled your eyes as you felt shouta grasp your hand signaling for you to stop whining.

“Loud Cloud, you’ve been specifically requested, for what I am not authorized to disclose.” The guard said with a touch of nervousness in his voice. You were known to be quite a blunt and let’s just say difficult person.

“Yeahyeah cmon [name] you know there’s gotta be something totally important if they want to deal with you!” Hizashi said in his usually loud voice with his pointer fingers.

“Yeah like they’d willingly face your wrath.” Shouta said with a barely noticeable smirk.

“I hate you both.” You said as you turned around the corner the guard pressed his key to the reader that opened another door. There were two more guards standing on the opposite side who requested any items you had. You and Shouta only had your phones keys wallets while Hizashi dumped out years worth of gadgets.

“Cleared proceed. Follow me.” The female guard said walking down another large stretch of hallway and at the end awaited the police captain the head of the prison and the safety comity lady.

“Hello Eraserhead, loudCloud and present mic. It’s wonderful to have you, but before you go in we must disclose some information about the prisoner we’ve brought you to see.” The lady said.

“Inside we have the infamous Leage of villain member kurogiri, he was formally known as someone all three of you were well acquainted with, now we must brace you for this particular piece of information” sherif relented and I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. All three of us nod side eyeing each other as I grab onto shoutas hand.

After a pause he continues “we’ve found out that kurogiri is a nomu of sorts and the vessel is oboro shirakumo” I felt my breath get stuck in the back of my throat and eyes widen.

“My brothers been dead. That’s impossible.” I said my voice slightly raised.

“I saw him with my own eyes that cant be.” Shouta voiced barely above a whisper his eyes wider than mine.

“No way man he can’t be alive, it’s just not possible.” Hizashi yelled eyebrows etched into a deep pinch

“That’s what we thought too, but we’ve confirmed that is him.” Sherif confirmed. “We’ve brought you here today to se if you’d be able to tap into Shirakumo’s conciseness and bring him back” the comity lady sighed

My head felt dizzy and my hands started shaking I couldn’t believe it. ‘I saw him die, I caused his death.’ I thought u til I was pulled out by my husband grabbing my hand and squeezing it tightly.

Without another word they opened the door to his cell. There were three chairs and a small table that had water bottles and tissues placed on it. They pulled Shouta aside while me and Hizashi took our seats. I stared at the figure in front of me behind the glass.

“They’ve rid him of everything Zashi, they took his eyes, his freckles, his smile.” My eyes watered as I took in his appearance. A figure you’ve come acquainted with as you’ve caught him before.

“I know” zashi said quietly and Shouta walked in sitting on the last seat quickly activating his quirk.

Hizashi was the first to speak. Begging oboro to give a response that he was still in there to no avail. Then Shouta tried he gave a heart breaking speech about his teachings and how much he affected his life to no avail.

“My name is kurogiri. I am here to assist to master Shigaraki” was all he said in response to them.

“Do you remember when we had began at UA, in our first year I wanted to give up? I tried to quit and drop out but you never let me! You said I had such a bright future as a hero, that I had a smile that’d heal the world.” I yelled into the glass. “Truth be told you saved me! You were my brother but before that you were my hero! I prayed every night that it was a dream or cried that I should have been the one to die that day not you. I won’t give up on you because you never gave up on me. I am a hero because you were mine. My hero.” I hadn’t even noticed that I was crying or that I had stood up until Shouta pulled me into his side. “I wanted to be like you for so long. I coppied your hair color and practiced my smile in the mirror, hell I even took your hero name. You’re still my oboro” I finished tears pooling on the ground

“My name is kurogiri. I am here to assist master shigaraki” was all he said in response.

“No your name is Oboro shirakumo. You’re my brother.” I whispered looking into his void of a face.

“[name] sit down it’s going to be okay, it’s going to be okay” my husband tried to reason but I couldn’t my body wouldn’t let me do anything.

“We’re done here, we’ve tried everything it’s not going to work” Shouta yelled towards the door and the prison keeper opened the door.

I was still sobbing and for a split second I felt that oboro had came through I couldn’t tell you how or give any proof but I knew he did.

✧༺༻✧

We arrived home after a silent car ride. I slid my shoes off as Shouta did his. We hadn’t said a word to each other. We both knew that if we did that’s we would end in tears.

I turned on the shower taking a quick body bath. After wards I laid in bed and silently sobbed into the comfort of the soft sheets. I felt the bed dip as the familiar body of my husband laid down besides me. After a minute he pulled me into him holding me silently but I felt his tears on the back of my neck and the short shallow breaths he let out.

“It’s going to be okay.” We both said at the same time making us giggle.

There was truth to my words. We would be okay, because I still had Shouta. And as long as I had him then I had a piece of oboro.

[fruitcoops]

Slowburn

Fic O'Ween Day 12: Goosebumps, with part five of the firefighter/ EMT AU! Coops, Leo, and Layla belong to @lumosinlove, fest header belong to @noots-fic-fests!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

TW extremely brief mention of bodily fluids (one sentence at the beginning)

Five hours and forty-four minutes. He had been bled on, puked on, grabbed, yelled at, and nearly toppled. His only spare pair of pants was now bound up in a plastic bag. Miracle of miracles, Sirius’ shirt was the only thing that hadn’t been damaged in the miserable afternoon. It made a great undershirt. It would also need to be washed at least four times before he could even dream of returning it.

Layla stared at a spot above his shoulder in the opposite jumpseat. One side of her eyeliner had been completely smudged away; the other, smeared sideways to her temple in a smoky trail.

“Nice job today.”

“Thanks.”

“That was a lot.” Layla nodded mutely. His heart pulled for her, a little bit. Even if their cases had been run-of-the-mill, nearly six hours of back-to-back calls would wear anyone down. He nudged the tip of her shoe with his own. “You’re learning fast. I saw some good work out there.”

“I’m…” She blinked slowly, then shook her head. “Wow, I think I fell asleep sitting up for a minute.”

“It happens.” In time, she’d learn to sleep wherever she could catch it. “When does your shift end?”

“Seven.”

“Almost done, then.”

“Mmm.”

The ambulance went over a bump, rattling the near-empty shelves and bashing Remus’ tailbone against the back ledge. “Sorry!” Leo called through the small window to the cab.

He had mostly given up hope that he’d see Sirius in the next twelve hours. His shift wasn’t over until midnight, and Sirius’ started at six the next morning. If he made time between his dentist appointment and calling his parents, he might be able to stop by in the afternoon, but it would be a stretch if he wanted to get any laundry done. And, Christ, that was a chore he couldn’t delay for another week. He liked those pants. More importantly, he now knew just how much Sirius liked them.

Something stirred in his belly at the thought. Warm hands cupping his ass and sliding over his flanks with astonishing care. Sirius had felt him up enough that he could probably make a Model Magic version of Remus’ body on touch alone—and wasn’t that a thing to picture. Somewhere between rounds two and three, Remus remembered kissing the backs of Sirius’ thighs. Pale skin and dark hair above the bare, sensitive bend of his knees. They slotted so well in his palms. Sirius had looked like glory itself when he peeked over his shoulder to look.

“What’re you thinking about?”

Remus jumped. “What? Nothing. Sorry, nothing, why?”

“You’re all frowny.”

Thank god for that. “Just…the day.”

A vague and reliable excuse. Layla snorted. “Tell me about it.”

There will never be a day when I tell you about this. Remus hoped his laugh didn’t come out too strained. “Seriously.”

They took the next turn a little wider, sending their final two ointment boxes sliding out of place. He fixed them blindly while the city center rolled past through the back windows. Did Sirius still have scratch marks on his upper thighs?

Another bump knocked the thought from his head. “We’re home,” Leo singsonged from the driver’s seat. “If anyone needs me, I’ll be in the showers, wondering why I chose this life path.”

“Mood,” Layla mumbled.

“I’m also Grubhubbing a sundae, and you can’t stop me.”

One of the last functioning neurons in Remus’ head lit up. “Get me one.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“Get your own.”

“I’m your boss.”

“You make more money than me.”

“Yes, let me flaunt my extra fifty cents an hour,” he countered dryly. “Every night, I rub my quarters together, just to flex on you. That beautiful sound of a handful of nickels.”

“…I’ll see what they have.”

“Good rookie.”

He didn’t wait for the ambulance to stop before opening the doors. The familiar ka-chunk of the lock coming free was music to his ears—a sweet, sweet anthem of freedom, the promise of a lukewarm cup of coffee and a maybe-stale donut from the break room.

And Sirius.

Sirius, sitting on one of his packed and labeled inventory bins.

Remus stared.

“Remus?”

“Go ahead,” he said absently. “I’ll catch up.”

Layla hopped out with a groan. Six hours was a long time to be up and down. Remus was sure his feet would ache the same when he stood. If he stood. Sirius’ hair stuck up at the back, like he’d been running his hands through it.

Remus loved when he did that.

He just. He really did like him, quite a lot.

Keep me.

What had he been thinking? Six hours was a long time to wait. He had told Sirius he’d be right back. It was his day off; why hadn’t he left after it was clear Remus wouldn’t return?

He supposed he could ask the same question about that morning. God, could it really only have been a few hours since he felt Sirius’ bare chest against his own? They had practically been spooning with how tight they were tangled in each other when he woke. Remus hardly remembered falling asleep, only aware of the pleasant ache in his muscles and the humming pleasure in his belly. Pure satisfaction. Pure comfort, at having Sirius hold him like more than a friend.

He watched Leo wander off. Sirius didn’t seem to have noticed. He didn’t so much as flinch when Remus stumbled off the rig and beelined for him, not until Remus stopped in front of him, unsure what to say. I want you I like you I’m sorry please kiss me again, I still get goosebumps thinking about the way your mouth tastes with adrenaline.

Sirius blinked up at him, full lips and glossy lashes. His bone structure was fucking criminal. “You’re back,” he said, so soft and sweet and genuinely happy that Remus’ stomach flopped over itself. Sirius stood, tucking his phone into his pocket without a second glance at it. He was just—big. And tall. And gorgeous. Remus now knew precisely how solid his chest was, and how nice it was to kiss. “Did you have a good day?”

Remus stepped forward and planted his face directly into that chest.

“Oh,” Sirius laughed. It vibrated against his forehead; he closed his eyes. Arms came up around him, hands settling at his nape and the small of his back. He knew he smelled awful. Sirius didn’t seem to care as a tentative kiss nestled on the top of his head and melted Remus’ insides out his throbbing feet.

He sighed. Sirius smelled all warm and spicy. Detergent, cologne, or simply the way he was? Remus couldn’t wait to find out. “This is nice.”

“Yeah.” The delight was back. Sirius pushed the breath from his lungs on a squeeze. “Yeah, it is. I like this.”

“I’m gonna kiss you,” Remus mumbled. “Gonna kiss you so good. Just…two seconds.”

“You can kiss me whenever you want.”

“Two seconds.” It was so dark in his new haven. Sirius’ lungs moved calmly, steadily. His heart rate was a little fast, but nothing to worry about. Remus let his ears go foggy and pressed closer, nuzzling into the space between his collarbones.

Sirius kissed the top of his head again, less hesitant this time, before resting his chin there. “Long day?” he asked after several seconds. Remus hummed. “Sounded like you guys didn’t get much of a break.”

“Mhmm.” He turned his head to the side and rubbed his cheek over Sirius’ sternum. He couldn’t count the number of times they had sat together on the couch or at the table or in the window seat, legs intertwined while they worked through their days. Separate snacks at first, then a single bowl to share once they knew each other’s favorites. It had been nice, to have someone there. Someone to talk to, someone to listen, someone who understood.

But this…this was so much better.

Sirius’ thumb stroked a short path along his spine. It zinged all the way into the base of Remus’ skull. “I sweated through your shirt,” he muttered, pushing his head further beneath Sirius’ chin. “After I stole it from you by accident. Sorry. I’ll wash it.”

He felt Sirius’ smile on his temple. “Keep it. Looks better on you.”

“Think I left mine at your place.”

“Guess you’ll just have to come back and get it,” Sirius whispered playfully. Remus couldn’t help a grin, raising his head despite the pounding drowsiness behind his eye—he had barely opened his mouth to retort when there were lips brushing his own, a wordless request. He granted it easily.

This was different than the rushed promise on the ambulance. Different than last night’s smoky, need-fueled passion. He let Sirius lead, tender and questioning, then pushed into it a little more. Have it, he tried to say. Take it all, it’s been yours for a while. The words may not work, but he was willing to bet Sirius would understand anyway. His lower lip was chapped on one side when Remus ran his tongue along the seam, giddy and dizzy with the kiss-buzz of chasteness.

“Hmm.”

That was good. It was all good, if Sirius would keep making noises like that. He brought his hands up to rest on narrow hips (marked with a tiny scar just above his thigh, which Remus was so fucking glad he knew now) and gave a little more, pushed a little harder. Sirius’ hand cupped his jaw and the right side of Remus’ brain powered down.

“Hm—wait, wait.”

His attempt to lick forward into Sirius’ mouth was stymied by sudden distance between them. Not far—he could still pick out each fleck of quicksilver in Sirius’ unfocused eyes—but far enough to be frustrating for the part of him that was enjoying turning his thoughts off. Remus went up on his toes for more, but Sirius pulled away. “What?” he whispered, though they were alone. “Did you—are you mad at me?”

“No,” Sirius said hurriedly. His hands soothed down Remus’ sides in a long drag that sent tingles through each cell. “God, no, I’m trying to—” His cheeks went a touch pink as he glanced around them and coughed lightly. “Uh, I’m trying to calm down.”

“Oh. Oh.”

Remus hadn’t even thought about that. He was pretty sure he was too tired for his body to consider arousal, aside from the inevitable spike of desire for a soft place to land for two to eight hours. Sirius’ mouth was so nice, his body so warm, that it was all too tempting to get lost in it.

Sirius’ tongue darted out to wet his lower lip. Well. Remus supposed he might be able to feel something other than pure exhaustion, if he tried. “What time do you get off?”

“Whenever you want me to,” Remus answered immediately, then felt himself redden at the arch of Sirius’ brows. “Fuck—sorry. Midnight. My shift’s done at midnight.”

The fingertips on his back had become an extraordinary distraction. Sirius looked almost shy, so at odds with the animated boy he knew against this backdrop that Remus wanted to memorize every inch of it. “Can I…” Sirius began, then trailed off as his blush darkened. His thumbs hooked around Remus’ hipbones and paused there, lingering on bare skin. “Can I maybe take you to dinner? Or a diner?”

“At midnight?”

“I know a couple places.”

Remus frowned. “You have work tomorrow.”

Sirius gave a sheepish half-shrug. “We could nap together. Today, I mean. If you want.”

“I smell horrible.”

“You smell fine.”

“I’m soaked in dry sweat.”

“I don’t mind.”

“I—” That was it for excuses. That was all he had. Every defense against Sirius was dust in the wind. He smiled, and stood on his toes again to kiss one scruffy cheek. “Yeah, sounds good. Let me wash my face and grab some water. I’ll meet you in the bunks.”

Sirius’ eyes crinkled, and Remus fell for him all over again. “I’ll be waiting.”

[pueraeternal]

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Edit: My assumption is that Sinclair is a adult. ive been told otherwise. My perception is that Sinclair and Don are consenting adults.

Don Quixote stood over Sinclairs body.  He was on his back, eyes wide open, a look of panic on his face,  breathing fast,  hands, red with blood grasped at the dirt and rocks where he lay. Blood was pooling and slowly soaking into the earth around his hips, somewhere on his torso was likely a mortal wound, at least Sinclair thought that.  His mind raced with all sorts of unfortunate outcomes, the main one, “Dante is not here”.

Dons knees were bent, her feet on either side of Sinclairs hips, her upper body leaning forward in a aggressive stance, left arm out at her side, right hand clutching her lance in a Seigan no Kamae stance, one she learned from watching Ryōshū. Don yelled at the Inquisition, spit flying from her lips “Leave Him Alone!”. Her breathing was heavy, causing her body to rise and fall w/ each breath, but nothing else moved, she stared, daring anyone to come near Sinclair.   Sinclair's eyes opened a bit wider and the pain dissipated slightly, “Don is putting her life on the line, for…for  me?!”  He never felt more protected and safe than he did at this moment.  Sinclair always felt Don Quixote got the least respect from the group, but the one he respected the most.  “She nearly beat me to death one time,  because she cared enough to stop me from doing something stupid”.  I never forgot that lesson and looked up to her ever since.  But today, certainly no other sinner would risk themselves for me.  All would wait for the Holy Dante to set things right, not caring about their selfish actions or how it affects others. W/ Dante out of the picture, would they dare take any risk, knowing Death was much closer.  I'm sure even Gregor would have left given the odds, but Don, she stayed knowing full well the outcome for us both.

Don eyed the battlefield w/ a narrow focus that only comes from adrenaline.  She saw each enemy in clear detail.  The hesitation of the leader caused the remaining two to stop in their tracks.  The lance aimed at his eyes, and her eyes bore a hole through his skull. “No one is touching this boy” she thought.  The leader slowly backed away, making a motion to the others w/ his hands to back away.  He lost too many today, and saw what she could do, he did not want a similar fate.  

Sinclair was not sure what was happening, time was at a weird place for him, it was not until Don changed her stance and then quickly kneeled down beside him putting his head on her lap. He figured they backed away.  He let out a feeble "Fuck off assholes" Don huished him and asked “My boy..errrm, Sinclair...how fare thee?”  Don breaking character for a second did not slip past Sinclair.  But what did slip was his consciousness, Sinclair passed out in her arms, it was the most peace and safest he felt since his family died. 

Thou art alive! She whispered into Sinclairs ears, his eyes opened, it was cold out but he was warm next to her body.  It must be nearly dawn, he thought.  Sinclair was on his back and Don on her side snuggled close to keep him warm. Her cape was around them both, one arm wrapped over his chest and the other tucked under using her hand as a pillow.  She was tight against Sinclair, and whispered in his ear, “I am glad you are better, I was worried.” Knowing this break in character would not go unnoticed, Don added “tell anyone and ill pummel you a second time”. She kissed his cheek and her face remained touching his as she drifted off again.  Sinclair had never been this close to a woman before, at least not outside of a fight or training.  Her breath on his ear and body tight against his, caused Sinclair to have feelings, ones he never felt before. Since was swaddled in her cape and arm, he was not able to scooch over, for modesty's sake. But given the temperature, he appreciated her warmth and decided this was the best place to be.  He stayed in place, feeling a bit awkward but also, enjoying these new feelings.

During the day, Sinclair was able to take in all the work Don put into keeping them alive the past 3 days, only making him feel more appreciative of her.  She gathered leaves for tea, hunted small game, cleaned and cooked them.  Collected fire wood and never lost a bounce her step.  She talked non stop, usually about Siegfried or fixers but she also regaled Sinclair w/ how he stepped in to save her from that ambush.  Risking his life to save hers.   Sinclair smiled, he had never been thought as a hero before. He reflected on his actions and did what felt right in the moment, stepping in to stop Don from being pierced by a sword, taking the cut meant for her. His action did not go unnoticed, Don felt it was the bravest thing anyone has ever done, and for her.  No one has ever stepped in to be her hero.  She only fantasized of the red Gaze saving her from Peril or fighting alongside of him.  Having a real life hero save her was the stuff of dreams and legends.  Don  was still happily talking about her fave fixers and skipping through their camp when they heard the sound of Mephistopheles approaching and the toot toot of Charon behind the wheel.  Dante, Faust and Vergil greeted  both, but not before admonishing them for leaving the group.   4 days prior, Don saw a village burnt to the ground and the corpses of those left behind, the dead children is what set her in motion.  She ran off w/ out hesitation to find their killers.  Sinclair gave chase, partly out of his admiration for Don but also, not having anything to live for, she always had something motivating her, Sinclair wanted some of that, and her spirit.  She was always so damn happy, being around her made him look at life differently. So for once in his life, Sinclair was impulsive and followed someone into the fray.  Given how he felt about her today, Sinclair had no regret despite nearly dying.

Since then, Don Quixote was always near Sinclair.  Mostly happy to have someone listen to her talk about fixers. Sinclair had a patience the others did not, she could actually get through a full story and he would still be there to the end smiling.  Adding to her tales of the great fixers, she would often regale the group of the time Sinclair stepped in to save her life. These were the only times the group would stay and listen, even Ryōshū.  Dons admiration for Sinclair was clear for all to hear.  Not to mention she doted on him, not really in a motherly or sisterly way, but a caring friend way.  She was also protective of Sinclair.  One day Heathcliff wanted Sinclairs head to see if it would fit on Dantes body then Ryōshū offering her sword, saying it would work better than his stupid bat.  Don stepped in, normally there would have been a scuffle and some or lots of blood.  But now, the sinners had new found respect for Don and knew not to step between the two.

 Don, She liked her boy, he was a good fit in her life, something she did not feel she needed till now.  She had no idea what to do w/ him, but she kept him close, he was hers and that was that.  Romance, that would likely never happen, but love, it was there, in their eyes. To Don,  Sinclair was as grand as any fixer she ever met and his life was hers to protect, at least thats what she told herself.

-Puer Æternus

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You were sitting by the bar, whiskey in one hand. You took a sip and checked your phone again to see a message from Chan saying that he’s running late because of traffic. You sighed very well knowing that your best friend forgot the timing of your hangout.

You had been waiting around for 30 mins when Chan finally arrived. “Hey beautiful”, he said as he sat down next to you, his eyes wandering up and down your body. Chan had always found you hot but was too shy to ever make a move and spoil the friendship and so he kept quiet about his attraction towards you. You punched his arm, “Don’t ‘hey beautiful’ me, you were late by 30 fucking minutes!?!”. He winced, “Ow ow, I get it, you’re strong”, he teased. You stared at him, waiting for an explanation. "Okay, fine. I completely forgot about our plans today," he admitted, apologizing with those adorable puppy eyes and pout. But you couldn't stay mad at him for long. He had a way of making your heart flutter, and if you were being honest, you liked him more than just a little. In your eyes, he was everything.  

Taking another sip of whiskey, you sighed, "Ugh, I can't stay mad at you for too long." Chan chuckled, asking about your life and anything interesting that had happened. As you both sat there, engrossed in conversation, time flew by. The whiskey had you feeling intoxicated, and the sight of Chan in his black shirt and loose jeans had you feeling more than just a little aroused. The way he adorned himself with jewelry drove you wild, making you lose control of your desires.

It didn't take long before you found yourself shamelessly checking him out. Chan noticed and smirked, placing a hand on your thigh. His touch sent shivers down your spine, causing a small moan to escape your lips. His smirk only grew wider. "What's the matter, princess? Is my touch making you wet?" he taunted. You rubbed your thighs together but he forced them open hand sliding to the inner side of your thigh.

“Chan not here”, you whimpered, all your senses feeling like they might disappear at any moment now. Chan couldn't wait until you got home, so he pulled you into a nearby bathroom stall. He pressed you against the wall and kissed you aggressively, your tongues battling for dominance as your bodies pressed together. Desperate for friction, you tried to grind against him. Breaking the kiss, both of you were panting for air.

"Have I ever told you how fucking hot you are?" Chan groaned, marking your neck with dark purple bruises. You shook your head. "Well, babygirl, I'm about to show you just how much you drive me crazy," he said, removing his shirt and sliding your dress down. Pushed against the sink, your leg on his shoulder, he devoured you mercilessly.

You whimpered and moaned not being able to contain your voice due to the immense euphoria you were feeling. "Be quiet baby, you don't want anyone to hear us, would you?" Chan asked as he kept nipping at your pussy, devouring it. You managed to mutter a yes and bit down on your lip, pulling his hair and earning grumbles from him, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through you. As you neared your release, you signalled Chan. He went harder until you came all over his mouth.

He licked his lips and not wasting another second, he pulled his pant and boxers down revealing his huge length. He turned you around and slid inside without warning. “Ahh fuck Chan, t-too much”, you whimpered. Ignoring your plea, he intensified his rhythm, thrusting into you with an inhuman speed, hitting your sweet spot with precision each time. "Babygirl, I'm gonna fuck you till you can't walk tomorrow", Chan muttered, his words laced with profanity. You struggled to remain silent, but his words aroused you to the point of losing control, releasing soft moans of pleasure. Sensing your impending climax, you clutched his shoulders tightly, leaving crimson imprints. He continued his rapid thrusts, causing you to cry out in ecstasy as you climaxed, coating his member with your juices. Chan persisted, relentlessly pursuing his own high. Overwhelmed by the intense stimulation, tears welled up in your eyes as you threw your head back. Before long, he released his warm, dripping seed deep inside your tight opening, his eyes closing in bliss. Withdrawing from you, he gazed upon the dishevelled sight beneath him. You were now his beautiful mess.

[mastermindmiko]

Drunk (Part six)

Pairing: George weasley + OC

word count: 2109

warning: kissing, forgetting, shenanigans, fluff

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Part 7

an: Don't kill me, but I'm not sure if that is Fred or George

As George laid naked with Juliette he couldn’t help but feel extremely happy. She liked him back, and she maybe even loved him like she loved him. He pressed another kiss to her forehead, and he repeated the sentence ‘I love you.’ again to her.

The smile on her face grew as she looked up at him and kissed him. When she pulled back she said “I love you.” He kissed her more even though it wasn’t a good kiss from how much he was smiling, George thinks that even if he wanted to he couldn’t have taken the smile off his face.

He was sure that she could feel his fast heart beat, as she’s on his chest. They stayed there for a while and they talked to each other, he noticed that they both had goosebumps on their skin from the cold. So he got up and gathered their clothing and he gave Juliette all her clothes.

“No wonder why Ginny isn’t able to sleep here.” he said with a chuckle as he fixed his shirt. Juliette was just putting on her shirt when he noticed that there weren’t any marks on her neck, he wanted to mark her as his own but he knew that if his mother or Sirius found out they would kill him.

He laid next to her again and held her in his arms once again as they drifted off to sleep while he said another ‘I love you.’ to her. He couldn’t help but say it, it was as if he was waiting his whole life for this.

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Juliette woke up in the same position that she did back in the beginning of the school year, with a massive hangover and with George Weasley’s arms wrapped around her waist. The first thing that she did other than groan at how much her head was aching is check to see if she had any clothes. She did have all her clothes on and so did George, she let out a relieved sigh; as she woke him up by whispering his name and slowly nudging him. She repeated the actions multiple times until his eyes started fluttering open.

George woke up with Juliette’s face smiling at him, he had a wide smile on his face as he wished he woke up like this everyday of his life. He let out a small ‘Good Morning.’ he had the best dream he’s ever had yesterday; and he was quite convinced that whatever happened today everything would go great.

Juliette shivered at his morning voice and then looked at the clock on her night stand and saw that it was noon. She was never one to sleep in late, but she knew it was the effects of the alcohol. “Your dad should be down there by now.”

George’s smile grew wider, and he asked a question that he didn’t know, “What am I doing here?” He watched as her eyebrows furrowed and she looked around the room seemingly trying to know the answer to his question. They were both wearing clothing and there wasn’t a mark on her neck so he decided that they didn’t have sex.

“I think you just stumbled here, we were all drunk so that could be the answer.” Juliette replied, he nodded and even though he didn’t want to leave the bed. His father should’ve been downstairs by now and he wanted to see him, so he got up from the bed.

“I’ll leave you here to change and stuff.” He said Juliette felt a dull feeling in her chest as he got up from bed but she nodded and watched him as he exited the room.

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When Juliette got down to the kitchen everyone was in a visibly better mood now that Mr. Weasley was there. There was a lively chatter and even though some people -Sirius- were extremely hungover, no one let any inconvenience spoil their mood.

Everyone was eating breakfast including Hermione who apparently arrived earlier, she assumed that Hermione would spend Christmas with them since it was tomorrow. The only space left was beside Ginny when Juliette entered the kitchen everyone told her good morning.

When she started to head to the table Ron -who was beside George- fell off his chair and begrudgingly stood up and said “I’m going to sit next to Ginny.”

She sat next to George who then looked at her innocently and he feigned surprise at her presence “Juliette! I didn’t see you there. Good Morning!”

She nodded at him with an amused smile and said “Sure you didn’t.” They all started to eat breakfast, today no one had anything in particular to do.

“Fred had an idea.” George said when everyone was leaving the breakfast table. His face was close to her as he whispered in her ear. “What does that have to do with me?”

“How good are you at playing chess?” he asked with a smirk.

“Shit. I always get beaten.” Juliette said reminiscing on how every time she and Draco played chess for the past 8 years he would win. Except for sometimes he would let her win just because he would feel bad.

“That’s fine you could still help.” George said as he leaned in closer to tell her the plan by the end of the plan explanation, George gave her a wink as she went to start the operation.

She went across the table to Ron -who was still eating- “hey Ron!” she said in a chirpy tone. He looked alarmed by her presence and said “hi.” as he swallowed the last bit of food.

“Do you want to play chess?”

“Okay.” He replied, as he got up from the table. Juliette went to set up the chess board while Ron went to the bathroom to wash his hands. Juliette called George to watch the game and made sure that Ron heard her invitation to him.

While she was setting up the chess, George was mumbling on how he wanted to do something bigger but how Molly would cut off his head if he did. Juliette smiled at how cute he looked with his arms folded and eyebrows furrowed.

When Ron entered the room he looked suspiciously at George and asked “What are you doing here?” Juliette looked at Ron not replying as George tilted his head to Juliette -which was an action she didn’t notice- and then Ron had a smirk on his own face.

Ron knew as did the entire house of George’s crush on Juliette so he just assumed that he was trying to spend more time with her without being obvious, which was mostly the case.

They started playing the game, when Juliette realized that Ron currently had the upper hand. She tapped the table discreetly three times, and George immediately got the hint saying “Ron I think Mom’s calling.”

“No she didn’t.” Ron said eyebrows furrowed.

“She did call you Ron, you just didn’t hear because of how focused you are.” George said, trying to convince Ron to leave, and when Ron exited the room. He quickly got out his wand and pointed it at the chess pieces as he said “Colovaria” They watched as the pieces changed and switched color; then George flipped the board.

He then sat back on the couch beside Juliette, he placed his hand on her thigh. Which caused her face to heat up, since she was wearing a skirt she was sure he could feel the goosebumps on her skin. She couldn’t help but feel that this wasn’t the first time he did that, but she knew that it was.

When she heard Ron’s footsteps coming closer she used this as an excuse and leaned in closer to George’s face as his nose brushed her’s. “So Ron won’t ask why Mrs. Weasley didn’t actually call him.”

He nodded as he put his hands on her waist and pulled her closer. They could both see the blush that decorated the other’s face. “Mom didn’t call me- EWW no George you could’ve just said you wanted to snog.” Ron said with a disgusted face.

Juliette moved away from George and sat properly on the couch, “Sorry Ron, can we continue playing?” Ron nodded at her question, seemingly forgotten about that. He resumed his place on the chair in front of the table, he kept looking skeptically at George until he then looked at the chess board; eyebrows furrowing instantly.

“What the-” Ron started until he was cut off by a much too innocent looking Juliette saying “Is there something wrong?” He shook his head “but I was- nevermind.”

The chess game lasted three hours and each time Ron would get ahead of Juliette they would switch the board up again, and Ron was so confused by it that his mind seemed in a different place for the rest of the day. Juliette had for the first time in her life won a chess game, of course she was cheating with the help of George; but that was just a minor inconvenience in the grand scheme of things.

Juliette just noticed that George’s hand was still on her thigh. She turned to him and said, as an idea came to her head. “How much do you want to bet that Remus and Sirius are dating?”

He looked at her confused and said “there’s no way, we would’ve noticed.” When she shrugged her shoulders, he said “5 sickles.”

They headed down the stairs and reached Remus and Sirius who were in the kitchen talking about whatever they were talking about. Juliette stood innocently in front of them while George stood behind her with an innocent grin on his face.

Noticing their suspicious presence they turned to them and Remus said “Yes?” Juliette asked them quickly “are you guys dating?” They both nodded confused at the girl, then Juliette turned quickly on her feet to look at George with her finger pointing at him as she said “AHA.”

He gave her the sickles, obviously annoyed when Juliette started walking away triumphantly Sirius got the hint at what she was doing and said “But Juliette we already told you that 2 weeks ago.”

Before Juliette got the chance to glare at her godfather she was chased by George. She quickly got up the stairs and entered her room as she shut the door behind her and held it to its place with her body. George -being stronger than her- pushed the door open with ease, when she ran to the top of her bed; and stood with her back to the wall. George got on top of her bed and stood close to her, and looked at her with a smirk.

“George, I’m sorry-” Her sentence was cut off by George tickling her. She started laughing loudly and trying to block George’s hands away from her body. When her breathing was getting more shallow George removed his hands away from her with a cute smile on his face.

When she regained her proper breathing, a statement that George said made her breathing get caught in her throat. “You have a really pretty laugh.”

She blushed wildly and then George reached to cup her face; the butterflies in her stomach grew at his action as she waited to see what would happen. She really wanted him to kiss her, and she didn’t know why she didn’t kiss him herself but she waited for him to kiss her first. When he started to lean in they were interrupted by Mrs. Weasley in front of the wide opened door, saying “Come on kids help me make lunch.”

She obviously hadn’t seen what could’ve happened because she then waved them over to come and help her in the kitchen. Juliette noticed that George’s cheeks were tinted red as he got off from the bed and headed towards the door.

When they reached the kitchen Fred and Ginny were already helping, George went to stand beside Fred while Juliette stood beside Ginny; both still awkward from the encounter.

Juliette heard Fred ask “What happened to you? Why are you blushing?” She then heard George whisper a few things she didn’t hear but assumed were about the almost kiss. Fred started laughing loudly and then she heard a hitting sound, and then his laughter stopped completely.

The rest of the day was spent with Juliette avoiding George at all costs and he seemed to be doing the same. She was scared to ask him about what almost happened because she didn’t want to face the fact that George maybe didn’t love her.

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White blossoms - Chapter 1

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Pairing: Melot x OFC (Tamsyn)

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: None. They kiss. Fluff. Shenanigans. Historical inaccuracies, probably.

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“Quiet, I hear something.” Your boisterous laughter quieted down to whispers and muffled snickering. You were about to tell your friend off for making a fuss about nothing when you heard it too: laughter and singing. 

“Let’s go see who it is,” the same friend suggested to the rest of your party. 

“Aedan, perhaps we shouldn’t.” It was one complaint among several more curious reactions.

“You are welcome to return home, if you are so terrified.” Never tell a young man he is afraid if you are not prepared to take a punch to the gut, or so Aedan found out. 

Your small group set foot in the direction of the sounds - they appeared to come from near the stream. It was not long before you saw them; local girls, sitting by the edge of the water. The singing had stopped, and they had turned to talking to Elowen - whom you all knew to have been married only a few nights ago. 

“What was it like?” The question was followed by a lot of giggling, while Elowen slowly turned red in the neck.

“Did it hurt?” Another of the girls asked her. “He was your first, was he not?” 

You looked over your right shoulder to Tristan, who stared back at you. His face mirrored the disbelief displayed on yours. Were they really discussing her wedding night? 

“Was it enjoyable?” You snapped your head back to the ladies so quickly you feared you might break it. That voice would stand out to you anywhere. 

“Was that Tamsyn, Melot?” Aedan whispered softly. He looked as surprised as Tristan had moments ago. You felt your own ears grow warm and thanked God that your hair hid them from sight. An impatient nudge to the elbow reminded you of the question, which you answered through a simple nod. 

“I have not quite decided what I think of it.” None of you dared believe that Elowen would actually answer these questions. Your eyes widened even further as she continued: “I think it could be?” 

“I have no interest in hearing this,” Pyran hissed before he retreated, taking Lowen with him. It was just you, Tristan, and Aedan now, and while you all considered leaving, none of you seemed able to lift your legs. So, you kept listening, and as the conversation drew to a close, the three of you saw red in the face from embarrassment at how freely they had discussed the topic. 

“These conversations cannot be fit for ladies,” Aedan whispered. You worried that his eyes might fall out of their sockets if they opened any wider - the same applied to yourself, too. 

“These conversations are unfit for us, friend,” Tristan laughed softly. The girls began to gather their things, signalling they were about to leave. 

“But we have them, regardless,” you weighed in on the conversation. Both of your friends chuckled at your words. It was the simplest truth: you spoke of it often, in fact, and in terms that were a great deal more crude than what you had heard today. As more and more of the men your age took wives, these talks only became more frequent. But to hear the women speak of it - it felt like an entirely different matter. And those questions from shy, delicate Tamsyn - your Tamsyn, though she had only allowed you a few swift kisses - they tormented you. She had seemed so curious about the whole ordeal, but so innocent at the same time. The ladies began walking back towards the village, and you took it as your cue to leave; they would see you if you all stayed where you were. 

“Melot, hurry up,” Tristan told you, but you could not move. The fabric of your trousers had caught on a branch and tearing it free would certainly make noise. You beckoned your friends to leave ahead of you. On your own you would be fine, hiding from sight until the girls had passed you.

“Go ahead,” you said to your friends, “I think I heard something.” Elowen and Morwenna shrugged and kept walking, Beryan held still until you motioned at her to go. Carefully, you walked off the path, into the woods, towards the sound you believed to have heard. There, behind a tree, not paying any attention to his surroundings as he was busy freeing the leg of his trousers from a fallen branch, was Melot.

“Do you not carry a knife, Melot?” You asked. He was utterly startled by the sudden revelation of your presence but composed himself quickly. 

“I do,” he chuckled softly, “and I am positive my mother will gladly cut me with it if I tear these beyond her ability to mend them, so I had better not use it.”

“Oh, move,” you dropped to one knee and slapped his hands out of your way. They were warm, and your heart skipped a beat when you touched them. He pulled his away remarkably quickly, which struck you as strange. Had he not spent months courting you? His smile melted your doubts: Melot could smile in a way that made you feel like the only woman in the whole world. You felt your blood creep up to your cheeks, and prayed to God, he would not see it. With a few swift tugs, you pulled the fabric away from the branch. 

“Thank you, Tamsyn,” he said as he got up. Once back on his feet, he offered you his hand so he could help you, and you gladly took it. Somehow, it felt even warmer than before. Upon standing up, you lost your footing on the uneven surface and tumbled into him. His arms wrapped quickly and effortlessly around your waist and pulled you against his broad chest. You felt small in his embrace - and incredibly safe, especially when you rested your hands on his arms, and felt the muscles in them tighten underneath his clothes. 

“Are you alright?” He asked, concern speaking from his voice. As you nodded and whispered a barely audible ‘yes’, you felt your cheeks burn even more than they had before. When you looked up, his face was closer to yours than you had expected, and you were overcome with the sudden desire to kiss him. Slowly, you moved one of your hands to his cheek and looked up at him only to find him smiling down at you. There it was again, that feeling that you were the only one to him. Oh, how good it felt to have him look at you in that way. A warm hand covered yours, while the other held you closer to him. It was a chaste kiss you shared, like the ones before. You would have allowed him more, but he had never pressed the matter, and you felt uncomfortable offering it, for fear of what he would think of you. And so once more you pressed your lips to his, lingering a bit longer, in hopes he would attempt to deepen it, but he did not. When you moved away, however, he held you close against him. There was a troubled look in his eyes that fills you with concern. 

“What’s the matter, Melot?” you asked him curiously. 

“I- It's nothing.” Of course you could not believe him; something was bothering him, that much was obvious. You deliberated for a moment whether further inquiry would be considered improper, but soon decided to set your sorrows aside. 

“Melot, I can tell you are lying,” you said with an edge of amusement to your voice. 

“I overheard your conversation,” he admitted as his cheeks slowly started to colour with shame, “I have a question about it. But not here.” You let him lead the way along the stream, until you reached a beautiful waterfall you had not seen before. Your surprise must have been evident from the look on your face, because Melot chuckled as he wrapped his arms around you. 

“No one comes here, it's too far upstream to be sensible for daily chores,” he said as he pressed his lips against your forehead. 

“What did you want to ask me?” You said as you sat yourself down on a rock near the edge of the river. Melot sat next to you. He was nervous to ask his question, you could tell from the way his leg moved constantly. 

“Why did Beryan ask if… it hurt?” He looked away from her, not daring to meet her eyes. These conversations were hardly proper between husband and wife, let alone two young, unwed lovers such as yourselves. You sat for a moment flushed and vexed at what he had asked. The answer to his question was simple, but should you give it to him? It was clear the men were not made aware of these things, perhaps there was a reason for that? Yet his voice was drenched with genuine curiosity, and because of that, you did not want to deny him an answer. 

“Because it most often does, or so our mothers tell us,” you said softly, “no one tells you this?”

Melot shook his head. “Not once.” He looked down at his hands. “Do you think it has to?” 

“Be painful, you mean?” To this, he nodded in reply. You shrugged, unable to answer his question. It was what you had been told, and so had your friends. A few had even been able to confirm the tales, so far. For whatever reason, you made Melot privy to these thoughts. 

“It seems unfair to me,” he said after a while, to which you raised an eyebrow inquisitively. “That you have to be uncomfortable, and we do not.” When he said it, you laughed at how delightfully ignorant his statement was. Clearly no one made any effort to tell the boys of the monthly suffering you went through. Of course it was not a man’s business, and you were not going to let him in on it, either, but the incognizance was still striking. 

“Why do you laugh at that?” He smiled kindly at you. “I don’t want to hurt you, so -” He stopped his sentence halfway through and looked at you in terror, realising what he had said.

“I did not mean to imply… That is not why I brought you h-” You believed him, instantly, but he continued his apologies. “I simply meant, if some day we would… We’d be married, of course.” His words took you by surprise. 

“Are you asking me to be your wife?” You asked him so softly you suspected he might not even hear your query. He looked at you somewhat distraught.

“Not yet, I think,” he said, but it sounded more like a question than an answer, “but I have thought about it.”

“I am only a simple town girl, Melot,” you sighed, “you are nephew to the king.”

“Believe me, I am hardly his favourite,” Melot said with a smile. It was true, he was not the king’s most beloved relative, nor was he the one who had been appointed king Marke's successor. This had angered him at first, but he and Tristan had since made peace, and Melot had seen that it absolved him in part of the extreme scrutiny that came with the role, though he was still the king’s blood, meaning he had to behave. It was hard for him at times. “I have his blessing to court you.” He added his last sentence hesitantly. Somehow, it was very nice to have some confirmation, though you doubted even Melot would have been insolent enough to continue his quest for your affections if his uncle had not permitted it. It went without saying that your parents were extremely fond of the match. Still, you had never dared to dream that one day you might truly be his wife… 

He took one of your hands in his, carefully, as though it might break under his touch. His were a warrior's hands, calloused and rough, yet he always held you with care - in the fleeting moments you had where he could hold you, at least. This, you now both realised, was not one of those moments. That is to say: it was not fleeting, as the others had been. You were far away from everyone, no one would bother you here. 

You looked deeply into each other’s eyes, at first not realising one - or possibly both - of you was leaning forward, your faces slowly inching closer together until your lips touched. This kiss lasted longer - maybe it was not one kiss, but several, you did not know. Put quite bluntly, it was of marginal interest to you at best; the only things that mattered to you were Melot’s soft lips that pressed against yours, again, and again. When he moved away from you again, you looked into his eyes, stunned by their beautiful colour, but perhaps more by the look in them. It had taken you a while to allow yourself to be convinced that he was actually taken with you, and now each time you seemed to come to terms with that idea, he looked at you with yet more affection than he had ever before. You closed your eyes and leaned in to kiss him again, taking his face between your hands to pull him closer. He answered your kiss with a new degree of enthusiasm. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you took tenuous note of the quickening beating of your heart, and the unsteady rhythm of your breathing when you felt Melot’s lips part against yours. The wetness and warmth of his tongue startled you, but not so much that it made you in any way inclined to pull away. Your hands fell away from his cheeks, and you draped your arms around his neck. One of his hands you felt tenderly caressing your face, while the other held you at your middle with great care. He trembled ever so slightly, as though he was felled with nerves. But he couldn’t be! Your warrior, overcome with worries, and all at the touch of a woman? It was simply impossible! And yet you felt it; tremors in his hands, however subtle, as once again his tongue gently trailed your lips, requesting entrance. This time, you granted his wish by parting your lips. 

In no way were you prepared for the sensations that came over you as he explored your mouth with his tongue, and you his, though you felt that you were much more hesitant than he was. Copious conversations with your friends had prepared you a bit for what was to come, but the explanations were by no means extensive, which was hardly fortuitous, if you had to be perfectly honest about it. Your heart dropped when Melot retreated, and you sighed softly when he lifted his lips off yours. For a moment, he rested his forehead against yours, and you both basked in the afterglow of the moment you had shared. 

Suddenly you were overcome by sorrow. It was involuntary, but the feeling was simply too strong to ignore. 

“Did you enjoy that?” The question startled you, and you were torn between telling him the truth or telling him what you had been raised to answer. 

“I am afraid to admit it was quite enjoyable,” you answered plainly, “it's said we are not supposed to, is it not?”

“Plenty of things are said every day,” Melot answered, “that doesn't mean they hold any truth.”

[lost-walmartbag]

Marjorine x reader p. 2

Playlist- Like the sun

Warnings: N/A

Background: Marjorine helps you ease into being more comfortable around people.

Status: Ongoing

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'Leo?'

After you talked to Marjorine you felt happy that you finally had someone to talk to and hang out with. You didn't know what to really do. Do you text them whenever you wanted or only when it was important? It was new to you but you were open to trying to figure it all out.

You walked into school and look around seeing Marjorine at their locker. You slowly walked up to them and they instantly noticed you. They smiled and their eyes lit up when they saw you.

"Hey Y/N. How's your morning?" They asked with a bright smile.

"Um, h-hi. it's ok." You stuttered out making their smile slowly disappear.

"You're really nervous is that how you are with everyone?" They asked softly trying to make you more comfortable.

"Y-yeah b-because I don't talk to many people i-it's hard to not be nervous." You explain looking away. "Eye contact is hard too."

"We can definitely work on that. Don't work we'll go slow." They said with a smile. "How are you with physical contact?"

"I-I d-don't really like being touched." You say holding onto the strap of your backpack.

"Well, that's ok. Sometimes socializing and stuff is hard but don't worry I'll be a good teacher." They said taking your hand causing you to look up and see their eyes were huge and their wide smile.

You couldn't help but blush a bit. You liked them touching your hand and smiling at you like that. You had to look away after a few seconds you couldn't keep staring it just made you so nervous. It was like staring into the sun you just couldn't look for too long but they made you feel warm.

"That was 5 seconds!" They cheered smiling even wider. "That's not bad, and you haven't pulled your hand away. You're doing way better than you said."

Their praise made you blush harder. "T-thank you." You stutter out sheepishly. The bell rang signaling you to go to class, but Marjorie didn't let go of your hand.

"How about I keep holding your hand until you feel like you have to pull away ok?" They asked slowly walking to class hand and hand with you. "How about we talk about something to make you less nervous. When we talked about sewing yesterday you didn't stutter so maybe if we talk about it you'll loosen up."

You nod and walk hand in hand with them to class. "I started a new project last week and I'm almost done but I ran out of fabric for the skirt and I haven't been able to find it anywhere."

"Oh, what did it look like? Maybe we can go to the store after school today to see if they have it." They said walking into class with you and taking their seat but still holding your hand.

"That's what I was looking for yesterday and I didn't see any so I'm scared that maybe they won't get another shipment and I won't be able to finish." You say sitting in the seat next to him. You honestly completely forgot you were even holding their hand as you blabbed on about sewing.

"I'm sure we can find some don't worry." They said placing their head on their free hand.

"Hmm, I guess so. Thanks, Leo." You say smiling brightly at them making their face turn a light shade of pink.

You stayed quiet for a few seconds and it made you realize that you two were still holding hands. You became flustered once more and pulled your hand away.

"You did really good Y/N. That was like at least a few minutes." They praised making you blush and look away. You simply nodded in response.

The class went on normally but Kyle who had watched the entire interaction kept a close eye on Marjorine and you. When class ended Marjorine turned to talk to you but you quickly got out of your seat and left the room without saying bye. Marjorine let out a small sigh and smiled softly to themselves.

"I guess we'll work on that." They muttered to themselves.

"Hey, Butters." Kyle said walking up to him.

"Well hey, Kyle what's up?" They asked with a smile and gathered their things.

"Are you and the new girl dating?" He asked bluntly.

"Y-Y/N? N-no we aren't dating." They said blushing and looking away,

"You guys were holding hands and she called you Leo," Kyle said questioningly.

"O-oh I'm just helping her work on socializing." They said clearly becoming uncomfortable by the question.

"But why does she call you Leo? I thought you didn't like your name." He said

"I-I'm just trying it out." They said looking up at Kyle who had a confused look on his face. "I got to get to class talk to you later ok? Bye."

Marjorine quickly ran out of the class. Maybe it was the sudden questions but now they couldn't stop thinking about you. Would they want to date you? Would you date them? The idea of being with you didn't sound bad but they honestly didn't want to think about that right now.

After school you walk out of the front doors seeing Marjorine standing there and waving you over.

"Hey Y/N! You wanna head out to the store?" They asked smiling softly.

"Yeah I've been thinking and if they don't have the fabric out maybe they'll have some in the back." You say as you started walking with them.

"Oh and this will be great practice for you! You can ask the cashier to check for you." They said excitedly making you stop dead in your tracks and tremble.

"I-I have to talk to her?" You ask your voice shaking

"Hey don't worry we can practice before we get there." They said taking your hand.

The sudden contact made you even more nervous but when you looked up at them their smile put me at ease. You nod and walk with them to the store biting the inside of your cheek.

"Ok so pretend I'm the cashier ok? Just tell me what you would ask." They said.

"Ok." You say taking a deep breath. "H-Hi c-can you check to see if you have any of the silk blue fabric?"

"Perfect just take a deep breath and don't worry ok?" They said opening the door of the store for you.

You nod, letting go of their hand and walking inside. You slowly make your way to the fabric isle and look around not seeing the fabric you wanted.

"Hmm doesn't seem like it's here." Marjorine said with a frown.

"Does that mean I have to ask?" You ask nervously.

"Mhm but don't worry you'll do just fine and I'll be right next to you." They said with a smile.

You slowly walk to the cashier and clear your throat. "E-excuse me?"

The cashier turned around giving you a small smile. "What can I help you with?"

Marjorine stood back watching you talk to the cashier. They smiled as they watched the cashier leave to the back, and you stood there with a bright smile. Your smile made them blush a bit as they see how proud you are in yourself. You turn your head to face them, giving them a toothy smile.

Marjorine felt like their heart skipped a beat and her blush grew deeper. They held up a thumbs up and looked away. They touched their face and felt the heat.

"What's wrong with me?"

A/N: Hey guys hoped you liked this sorry I didn't post yesterday I wanted to change the way my fics first looked and so hopefully they look way better. And like I mentioned before I'm pretty new to tumblr so I didn't know people who reblogged my post before the change would look like the old version even after I changed it. But yeah idk im learning 🤧 so I encourage you guys to read my past fics once more because I did do some editing and especially to my stan fic so yeah. Also, I made a lil playlist for this series ofc you don't to listen to it but these are just some small songs that fit the vibe a bit imo. Got the idea from @n0tangeliccc who again is a million times better at stuff like this and has way better music taste than me. Anyway I love you all thank you sm for reading 🩷🩷🩷

[shipstylennyman]

Stylennyman Valentines Event Conclusion.

[2,800+ words. 4 panels.]

Valentines Day. South Park. Much Too Late in the Day.

Stan was made quietly aware of a weight next to him, fluttering open his eyes he could clearly see the sun illuminating the entire room from opened curtains. Not any rising sun either, it was high in the sky by this time. He rolled lightly, stretching his arms as he gathered his senses, pulling a yawn out of his mouth as he did so. He opened his eyes again to finally be able to process who had been sat down on the bed beside him. “Kyle?... Good morning.”

“Morning sweets.” He cooed gently. Setting aside his tablet he was reading some research jargon on. Kyle reached his arm up to brush the messy hair from Stan's face.

“You let me sleep in, any special occasion for that?” Stan asked, cocking an eyebrow cartoonishly, earning a wider smile from Kyle as he continued to pet the other mans face.

“Yeah yeah. I think todays a good enough reason.” He huffed out, only slightly less affectionately at his boyfriends tired teasing.

“Oh yeaaaah. Happy Valentines day babe. Heheh.” Stan shifted himself upwards to an elbow to get a better look at their bedroom. “What time is it?”

Kyle’s attention drew back to the tablet, swiping and tapping buttons to make sure his spot was saved. “Too late. Eric’s already downstairs.”

“Oh my god he got up before me what the fuck?” Stan breathed out in mild horror, biting back the genuine embarrassment that he was out so long.

Kyle was smiling at his boyfriends boyish bruised ego though. “I’ve been up all morning. Kind of boring really. Actually-” He stretched his own limbs out, setting the tablet aside as he leaned back into the bedframe, “yeah, you know what? I think I might be in need of a nap.”

Stan split a grin in return, automatically shifting to press up by his side as he did so. “Heheh, awww. I think you might just be feeling soft for today.” He teased knowingly.

The man was stubborn though, not one to be dismissed as soft, even when he leaned back into him still holding a content smile. “Shut up. I haven’t gotten you guys anything but flowers, but, I can offer up my body heat if we’re gonna be lazing around in bed all day.” Shooting the soft accusation right back at him.

Stan was more than happy to oblige the thought though. “Oh that’s more than I could have even dreamed to ask for…” Resting his head against Kyles shoulder, looking up at him with the adoring admiration he’s always held for him. Instinctively in the next beat, he looked around for another boyfriend, wanting to pull anyone else in on the affection that he could. He finally turned far enough to look behind his back, to the still form laying under, waking up slightly more from the revelation. “Oh my God, Kenny is dead.”

Kyle’s smile screwed up in agreement as he followed Stan's eyes. “Yeah, the bastard.”

Stan's torso rolled onto his back, still rested against Kyles shoulder like a pillow while his attention pulled to their beloved mutual boyfriend. Life only theoretically still in him by the small, steady breaths rising the sheets over him. “He is out like we removed the batteries. I almost didn’t feel him there.” Stan went on in amazement. Usually Kenny was squirmy, and cuddly, and entwined between or on top of or underneath one of the rest of them. But his sleep was so deep at the moment even his muscles were conked out.

Kyle watched on idly, thinking all the same curious thoughts that had come to Stan in this one moment that he’d been having all morning. “Yeah, this is... mostly for him. He just got to bed as I was waking up.” He spoke lowly, smile faded from his face.

Stan’s head back around to look up at him in shock. “Seriously? What the hell was he doing?”

Kyle shrugged his shoulders bobbing them both as he recalled their night before, him still being awake with Kenny when Stan had crawled into bed alongside Eric. “Just after you guys went to bed he got a call to come look at some readings he’s supposed to be monitoring.... He was just in the shower after getting back when I woke up.”

Stan calculated Kyles usual, very strict rising times with his own bed time last night to wager for how long of the night Kenny must have been gone. “Oh my god, our poor baby.” His heart swelled, instinctively reaching his arm out to lay over Kenny protectively, looking back down at him. The same clenching feeling he’d always had about looking out for Kenny since they were little kids taking ahold of his heart. He’d use his hands to fend off anything that would threaten his quiet, sweetest boy.

Kyle’s hand stroked Stan's arm idly, comforting him while he tried comforting Kenny’s sleeping form. “Yeah, I thought he should get some rest. I left you in here to keep him warm.”

The hourly calculations paired with the empathy he felt for Kenny having to pick up and haul out in the dead of night swirled in Stan's head, capturing his entire focus now. “God, that sucks though….” His gut turned, mind settling on the one question he asked himself every day, for each of his rooming boyfriends. “…. You think he’s doing alright?”

Kyles eyes were fixed on the wall, trying to evade the honesty that would tear out of him from looking Stan in the eye or the anxiety that would bubble out if he were to stare at Kenny while he thought the things he was thinking. “…. He’s not complaining.” He pretended was an adequate answer.

With an aggravated huff Stan rolled his eyes. Not tolerating Kyles dismissal of the complexity of the issue at hand. “Kenny never complains.”

Chest tight with the amount of guilt he felt, Kyle relented with a sigh. Consciously surrendering the conversation over to Stan, who was better with the emotional meaning in these sort of subjects, anyway. And he’d trust his conclusions to it regardless. “Yeah, you’re right.”

Stan felt relief at the white flag Kyle offered. This could have been a genuine argument, over whether it was worth it to worry about possibilities they couldn’t see. But they’d both grown a lot. And over that had grown to prioritize problem solving what best they each could do to help their mutual boyfriends. “Should we... talk to him about it?” Handing Kyle back some control he knew the man might get restless without.

Kyle shifted in the emotional discomfort of how his chest felt, like he had to physically work up the authentic feelings that were stabbing at him inside. “I’m just… worried. We pushed him to take all these opportunities but now he keeps working himself so, ragged…. But, if we bring it up what if….” He trailed off, silently begging Stan to finish his thoughts for him.

Taking the rest of the thread Stan concluded for him. “You think that he’ll pull back and try to drop it all?”

Kyle rolled his eyes, shifting up in the bed again to try and steady his back flatter against their headboard. “He’ll do anything we ask him to. Still. After all this time!” He stressed in the frustration. Thinking back to the deep conversations, the intervention, the heartbreaking meltdown that came after. He never wanted to see Kenny that broken up again. He was dedicating the rest of his life to make sure that nobody ever had to. “…. What if we asked him for the wrong thing?”

Stan was quieted down, calm flattening him. He’d worked hard to learn mindfulness, to mentally grasp onto the matter at hand and not let his fear or shame cloud his view from it. And right now the matters at hand were Kenny's well being, and Kyles guilt at perhaps managing it in the wrong way. He thought back to the mental exercises he’d learned to be able to keep his path forward clear when the subjects were these delicate and vague things about emotions and people who didn’t express them clearly. “Well… What do you want to happen?”

Kyle hiked up his shoulders in irritated cluelessness. “To know that he’s fucking safe? And happy? And to get a minimum of eight hours of sleep at night?”

Stan couldn’t help but crack a smile on his lips, failing at biting it away to maintain the seriousness they were dealing with at the moment. “Do you get eight hours of sleep?”

The weight of the honest reality to that question actually grounded Kyles emotions again, pushing all of the anxiety away when he tried to defend his ego. “Not the point. Different genetic needs.”

Stan chuckled deeply in his chest, momentarily relieved at the distraction to lift their brainstorming out of the sad sorry depths it’d been heading. Readjusting himself in the bed again to sit alongside Kyle, leaning into him once again in hopes he’d keep him grounded, remind him they were solving this as a unit. “Listen. Kenny’s smart, he knows what he needs and we know what we want. Maybe we could just… Check in on him and make sure he’s doing alright like this? Before we worry about anything else too much.”

Kyle’s warring emotions were remaining at rest, making it easier for him to sound the real doubts he had to this subject being able to be solved so easily. “And then he’ll tell us whatever he thinks we want to hear.”

Stan’s brow furrowed in slight offense, “He wouldn’t outright lie to us, Kyle.” He thought too highly of his boyfriend and their bond that whatever half true fallacy Kenny managed to spin them without noticeable guilt that they wouldn’t be able to pick out the inconsistencies right away, and that was entertaining the absolute worst case scenario Stan was willing to perceive.

Relenting again, Kyle agreed with those unspoken opinions. They knew Kenny, dealt with this insecurity before. And each was sure that they could sus him out if he floundered to try and deflect a direct concern they might try to share with him “…… No, he wouldn’t.”

Stan set a steadying hand on Kyles arm, making sure he stayed rooted in this with him. “Listen, we’re all here for him no matter what.” He tried to reassure any straggling anxieties. “And, it’s not too long before he’ll be done with all of this and get to freelance, yeah? His studies are supposed to be done before yours are, right?” He pushed the optimistic outcome like he’d trained himself to do, offering it to Kyle like fruit from a perfectly reachable branch.

Kyle relented again, partially from wanting to set these feelings at rest for now, but also in an attempt to surrender himself to Stan's willfully bright perspective. He trusted Stan with everything, even when it was beyond his better judgment. But it was earnest determination of taking care of himself and their other partners that Kyle knew was Stan's most shining expertise. “Yeah, Hopefully....”

“Hopefully….” Stan didn’t expect it to actually be so blissfully easy. But what he was confident in though, was that they would be able to focus on the desired endgame he knew that all of them truly wanted. “And we’ll take care of him until then. And if it doesn’t get better, or, gets worse. We’ll take care of that too… Together.” His hand slid down Kyles arm to his hand, squeezing tightly, a promise.

The squeeze was returned with almost twice the effort. Both a promise and a thank you. “… Yeah, yeah you’re right.”

Stan smiled wide, cheek falling to Kyles shoulder once again as he let the rose tinted adoration seep back in. “Okay, now, is it late enough in the day to check then if he’s alive?”

Kyle smiled in return, sighing in weakness for his puppy boyfriends flawless persuasion in every scenario. “Yeah, I guess he’d be disappointed to sleep the whole day aw-”

“Okay, I did the sausages, and most of it came out fine. Forget about the pancakes, I never mentioned pancakes.” Eric flew through the door, proceeding to pace a few small feet back and forth as all of the built up energy from not being supervised for too long tumbled out of him. “The toaster waffles are fine though! Taste great! And jelly expiration dates are just like, a quality thing. I looked it up. I royally fucked up the eggs though, no saving that- Do we still have the sourdough bread babe?” He finally landed on a verbal plateau to take a breath, looking up with sparkling diligence to hear Kyles opinion on his performance, before finally registering that Stan, too, was awake and sat up alongside him. “… Oh, morning Stan. I love you.”

Stan's entire body was forced to relax when his heart swelled threefold and physically weighed him down with how much affection he had for this buffoon. “I love you too baby.”

Kyle’s smile was one of tired pacification, though the dreamy shine in his eyes were made of the utmost pride. One very tired wolf was nestled perpetually heart that wanted to tell the third man to calm down, but another one had rushed to the forefront with enthusiastic endearment to welcome him home. “Cartman, do you…. Want to go back to bed, actually?

Eric's shoulders previously high with hyper appeasement and willingness to do anything his boyfriends asked him for on this the day of love and hearts, drooped down dramatically. “Oh my Heysoos thank Jehovah, yes please.” His every feature softened from rapt sparkling affection now to contentment at the idea of just being able to lay the fuck down and have some peace.

He was already ripping off his quirky Valentines apron when reason ripped through Kyle shooting him upright with a halting hand struck out. “Wait! First, is there anything downstairs that will burn the house down if you get in the bed now?” He asked for the posterity of it.

Eric's face scrunched together in offense before it fell in thought as he ticked off a mental checklist of everything he’d earlier had going on down in the kitchen. “…… I’ll be right back babe.”

Eric turned on his heels and flew right back out down the stairs as Stan's body slid down the headboard and along Kyles side, eyes suddenly feeling droopy again. “Yeah, actually, I’d love to spend the day like this.”

Kyle rolled his shoulders in exaggerated sleepiness, he probably wouldn’t actually fall asleep at all, but was more than willing to waste a few more hours surrounded in warmth and cooing breaths of his favorite people. “Commercial holidays are trash anyway…” He slid down as well, head rolling over to Stan in comfortable satisfaction. “I’m just glad you’re all here with me on this specific day in February.”

Stan lifted his hand to trail it down his boyfriends soft cheek. “Same babe.”

Moments later Eric was thundering back through the door, kicking off his slippers and tossing his phone from his pocket. “Okay, now I’m ready for cuddle pile time.”

Stan rolled onto his back and flattened out, beckoning the other boys to get into what position they went for. “Fuck yeah. Get on the other side of the baby.”

Kyle sat back up in quick eagerness “No I want to spoon the baby.”

Eric wasn’t going to tolerate any of this nonsense, circling around the bed and impatiently awaiting Kyles next move so that they wouldn’t be wrestling for it, once again. “I’ll lay on top of you just take your shoes off and get up there 6am wake up time rooster douche.”

The said douche boyfriend was already on his feet following his path around the bed as he pulled the belt from his pants and threw it in the corner. “Fuck off, here. Get in front of me and I’ll take the top half and you get the bottom half.”

Eric was shuddering in overstimulated excitement for getting to lay down. “Oh man I love polyamorous compromises.”

Eric dived into the lower corner of the bed, crawling up to the center where Kenny was still laying curled up and completely unresponsive, oblivious to the men clamoring for his body heat. With both other men on the opposite side Stan rolled over and wrapped his arms traditionally around Kenny's frame, while Kyle slotted into place body around both Eric and Kenny's heads, struggling to pull one of their multiple blankets to adequately cover both himself and Eric who’d paid no mind to account for one. Stan held Kenny protectively still as Kyle and Eric squirmed around each other until they were both content enough and melted their arms into the available slots around everyone elses limbs. Deafening silence enveloped the room, each of them much too comfortable now to move or even think.

Happy Valentines Day!

[yeehawpim]

The Bride And Her Flowers

Once upon a time, there was a lady. 

Unfortunately, as ladies were often obligated to at the time, this one was told she must marry. The husband-to-be was an oil baron far in the north, who her father had business dealings with. The lady did not want to leave her friend for a stranger and a strange land, but her father wouldn’t concede to her pleas.

“It’s sad,” he told her, “but we are a failing house and I no longer have the means to provide you comfort. The baron is kind and sympathetic, and he will make sure you live in safety.”

His voice regretful but firm, her father held her hands until she pulled from his grasp in disappointment. 

“I see no joy in marriage,” the lady whispered, just as firm.

“Perhaps not today, and perhaps not on your marriage day, but one day you may love him. Please do this thing and be safe, for you may find your happiness still in the rest of your years.”

She looked upon her father’s beseeching face and knew at once that she could not explain that she was not capable of this kind of love, and that its expectation would suffocate her yet. He’d loved his wife terribly when she was alive, and would not be able to comprehend an ideal life without courtship.

So the lady stared down her nose and agreed.

The sun lowered as her social duties ended, and she left to find the gardener. Her father hadn’t been lying about their worsening standing, sections of servants had disappeared along with his ability to pay them and the groundskeepers were among the departed. Now, the dandelions and morning glory crept between roses in a slow invasion.

It was there the gardener lived, her skin the deep dark of ivy leaves and words soft as clover fuzz. Behind a shed where the groundsmen had kept their tools, the lady reached a delicate arm into the darkness of a hollow tree and pulled from it her dearest friend.

Together they sat in the warmth of the setting sun and the lady spoke of her impending marriage. The overgrown topiary surrounding them cast shadows on their faces, and the gardener’s eyes winked like two oily coins in the sun. She listened to the lady’s dilemma with stillness. Only when it was finished did she speak with a voice like wind through the trees.

“I cannot follow you to this new home in the north, the land is all stone and snow with no warmth for flowers. But you are brave and clever, and I know you will find a way out of loneliness.”

Under the red light of sunset, the gardener took the lady’s hands in hers and squeezed in an imitation of human reassurance. Her mouth smiled in rows of thin, neat teeth, and her friend felt her heart warm at the effort made.

From the ankle-high grass they sat on, the gardener reached down and plucked two gifts from the obediently parted earth. With ritualistic care she presented them in two splayed palms, fingers opening like spider’s legs.

“I give this freely for your safety.” 

In her left hand, a hemlock root.

“I give this freely for your joy.”

In her right hand, a sprig of rosehips.

The gifts are pressed into the lady’s open hands and she receives them with polite reverence. Still, she can’t keep a smile from her own mouth. When the items are carefully pocketed, the lady holds out her own fist. The tilt of her eyes is all at once merry and casual as only humans can be, and when she says the words they are half a tease.

“I give this freely for your joy too, and to remember me when I am gone.”

Into the gardener’s waiting hand drops a golden bracelet, still warm from the lady’s wrist. When she smiled a thin-toothed smile it was wider than any human’s.

That night the lady slept with her gifts under her pillow and dreamed of the corners of her father’s gardens, where groundskeepers gave the weeds leniency and ignored the old hollowed tree. Long dead and crawling with moss and ants, it was just the right size for a young girl.

When the tutors came searching, they stared straight at her through the gaps and their eyes glazed until they left again. Together in the hidden dimness, she and the gardener giggled.

Autumn, and the girl hides biscuits in her pockets for a gift fairly stolen. Winter, and the gardener presents a small hibernating animal for a gift fairly killed. Spring, and they weave crowns from wild daisies and speak of the silly rules they must live by. 

Along with tutors and a loving father that nevertheless expects grace and compliance, she saw the way dew sparkles on spiderwebs and how a hare can fall in a moment to claws. 

“Etiquette and embroidery are not all the world is,” her friend’s voice whispered.

“Play this human game, but never let it make you small.”

She takes in the lessons of propriety and is silent the way a lady must be, but with the gardener, she finds her voice amongst an equal. The girl grows into a lady like a caterpillar into a butterfly, isolated and visceral. 

When she wakes, it's summer again and she is ready.

Rushed into a carriage with farewells and a promise to write, a long and uneventful ride stretches out in front of her. The wheels rattle underneath for hours turned into days. Outside, forests recede into mountain paths and breaths begin to cloud in thick clouds, there and gone in a moment.

Tucked carefully into her cloak, the outline of her gifts were the only reassurance she took as they drew near. Even with the gardener’s words in the back of her mind the possibility of a cruel husband is something all ladies know well.

It was with this thought that she arrived at her new husband’s grounds, alone as the hired attendees collected their contracts and left. She did not meet him until a day later, when he returned from a hunt with the corpse of a deer draped across his horse and the scent of gunpowder following his steps. His coat was red, and she wondered if any of it was blood, if it was a fair kill. 

When he descends from his horse she notices there is discomfort when he looks up at her— not the kind her tutors insist will be disapproval when men inevitably see she is taller than most of them, but the kind unused to formality. When he speaks she is struck with how young he is.

“I see we shall be married on the morrow.”

It sounded half a question.

“Yes, we shall.”

In the silence that followed the lady was content to watch the baron squirm. If she was to suffer the insult of being an owned thing, she would not comfort her would-be master. When he said nothing more, she turned with a sweep of her gown and left for the hallways of his manor to be out of the cold.

Unbeknownst to the lady, with her three words the man was hopelessly, terribly in love. He’d grown in a similar fashion to her in a way, with expectations, wealth, and entitlement that culminated in years of loneliness. He could not see this in himself but it is where the love was born, sprouting from the idea of a wife that he may rely on.

At dinner, they sat at each end of a long table. The orange glow of candlelight obscured his red face and stolen glances, but there was nothing to hide behind when he begins to speak.

“Your father insisted the wedding take place as quickly as possible, I’ve had the arrangements made before you arrived. My servants can show you around everything.”

When she says nothing, he continued haltingly, “I’m sure that no dress could match your beauty.”

No response comes. In the candlelight and darkened surroundings he is spared her expression of dread. There is no telling if that would have been enough to make a difference, but when she requested to speak of something else the plea was ignored. So quiet you could almost miss it, an assumption of shyness instead of unease was made.

Without the option of making her discomfort clear, the lady suffered increasingly clumsy comments about her appearance in silence. There was nothing else he knew about her. When they eventually ran out, they suffered silence.

It wasn’t until the hall started to quieten as dinner came to an end that she remembered what came next. All of a sudden the marriage bed loomed.