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A Confession...The Grand Place Part Three

Charles hadn´t eat much from the delicious picnic, here on the rooftop of his lavish home. He couldn´t. His stomach tumbled in happiness all of the time as he enchanted watched his girlfriend who still hadn´t grasped to the full that she sat on top of Buckingham Palace.

But Milla Shand would never be a person impressed too much from superficialities, still she hadn´t lost the respect for the place she was right now. Her mind was rather swirled from the breathtaking view down to this huge city, and to the deceptive calm it send up to them. And it got even more beautiful as the sun set down and covered all in this golden light, slowly overshadowed by the dusk.

But nothing of this could hinder her from entertaining her boyfriend in the most pleasant way. Lively and bubbly she told him everything what came to her mind, underlined from the laugh and chuckles that sounded like bells from heaven to him. Charles hung on her lips, and even if she had told him about putting the rubbish out, there hardly couldn´t be anything more precious.

He couldn´t do other, he laughed when she laughed, he felt sad if she recalled some not so happy things in her life, which of course were rather seldom. He was excited if she described the adventurous life you could have in London, and secretly wished to share it now and then. But most of all he was enchanted from the light in her eyes, the light that mirrored the upcoming stars and the moon, that reflected the flickering candle light and that special shine, not able to put into words, that obviously only came up if he was around.

And once again he asked himself, how much more he could fall in love with her.

She remained silent for a while and watched him, and he wasn´t sure if she could read his mind. As so often before he grabbed something from the blanket and tickled her mouth with it. “Cherry…?” he asked. Camilla chuckled and grabbed a cherry as well: “Then you should have some, too!” Laughing they fed each other, but Charles stopped breathing for a second as she tapped his shoulder and inviting yelled: “Spit challenge!” She deeply exhaled and spit out the pip, wide beyond the railing.

Confused Charles watched her, he never had done this before. But her wide grin left him light hearted and he tried. The pip hit the railing and fell down on the roof top. “Oh no! Wait!”, Charles laughing interrupted her laughter and put the next cherry into his mouth. It ended up in a wild challenge, in which both hardly could concentrate due to their heavy giggles.

It didn´t take long, and the porcelain bowl with the cherries was empty. They still chuckled, but more in a conspiratorial way now. Camilla still smirked at him, as he grabbed her hand tenderly and just watched her. It was completely dark now and the candles around seemed to light up only her face, bright and most precious it shone to him. Their eyes met and locked, and Camilla��s smile changed into a doting and blissful one. Charles couldn´t smile in his excitement, though his face was adorned with happiness, but determination as he whispered: “I love you.”

He had said it to her very often before, but not even once he said it for no reason. Each time it came from the ground of his heart, each time it was full with all of his feelings. And each time it flashed her, pierced marrow and bone, to stand in front of his bare soul. And each time she was overrun from her own feelings, as she couldn´t believe to love this little prince already so deeply, just a few months after he transformed from a famous person she knew only from TV and magazines and never ever expected to meet, into someone who hooked into her life in the most natural way and whom she never wanted to let go again. If she was honest to herself, she even feared that he could go away. But probably he had to…and, inside Camilla carpeted herself,…of course he must. Or maybe not?

At least not tonight, she decided to be happy again. Charles still stared at her, his enchanted gaze hadn´t change one bit, but he didn´t expect an answer. He still had clasped her hand and tenderly his thumb caressed her.

Shivering, maybe from the cold but maybe also from the wave of feelings that rolled through her, Camilla snuggled more into the blanket Charles had draped around her. “Cold?” he asked quietly, but also in the way just her little prince was able to. The next wave rolled through her body and the tender sound in his voice tickled down her spine.

Still a rest of her thoughts in a small corner of her brain she chewed her lips, and almost a bit shy nodded to him. Charles tilted his head more, as always anything she did was sweet and adorable to him, and exhaling he smiled wider while spreading his arms. Camilla didn´t think twice. Quickly she crawled on his lap and squealing embraced him, wrapping them both in the tartan blanket.

As if he had caught a precious gift before someone else could have it, Charles cheered, with a roguish laughing in the undertone. Tightly he hold her and tenderly cradled her, but Camilla hadn´t notice it so very much. Her head rested in the crook of his neck, she had closed her eyes, and still tightly embraced him with the blanket around. She almost clawed into him.

If this moment would last forever, if they would remain in this embrace here on the rooftop forever, she wouldn´t mind. She felt warm again, from the outside and more important, from the inside. Just right now she was endless happy, just right now everything felt right and complete. If they would stay here forever, she didn´t need fruitless to rack her brain about all the occurrences that overrun her recently. And just right now she knew her heart was at home.

“Fred?” Camilla mumbled into his neck. “Mmh?” Charles answered delightful as he felt in heaven, which wasn´t down to the fact that they sat near to the sky, more to the fact that he was in totally peace now. The tip of her nose stroke along his cheek, attended by some light kisses she aspirated on him. “Fred…?” she breathed again as their eyes met. Charles almost spellbound watched her, if she just knew how beautiful she looked to him! “Fred, I love you.”

In pure bliss he inaudible sighed, and he happy grinned from ear to ear. It also wasn´t the first time she had said it to him. And he also knew it was the absolute truth. But it still was a miracle to him. He was insecure, shy and clumsy most of the time. Yes, he even called himself ugly. He had uncommon hobbies, he had problems to find friendly connections with peoples of his age. All in all, he felt he was a strange existence. But her love, the love that he probably didn’t deserve, in his eyes at least, changed him inside. He didn´t know before that he could have so much self-confidence, that he was really witty, that he was interesting to talk to, yet even that he started to change into a man. He was a whole and complete person by her side.

Charles wrapped his arms tighter around her hips. “Really?” he still enchanted breathed. She almost besotted smiled and tilted her head to watch him better. She knew how he felt if she wasn´t with him. And she knew that he had blossomed since being with her, but she also felt that he had woken up things inside her. Just a few month ago she thought that she was ready for life and couldn´t evolve any longer. And she didn´t know how, but her little prince had shown her so many more inside her. And, most important, he had given her a new kind of love. A blissful, respectful and peaceful love, with so much happiness. There was no distrust, a new experience for her. Not for one second he let her feel sad or insecure about his feelings, no, it was quite the difference. There wasn´t any second she didn´t feel like on pink clouds, like adored and carried on his hands. And she felt a somehow unmovable link between them. “Is this how the great love really feels?” Camilla mused not for the first time.

“Really,” she whispered with all her heart and it was the last Charles needed to kiss her. His tips of the fingers had touched her cheek and his thumb gently caressed her chin, but it was just one of the reason to let Camilla shiver as the tip of their tongues met. Very quickly Charles had learned to show her all his emotions with his kisses. He enjoyed it very much to please her, and sometimes he even felt a bit proud if he drove her crazy with just one long kiss.

And just right now he wanted to show her all: his love for her, his appreciation that she loved him, his joy that she was here with him…and his passion for her. Sighing Camilla forgot the blanket, it slipped down their shoulders, but none of them recognised the cooled down temperature any longer. She kissed him back in the same way, and after a millisecond to catch breathe their smacking lips touched again.

Charles hold her tightly on his lap, but actually he didn´t need to do as she deeply clawed into him. Hard her body pressed against him, and slowly he was aware of the curves in his hands. Almost on its own his hands traced the outline of her body, with a gentle grip he stroke up and down her hips. This, and the feeling of her stout breasts pressing against his chest was enough to wake up his “best friend”. He couldn´t help, but just to imagine what waited for him under her dress let him forget anything around. And let him slide into awkward situations now and then. Just a few days ago he had a rather boring meeting with his parents and private secretaries, as his thoughts wandered to his girlfriend and immediately a huge erection pressed against his trousers. The more he tried to press it down, the harder he got, and he was sure at least his father had recognised something…

But yet he didn´t care any longer. His hands explored her trained legs, carefully but determined his tips of the fingers stroke down the bare skin of a perfection which Charles didn´t dare to even think of ever seeing in real life, before meeting her. A goose bump spread over her body, as his nails scratched up the back side of her thighs and his hands slipped under the mint summer dress.

And almost eager she fidget around on his lap, as he grabbed her bottom and kneaded her cheeks. Their lower bodies started to grind against each other, as her tongue circled deeper in his mouth the harder he massaged her. And the harder his penis pressed against her crutch.

Charles´s hands tried to slip up further, but her dress was very tight around her waist. And with a bit surprise but also relief, Camilla shortly moaned as Charles grabbed her breasts through the cloth of her cardigan. But it couldn´t be enough like that, for the both of them. Panting they parted, and for a short moment watched each other with their blushed faces. Camilla enchanted smiled, as he mumbled with puppy eyes and trembling lips: “Adore you…”

Their hands clashed against each other as they tried to open the buttons of her cardigan as fast as possible. And somehow it dangled down from her arms now as she clawed into his shoulders while he sunk down into her cleavage. Languorous sighing she appreciated Charles lips on her and his huge hands cupping her breasts. He wondered if one day he would be over the fact that she had a cleavage from heaven, a pair of breasts out of his wildest dreams, and that he was the one who could spoil these treasures, also in a way she obviously longed for. As her heavy up and down sinking chest and the hands that pressed him deeper into her flesh, told him.

He adored every single millimetre of this cleavage, he kissed the curvy top of her breasts, his tongue slipped down the cleavage, and his hands had slightly ripped down the dress. With his thumbs he slipped under the cloth and gently caressed her aroused nipples. He groaned in the same second Camilla heavy winced and her nails clawed more into his neck.

His body, in fact the hard thing between his legs, longed for just ripping down the dress completely and to love her right on the spot, here on the rooftop of Buckingham Palace. But his heart, and even his brain forbid him.

Very reluctant to let loose of her Charles looked up in the agitated face of his girlfriend. They didn´t need to talk to, and probably weren´t able to any longer. They just helped up each other, grabbed their hands and almost run towards the exit door. Quickly they jumped down the small step and along the corridor of the upper floor. By reaching the next door Charles stopped for a moment, deeply exhaled and made a sign to try to stay cool. He pecked her lips, squared his shoulders and opened the door.

Immediately they stared into the face of a servant, who obviously had taken his place for the night shift. Camilla tried to hide her running breath by stop breathing at all, the same did her boyfriend, as the servant bowed down and wished a good night. Camilla was sure he had noticed something, but Charles just pushed her away without answering the servant.

Turning round the next corner they dared to breathe again and broke out in heavy giggles at the same time. But it didn´t stop them from rushing down the corridor as fast as possible. The way was long and gave them a chance to calm down a bit, which was an advantage as they occasional met some more people, luckily most servants.

Yet Camilla was relieved as they finally reached the huge corridor she entered some hours ago for the first time. A servant opened the door to Charles´s wing with a bow, and not a second later she found herself pressed against the wall like also some hours ago. Without any word Charles started to kiss her again and his hands restless stroke up and down her body and tried to undress her.

But his impatience let him merciless fail. Camilla giggled over his attempts, but didn´t let loose of his kiss. Yet, she deeply kissed him back and had already fumbled the shirt out of his trousers. Charles knew actually that they couldn´t go on here on the corridor with this, but his body had problems to listen to his brain. And thankfully he recognised that Camilla pushed them somehow up the stairs and round the corner to his apartment.

They still needed ages to reach the door and Charles opened it with his elbow, as his hands were clawed into the body of his adorable girlfriend. The door swung open and they almost fell down on the floor. But the huge and heavy table stopped them and the door clapped shut.

Either Charles had pressed her down on the table top or Camilla had pushed him down with her, it was unclear but also total unimportant to them. It wasn´t comfortable at all, but he laid between her entwined legs, steadied on his elbows and kissed down her neck to her cleavage again.

He managed to rip down the upper part and as he watched her bare breasts, with her aroused nipples almost staring at him, it almost killed him. With a croaky voice he groaned, and Camilla felt his hard one pressing even more into her crutch. And his lips glued on her sensitive spots now, his fingers kneaded and massaged her and if she looked down to watch him, it felt even more arousing to her.

Her lower body already grinded against his and her chest pressed more into his mouth, as she rarely couldn´t get enough of Charles spoiling her like this. But she also wanted him naked, and she had crinkled his shirt meanwhile completely and ripped up to his shoulders. Somehow both understand that nothing would work here and tried to make their way into his living room.

He could barely let loose of her wonderful breasts, but Camilla managed to push his shirt over his head. It landed somewhere.

The staff had switched on the lights in every room they could use, but neither of them both noticed it. Charles was used to it anyway, but they were sunken into each other so much, not even a detonating bomb had disturbed them.

The sofa was much more comfortable, as Camilla landed on it. Charles´s hands were everywhere on her, followed from his lips, which landed also uncontrolled on her mouth between his caresses. “Darling, darling…” she panted as he sucked on her breast and drove her almost crazy. But they both had to get rid of their clothes, this was for sure.

And so Charles kneeled down on the floor, between her legs, and desperately tried to unzip his trousers. Camilla quickly opened his belt and giggling joined his attempt then. But Charles was more than impatient, red faced and panting he grunted. And with one fast jerk the trousers were open, but the zip destroyed. His girlfriend giggled anew, but Charles bugged of stripped the trousers down.

His hard one very visible loomed out of his boxers. And he shivered as he felt the hands of Camilla touching his waist and slipping down then to remove his trousers. He was so aroused, his penis almost touched his navel. And he never found this a noteworthy sight, but he knew, and her eyes told him once more, she thought he looked beautiful there. Of course, this gave him more confidence, but just right now he squealed and bit his lips, as the back of her index finger tenderly stroke up from his crown jewels to his sensitive tip.

And he died as he watched her opening her zip of the dress by herself and pushing it down to her bottom. She took his hands and placed them on the crinkled dress, lifted her bottom and gulping Charles pushed it down to her knees. Adoring his hands glided back to her curves, traced the outline of her waist and his thumb slipped under the tiny lace pant, tickling her along the edging.

Camilla exhaled and closed her eyes for a moment, while her bottom slipped further down to the edge of the sofa. Charles kissed each of her breasts, before he grabbed her pants tightly and pushed them down also. While he removed her clothes completely and even stripped off her shoes, he couldn´t take away his eyes from her.

Her soft and already wet lips loomed out between her slightly stretched legs, the dark blond curls in this cute triangle, her curvy waist and those more than perfect breasts….and the way she looked at him with her light open mouth and her blue eyes, so full of passion now.

He just fell down on her, his strong arms lifted her up a bit from the cushion and the sunk down in a deep and more arousing kiss. Her arms strong flung around his neck and her legs crossed behind his back. His feet unconsciously struggled down his trousers and boxers, and somehow he slipped out of his shoes also.

One of his hand had dared to slip down on her, and as he touched her between her legs and with light pressure started to caress her, Camilla had to stop kissing and arched back her head with a long deep groan. And he couldn´t deny that this turned him on once more, and slowly he dived down her body. His head slipped out of her embrace by kissing his way to her breasts, and slowly she sunk back into the cushion. But her lower body had lifted up and tried to press, in circling moves, against his face. Charles grabbed her back and her bottom then, while he found his way between her legs.

Her hands rushed through his dark wavy hair, even pulled it lightly, and her legs dangled over his shoulder, while he explored her. But Charles felt, he couldn´t survive this any longer. And he wanted her, so very much! Heavy fighting for breath he looked up to her, but as he met her eyes and felt her hands gentle touching his face, he knew she also was ready for him.

It wasn´t always so important for Camilla what he did to her body for making love. Sometimes it just needed his special and adoring gaze, whispered terms of endearment into her hear and softly kisses, so full of his love, to yearn for him completely. She didn´t mind that he didn´t know all the skills of a “perfect” lover, but actually he was for her. Their chemistry was so heavy, sometimes it was enough if he touched a part of her bare skin and it flashed all through her body.

And yet her legs started to shake in excitement and pleasure, as he slowly scrambled up between them again and watched her with wide and adoring eyes. Camilla flung her arms around his neck and kissed him, while her legs got wider for him. Charles sunk down in this kiss and he already had grabbed her bottom, as something flashed through his mind.

No! By no means he can take her here on his old sofa, not the first time she visited him at home!

“Wait,” he more panted as whispered into her lips and Camilla was confused. Charles wondered how he had managed to get up on his feet again, but determined he lifted up his girlfriend on his arms. Surprised she squealed and clawed into his shoulder, but as she watched his eyes laying on her like on a precious gift, worth to fight for like a lion, she flung her arms around his neck and enchanted stared back at him.

Charles didn´t look around, his eyes were glued on her, as he carried her over into his bedroom. Carefully he placed her on his huge bed and Camilla reached out one arm to him. Charles took her hand, but his gaze wandered up and down her body. He still couldn´t grasp that he could call this beautiful girl, almost a woman, his girlfriend. That he was allowed to make love to this perfect body, that he even was able to bring her greatest pleasure and that she loved to lay in his arms.

It overrun him again and his erection started to hurt, so much aroused he was. He slipped between her legs, Camilla embraced him and felt his condition. Their noses touched and she whispered: “Love you, darling. Love you.�� But this let Charles shiver even more, with trembling lips he nodded, but felt he couldn´t hold it for very long now. But he wanted it so desperately, he wanted to give her pleasure and to savour her.

Smiling her index finger touched his lips, “sshhh…” she tried to calm him down. Her hands steadied against his shoulder to push him up, and Charles didn´t know how, but suddenly he knelt on his bed and was kissed from his girlfriend before she turned around on her knees. Gulping and confused he watched her how she scrambled on his lap backwards and took his arms to embrace and hold her.

Her head leaned back, her open lips stripped along his cheek and her right arm flung around his neck. Charles wasn´t sure if he would explode immediately as he felt her bottom lifting up, her left hand grabbing his very hard one and how she slowly sunk down on him. They never before had made love like this.

For a moment he had to hold his breath and squinting his eyes, but his girlfriend sighed in pleasure. Slowly she begun to circle on him and leaned more against his chest. Charles dared to open his eyes and entranced watched her. It was more wonderful as when she sat on top of him, somehow she was totally lost now, she just completely fell into him. She had her own rhythm, but as she quietly begun to moan as he kneaded her breasts in his hands he couldn´t do other as to join her in her moves.

But she got faster now, and Charles realised that he had to focus on her to hold her tightly. That prevented him from coming too early, no matter how close on the edge he was, and so this was a perfect position, he decided.

One hand rested on her stomach now to give her better hold, and one arm was still wrapped around her breasts. Gentle he fondled her nipple, he knew she liked it, but he loved the feeling also. And he had to stop breathing for the next time, as Camilla took his hand on her stomach and placed it between her legs.

And he thought she looked even more beautiful how she writhed on him, under his caresses between her legs and the rhythmic shoves he gave her now. How she forgot the world around, just leaned on him, her face buried into his neck and her quietly moans sounded in his ear. How her fluid wetted his fingers, how he felt the sweat on her skin, how he felt waves of pleasure rolling through her body. He had loved to see them in a mirror now, her arousal, their intertwined bodies, and their trust into each other.

But unconsciously his shoves became a bit faster and his fingers circled a bit harder round her clit, as she started to tremble on him. And with a long and deep grunt she heavy jerked, got limp for a moment and became quiet. Charles felt how her body relaxed, and he still hold her strong in his arms. And he heavy gasped.

Cloudy she watched into her boyfriend´s eyes, lovingly smiled at him and took his hands. Her weak knees slipped down on the bedlinen and Charles breathless followed her. He wasn´t sure any longer if he´d survive this night at all.

She kneeled on the bed, her bottom cheeks looked like a full moon to him, and irresistible her still swollen and wet lips invited him. Still hesitant he sat there, totally at the edge and watched her with an open mouth. Smiling she looked around, over her shoulder and grabbed his hand anew. Trembling he bent over her, almost laid on her back and embraced her.

Her huge breasts laid on his lower arms, and as his penis touched her wetness he jerky yelled out. And like two magnets they found each other again, within a second Charles almost fainted. He felt like swirling around, and totally uncontrolled he moved in and out of her. His weight laid on her completely, but Camilla didn´t mind. She had steadied on the mattress and tried to join his rhythm.

But not even half a minute later her boyfriend stopped breathing, clawed tighter into her breasts, stopped moving then and broke down on her with a jerky and deep groan. She laid down on the mattress again, still pressed onto her Charles followed her, all what he did was wheezing.

And trying to caress her, as she turned around on her side to look at him. Blushed and sweating he stared at her, tried to form a smile and to say something. But just blurry sounds escaped his mouth and they both had to giggle. Camilla flung her arms around his neck, Charles tried to do also, but his hands still dangled over her. He hadn´t back the full control over his body yet.

Her index finger traced the lines of his face, followed from her lovely gaze. Slowly Charles relaxed, bent forward and placed a huge smacker on her lips. And her gaze became mischievous, as she rubbed nose with him and whispered: “Did you like it?” Charles chuckled, laughed louder and his hand rushed over his face and through his messy hair then: “Oh…my…god…” he jerky answered.

Arching her head back in laughter Camilla steadied on her elbow and looked down to her prince, who had turned on his back. But his left arm had wrapped her waist tightly. “Will you stay here tonight?” he breathed, while his right hand gently fondled her breasts. Camilla was surprised for a moment, she hadn´t thought over this until now, as she just enjoyed every second with her prince. “Uumh…I´ve nothing here for the night…and…are you allowed to have someone here…?”

Charles laughed and straightened up to kiss her. Grinning he wiped a wisp of hair out of her face: “All you need for the night is here,” he pointed to himself. “And…actually…I never had someone here before…but, no one is interested in this, I guess…” He shrugged shoulders, but embraced her smirking: “And…no one can forbid the sunshine in this bunker here. The sunshine that saves my life.” It should sound funny, but it wasn´t. It escaped his mouth as the truth, and Camilla knew it.

She snuggled into her boyfriend and kissed his bare shoulder: “Oh darling…I love you…”. They remained silent in this embrace for a while, until Camilla finally interrupted with her infecting chuckle. She overstated sniffled at them both and laughed: “But maybe we should have a shower!” Charles frowned, lifted up her arm and sniffled at her axilla. Exaggerated he pulled a face: “Ooooohhhh…yes! You really should have one!”

Camilla teasingly boxed him: “No! You! Urgent!” And while Charles didn´t hesitate to shoulder her, she laughing hit him again: “Really urgent!” Kidding around they tumbled across his bedroom into his bathroom.

It was much smaller as Camilla had expected it, and less luxury. Of course, it was three times bigger than her own bathroom, but not much different to the bathroom at The Laines. And she really had to laugh, as Charles had to hammer against the pipe to get warm water. “Thousand years old…” he mumbled, “Never buy a palace, darling. My father is busy to renovate here since ages. Of course, it didn´t reach this wing so far…” While he said this, he didn´t mind to stay in the cold water jet, while Camilla shivering wrapped her arms around herself.

For the rest it was as always, if they took a shower together. The shower head changed into a kind of weapon, laughing ripped out of each other´s hand to tease and kidding around. But there was no clear winner, and at the end it became silent. Wrapped into each other, parts of their bodies still soaped, they shared a deep kiss, while the warm water run down on them.

Washed and shampooed, blown-dry and dressed into one of his T-shirts he shouldered her again and with a loud cheer let her fall down into his bed. The mattress bounced as he jumped in there too, and roaring like a lion he took her into his arms. “Cheeky monkey,” Camilla pinched his nose but happy grinned at him. Charles smirked: “More a wolf…a hungry wolf…” At the same time his stomach grumbled, as he had eaten almost nothing from their precious picnic before.

“Something to eat, darling?” he asked her. Camilla shook her head: “No, maybe to drink….But, you don´t have anything in your kitchen…” “No,” Charles turned around and grabbed the receiver of the phone from his bedside locker. “I will order something.” For a moment Camilla thought it was strange, before she recalled where she actually was.

He just gave a very short instruction and hung up, not even noticing that the receiver just half dangled in the cradle. But canoodling and caressing the girl that was the most wonderful in the whole wide world to him was much important than anything else.

Not even two minutes later in knocked at the door, Charles just yelled a short “Yes, please!” and a servant, dressed into a red and golden livery, came in. Charles just lightly turned around to him and still hold Camilla tightly in his arms. Shocked she stared at the servant, she absolutely hadn´t expect this. And gulping she tried to dive down, to snuggle more into Charles´s arm and pushing the blanket higher, almost to the tip of her nose. With wide eyes she observed the scene, but she wondered.

The servant didn´t seem to notice her at all. He quietly talked just to Charles, asking for his directive. And though he again and again looked at him in his bed, Camilla didn´t seem to exist for him. Charles was totally relaxed with this, pointed on a small table in the edge to put down the tray and to bring the drinks to the bedside locker.

And Camilla had loved to hide under the blanket completely as the servant really came over to the bed, brought the drinks, before he bowed down to Charles. Back in the door frame he turned around once more and said: “Wish to have a good night, Sir!” Then he shut the door and also the entrance door snap shut.

A bit confused Charles stared at Camilla´s frozen and astonished face. “What´s wrong, darling?” he carefully, almost worried, asked. Camilla just stuttered and scrambled up again: “I…I…thought….I didn´t expect…I thought we would pick up the tray from the corridor…or whatever…” Charles couldn´t understand in the first second what she actually meant, but chuckled then lovingly: “Oh sweetie, I´m sorry!” He kissed her: “Don´t worry, he won´t tell anything!”

Serious Camilla looked back at him: “He will.” Charles gulped, he never had thought of this. But probably, yes…Strongly he took her in his arms, and looked desperate: “I´m sorry…really. You know…sometimes I´m just a bloody fool…are you angry now?” Camilla chuckling shook her head and lovingly kissed him while caressing his cheek: “No! It´s just…I rarely get visits from strange men in my bedroom.” Charles could laugh again: “I´m so grateful, I´m not a stranger to you!” Teasing and boxing each other, but particularly giggling and laughing, they rolled over his bed back and forth, until Camilla laid on top of him.

“Darling?” she asked, enjoying the tickling index finger of her boyfriend on her cheek. “Mmh…” he asked while adoring watched her. “Maybe the next time he can put the tray into the next room, and we could pick it up there?” Charles mused for a second, and thought it was a rather good idea. As most of the ideas this wonderful girl had, the girl that showed him the other side of the world. The side that he was scary until he had met her, and had to find out that the sun lived there.

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tharkilm · 2 years ago

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lilac, orion, grim and charm hobbies?

Lilac: He doesn’t really have many hobbies these days unless you count people watching from dark alleyways and rooftops as hobbies… Though, if there’s one thing he likes to do, then it’s to shortcut into the pet shop at night to pet the bunnies there. Their fur is so soft, and their little noses are adorable. He finds it difficult to resist the urge to steal one.

If he’s with you, then his hobbies include following you, staring at you, scaring away anyone who comes near that aren’t already your family and friends, and doing whatever it is you want him to do with you, within reason.

Orion: Baking. True, it is what he does as his part-time job at the bakery, but he rarely gets to make beautiful cakes there. When he’s home, he’ll bake cakes, biscuits, and muffins, and sometimes even try his hand at chocolate. When he’s not doing that then he’ll help Lantana with the garden. He likes flowers, so it brings him a lot of joy to see them thrive with his help.

If he’s with you, then he’d love for you to join him with the baking, even if by that you’ll only sit and watch, or give him what he needs now and again. He’d also love it if you tasted what he made for you. He’ll soon find out that one of his new hobbies will include watching you eat. Perhaps it is just a soothing thing for him to do, seeing that you’re well fed and all that, but it really makes him happy to see you happily fed on what he makes for you.

Grim: Funnily enough, he likes to disguise himself on his slow days and partly work at a coffee shop. The other employees there have since long stopped questioning his sudden presence, choosing instead to just accept that there’s someone extra there from time to time. He might have even built upon himself a reputation as the mysterious and dark barista that charms all who meets him.

Perhaps, it might have been where you’d met him, coming in on that fated day when he’d been bored and had just wanted to enjoy making coffee and flirting with customers. He’d given you much attention and had been amused by your flushed face. You couldn’t have known the immediate attraction he’d felt for you on that first day. His love for coffee only grew after that, and he will take on this hobby in your home too; creating delicious brews for you to drink.

Charm: Despite finding a profitable business in fashion, he still really loves to perform on top of a stage. The attention, the rush of magic through his bones, the way he’s able to twist himself around the pole; it’s exhilarating! And then of course, once he’s finished on stage and going back home to relax again, he will sit down on his fluffy bed and pick up a sketch book. However, instead of clothing, he will instead sketch out ideas on how to make his home even more cosy. He’s a bit of a maximalist when it comes to decorating, though his ideas are always well thought out, and he’s a master at making his space appear beautiful.

After the two of you have grown close, he will offer to let you join the clubs he sometimes frequents. You’ll get a free pass and free drinks, and you’ll get an opportunity to cheer him on as he gives the room a show (well, it’s really only for you, what with the way he secretly keeps eye-contact throughout the whole thing). Afterwards you can both sit and cuddle in his bed as he shares his ideas with you, coming with suggestions on how to redecorate, and eagerly listening in on your own tips. Talking about this sort of stuff just feels so… warm.

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storiesofsvu · 2 years ago

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Journey to the Past Ch 27

Bryan Kneef x reader no real warnings, mainly fluff, Bry and reader playing house and gaining that work home balance.

As it turned out, the weekend babysitting went far better than either of you had expected, both of you able to keep up with the kids, keep them entertained, happy, fed and with only one minor meltdown. It was certainly a different sight to see Bryan playing caregiver, scooping up the Carson to point out where the monkeys were swinging though the trees, bright smiles on both their cheeks. You felt the warmth coursing through your chest and down into your bones, if you hadn’t already been pregnant, it definitely would’ve been the day you told Bryan you wanted a family with him. He didn’t have to say it, but the entire experience made him feel the same way, seeing the way Emma latched onto you rather than just imagining it, he knew that he was ready for this and couldn’t wait to see you with your own child in your arms. As much as he had been teasing about wanting a boy, he was secretly praying that he would get a daughter, a mini copy of you, one that he could dote on and spoil for the rest of his life.

You’d decided to make sure Nate had as much time with his wife as possible and even some time on his own to try and decompress, keeping the kids out of the house until past dinner on Saturday. You offered to help get them to sleep and at first he declined but Emma overheard and you were dragged into the house so she could quickly show off her room and favourite stuffies before being reminded that it was bedtime. You made sure her face was washed and teeth were brushed before tucking her in to read her a story. When you finally had her door quietly shut and retreated back to the living room Nate thanked the two of you and offered you the same drink he’d offered Bryan while the two of them waited for you. You politely declined and when his brow furrowed, reminding you it was a nineteen year bottle of scotch you revealed your secret and you left that evening with a warm congratulations from him.

Things had gone so well that after only an hour of cartoons on Sunday the kids were asking for you again rather than spending the afternoon in the hospital daycare. You weren’t about to say no to helping out and spent the day split between lunch out, the aquarium and their favourite neighbourhood park. Once you’d successfully tuckered them out you returned back to the house, thankful for the key Nate had left you. He’d mentioned that he was likely spending into the evening at the hospital and you assured him you’d stay with the kids until he got back, no need to call an actual sitter.

Bryan started to explore around in the kitchen, familiarizing himself and picking out something for dinner, taking the time to clean out the fridge of all the expired items. His mind drifted back to the thoughts he’d had before the weekend, of raising a kid without support and he realized just how much becoming a parent was changing so many of his opinions and views. He pulled out his phone, plugging in a grocery order that should’ve been enough to last a couple of weeks of things Nate could easily toss together or simply microwave while still being healthy and satisfying.

Down the hall he knew your original intention was just to get the kids changed out of the messy clothes, maybe do some light playing or reading while he got dinner ready. But now he could hear you encouraging them to tidy up the playroom and their own rooms, with promises of extra cookies with dessert. Looking around the living room he realized just how much had gotten the best of Nate over the last little bit, there was no doubt he was still working as much as possible and being a top senior attorney was a heavy enough workload without two kids to take care of. He set a timer on the oven for the chicken and set his way around the main part of the house, cleaning and picking things up as he went. Distracted with his task and lost in his head he didn’t hear you coming down the hallway, leaning against the hallway with a small smile on your face.

“What’re you up to?” You asked and he glanced up with a small laugh on his cheeks.

“Same thing as you I guess.” He replied, nodding toward the two sippy cups and a lone lunch bag in your hands. He collected a couple of coffee mugs from the living room, crossing back through to the kitchen to place them in the dishwasher as you did the same with the contents of the lunch bag. “Just figured the guy could use a hand right now.”

“Playing house isn’t so bad, right?” You chuckled and Bryan smiled, leaning in to steal a kiss, his hand briefly resting on your small bump.

“Picking garbage wouldn’t be so bad as long as I was doing it with you.”

“Okay, now you’re going to make me sick.” You laughed with a grimace and Bryan feigned offence. “How long til dinner? I was gonna throw a load of laundry in.”

“Should be ready in ten.” He pecked your cheek, “don’t overwork yourself.”

“Oh I expect a lovely foot rub and extra cuddles when we get home.”

“Done and done.”

It was nearly eight thirty by the time you heard keys in the front door and a very tired Nate rounded the corner to find you and Bryan in the kitchen. His eyes swept through the space, taking in the clean living room, blankets folded over the back of the couch, work files neatly piled, iPads plugged in and in the appropriate electronics bins. He could hear the rumble of the dryer in the distance, the click as the dishwasher locked and started up.

“Hey.” You glanced up with a smile from you spot at the sink, finishing up with the last of a few handwashed dishes, “kids are fed, tired out, stories have been read and both in bed. We skipped bath time, thought it might be weird.”

“And all this?” He asked, gesturing to the room, the amount of dishes he knew was more than what would have been just dinner.

“There are meals and snacks prepped for the rest of the week, both adult and kid friendly.” Bryan explained with a smile. “Just wanted to give a helping hand.”

“Hey,” you started, “don’t worry about it, gives us a little practice run of what our lives are going to be.”

“And?” Nate raised a brow with a chuckle.

“Exhausted would about sum it up.” Bryan laughed.

“Well at least you guys are starting with one, work your way up to it.” The other man laughed, clapping him on the shoulder, “thank you, for everything.”

“Course.” You smiled, “let us know if you need anything else, don’t be a stranger.”

“With help like this, I wouldn’t dream of it.” He smiled as the two of you started to collect your things, “and that offer extends both ways alright? I know how intense newborn stage can be.”

“Oh god.” You groaned, turning to Bryan, “get me home. I need to sleep all I can while I can.”

“Of course.” He chuckled, wrapping an arm around you and pressing a kiss to your temple before the three of you all said goodnight and went your separate ways. True to his word when you got home Bryan got you situated in bed, first settling behind you, working out any tightness in your neck and shoulders, pressing gentle kisses to your skin as he did so. He got ready for bed himself, leaving you to turn on your latest television binge and when he came back he gave you he promised foot rub.

Your days went on like that, waking up together, sometimes with wandering hands as you begged Bryan to relieve your need for pleasure. He was never going to say no to that, often eager to slink down your body and bury his face between your legs, making you come over and over until his name was a prayer on your lips. If you didn’t have the extra time in the morning you’d usually end up together in the shower, a little bit of multi tasking while he rocked into you from behind, making sure you had seen stars before he sent you on your way for the day.

You both started to lose hours of the day, having almost too many things to do between work, preparation and doctor’s appointments. You worked from home as much as possible, Larissa either joining you in person or going over things over zoom. This way you were at least around to answer questions for the contractors Bryan had baby proofing the apartment. A few days after they were done you had Nate bring the kids over to go wild and figure out what else might be within reach of tiny hands that no one had realized and in return he treated the two of you to a night out.

Later in the week you found out that your fantastic poker skills and combined charisma back at Cherry Circle Room had indeed won over the Chicago Athletic Association as a joint client between firms, one that you and Bryan would be heading. Thankfully it didn’t add too much to the current work load but it did add a celebratory event at Cherry Circle, one that you wore something not so form fitting and Bryan made sure to keep your flute filled with ginger ale, your rocks glass secretly topped up with two fingers of iced tea instead.

As you moved into your next week of pregnancy you were definitely noticing you were having trouble fitting into your regular wardrobe, and in the ones that did still fit, it was becoming a little bit more obvious. Kim made a comment that she was sure you were about to pop bump wise any day and you let out the little huff, figuring that you should now tell your boss at the very least. Your plan was to work as late as you could and continue working from home after that but you didn’t want to be taking on any new major cases just in case something got dragged out months and you couldn’t take it to trial. You managed to keep it hush from the rest of the firm thanks to a few shifts in wardrobe and a quick shopping spree with Kim one afternoon. It wasn’t that you necessarily wanted to be keeping everything secret still, it was less of a tight lipped situation now but you knew the field you worked in and there was no way you wanted to be treated like less of an attorney simply because you had kids, especially before the baby was even born.

Bryan had attempted to make some feeble excuse that there was no way that would happen and all you had to do was raise a brow in his direction and he immediately shut up. He knew what his opinion would have been in the past, he had thought people (especially women) who chose the family life were weak, how were you supposed to be a cutthroat lawyer if you had to leave work early for a kid emergency constantly? He’d watched more than a few women at STR who were on their way to success end up dropping out of the race when they had kids, so he shut up really quick and didn’t push the matter. Though he did bring up that his opinion on it had changed recently, knowing just how much he wanted it, and how much work and time went into raising a family. He also knew just how cutthroat you were; you were already incredibly established in the city and your commitment to the job was prevalent. The two of you had already discussed plans for nannies and were set to start interviewing some in the coming weeks so they could be bonded right from the start and comfortable with the two of you.

In return you cast him a look with a less intimidating brow still raised and he chuckled, pressing a loving kiss to your cheek and nudging you towards the living room to go sit down so he could finish dinner.

The next morning you both got a surprise when Bryan’s phone rang halfway through Sunday brunch, the very heavy, convoluted and publicized case that had been sitting in limbo for what felt like months was finally going to trial. Plates were immediately boxed up so he could head home to make sure he had everything prepped. He reluctantly called Amber and his second chair to start going through arguments, witnesses and the like to seal any holes, cracks or worries in the case. You were a second set of fresh eyes going over everything for the first time for help until you left them to it, retiring for an afternoon nap.

By the time Bryan woke you for dinner it was practically nine. He apologised profusely for it being so late but wanted to make sure that you ate. You assured him with a soft smile that it was fine, you likely would’ve woken up in the middle of the night otherwise. He’d ordered Italian, making sure you got your share of whatever you wanted and felt a sense of pride soothe through him as you reached out, squeezing at his hand before pulling the case files toward you to see what you’d missed out on.

There was absolutely no doubt in his mind that the two of you were the ultimate pair, an incredible power couple with a wonderful future ahead of them. That you were going to be the most wonderful mother and that you would be able to balance the job and home life better than anyone he knew. He only hoped that it would rub off on him too, but the worry faded away as he gazed over at you, watching the way your hand caressed the little bump on your stomach while your free hand made notes on his work.

It turned out that sometimes, no matter how long it took, it really was worth the wait.

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briamichellewrites · 1 year ago

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Joe would love having a kitten to play with. And he did. After driving over to Mike’s with Bon Jovi, she put her on his kitchen table. She looked around at the humans. They were all looking at her. He gave her his hand. She rolled over to her back, as she chewed on it and kicked it with her back paws. He then gave her a pen. She kicked it with her paws before pouncing on it. That started them playing together with him tossing the pen and her going after it.

She imagined she was hunting a rodent like a mouse. Squeak. Squeak. Except, this made a funny sound. They laughed, as they watched them play. That’s what kittens did. They loved playing. They thought she was adorable with her little paws and tail. What breed of kitten was she? She was a Bengal cat. Did she come with her name or did she name her? She came with the name.

It was one of the reasons why she adopted her. She also made sure she was good with toddlers and dogs. Some breeds were known to become aggressive towards children. How was being a cat mother? It was awesome, except that she woke her and Rob up at six thirty to be fed. She got up half asleep and fed her breakfast before going back to sleep until seven when Rob got up. After he left, she got up because she had to use the bathroom.

She loved playing with whatever she could find. Even Rob’s shoelaces. They laughed. How long was she a kitten? It was a year but they didn’t stop growing until they were two years old. They could see how genuinely happy she was. Getting a kitten was a great idea because she gave her unconditional love and she made her feel wanted. She also made her laugh.

Bon Jovi rolled over to her back. She then noticed her tail moving around. Her front paws grabbed it and she started chewing on it. They laughed. Her tail continued moving around like a snake. She grabbed it again. I got you! Chester gave her his finger. She sniffed it before chewing on it. It didn’t hurt, though as she wasn’t chewing on it that hard. It tasted funny. He could feel her tongue. It was rough like sandpaper. Perfect for cleaning herself or tearing apart flesh from bones.

Misty came over to investigate after waking up from a nap. She smelled something but she didn’t know what it was. Rob grabbed Bon Jovi and brought her over to her. They sniffed each other before Misty looked at her human for help. Mike came over and introduced Bon Jovi as a kitten. Oh, that’s what a kitten looks like. She used her paw to pat her head.

She wanted to be gentle because she was so small. Just like a tiny human. Meow. Mike called her a good girl for being nice to the kitten. Thank you, human! She was a good girl! Bon Jovi was placed back on the table. She shook her head before running around and almost falling off. Brad’s quick reflexes caught her. She was a little scared, so she ran over to Bria for comfort. Bria scooped her up like a baby and held her with her tail between her legs.

“You’re okay. You have nine lives, remember?”

They laughed. She kissed her little forehead before putting her back on the table. After a while, she was placed back into her carrier to go home. The band had fun watching her adorable kitten self. They were told they could visit her anytime. They laughed. Bon Jovi was adorable! Bria was a great mother to her. Rob was secretly planning on officially asking her to be his girlfriend.

If he didn’t, one of the other guys would. Mike and Joe were the only single ones in the band. He didn’t know if she was attracted to Joe. Was she attracted to him? Yes, he truly felt she was. He had moments where he didn’t feel like he was good enough. Either as a drummer or in his life. Everyone was better than him, or that’s what it felt like. He practiced for hours every day but he still had difficulty believing the band wasn’t going to replace him someday.

Yes, Rob. You are more than good enough. The only person who didn’t believe that was him. Was he good enough to be her boyfriend? No, he wasn’t. Nobody was. They didn’t deserve her. He still had the satisfaction that he got to go home to her every night. They didn’t get to do that. They didn’t get to taste her delicious cooking every night. He did.

They didn’t get to kiss her or love her body. He did. When he arrived at her place, Bon Jovi was eating dinner. He said hello to her and Bria, who was making dinner in the kitchen. She yawned before saying hello back. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head. Thank you. He then sat down and started the conversation by telling her that Joe had a crush on her. She heard that from Mike. He was a cool dude but she didn’t know if she was interested in him.

No offense to him. Why not? It was nothing against him, she just wasn’t that attracted to him. That was fair. She couldn’t force herself to be attracted to someone. What did she think about their relationship? She liked hooking up with him and having him come over. Did she want to be in a relationship with him or just be friends with benefits? She wanted to have a relationship with him.

“I want to have a relationship with you, too. I like what we have right now but I want more. I want to call you my girlfriend.”

“I’ll be your girlfriend! You are so fucking adorable! Oh my god”, she said excitedly.

He laughed at her reaction. It was not what he expected at all. He was also very relieved because it was something he had been thinking about all day. His girlfriend. He bent down and kissed her. She then went back to cooking the food before she burned it accidentally. He couldn’t wait to tell the band the next day! Bria is officially my girlfriend! He was so happy!

She said yes! – Rob

Oh my god! Congratulations! – Mike

After eating, he checked on Bon Jovi. She was fast asleep at the top of her cat tree. Her ear twitched as it picked up sounds. He wondered what kittens dreamed of. Chasing mice? Eating their tails? He would never know. She looked so peaceful that he didn’t want to wake her up. It had been a long couple of hours playing with Joe, so she needed to restore her energy to run around in the middle of the night.

Bria cleaned up the kitchen and dishes before coming over to him. The following day, Mike congratulated him. The band was confused, so he let them know he asked Bria to be his girlfriend. Congratulations, you lucky bastard! They were happy for him because he got the girl they loved. He thanked them before getting his stuff ready. Was she coming over? He didn’t know because she was feeling tired, so she might stay at home with Bon Jovi.

Was she okay? Yeah. She just had a hard time sleeping the night before. Then, she had to get up and feed Bon Jovi around six thirty. That was understandable. Having a day to rest sounded amazing. Unfortunately, they had to work. Big Bad Brad wouldn’t allow them to slack off. After getting everything ready, they got started.

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gretavansteph · 3 years ago

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my girl | j.m.k

Happy Tuesday! This was a request based off of this ask and I hope you guys enjoy! I can't decide if I like it or not BUT I think I wanna do another one some other time so we'll see. Anyway, enjoy!

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People love feeding new parents lies, they absolutely adore it. It's like they're secretly getting a kick out of your reaction at the realization that parenting isn't just berries and cream. You weren't totally naïve to all of the things being fed to you when you found out you were pregnant, but you had kind of sort of hoped there was some truth behind some of the things people had said. You had read about some lucky parents that had given birth to easy babies, easy babies being ones that didn't scream and cry, they just whined when their diaper was dirty and when they needed another round of milk. Easy babies being happy babies that loved to smile, didn't throw fits, things like that. That's what you hoped for, maybe not all the way because then that would've been a perfect baby but you just wanted a little bit, and you prayed to whoever and whatever you could think of to at least throw you a bone.

It didn't work.

You groaned for what felt like the fifth time tonight, the sound of your newborn crying on the other side of the room waking you up from your nap. You hadn't been able to fully sleep so really you had just been taking naps. You were tired, so unbelievably tired after spending hours in labor. You just wanted to sleep through the night, just one night, but your baby had other plans. She was cranky like her mama, and you cursed yourself for passing that trait on to her as you pushed the covers back to make your way over to her crib.

"Shh, it's okay," you comforted her softly, careful not to wake her sleeping dad. "You're okay,"

You made sure to grab one of her blankets before making your way out of the bedroom, shutting the door softly behind you. You padded through the hallway into the living room, making yourself comfortable on the rocking chair you had been gifted on your baby shower. You struggled to get your shirt off as you tried to hold the fussy newborn steady, but once you got it off you positioned her on your chest as she latched on to your nipple. You rocked her back and forth gently, humming a random tune to further ease her. You were so so tired, the rocking and the humming putting you to sleep rather than the baby, but you couldn't help it.

Your labor had lasted a good 12 hours, the baby had been refusing to come out as the doctors had joked. It was kind of cute at first like, "haha she just loves how warm it is in there!". But it got really old really fast. You went from squirming around in pain every few minutes to a constant state of ongoing pain for the entire duration. The epidural hadn't done shit for you, and you wanted to choke the doctors but you knew it wasn't their fault. They were doing everything they could to help soothe you and to further dilate you naturally without having to induce you, and you really really did appreciate it but fuck, you wanted to rip someone's head off. Everything hurt so bad, and you just wanted the baby out so you could feel some sort of relief even if it was just for a second, but she took her sweet ass time.

In the mean time, her dad was the next best thing to ripping someone's head off. Except it was his hand that was almost ripped off by you squeezing so hard when you were finally able to start pushing. He had been wincing in pain and at one point looked like he was crying and you couldn't tell if it was because of your grip on his hand or because he had heard you cry out in pain one last time before hearing his own daughter's cry as she was finally pushed out. You felt horrible for causing him pain, but he assured you it was totally okay, even if he couldn't feel his hand.

"I put her inside of you which caused you more pain, we're even." he had joked.

Fast forward a few weeks and you were back home, and thank fuck that you were. You were so happy and relieved to finally be in your own house, in your own bed, using your own restroom and shower. Though you couldn't run around all the way yet, you felt more at peace simply being at home. That was during the day, because at night it was a whole other story.

The baby was a light sleeper, which also came from you unfortunately. Her dad on the other hand could sleep through a tornado which was why every time she woke up crying in the middle of the night you'd be the one to get up and take her. No amount of groaning and pushing Josh to wake up could get him up, you would think he was the one that endured that long ass labor instead of you.

"Baby?"

You furrowed your brows in your sleep, subconsciously tightening your hold around the now quiet baby in your arms.

"What are you doing in here?"

You groaned, the voice growing a little louder as the seconds went by but you refused to open your eyes. A laugh sounded at your disapproval of being woken up, and you felt your arms become a little lighter as the baby was shifted from you.

Hold the fuck on.

Your eyes shot open and you pulled the baby back into your chest, guarding her from whatever the hell had tried taking her.

"Calm down mama bear, it's just me."

You blinked a few times, looking around the room for the voice that spoke and finally settling on a mop of messy curls and a sleepy face right next to you. You let out a sigh of relief and offered him a small smile.

"Morning," you mumbled sleepily.

He returned the smile, leaning over to press a gentle kiss to the top of your head.

"What are you doing in here?" he repeated.

You sighed, motioning with your head towards the sleeping baby in your arms. "She woke up screaming in the middle of the night, I brought her out here to nurse her and we fell asleep."

He gave you a look filled with nothing but pure adoration, one that matched the one that had been permanently etched on his face since the day you met, as well as the day you told him you were pregnant. His love for you had only grown since then, and it still somehow continues to grow.

As if hearing that she was the conversation topic, the baby in your arms began to squirm, letting out a big stretch followed by the sound of an erupting volcano. You laughed, sharing a look with Josh.

"She's definitely your daughter." you joked, to which he smiled proudly.

You tightened your grip on her and slowly made your way up and out of the chair, stretching your neck as best as you could as you held the precious cargo in your arms. You led her back into your bedroom, Josh following closely behind. You set her down on the bed, turning to face Josh to open your mouth to ask him for a diaper and wipes but he beat you to it.

"I've got it, love." he said, already walking over with what he needed in his hands.

You opened your mouth to argue, but he cut you off once again.

"It's okay, mama, really." he assured you. "You lay down and get some rest, I can change her and watch her while you sleep."

You wanted to argue, it was in your blood to do so no matter what but your body was begging you to just crawl into bed and let Josh handle the baby for a few hours. You looked at the bed then back at him, watching as he was already changing the baby like an expert.

"Y/N, seriously, just go lay down. You need to rest."

You pouted at the sound of your name coming from his lips, you hated when he called you by your first name which was why he only used it on certain occasions. He watched you with a smile as you made your way to his side of the bed, crawling under the covers and instantly melting against the sheets. You could already feel sleep taking over, so with one last mumbled I love you to the loves of your life, you let yourself be swept under.

You don't know how long you had been asleep for, couldn't even tell what time it was when you woke up. The room was dark, except for the night light by the bedroom door. You sat up in bed, looking around wondering where your baby and your husband were. It was too quiet, way too quiet, so you kicked the covers off and slipped on a shirt before making your way down the hall in search for your little family.

It didn't take you long to find them, as the room they were in was one of Josh's favorite places to be. When it was just you and him you often had to drag him out of there, as he refused to come out even when he needed to eat. He loved being in there, surrounded by the things he loved and the things that made him happy.

It was an at home studio in one of the spare bedrooms. It was filled with all sorts of instruments, different kinds of cameras he had accumulated over the years as well as posters from the films he had directed when he was younger accompanied by posters of the ones he really enjoyed watching. There was a few amps, some art he had painted hung on the walls and there was pictures of you and him as well as others with the baby. There was a rocking chair in there too, one that Josh had insisted he needed in there for when the baby wanted to hangout in there with him. It was the sweetest thing. You tiptoed towards the door, peaking through the crack to see Josh holding the baby in his arms as he rocked her back and forth gently on the chair. Your heart melted at the sight, but even more so at the conversation they were having.

"You look just like your mama," he said to her, earning a small cooing sound from her that made him break into the biggest smile. "You like that, huh? It's okay I know you do, but you should also know that you look like me too. Which really and truly makes you look like your Uncle Jake and then I guess your Uncle Sammy cause he's the forbidden twin and- hey, are you laughing at me?"

You covered your mouth with your hand trying to hold back your laughter as your baby laughed at her fathers rambling. You watched as he laughed along with her, trailing his finger ever so gently over her face as he continued.

"You know," he began. "I was so scared when your mama told me she was pregnant."

Your eyebrows went up in shock at the confession, one that you had never heard before.

"I was terrified even," he continued. "I knew I always wanted kids but whenever it was actually becoming a reality I just thought, holy shit - fuck I mean - damn it!" you watched as he hurriedly covered her ears in a fable attempt to keep her form his curse words. "Just don't tell your mom I said that okay cause she will literally castrate me if she knows you learned bad words from me. but anyway yeah as I was saying, I was terrified. I wanted to make sure I was a good enough father for you," he paused, pressing a kiss to her forehead before he went on. "So I made myself a promise, to be the best dad this world has ever seen and I intend to keep that promise."

Tears welled up in your eyes at his words, and you watched as he held the baby up towards his face, kissing all over her cheeks to which she cooed happily making him smile.

"I'm gonna show you the world," he whispered to her. "Anything you ever need or want it's yours, honey bee. Soon you'll get to come on tour with us, you'll be our own personal groupie and everyone is going to love you. I'm going to teach you how to sing, and I know Uncle Sammy will want to teach you how to play the piano and even his bass. Uncle Danny will show you how to take your rage out on the drums, and Uncle Jake is going to teach you how to brush your teeth with a guitar," he joked, snorting at his own joke. "No matter what you'll always have someone around you that loves you unconditionally, not as much as I do or as much as your mama does but they come pretty close."

He laid her down against his shoulder, cuddling her into his neck as he rubbed her back. Whispers of I love you's left his lips as he held onto his baby girl like his life depended on it. He continued to rock her gently, an all too familiar tune leaving his lips and that's when your tears burst through the seems as they all but poured down your face.

Can you light my love? Flames glowing bright as the sun Deeper than oceans you run Watch as our world has begun Your mind is a steam of colors Extending beyond our sky A land of infinite wonders A billion light years, from here now

You watched in awe as he held onto her, cradling her as gently as he could, but strong enough to protect her from anything and everything. He continued to sing to her, smiling down at her on occasion, and on one of those is occasions is when he caught sight of you at the door, standing there like a crazy person bawling your eyes out.

His eyes softened at the sight, and he beckoned you to come inside.

"Aw, come here, mama."

You pushed the door open as quietly as you could, stepping into the room and taking the empty seat on the other side of his lap, mimicking your daughter as you cuddled into his neck. He held onto the both of you as best as he could, rocking the chair some more lulling the baby to sleep.

"Did you sleep good?" he asked you, placing a kiss on your forehead.

You nodded your head, cuddling closer to him as you held onto one of your babies sock clad foot.

"You know, I never thanked you."

You looked up at him in confusion. "For what?"

"For gifting us our beautiful daughter," he said, his own tears welling up in his eyes. "I supplied my protein of course," you rolled your eyes at his crappy joke, and he gave you a smile as he continued. "But you, you created her, all of her. She went from a tiny little speck to a whole entire human being and it's the most wonderful thing I've ever had the pleasure of experiencing. You didn't have the easiest pregnancy and it killed me seeing you in so much pain all of the time, I just sat there and watched there wasn't much I could do. But you did it, you pushed through and you brought our wonderful baby girl into our lives and for that I am eternally grateful."

You placed your hand on his cheek, wiping the tears from his face. He leaned into your touch and you relished in the feeling of his love, the love that had never ever stopped pouring out of him. He has always filled you with so much love since the beginning, and now he's doing the same with his daughter.

"You're the best dad ever, you know that?"

He blushed at your words, and just as he was about to open his mouth to say something, an all too familiar groaning sound followed by an eruption sounded next to the two of you. You broke into a fit of giggles, standing up and reaching your hand out to help Josh up from the chair.

"That's my girl."

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gumnut-logic · 2 years ago

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Dad (or Five times Alan’s brothers carried him to bed and one time they didn’t) (Part 4, Bit 2/2)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 - Bit 1, Bit 2

This is all @flyboytracy ‘s fault.:P ::hugs:: From this post

::hangs head in shame:: We have some mild whump in this one. Sorry, I didn’t want to whump, but I couldn’t work out how to reach the scene I had in mind without it.

Many thanks to @katblu42 for the read through and reassurance ::hugs:: and, of course, so many thanks to all those supporting this fic. I hope I don’t dissappoint.

I hope you enjoy it.

-o-o-o-

Things settled a little bit after that. Virgil, of course, hovered for some time. He got like that when worried and he fussed like crazy.

But Alan tolerated it. He did what he felt he needed to do to stay on the Island with his brothers. There was no way he would do anything else.

Gordon held back on the blackmail and ribbing for once. He only mentioned it a single time, and that involved a grin and some good-natured noogie. Like, what was it with his hair, for goodness’ sake? Did it have a ‘mess me up’ sign on it or something?

But just like with Virgil, Alan let Gordon have his restrained little bit of fun. He did, after all, owe him big time, even if his fish brother didn’t seem to want to call him on it.

But then Gords was always there when it counted, all jokes aside.

Alan may have acquired some extra chocolate and celery bars on the next run to Aotearoa. He was his big brother and best friend, after all.

They built a pillow fort under the pool table to celebrate.

Gordon may not be a teenager anymore, but they had a care factor of zero and no one around to impress anyway. There were advantages to being out in the middle of the Pacific.

As for rescues, John fed him the low-risk ones. This didn’t stop Alan from worrying about the high-risk ones, but he clung to what he could involve himself in and kept his promise to John to not hack into Thunderbird Five.

So life went on and all five brothers managed.

Until the car accident.

Because they were Tracys after all and magnets for trouble.

Alan was in Aotearoa for school. It was a common thing. Sometimes it was for an excursion, sometimes for an exam, sometimes to just visit Ms Kent to say hi. This time it was a trip to the art gallery.

Virgil, of course, volunteered to chaperone. Alan rolled his eyes but was secretly happy about it. At least Virgil would spice up the topic with extra information on each of the works, and it was always fun to see Virgil get excited about something. He was such a big, loveable dork.

And hey, it was some time to spend with his artistic brother.

So they were driving across Auckland from the airport where they had left Tracy Two, when someone ran a red light.

The speeding car hit their driver’s side throwing them into a skidding spin across the intersection.

Airbags blew up in their faces and for some moments there, everything was screeching blur. Until it all came to a bone shaking crunch and the car stilled.

Alan froze for a moment while his brain caught up. Then…

“Virgil?” He pushed away the remains of the airbags. They seemed to have come from all directions, but he managed to uncover his big brother…whose eyes were closed.

Absolute terror flooded his veins. “Virgil!”

Virgil did not respond.

The urge to scream crawled up Alan’s throat, but suddenly all that training Scott had put him through, all that first aid he had been thrilled to learn as his first step into joining his brothers, slotted into place.

And he knew what he had to do.

His heart was still thumping wildly in his chest, but he was in control.

In control.

He assessed his brother as people outside came running. Pulse, breathing…he seemed okay. Alan thumbed his collar. “Thunderbird Five?”

“Alan? Aren’t you supposed to be at the Gallery?” He could almost hear the frown as his brother, no doubt, darted fingers across his massive world map to narrow it down to their location. A breath. Voice all sharp business. “Alan, report, what happened?”

“We’ve been in a car accident. Virgil is unconscious, and…” His heart was winning over his brain again. A deep breath. The most important thing in an emergency is to keep calm. Scott’s voice was a mantra in the back of his head.

John’s voice was softer. “Alan, what about you? Are you injured?”

“Noooo.” At least he didn’t think he was.

“Scott is on his way.”

“Oh dear, are you okay?” A woman stuck her head in the window of the car, startling Alan out of half of his life. He needed to check on Virgil, to make sure he wasn’t injured elsewhere.

To do that he had to get out of the car.

“Um, yeah, I’m okay.” He went to push the car door open, but it creaked and groaned, barely budging. On the other side of the car, someone was brushing away broken glass in an attempt to reach his brother.

It was only then Alan realised that the windscreen was no longer there. He attempted to move towards this avenue of escape, but found himself still tied to his seat by his seatbelt.

Cursing at himself, he unlatched the belt and climbed up and over the dash. Several hands reached to help him and he clambered onto the buckled hood of the car.

His helpers obviously wanted him to climb off the car, but he brushed them away and beelined for his big brother.

A distant clap of thunder and Thunderbird One suddenly appeared above the intersection as if she had teleported.

Considering the machs his brother had probably broken the length of the Kermadec Ridge, teleportation it might as well be.

Alan ignored the gasps of awe and the mutterings of ‘Thunderbird’ and scampered across the car hood to his injured big brother. Their car had slammed into a traffic light, buckling the driver’s side door. All the airbags and safety mechanisms had deployed and Alan was ever so thankful as his brother had no visible injury he could detect.

But he still wasn’t awake.

Alan’s heart was beating ever so fast.

“Alan!”

He looked up as Scott, in full uniform, ran up to the car, the crowd parting in awe ahead of him. His worried eyes darted between his two brothers.

“Virgil is not responding.” If his voice sounded a touch higher than normal, he was pleading kid on this occasion. Adulting was too terrifying.

Scott had his mediscanner out and playing over Virgil without another word.

“Oh, thank god.” It was whispered and Alan suspected he wasn’t supposed to hear it. A breath and Scott brightened a little. “He’s going to be okay, Allie. No injuries beyond a nasty bump on the head.”

Alan stared at Scott a moment and suddenly the scanner was trained on him. Another sigh and Alan was pulled bodily from the hood and hugged tightly. “A few bruises, but you’re okay.”

To his horror, Alan found himself shaking.

“Hey, hey, you’re okay. We’ll get Virgil out and then both of you can rest.”

Alan swallowed. “FAB.”

-o-o-o-

They did get Virgil out of the car. But since their brother was stable, Scott had to attend to the other driver first. The man was as unconscious as Virgil, but sporting several broken bones.

Alan sat with his injured brother while Scott attended to the other man.

Alan watched Virgil breathe.

Scott handed the driver over to emergency services as soon as they tore onto the scene.

Still Virgil didn’t stir.

One had its own set of jaws of life, though nothing in comparison to Virgil’s exo-suit, and they got him out just in time for consciousness to return…kinda. He was in Scott’s arms as they pulled him out of the vehicle. A groan and he twisted in his brother’s grip almost enough for Scott to drop him.

A groan and he puked all over Scott’s boots.

Alan, still shaking a little under an IR shock blanket, just stared.

He must have stopped thinking at some point because next thing he knew they were in the air, One roaring around them. Then they were in a hospital.

A busy hospital.

Alan followed Virgil’s stretcher. His big brother kept fading in and out, sometimes calling for Alan. He obviously wasn’t coherent.

The one time he spotted Alan, Virgil grabbed his hand and held it so tightly, Alan thought he might end up with broken fingers.

Gentle gloved hands pried them off him and Scott muttered something to Virgil, touching his hair and face, taking Virgil’s entire focus.

Alan’s eyes widened as his injured brother relaxed and closed his eyes.

Scott’s arm wrapped around Alan’s shoulders and drew him close as Virgil was taken in for examination.

They were directed to a cubicle one over and told to wait.

“How are you feeling?” Worried blue eyes were scanning him as much as the mediscanner had earlier.

He was still shaky but it was manageable. “I’m okay.” A blink. “Thank you for saving us.” It sounded corny, but that was what his brother did.

“Anytime, Allie.” Blue eyes sparkled in the fluorescent lights.

The sound of gagging in the next cubicle had both of them wincing.

-o-o-o-

Virgil was admitted for overnight observation, but apart from some bruises, Alan was free to go.

He didn’t go.

He ended up sitting beside Virgil’s bed. His brother was sleeping off a concussion so he wasn’t much for conversation, but Alan felt the need to stay with him.

Of course, Grandma and the rest of his family had swooped in earlier like the hurricane they were. Once they had all seen that all Virgil needed was quiet, Grandma had hustled them all off to a hotel.

Fortunately, when Alan requested to stay with Virgil, Scott had stepped in and vouched for him.

Grandma had eyed the two of them, particularly Scott and something was definitely communicated to his big brother. Probably something about bedtimes if the past was any indication.

But Alan was able to stay beside Virgil for a while at least.

And watch him breathe.

Time in hospitals is a weird thing and darkness fell quickly over their one window to the outside world. They had placed Virgil in a twin room, but the other bed was empty so they had it all to themselves.

Scott seemed as glued to Alan as Alan was to Virgil, so they were a quiet threesome for some time. But eventually reality intruded and Scott was called away to report on the incident to the authorities.

Finally left to himself, Alan slipped his fingers into Virgil’s lax hand and rested his head on the side of the bed.

Virgil breathed softly.

The absence of his snoring was like advertising that he wasn’t quite right. But his breathing was rhythmic and Alan was exhausted…

And he drifted off to sleep.

-o-o-o-

Whispered words of reassurance and he was being lifted. A deep, worried baritone, followed by more reassurance.

A kiss to his hair.

He was cradled, warm, cotton against his cheek as kind words rumbled beneath it.

Loved.

Dad.

The thought cleared his foggy head and reality intruded. It was Scott, not Dad, holding him.

But the love was still there.

And he clung to it.

He was sad he wasn’t held longer. But as Scott gently deposited him on the cool sheets of the empty bed and pulled off Alan’s shoes, he climbed on as well. Scott curled around him, ever so warm. A thin blanket was pulled over them and Alan relaxed into the bed.

He opened his eyes to find that Scott had placed both of them facing Virgil.

And a pair of dark worried brown eyes were staring back at him.

Virgil was awake!

But his big brother put a finger to his lips to signal him to be quiet.

And the reason why was slowly melting around him.

Scott’s breathing evened out into sleep.

On the other bed, Virgil smiled just a little.

Alan couldn’t help but return it.

‘Go to sleep’ was mouthed at him and Alan, finally seeing both his big brothers, one awake finally, the other asleep, could finally fully relax himself.

Wrapped in his big brother, he closed his eyes and drifted off.

-o-o-o-

TBC

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #Alan Tracy #Scott Tracy #Virgil Tracy #nuttyfic

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earnestly-endlessly · 3 years ago

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kind of an odd request — do you have fics where erik is grumpy with everyone else but a ray of sunshine with charles?

Hi anon, thank you for the ask. First and foremost, I'm so sorry for how long this took me but I've been searching for all the fics that come to mind that fit your request. Second, this is not an odd request because I love this trope so much. I mean, it's basically canon that he's grumpy with everyone except for his Charles, right? Anyway, I might add to this list later on, but I can't sit on this any longer and hope that you have found some fics that you enjoy!!

Fic Recs Where Erik is grumpy with everyone but a ray of sunshine with Charles

Twice as Blind – Darksknight

Summary: Erik is probably the biggest asshole on the face of the earth, and because of this, he'll probably die alone. Charles is a complete flirt and playboy and, probably, will never commit to anyone ever.

(The lesson here is that when you have two friends who are BOTH secretly seeing someone, well, it's probable that they're seeing each other.)

In the moonlight, on a joy ride – scarlettblush

Summary: Librarian AU. Charles is the young librarian and Erik is the college student who is completely besotted with him.

The Proper Care of Actors – Clear_Liqueur, Clocks, Etherei, afrocurl

Summary: Erik is an A-list action star who is notoriously difficult to work with, until the day he gets cast alongside Charles Xavier, rom-com darling who can charm the pants off movie audiences the world over and apparently even one Erik Lehnsherr. The paparazzi catch them out and about soon enough, and their real-life Hollywood movie romance becomes instant tabloid fodder.

Rumor Mill – ikeracity

Summary: Erik is the grumpiest, most foul tempered worker at Stark industries. His grumpiness is the stuff of legends.

So it's obviously the talk of the office when Erik is being made to go to the company party and he's bringing his husband. There's rumors flying round about how much of a masochist or equally antisocial bastard Erik's husband must be to put up with him. Others think he must be a meek mouse perhaps bullied by Erik.

What they weren't expecting was the confident, charming, adorable and unbelievably nice Charles that turns up on Erik's arm. What they certainly weren't expecting was how much Erik obviously adores his husband and how happy he is to let others see this.

Work/Life Balance – pocky_slash

Summary: Alex is pretty sure his weird, anti-social boss is a robot. Right up until the guy's adorable husband shows up. His adorable husband who happens to be a famous actor. His adorable husband who happens to be the very same famous actor who was the source of many of Alex's teenage fantasies.

Terrifying Domesticity – ishipitsobad

Summary: Erik is the most dangerous and notorious mafia boss around for miles, and yet the strangest things terrify him.

For example: his children, and his very pregnant mate.

Of kittens and teacups and love – Ren

Summary: Modern AU in which Charles and Erik are flatmates. Charles studies psychology and likes tea and chess and keeps bringing home stray kittens, and Erik lets him because he's maybe perhaps a little bit sort of in love with him.

Fools Rush In – LoveSupreme

Summary: Erik owns a cafe on the edge of campus and accidentally starts maybe-stalking a Biology Professor there.

Growing Pains – ikeracity

Summary: Twelve-year-old Erik Lehnsherr is an angry, closed-off foster kid with trust issues and a bad temper. Ten-year-old Charles Xavier is a lonely kid in boarding school who just wants a friend.

Logan pretends he doesn't think they're both fucking adorable.

Series

Home Together (The Finding Our Way Remix) – significantowl

Summary: Erik is not the sort of person other students strike up conversations with. His expression, his posture, every part of his manner say: Don’t talk to me. I don’t want to talk to you. But none of that stops the boy ahead of him in line with the collapsible white cane, and nothing can stop Erik from falling for him, like it or not.

Melted Ice Cream and Macaroni Art – pocky_slash

Summary: Everybody likes Charles. Nobody likes Erik. And that's really the source of Erik's doubts. Also, there's ice cream and a baby. Part of ‘the Daycare’ verse.

Walling in or Walling Out – stlkrchck

Summary: Erik stifles a sigh. Of course this is Mr. C. F. Xavier. Of course.

For the prompt: Charles and Raven are throwing a holiday party. Erik is the grumpy neighbor who is annoyed by how loud they are being. So he goes to complain, and Charles makes it up to him.

(Wise Men Say) Only Fools Rush In – wildelybroken

Summary: After reading a fic where Erik and Charles are super sluts, meet at what is presumably Raven and Emma's engagement party, and end up sleeping together, I made the following comment and just inspired myself.

"They start casually texting each other throughout the day, maybe while they’re bored or frustrated at work, and start out meeting up and sleeping together semi-frequently. And eventually they accidentally start dating without noticing it at first, not until Raven and Emma get them alone and are like “wtf you two super sluts are actually dating??” And at first they deny, but then they’re both like “holy shit, we are!” And they meet back at one of their places and they don’t have to say anything, they just look at each other and come together immediately, kissing passionately and ~making love~. In the middle of it they realise that’s what they’ve been doing for a long time now and they confess their love to each other and they live happily ever after because they deserve all the good in the world."

For Charles – Shigai

Summary: Tired of being told he has to find his 'heart', classical piano graduate Erik Lehnsherr decides to travel to Italy and drink from the famous Italian passion for music. While searching for it, he meets Charles Xavier, a graduate in Fine Arts who is basically travelling around the world perfectioning his technique, and who will turn his world upside down.

Together they will discover that, sometimes, what you thought you didn't need is what you needed the most.

Erik Hates People – Anonymous

Summary: Erik hates people- it's his rule, a way of living.

Sugar – humanitys_cutest

Summary: Erik glances at the clock for what feels like the tenth time in less than half the minutes. It feels like he's been in some meeting or other since the day started almost 10 hours ago, and he's had just about enough of listening to these pompous old men discuss what would be the best design for his building like they know anything about it. He tries as subtly as possible to massage his temples to assuage the building migraine, but he knows it's no use.

He just wants to go home.

Everyone Likes Charles – Rosawyn

Summary: '“Everyone who's met him likes him.” Cain's grin was even stupider than before. “Once you meet him, you'll see.”

It was almost like a challenge then. And damn. Erik hated saying no to a challenge.'

Still Going Strong – JackyJango

Summary: Speaking of forty-eight, Erik hates it. Hates it even more that others are aware of it. While he’s pragmatic enough to know and accept that aging is inexorable, the increase in number gives the people around him the freedom to pounce at him with questions, opinions and advice he'd fought to keep at bay all year.

Besides, Erik believes that youth is a state of mind, not a phase in one’s life.

You have a child’s mind in a man’s body, Charles constantly tells him.

But despite his age, Erik is healthy. He works out daily. His muscles are steel and he can dead-lift four hundred pounds. He can break bones without breaking a sweat. Most importantly, he can still carry Charles to the bedroom and fuck him senseless. And as long as Erik can do that, he’s perfectly happy.

All I know is pouring rain and everything has changed – hllfire

Summary: Charles meets Erik, the man he had heard about many times from his sister and some friends, on a rainy Sunday morning. The stories about Erik paint him as a distant and intimidating man, but Charles finds out that maybe the stories had been wrong.

How to Successfully Ruin Your Life – humanveil

Summary: Seventeen-year-old Charles Xavier accepts a job at his local café, expecting nothing more than a fun, new pastime. What he gets is a mysterious customer and a schoolboy crush.

Stolen – ishipitsobad

Summary: Erik is a miserable, grumpy, cantankerous bastard, and he has every fucking right to be. He drew the short end of the stick when he got the Underworld as his domain, and there isn't very much fun to be had in judging and governing dead souls who would rather be anywhere else but with Erik in the depths of Hell.

So when he meets Charles, brilliant and lovely Charles who is more popularly known amongst the mortals as Persephone, and feels the promise of something wonderful that could make his eternally doomed existence infinitely more bearable... you can bet all your drachmas Erik's not going to let Charles go any fucking time soon.

Erik Lehnsherr's Guide to Saving the Universe By Meeting Your Soul-Mate and Falling in Love in Less than 72 Hours – magneto, pangea

Summary:Army Pilot Erik Lehnsherr is just trying to enjoy his day off when a mostly naked person crashes through the roof of his car. Even more alarming, the strange falling naked person—who goes by Charles Xavier when he's not speaking an ancient dead language—brings tidings of the apparent potential end of the world, and begs Erik to help him put a stop to it.

Well. His mother has been nagging at him to go out and meet new people.

The Theory of Partnership Dynamics – Pangea

Summary: “Detective Lehnsherr, how wonderful to see you out on the job!” The fed in the front greets him as they draw nearer. He’s shorter than the other two by a full head, and he’s beaming at Lehnsherr as if completely undeterred by Lehnsherr’s paint-peeling scowl.

“What do the feds want?” Lehnsherr asks bluntly.

“You know I can’t tell you that,” the fed answers cheerfully. Then his gaze lands on Alex, and, impossibly, his grin gets even brighter. “Did you get a new partner?"

“No,” Lehnsherr says through his teeth while at the same time Alex says, “Yes.”

#fic recs #cherik fic recs #cherik #asks #earnestly answers #I'm sure there are waaaay more fics out there #might add more later

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rphelperblog · 3 years ago

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Ace of Shades Series Quote Rp Meme

“She was a pistol wrapped up in silk. She was a blade disguised as a girl.”

“Maybe your soul didn't break like a bone. Maybe it broke like a promise.”

“Forgiveness is not sought - it’s built, stone by stone, over whatever it is you’ve broken.”

“Love always carved the deepest wounds.”

“Now, she was poisoning him for the girls who hadn’t known better. For all the girls fed to the wolves.”

“Sometimes we’re not who we want to be because we’re supposed to be something else,”

“Someone wasn’t evil by default, just for being on the opposing side.”

“Desire fame, and the city will make you a tragedy.”

“Look at all the places the author says not to visit. Hundreds! We’ll have to go on a tour.”

“It’s children who fight the wars their parents cause.”

“Stop destroying property with your toxic masculinity.”

“You’ll be a weapon to whoever owns you.”

“I’m just a girl,and no one owns me.”

“If you want something, you should let yourself have it.”

“Luck was a mechanism to be devised, and luck and destiny were merely two sides of the same coin.”

“Turns out there’s no way of dying that’s romantic. Turns out tragedy is always tragic.”

“Sometimes we're not who we want to be because we're supposed to be something else.”

“People do not play this game to win, my dear. They play this game not to lose.”

“Are you a pearl, or are you a bullet?”

“Because the hero of one story is the villain of someone else's. It's all just a matter of who wins.”

“It didn't matter whether she decked herself in knives or pearls. The world would always demand that a girl apologize for herself, but she would apologize for nothing.”

“And he would tell her that, even after losing everything he'd ever wanted, he still desperately wanted her.”

“I think it takes more strength to be vulnerable than it does to appear invincible.”

“You look like a sinner.”

“That was the problem with loving someone. Once you let someone into your heart, they could take a sledgehammer to it.”

“If someone is terrible to everyone but you, that doesn’t make them secretly a good person.”

“Greed always answered to fear.”

“It didn’t matter what cards you were dealt. The City of Sin was a game, and the only way to win was to stack the cards in your favor.”

“I haven’t decided if I want to.”

“Remember—don’t do anything sinful here. This is a holy place after all,”

lipstick, a gun-All the girlie necessities, apparently.”

“Everything has a price, but you cannot pay for goodness in blood.”

“What is buried is not always dead.”

“Following in the footsteps of tragic figures didn’t likely lead anywhere good.”

“His mother had always told him that evil collected evil.”

“There were some people who could carve their names into your soul.”

“Your guilt makes you a good person,”

“But the world isn’t black and white, and goodness can’t be quantified.”

“I’m never going to be healthy - I don’t even know if it’s possible for me to be better. So if I’m broke, fine. Then call me shattered. Call me beyond repair.”

“I don’t believe in happy endings. Whoever is peddling them is a crook. Whoever trusts them is a fool.”

“I think all people, some way or another, are marked by the place they come from.”

“I don't need anyone to worry about me."

“Because in all her research, she’d overlooked a vital truth - people changed, for better and for worse. Sometimes the ones you loved abandoned you. Sometimes they came back.”

"That's a nice missing tooth.”

“But not as strong as you think.”

“We'll get mugged walking around with a map. That tourist nonsense is an affront to everything I stand for."

"What do you stand for? Bravado?"

“Because the hero of one story is the villain of someone else’s. It’s all just a matter of who wins”

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sevendeadlymorons · 4 years ago

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Demon Brothers & How They’d React to MC Breaking a Bone

Broke my ankle on Halloween so I thought this would be a convenient time to do a bone break headcanon :)

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Lucifer

When you first told him, he was on it immediately

No leaving the bed, regular check ins, breakfast in bed

Personal butler for as long as it takes for you to recover

Will give you work you missed from RAD

He’d do extra research on how he could help you better

Gets you the best doctor in Devildom with help of Diavolo

If you wanted to get up, he’d be by your side helping you get to where you wanted to go

If you needed the bathroom, he’d wait outside the door and help you get back into bed when you’ve finished

If you need to bathe, but can’t do it yourself, he’ll gladly help and will turn away when you’re getting undressed if you ask him to

If you felt lonely, he’d sit with you and play his music to relax you and just ask you how you’re doing or even tell you stories about him and his brothers

When you’ve recovered, expect him to take a week long nap to recover next

Mammon

Honestly had no idea what you wanted him to do when you first told him about it

Probably just sent you to bed and pestered you every 10 minutes or so to see if you were ok

Lots and lots of research on what you did and how he can help

Wouldn’t think to call you a doctor until Lucifer steps in

Goes out and buys you snacks that he bought with his own money

Won’t tell you he spent his money to get you food though

Brings up some pain meds that Lucifer told him to give you since he’s clueless about this type of thing

Ends up stealing borrowing Levi’s games from his room to play with you if you get a bit bored

If you need the bathroom, this boy won’t know what to do

Awkward shoulder holding to bathroom

Won’t leave you alone, always by your side

If you tell him you need to wash yourself, and you need some help, he’ll become a blushing mess

Won’t open his eyes once while helping you and will be telling you to hurry up

Honestly, he’d probably move in to your room until you feel better

Very happy when you’ve recovered but is instantly back to being his tsundere self

Levi

Panic

Doesn’t know what to do when you told him

Tells you to go to bed, comes in 5 minutes later with his arms full of snacks, anime, manga, games, you name it, he’s got it

Won’t let you go through this alone

Asks several questions to his brothers on how he can help you and what he should do because let’s be honest, this shut in of an otaku has no idea what he’s doing

Will let you lean on his shoulder

Grabs your hand when he’s playing his game to comfort you

Will ask you how you’re feeling constantly

Freaks out and apologises a thousand times if he accidentally touches your broken bone

In your room more than he’s in his now

If you need to go to the bathroom, he’ll be hiding his face in his hands and blabbering nonsense

Eventually will help you when he sees how much you’re struggling

Like Mammon, awkward shoulder holding to bathroom, except not really touching you, just hovering behind you so you don’t fall

Lord help this boy if you ask him to help you wash yourself. You’d probably need to help him after he’s passed out from shock

In the end, Lucifer ends up helping you

Is sad when you’ve recovered as it means he doesn’t have a legitimate reason to cling to you 24/7 but he’s glad you’re better and won’t have to help you to the bathroom again

Satan

Helps you as much as he can when you tell him what happened

Advises you to stay in bed and he’ll be back up soon with medication and water

Sits on your bed with you and strokes your hand to soothe you

Uses a pain relief spell to help settle the pain

Researches how to treat broken bones with you

Agrees to let Lucifer call you a doctor

Let’s you sleep but doesn’t leave you alone, instead, sits in the corner or by the side of your bed with a stack of books to read just in case you wake up

If you do, he’ll read you to sleep, if you wanted

Let’s you play with his fingers or his hair if you get bored and he’s busy reading

All attention is on you if you call for him, no matter what he’s doing

Will bring you some of his homemade food to cheer you up

May even look up human food recipes to make you feel more at home

If you need the bathroom, he’ll lift you up and support you with your arm round his shoulder

Will wait outside your door until you’re done then put you back into bed

Is the one that brings up the fact you need to wash yourself, and will happily help you if you need it

Won’t look if you tell him not to but insists it’s easier for him to help you if he can see where he’s cleaning

Glad you’ve recovered, but has gotten used to the warmth of your room and will often come in to read with you again

Asmo

Fusses you straight into bed when he finds out what happened

Helps you get dressed into more comfortable clothes even if you didn’t ask him to

Spends the entire time that you’re injured by your side, pampering you and chatting with you

Once a week, he’ll insist he paints your nails and does a face mask night

Invites Solomon over to take care of you in his place if he has plans elsewhere

Doesn’t let any of his brothers touch you

Worries about worsening your skin and forces you to sleep early with him, giving you little cuddles, making sure to avoid your injured bone

Goes to Lucifer or Satan for advice on what he can do for you

If you ask him to help you to the bathroom, he’ll hold your hand to support you with his hand around your waist

Will wait outside the door until you’re finished and make sure nobody comes in

Way too excited when you ask him to help you bathe, and quickly ushers you to his private bathroom for more “comfort”

He will not look away if you ask him to, no chance

On the other hand, after you’ve finished, it’s the most relaxed you’ve felt in a long time

When you’ve recovered, he’s thrilled and will immediately make plans for you and him to go somewhere together

Beel

Doesn’t exactly understand how or what you did to hurt yourself but after some explaining, he’s your personal butler

Don’t even expect to walk anywhere now that you’ve told Beel you broke one of your bones

He’s your personal wheelchair for as long as it takes for you to recover

He’ll carry you everywhere, watching out that he doesn’t touch your injured bone and hurt you more

He’ll take you straight to bed and bring you food several times a day to make sure you’re well fed and not hungry

Feeds you the food if you struggle to do it yourself

Goes to Lucifer to ask him for medication to give you

Belphie often joins in to keep you entertained

If Beel needs to go workout, he’ll carry you with him and sit you on a chair so you aren’t out of his sight

Literally never leaves your side, you’re stuck with him

If you ask him to help you get to the bathroom, he’ll carry you to the door so you can go and then wait outside the door like your personal body guard until you’re ready to go back

If you need to wash yourself, and ask him to help, this boy will be flustered but will happily help you if that’s what you want

Very shy throughout the entire process and will cover his eyes if you ask him to

Will help you get dressed if you can’t

Cuddle pile with Belphie at the end of the day, making sure to stay clear of your injured limb

Sad when you’ve recovered but that won’t stop him from spending the same amount of time with you

Belphie

Calls you clumsy when you tell him about your injury

Takes you to the attic so you two can get some peaceful sleep as he believes sleep is the best medicine

When he’s awake, he’ll fetch you food, water, medication, whatever you ask of him

Very protective over your injury, won’t let anyone that’s not Beel or him near you

Invites Beel to help with you often

Let’s you play with his tail or hair if you get bored

If you need the bathroom, he’ll give you that “what do you want m to do about it” look, until he sees how hard you’re struggling and will come to your aid very very quickly

Most likely falls asleep outside the bathroom door

If you need help washing yourself, honestly, he probably isn’t the demon to turn to. He’ll be too busy smirking at you or falling asleep to do anything useful

Beel has to intervene eventually

Wouldn’t even notice you’ve recovered until he sees you walking around by yourself, but he doesn’t care much, he’ll still drag you into bed with him

Secretly disappointed you’re able to leave the bed again

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idnek83 · 4 years ago

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By Your Side - Chapter 1/3

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Soda Kazuichi/Tanaka Gundham

Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, No Game Spoilers, Coming Out, Other Tags To Be Added

Summary: The epilogue of Aid, in which Soda finally comes out to those around him, and accomplishes a goal he's had ever since that fateful day in the beach house.

Chapter: 1, 2

Read on Ao3

This Chapter: Soda remembers some important moments with his friends while enjoying a morning with the love of his life.

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Soda woke to the faint sound of a hamster wheel and squinted at the bright sunlight filtering through the window. He groaned and stretched out his arms while rolling onto his back to take in the beautiful sight behind him. A soft smile found its way to his lips.

Gundham was sleeping soundly, hair messy and face peaceful as he breathed deeply.

Soda couldn’t resist, he rolled to his side and pulled his boyfriend to his chest, just because he could. Gundham grunted, but shifted closer in his sleep. Soda pressed his face into his hair and smiled.

He would never get tired of waking up like this.

It had been eight months since the end of their beach vacation, and so much had changed. It had been a little stressful at times, but, despite that, Soda could definitely say he’d never been happier.

He felt more content and more loved than he ever had before, and he felt free now to just be himself.

–

Coming out to their friends had been… weird. It wasn’t some big dramatic event the way Soda had pictured it in his head, hell, it wasn’t even an event, more of a series several quick conversations and supportive gestures spread out over a couple weeks.

Hajime was the first to know, obviously, and Nagito had been included in that conversation because it just made sense.

It happened the day after Soda had finally stopped being such a dumbass and actually managed to tell Gundham how he felt. Hajime had raised an eyebrow at him over breakfast, glancing meaningfully between him and Gundham, and Soda responded by asking if he and Nagito wanted to hang out in his cabin later. Nagito had made a remark about how rare it was for Soda to want to spend time with him, but Hajime had cut him off before he could ask for a reason and agreed for the both of them.

Gundham said nothing, but placed a hand on Soda’s knee below the table and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

Later, once the four of them had entered Soda’s cabin, Hajime took Nagito’s hand in his, confirming what Soda had already known. Despite knowing no one in the room would have a problem with it, Soda had still felt embarrassed when he reached out to take Gundham’s hand in his own.

There had been a few moments of silence, before Nagito broke it.

“Ah, so that was what we heard yesterday, Hajime. You’re so perceptive.”

Soda’s face drained of color and Gundham blushed deeply.

“W-what do you-” He looked at Hajime, who was covering his mouth and trying not to laugh. “You heard?”

“Unfortunately.” Hajime tried to look upset, but his laughter won out, and pretty soon he was grinning broadly at Soda. “Happy for you, dude, even if I am gonna need so much therapy to get the sounds of your boning out of my head.”

“Fuck you, man.”

“I don’t think Gundham would appreciate that.”

After the laughter died down, they had spent a good part of the morning just hanging out in Soda’s cabin. Sure, the experience had been mortifying, but not for any of the reasons Soda had previously worried it might be.

No shouting, no violence, and no lost friendships.

Once his embarrassment passed, he just felt happy and relieved. He relaxed into Gundham’s side and made as many jokes at Hajime’s expense as he could while his soul friend did the same to him.

It had been so easy. It had felt so good.

Soda and Gundham were careful to be a little quieter at night for the rest of the trip.

–

Gundham began to shift in his arms, burying his head into Soda’s chest in an attempt to convince his body to remain asleep.

Soda held him a little tighter and pressed a kiss to his brow, not quite ready to start their morning either.

–

Sonia was the only other person they had told before the trip ended.

It hadn’t been on purpose, they had agreed to wait until they were home to tell the rest of their friends to avoid creating unnecessary tension on their vacation.

Or maybe Soda just wasn’t ready to be out yet, and Gundham had just gone along with that story so Soda wouldn’t feel pressured.

Either way.

It was a few days after telling Hajime and Nagito, and they had been having tea with Sonia out on the patio of the hotel’s restaurant. Gundham had suggested the three of them start spending time together as a way for Soda and Sonia to build a better relationship, and afternoon tea had quickly become a regular thing for the three of them.

Soda and Sonia really had been getting along better. They only really hung out together in groups, but most of the weird tension between them had been lifted.

That day, the topic had somehow shifted to space, and Soda couldn’t help but mention his dream of building a rocket ship. He was surprised when Sonia had been interested, and elated when she had started prodding him for more information. Before he knew it, he was rambling away about all his different ideas and dreams for the rocket he hoped he could one day build, and was hardly even paying any attention to Sonia and Gundham anymore.

Sonia, however, was paying attention. She had seen the way Gundham’s face softened as he watched Soda speak so openly about his dreams, noticed the way he shifted and slid a little closer to Soda when he ‘secretly’ pressed their knees together below the table. Noticed the way his eyes had drifted to Soda’s lips as he spoke.

She apparently hadn’t planned on saying anything.

But then Soda stopped talking, and Gundham, lost in how much he loved to see Soda happy and excited, had leaned in and gently kissed him. Soda kissed back, just for a second, before they both remembered Sonia was right there. They froze and turned to Sonia, who had gracefully hidden her surprise by sipping her tea and averting her eyes.

She had looked down at her cup for a moment before looking back up to them and smiling.

“I did not realize you two had become a couple.” Her smile widened, and both of the boys relaxed a little. “Congratulations are in order! We should organize a party to officialise your courtship!”

“Ah, Miss Sonia, that’s kinda…” Soda had panicked a little, he really hadn’t been ready for everyone to know yet.

Gundham had just gently placed a hand over one of Soda’s own and smiled at him.

“That is a most gracious thought, dark queen, but my consort and I are trying to be… discreet about our new bond.”

“Oh! I apologize! If that is the case, then I understand. I will be most inconspicuous about this matter, no one will suspect a thing!”

Soda was glad Sonia understood, but he was a little worried about her ability to keep things “inconspicuous”…

To his surprise, though, she had no trouble acting as if she didn’t know they were dating around their other friends, staying true to her word and never giving anyone any reason to suspect they were a couple.

She even covered for them when they had not so subtly shown up late for breakfast one morning, clothes rumpled and faces a little flushed, by asking if they “had managed to recapture the dark beast they had been chasing” before anyone could get any less innocent ideas.

Soda was once again surprised by how easy coming out had been, and how well it had gone.

Once again relieved that he didn’t have to choose between being himself and being happy.

–

Gundham heaved a sigh against Soda’s chest and groggily drew himself back. Soda leaned in to kiss him.

“Mmm. Good morning, my consort.”

Soda smiled as he moved back to look at his sleepy boyfriend.

“Morning babe.”

They kissed again, only to be interrupted as one of the Devas squeaked loudly, apparently realizing they were both awake and thus demanding to be fed. Soda groaned in protest as Gundham slowly got out of bed to feed his hamsters.

–

Fuyuhiko had been the next to know they were dating, as well as the last of their classmates that Soda had to tell directly.

Soda and Fuyuhiko had been eating lunch together at a cafe, just the two of them, when Gundham texted him. He had sent a photo of himself with the puppies his mother’s dog had given birth to that weekend, and Soda couldn’t help but smile goofily at it.

“The fuck you smiling at?”

Soda just smiled wider and turned his phone to show Fuyuhiko the picture.

Fuyuhiko glanced at it and rolled his eyes. He had been getting pretty sick of watching Soda fawn over Gundham when he thought no one was looking.

“So when’re you gonna stop being such a pussy and ask him out?”

Fuyuhiko smirked and watched as Soda blushed and stuttered, feeling smug until-

“Um… like a couple weeks ago?”

There was a long silence.

“The fuck?”

Fuyuhiko had looked so pissed that Soda had actually considered running.

“And what? You just weren’t gonna fuckin’ tell me?”

“I, uh-”

“Thought you could just keep that shit a secret forever?”

“N-no, I just, um…”

“You what?”

“I was… look dude, I was just kinda scared to tell you, alright?”

Fuyuhiko had sat back in his chair after that, still looking pissed as hell, but there was something else in his expression as well. Eventually he sighed.

“You were… scared? Did you think I was gonna beat you up or some shit?”

“I mean-”

“Fuck you man. Thought we were close, you should know I’d never fucking hurt someone over dumb shit like that…”

Soda had been surprised by how upset Fuyuhiko had sounded. He really had been worried Fuyuhiko would hit him, not because he actually thought he was the kind of guy to get violent over who someone dates, but because his stupid brain wouldn’t let him not worry.

They had a long conversation after that. Soda did his best to explain to Fuyuhiko how his shitty brain worked and that he didn’t actually think he was a bad guy, while Fuyuhiko did his best to pretend like he wasn’t hurt by the fact Soda had been so hesitant to tell him about him and Gundham. By the end of it they were both feeling a little more awkward and a lot more vulnerable than they were used to around each other, but looking back, Soda was glad it had all gone the way it did. It had strengthened their friendship in the long run.

They ended up parting ways once they finished eating, but not before Fuyuhiko ad asked Soda if he wanted to hang out later that night. Soda had told him he couldn’t because he was going to help Gundham with the puppies, and Fuyuhiko had just rolled his eyes.

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll be fucking helping him all right. Just make sure you put the dogs in another room, they don’t need to see that shit.” He smirked at Soda’s blushing face and turned to leave with a wave.

Despite the embarrassment, Soda had been relieved that Fuyuhiko was back to being his snarky self. Maybe it hadn’t been the smoothest of way to come out, but overall, it had still gone pretty well.

Later that night, Soda was sure to lock the puppies out of Gundham’s room, just for Fuyuhiko.

–

Soda watched as Gundham fed the Devas, making sure to give them all a few gentle pets as he did, mumbling away about keeping up their power levels and checking them for any signs of “evil spirits”. As Soda watched, he couldn’t help but let his gaze wander lower.

Gundham rarely wore anything to bed, especially when Soda was over, so his ass was on full display for Soda’s wandering eyes. He chuckled sleepily to himself when he found the still healing bite mark on one of Gundham’s cheeks.

Maybe not the best decision he had ever made, but Gundham had seemed into it, so no harm no foul, right?

When he finally stopped staring at Gundham’s ass and let his eyes wander back up, he noticed he’d been caught. Gundham smiled coyly at him.

“Were you not satisfied by last nights activities, dearest paramour?” Gundham carefully closed the Devas’ cage before turning and slowly climbing back onto the bed. Soda took his time responding, letting his eyes travel up and down the front of Gundham’s body as he straddled his lap.

“Hmm. I’d say it’s less ‘not satisfied’ and more ‘looking for a repeat.’” He smiled as he slowly sat up and brought his hands to Gundham’s hips, before leaning in to kiss him.

It was so easy now. So easy to just let himself be with Gundham, to kiss him whenever he felt like it, to tell him how he felt, tell him what he wanted.

He wished he hadn’t been such a coward on their vacation, wished he had just confessed right away and spared them both a lot of pain.

Wished he had known how easy it could be, how right it would feel.

After Soda told Fuyuhiko about their relationship, they had agreed to stop trying to hide it from their friends. It was slow going at first though, as neither of them were entirely comfortable with public displays of affection.

Soda was pretty sure Chiaki had been the first to notice. They were all at Ibuki’s house drinking, and Soda had been feeling a little jealous while watching Hajime and Nagito cuddle on the couch. He had grabbed Gundham’s hand and tried to act casual about it. If they had been sober, everyone in the room likely would have noticed they way both his and Gundham’s faces suddenly flushed, but, as it was, only Chiaki seemed to notice.

She had looked up from the game she was playing at just the right moment and happened to glance at their intertwined fingers. She had just looked up at Soda’s face, smiled, and returning to her game.

That had been it.

When Chiaki had found Soda looking for snacks in the kitchen later and they started chatting, she referred to Gundham as his boyfriend without even hesitating. Soda had to wonder if maybe Hajime had accidentally told her they were dating before hand. He just couldn’t wrap his mind around how well things were going.

He wasn’t really sure if anyone else had noticed that night.

Ibuki had definitely figured it out the next morning when she found them cuddled up half naked in her guest room, though. Soda’s hungover brain had processed the volume of her voice before the words, and he had just tried to muffle the sound by burying his face into Gundham’s chest.

Then a second later he realized she was yelling “You two better not have fucked in Ibuki’s guest bed!” loud enough for anyone else in the house to hear.

He jumped out of bed and managed to get her to quiet down by assuring her they didn’t fuck.

He didn’t mention that it was only because neither of them had thought to bring lube, or that they had absolutely blown each other in her guest bed, but really, she didn’t need the details, and they still technically didn’t fuck, so it was fine, right?

She had been happy enough with his answer and left the room, closing the door behind her. A few seconds later he got a text from Teruteru asking who exactly he had fucked in Ibuki’s guest bed. He was too tired to deal with him at that exact moment, so he just responded with a hamster emoji before climbing back into bed and snuggling up to a half awake Gundham.

They slept off their hangovers for a few more hours, and when Soda woke up he had a phone filled with texts from Teruteru. In the first message he congratulated Soda and wished him happiness in his relationship. It was actually pretty heartfelt and sappy, but the effect was immediately ruined by the next twelve messages where he asked for details on exactly what they had gotten up to the previous night, then made several animal-based sex jokes.

He had also received a single thumbs-up emoji from Byakuya. Somehow it was equally mortifying.

Soda was embarrassed to learn a few of their other friends had stayed the night as well, and almost certainly heard Ibuki yelling, but no one else said anything.

Hiyoko had definitely tried to say something when she caught Soda and Gundham leaving the guest room together, but Mahiru had been there to shush her before she could get out more than a teasing “Oh?”

Soda hoped the look on his face had told Mahiru exactly how grateful he was to her.

After that, he wasn’t really sure who told who, but it seemed like all their friends were aware they were dating.

And not a single one had and issue with it.

Soda couldn’t believe it. He spent so long worrying about how other people would react, and then they just… accepted it, accepted him, without so much as a disapproving look.

He might have cried about it one night after he realized it, but that wasn’t something he was ever going to admit to.

Coming out had been so easy, so freeing.

If only it had stayed that easy.

He looked down at Gundham as they both caught their breaths. He seemed so content laying on Soda’s chest that he almost didn’t want to move him, but he was heavy and Soda’s legs were falling asleep. Soda carefully rolled onto his side as Gundham let out a sigh.

He was surprise when Gundham just readjusted and cuddled closer instead of getting up. He was usually very strict about waking up early to take care of all his other animals.

Soda wasn’t about to complain though. He loved the mornings where Gundham decided to spend just a little more time in bed, and he was going to cherish it.

He pressed a kiss to Gundham’s slightly sweaty forehead.

He was going to cherish every second they had together.

Next Chapter

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so-i-dont-forget-again · 4 years ago

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So I Don’t Forget Again: A Breath of The Wild fanfiction

Entry 152: Zora’s Domain

It somehow felt natural waking up to his smile. It seems like he didn’t notice I woke up at first. He apologized, asking if stroking my hair work me up. He just meant to move some hair away from my face, but he accidentally just kept going. I honestly don’t know, but the was sun rising anyway so maybe the change of lighting was what did it. In the temples the lighting hardly changes, it just barely gets darker at night, I have to really look for it to tell.

Sidon apologized for falling asleep, he meant to keep me company though the night, though he was so glad to awaken with me asleep beside him. He hadn’t been awake for too much longer than me. A prince has many duties so he must rise with the sun he says.

Sidon was glad I finally let myself sleep a little. He asked me how I felt about it. If it was scary or not. It was somewhat, but I felt safe to try. Sidon was glad, though he did wish I would sleep where the doctors could monitor me.

I’m healed, though some infections are still inside me. The doctors thought that sleeping naturally healed me, but that can’t be. I know for a fact I have slept out under the stars when injured and I did not awaken healed. The new theory is that I heal when asleep only when in a bed, or I’m comfortable. I also told them about how the hot springs can heal me too. They’ve started discussing finding some Sheikah scientists and seeing if together they could figure out how my body works.

Purah said she was going to go to the Revitalizing Chamber to study it. I wonder if she’s still there.

The doctors kept me for a while, and my infections have actually spread. This was why they didn’t want me to fully heal just yet. Thankfully the damage was able to be fixed for my side before so it’s just in my arm again. They want me to stay a bit longer to adjust my medicine and make sure it has no adverse effects on me. They told me to not use my arm still, or if I must, be gentle with it, they don’t want it to possibly reach my bones or other organs. It’s eating away at me in a way, so if I’m not careful, I could tear something, and the infection gets inside and not stay outside and it will become much more difficult to manage.

Sidon had mixed feelings about this. At least I could finally take the splint off.

I never knew food could taste so good! After all the tests and pocking at my arm Sidon and I cooked again! I missed eating much more than I thought I ever could! We cooked so much, it was practically a feast and we fed the whole town. Even the King was impressed by my cooking and loved trying Gerudo cuisine! The feast lasted through the whole afternoon. Sidon and I only got to eat after everyone else was full and done, but I don’t mind. They popped into the kitchen once in a while to help or to just chat for a bit. It was nostalgic to make honeyed apples again. I should visit Kakariko Village soon. Any food that was left over I finished. I’d like to try combining different cuisine, I think some of the different pieces placed together would compliment each other well! Sidon was excited by the idea.

The kitchen can get really hot, so a nice cool bath was perfect after the meal.

Sidon filled the bath with bubbles again and massaged the goopy stuff in my hair and on my scalp again.

Taking baths just feels so great. Sidon agreed with me that renovating my house to add a bath was a nice idea. I think I’ll keep the bathing plants outside so they can keep growing even when I’m gone traveling. I’ll just pick what I want or need and leave them by the bath when I go in. Maybe I could keep a fire rod at the bottom to heat the water. And maybe I could get a waterbed as well. It would be nice to expand the house a little and add a bigger kitchen. I could also possibly work the land around my house for a while so I can just grow more rarer ingredients, though the plants from the desert might not be able to grow in dirt.

Sidon told me he loved hearing me speak like this.

Speaking of houses actually reminded him of something. After reading my memories a while back, Sidon wanted to help with the construction of Bolson’s town in Akkala and found a zora who’s name ending with son who was willing to go there and help. He had experienced much of life, being alive when the Calamity struck as a warrior. He just wants a peaceful life. His goal is actually to wed a couple, and surely people would want to get married in the new town. One of the Gerudo women who came traveling with Sidon, her name also ended in son so Sidon convinced her to go. So all that is left is to send a Rito their way.

I should go back and check up on the place some time soon. I’m going to Rito Village soon anyway so perhaps after I help them, though I will be going past the Akkala region on my way there so maybe I should pop by for a quick visit.

Sidon wondered if my healing only worked when I am comfy and happy. Perhaps though the water was not hot, if I were injured right then if I’d be healing. He noticed that I heal when I’m comfortable. I don’t heal when traveling because I’m likely on edge or only half asleep prepared for an attack. It would explain why baths, sleeping in a bed in a town, and eating could all heal me, because they all relax me and make me comfortable. I could see that, but then I wouldn’t have been injured so long here getting to be with him so much.

Sidon asked me if I ever get scars even though I heal. I’m not entirely sure. I know I had scars on my body when I woke up from my hundred-year sleep. I also try to eat as soon as I get hurt so they’re gone so quickly I never exactly get the chance to even remember where they were.

Sidon asked if he could have a closer look at my scars. He gently traced them, like when he was reading the engravings about Zora history. It was like he was trying to memorize them. He said it was almost surprising how such a little body could fit so many marks. Some of them are slightly discolored from the rest of my skin, some of them sink deeply into me. Sidon said he’d never seen scars so big.

Sidon let me trace his scars. He has one the left fin thing on his head. He got it from a great battle with a giant octorok that swallowed him whole.

He became oddly quiet though, then he asked me if he could ask something related to my darker thoughts. He asked if I ever wish I never woke up, that I was never placed in the revitalizing Chamber. I feel like I should have died with them, but do I want that as well.

I think if I truly grasped this situation I’m in sooner, then maybe yes. If I remembered my past when I woke up instead of not recalling a thing, I think I might have.

If I wasn’t alive there would be no one else to finish what we had started. We’d all be restless, and the others will keep being like that till I defeat the Calamity. My want to protect everybody, make sure they are happy is worth much more than eternal rest to me. If I stayed dead, then so many more people would have gotten hurt than even now with the Yiga clan chasing me. Besides, as much as I hurt, there is so much here that was not a hundred years ago. I never would have met Yunobo, or Riju or Kass a hundred years ago. And I never would have gotten to see how amazing Sidon would have become if I somehow continued to live on in that time. I have something that outweighs the pain, even if at times it is all consuming and I almost forget everyone, but that’s why I write here in the first place. I re-read this every night, so I don’t forget.

Sidon told me it truly is a miracle that we were able to meet now. He is so glad we were able to meet, but he was wondering if all the pain was too much. He doesn’t want to be blind to my feelings, he wants to understand me.

At times it feels like he knows me better than I do. I’m not sure how he could understand me better, but I’m glad he wants too. He told me that he’s glad I feel the same.

Sidon asked if I’d stay with him in his room tonight. He found himself unable to let me go yet. He wanted to stay by me longer. He told me it was selfish of him to want for all my time, but he couldn’t lie to himself, so he had to at least ask, however he made sure I didn’t feel pressured to go. He never wanted to force me into anything. He only wanted me to be with him if I wanted too, being with me would feel fake otherwise, and he wants to keep our bond genuine.

Sidon only travels sometimes since he’s busy taking care of his people. Still though, he dreams of traveling more, like when coming to save me, his logical reasoning being making closer ties between his people and others, but he also just wants to travel. He wants to see the towns, experience life in other places and experience their cultures. After Mipha’s passing he was somewhat ignored and coddled. For so long, even now everyone is focusing on Mipha and grieving her, it’s still a fresh wound for many of them. Because of that he was just kind of there, still cared for, but just there. Though as the last next of kin in the royal family he couldn’t leave the Domain too often for his safety with all the guardians around. He has been taught to fight but has only gotten to use those skills on occasion, that was known at least. Secretly he’d sneak off to fight monsters who came near the Domain or the water ways that branched throughout Hyrule. The only person who didn’t do this is his father, he grieved for his daughter but he didn’t compare her and Sidon, he made sure to love and praise Sidon for his accomplishments, he actually liked it when Sidon snuck out with me to find Me or when he came to rescue me recalling his own reckless adventures as a prince, but he’s the king, he has so much to do. Sidon loves his people, and they love him too, but at a distance, because he’s not Mipha. The younger generations are more inclined to see him though. It was not a bad childhood, but it was straining at times.

Sidon told me that he actually sent out some guards to go out to search for a Hylian warrior because he’s not allowed to go out farther than Inogo Bridge. He only left because Bossa Nova got swept away by the current and he just had to go save his friend. Bossa Nova was to be kept in town, but he wandered off as usual and someone spotted him fall in the ferocious river. If Sidon had not been told, he likely would have stayed by that bridge, he only would have left if the situation had become absolutely dire.

Sidon feels he could do more for his people if he were allowed more freedom, and they all expanded their horizons and looked at the world beyond their canyon and waters. Others always came to them, rarely the other way around.

In Sidon’s room are trinkets from other places. He excitedly told me stories about each of the items. About the rock a Goron had given him, saying it was their favorite and a little guy like Sidon needed to eat great food to grow up big and strong. Some golden jewelry the Gerudo women gave Sidon after returning here from saving me, loving how excited he was happily traveling with them, and as thanks for fighting so well with them. Some sheet music Kass no longer needed since he memorized the songs long ago, they were songs Sidon was especially fond of because Sidon met Kass when he was practicing those songs. A stone frog from Kakariko Village as thanks for helping them when the town began to get flooded for a time. I would write everything, but I only have so many pages.

Sidon’s room is large and has a balcony. He has a large desk for paperwork where many of his items are placed. There’s this large pool in the middle. Zoras don’t sleep in beds often, they usually sleep in the water or pools like this. Sidon had many pillows, carpets and blankets from Gerudo Town. Sidon set them beside the pool as makeshift cushions.

It’s so strange to see Sidon without his silver pieces and the blue sash. They just seemed like a part of him I suppose, I’ve never seen him without them before.

As he was placing away his pieces, Sidon tripped over Bossa Nova who had wandered in as Sidon was showing me his items I suppose. He’s so quiet it seems neither of us noticed him. In Sidon’s room is also a work bench for chiseling and working with crystal. In the commotion Sidon had bumped into it knocking the items off it and I had to catch them before they fell into the water. Sidon panicked, screamed as he ripped the items from my hands and checked them. He shakily sighed and held my hands closely, thankful I didn’t catch the dagger by the blade.

The blade is white and serrated while the hilt is crystal. Sidon reminded me of when I told him of my time with Calisa, and all she had taught me about travel and survival. I only have large weapons so many things are difficult to work with without smaller tools. Smaller tools would be extremely useful for making fires, digging, cutting down branches, collecting bark, and many other things. Sidon decided to make a dagger for me out of his teeth. Bone is extremely strong so is should not break easily. Not only would it make for a good tool, but a weapon as well. Sidon worries that there may come a day where I’m in danger and he is unable to get to me in time, so I could at least have this, a part of him with me. He told me his affections for me runs deeper than I may even be able to even fathom. His heart belongs to his people, but to me as well.

The other item is like his sliver pieces, but bigger and longer. Sidon was also making a piece to protect my arm. It had the Zora’s crest, the three crescent shapes, but in the crescent shapes are sapphires and in the space between where the crescents touch is one of Sidon’s scales. He showed me how the gems could be taken out and have other gems placed in. At the bazaar I had taught him about what I had learned about gems and the powers they have. Sidon wanted me to be able to utilize their powers. This way I could use multiple gems powers at once or have multiple of one so the power could stack up, and with rubies, hopefully keep me warm in the Hebra Mountains where the Rito Village is till I could get some warm clothing from there. Sidon wanted to make something to protect my arm, though he was a little nervous that I’d be more reckless with my arm because it was protected and not try to shield it more.

The scale placed in armor to protect someone; this is rather culturally significant. Sidon had told his father and Muzu what he had been making for me, he started this one when he returned after saving me.

I asked Sidon if he could out right, out loud, say it.

Sidon told me that like writing down things, saying things out loud makes them more real, and I had so much on my mind already, he was worried about adding something else, about if this could stress me. I told him I would be okay. I just want to indulge myself and hear him say it first. Directly, not roundabout like we have been this whole time.

Sidon thinks he’s in love me.

I think I’m in love with him too.

The King and Muzu had questioned Sidon, but he told them he didn’t care if I didn’t return his feelings, he wanted to protect me from anywhere like Mipha with her armor and trident, Sidon would always come to my rescue should I need it, but in case he couldn’t get to me in time he still wanted to help even if he isn’t physically there.

It fits perfectly, I asked Sidon when he took my measurements. He got sheepish, telling me he just tried remembering how it feels to hold my arm.

I’m trying to keep writing, but all these feelings keep welling up and I almost feel like crying? But it doesn’t hurt? Like my chest is trembling, and my throat is getting choked up? I’m only directly writing this now, so I guess it’s only settling in now how real this is? Nothing has changed. We both knew we liked each other for a while now, only thing that’s changed is directly saying it. And now I can feel my heart pounding. Am I panicking? Am I just excited? I don’t know!

Sidon asked me if he could court me. Sidon was getting a bit flustered now, and he tried explaining what me meant, but just kept tripping over his words. He leaned in before abruptly stopping. He asked if he could kiss me.

Sidon’s teeth are still very sharp. When he parted he realized he cut my lip on accident and started panicking. I had to keep reassuring I was okay and reminded him just eating or sleeping would fix it.

And my heart is racing like when he tells me I’m adorable. Why must Sidon do this to me.

It was so late, Sidon told me I could leave if I wanted. I asked him if that’s what he wanted. He wanted me to stay. I wanted to stay as well.

Sidon tried staying up again. He apologized when he couldn’t keep his eyes open. I promised him I’d go to sleep with him when I was done writing, and now I’ll do just that.

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psychedaleka · 4 years ago

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all my stumbling phrases

an angbang @officialtolkiensecretsanta 2020 gift fic for @celebbun :) hope you enjoy!

Rating: T | No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Melkor/Mairon Characters: Melkor, Mairon Word count: 2.7k

Summary: A winter day in Utumno, an outdoor excursion, and a conversation.

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“You want to do what?” Mairon levels a flat stare at Melkor, who’s looking at him with an expression that would be unreadable to anyone else.

To Mairon, it’s the I-have-an-idea-and-it-just-might-end-in-a-disaster look.

“Strap knives to our feet and glide on ice,” Melkor says, matter of fact, as though it’s something that anyone would think to do.

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Mairon sets down his quill and closes the inventory records. The cover slams shut with a bang. He can feel a headache building. No—not a headache. Not exactly. But it’s an ache of some sort, something he can’t put into words. The feeling he keeps getting whenever he’s in the same room as Melkor but like he doesn’t know what he should do, what he should say.

Like he’s flustered.

Mairon has never been flustered in his life.

“You need a break,” Melkor says. “You’ve been staring at that for how long now, a week?”

“Less than a day, for this particular record,” Mairon corrects. “I have been auditing your storerooms for a week.”

“Exactly!” Melkor says. “Does it matter if we have 3400 or 3401 shields?”

“Yes,” Mairon says, but doesn’t bother to offer more explanation.

He wants to double check and cross reference the math, because it’s simple, and straightforward, and if there’s something he doesn’t recognize, there’s inevitably a solution.

It distracts him, too, from staring at Melkor too much, from watching everything he does. It is probably, Mairon tells himself, that Melkor is a Valar, and he commands attention. There’s no other possible explanation as to why Mairon might lose track of everything else when he’s around.

“Listen,” Melkor says, shifting tactics, “the inventories will keep for another day. Just give an order that whichever storeroom you’re investigating shouldn’t be touched, and come back to it later. It isn’t as though the shields will run away.”

Mairon considers it.

“Fine,” he says.

“Excellent!” Melkor says. “Now, I have some ideas about how we could achieve this—”

Of course, those ideas happen to be Melkor describing what he wants to achieve, and Mairon scrambling to find a way to realize it. It’s very typical, and Mairon’s used to it now.

Melkor’s a big picture thinker, and that was what drew Mairon to him in the beginning. Mairon can’t really complain about that now. Even if Melkor occasionally shows up to dump a pile of half formed plans and ideas on him, leaving him to drop what he’s doing and piece together the scraps and trace Melkor’s—often disjointed—logic.

Even so, Mairon’s quite pleased with the end result—ice skates, they’ll probably be called. The blade is separate from the shoe, with a platform that attaches to the sheo by two leather straps. The blade is not as sharp as the knives Mairon prefers, no, but it will glide across ice and support the wearer’s weight.

It will help with icy expeditions and complaints that frozen lakes are impossible to cross.

“All that’s left to do is test them,” Mairon tells Melkor, who’s been sitting on a bench in his—no, the forge, Mairon can’t forget that it technically doesn’t belong to him. Melkor’s presence has surprised and scared quite a few of the other maiar and a not insignificant number of orcs. “I’m certain I’ll be able to find a few orcs willing to volunteer—”

“No, no,” Melkor says. “Let’s go test them.”

Mairon opens his mouth, then closes it again.

“I have work to do,” he says, a weak excuse.

“Get someone else to do it,” he says. “Surely, counting can’t be so difficult a task that you need to attend to it?”

“No one will organize the storerooms in the optimal configuration,” Mairon says.

“Optimal configuration, you say,” Melkor says, and Mairon knows he’s laughing at him, but he doesn’t say anything. “It can be just the two of us.”

Mairon tries to parse the implications of that sentence.

“Besides, I’m bored,” Melkor continues.

Mairon remembers the last time Melkor had been bored. It involved several explosions, a near incomprehensible scoreboard, and half a year to clean up. Mairon considers it, and looks up at Melkor—who seems to know exactly what he’s doing.

“Fine,” Mairon says. Productivity in the forges has been down, anyways, since Melkor first started watching him work on the ice skates. His normally competent assistants have ruined a batch of swords, broken three hammers, and nearly dropped a ton of molten iron on the ground. He needs to get Melkor out of here before his presence causes a larger disaster.

“I knew you would agree eventually.”

There are underground lakes and rivers beneath the foundation of Utumno, used for the drinking and other miscellaneous needs of the fortress’ inhabitants. It’s liquid year round, even in the middle of winter, insulated from the aboveground temperature by layers of rock. The paths to this reservoir are many, but it’s not there that they head for, and for that, Mairon is secretly glad. The last thing he needs is to field panicked reports of the plumbing not working because Melkor had frozen the whole thing. Even if he had designed and tested it himself.

Some distance from Utumno is a lake, nestled between mountain peaks. Fed by rainwater and melting snow from the mountains, it had formed when the Lamps were destroyed.

It was also where Mairon had landed, when he came to Utumno permanently.

It’s there that Melkor leads him, now, some distance away from straying gazes and open ears.

The surface of the lake is frozen over, in a layer of clear ice.

“Will the ice hold?” Mairon asks.

“One way to find out,” Melkor says, and Mairon fights the urge to tell him that there absolutely are more ways to find out. “You first.”

Mairon’s already come this far. He might as well—and if he falls over, well, there’s no one around to see except Melkor, and he doesn’t care if he embarasses himself in front of Melkor.

That’s a lie. He cares very much of what Melkor thinks about him.

Mairon straps the skates to his shoes with cold fingers. He should have brought gloves.

It isn’t difficult to balance on solid ground, but the moment Mairon steps onto the ice, he slips and falls. He can hear Melkor’s muffled laughter.

Well, he thinks, at least Melkor has the awareness to muffle his laughter—as though that’s any better.

His cheeks flush red, and it’s not just because of the cold.

He pushes himself up from the ice. His fingers are cold. This time, Mairon manages to stay upright for a few more seconds, but when he starts trying to move, he’s wobbly and falls soon after. He scrambles for a few seconds, trying to push himself up again, before Melkor interjects.

“Need some help?” Melkor asks, gliding on the second pair of skates as though this isn’t his first time skating. Melkor offers an arm, and Mairon clings to it, dragging himself up.

“Thanks,” Mairon says.

“Here, hold my hands,” Melkor says. “You won’t fall over as much.”

“Perhaps it’s a design flaw,” Mairon says, trying to concentrate on something other than how close Melkor is. “How much balance is needed to effectively operate them, I mean.”

“I don’t think so,” Melkor says. “All you need is some practice.”

Melkor starts skating backwards, slowly—the showoff—and he takes Mairon with him. Mairon glides, pulled along by Melkor, inexorably drawn by his trajectory, trusting him not to lead Mairon to a fall.

“See, it isn’t so hard,” Melkor says. “Why don’t you try?”

Mairon lets go of Melkor’s hands—reluctantly, and he doesn’t want to think of the implications of that. He wobbles along, for a short while—he’s getting better, he thinks—and falls. Again.

Melkor muffles his laughter, again, as Mairon drags himself up.

“Not all of us have your sense of balance,” Mairon says, annoyed.

“Oh, yes, I’m very well aware,” Melkor says, not bothering to hide his grin.

Mairon glares at him.

“Here, we can keep holding hands,” Melkor says. “Let’s go around the lake.”

Mairon casts a glance at the other shore of the lake, barely lit by starlight filtering through a thick layer of clouds.

“Are you sure the ice will hold?” Mairon asks.

“Oh, yes,” Melkor says. “There shouldn’t be any issues.”

A few hours later, Mairon is chilled to the bone and decently competent at skating.

“That was fun,” Melkor says.

“More importantly, the skates are tested,” Mairon says.

Melkor stares at him, for a long moment.

“What?” Mairon asks.

“Did you really think this was about testing skates?” Melkor asks.

“Yes?” Mairon says. “What else?”

“You and I, spending some time together,” Melkor says.

“We spend plenty of time together,” Mairon says. “When you come and watch me work, when I report to you about the status of Utumno—”

“No,” Melkor says. “Not about work. On a personal basis.”

Mairon blinks.

On a personal basis? What could Melkor want from him ‘on a personal basis?’

He asks as much, but Melkor doesn’t answer that question.

“You were unhappy in Almaren,” Melkor says, a statement more than a question. “That was easy to tell. But harder, I think, to tell if you’re happy here.”

A pause.

“Mairon, are you happy?”

“Yes?” Mairon answers. He doesn’t know why Melkor would ask him this.

“I mean it,” Melkor says. “If there’s anything you dislike—if there’s anything that you want to be different, don’t hesitate to change it.”

There is. There is that maddeningly incomprehensible feeling he gets when he’s around Melkor, but that’s not something he can articulate, let alone make concrete plans for.

“I hadn’t thought my personal wellbeing mattered to you,” Mairon says, instead.

“Why would it not?”

“Because—well, because you’re you, and I’m me,” Mairon answers.

“That’s not an answer.”

“As though you haven’t been giving me non answers the whole day.”

“Like for what question?”

“What do you want from me on a personal basis?”

Melkor—for probably the first time in his very long life—thinks about what he says before he says it.

“The work you have done for me is commendable,” Melkor says. “The structure, organizational, and technological improvements have been greatly beneficial to my forces, and I—would not have been able to achieve these changes without you. But what you could do for me was not the only reason I wanted you to be mine.”

What other reason could there be, Mairon thinks, but doesn’t ask.

“I—” Melkor glances around, as though someone could be eavesdropping on their conversation— “I love you.”

Mairon stands there, frozen, not just because of the cold.

He opens his mouth, and closes it.

“You—what?” Mairon asks, finally, when the implications of what Melkor just said hits him. “I—what?”

Melkor turns sharply, skates grinding across the ice. There’s tension in his shoulders.

“Forget it,” he says. “Forget I said anything.”

“No, I—” Mairon falls silent. He doesn’t know how to proceed.

“We ought to return,” Melkor says.

The thing is: Mairon doesn’t want to. He doesn’t want to go back to his inventories and reports. He wants to stay out here, even though he’s freezing cold, because—because—because—

Because Melkor is here, with him. With only him.

But Melkor is skating towards the opposite end of the lake, and Mairon rushes to follow.

Only—he shifts his weight, and there’s a cracking noise, and before Mairon can realize what’s happened, the ice breaks beneath him, swallowing him beneath the icy water.

Mairon is a Maia, and he doesn’t need anything as paltry as oxygen, but he’s exhausted from his week of auditing, and trying to ensure the forges don’t fall to chaos as he and Melkor design the ice skates, and the cold air while he skated, and the love confession, and the icy shock.

Mairon is a Maia, but his nature is that of fire and stone, and he doesn’t do well with cold water.

He slips into unconsciousness.

The next thing Mairon is aware of is a heavy weight on his body, and the fact that he is lying on something soft. He blinks his way to wakefulness, slowly, slowly, and the world around him sharpens in degrees.

He’s lying on a bed—a feather bed, with stuffed pillows, underneath several layers of thick blankets. The bed frame is carved dark wood, and the richly embroidered curtains are half closed, giving him a faint view of the room outside. There’s a roaring fire opposite him, with the faint smell of wood smoke, and tapestries hanging on the stone walls.

This isn’t his room, with his sparse cot and makeshift blankets that he had chosen over a proper bed.

Mairon sits upright, too quickly.

The room is empty. He had hoped it wouldn’t be.

Mairon tries, desperately, to parse what happened.

Melkor had said he loved him. He loved him.

Mairon had thought—this was impossible, not because Aule had implied Melkor was incapable of love, but because Mairon was a Maia, and Melkor’s subordinate, and—

He had rejected that possibility, and his own feelings, because he never thought it would be possible.

But it isn’t impossible. It isn’t even improbable.

It happened. Melkor had said he loved him.

And Mairon had—he flops back down onto the bed. Mairon had frozen, entirely.

He lies there, for a few more minutes, before making up his mind. He needs to do something about this.

He pushes himself out of bed—maybe too fast, because the world swoops around him.

A hand catches his arm, pulls him upright.

“Careful there,” Melkor says, standing right next to Mairon. He’s watching Mairon, with an expression that is utterly unreadable to Mairon.

Mairon doesn’t like it.

“What happened?”

“You fell into the lake,” Melkor says, and Mairon thinks Melkor should be amused, he should find it funny that Mairon actually fell into the lake after worrying that he would, but Melkor isn’t laughing.

He looks dead serious.

“I thought you said the ice would hold,” Mairon says, because he doesn’t like this. He wants Melkor to be making fun of him.

“If you’re implying that I deliberately made you fall in—”

“Did you?”

“No!” Melkor snaps.

Is he angry? Mairon doesn’t know. He sits down—and something in him says, this is improper, you shouldn’t be sitting when he isn’t, but Mairon’s passed improper hours ago.

“It was very cold,” he says, because he doesn’t know what else to say. Melkor doesn’t respond. “Where am I?”

“My rooms,” Melkor says. “Yours were hardly sufficient. You don’t even have a bed.”

He sounds—annoyed? Angry on Mairon’s behalf? Mairon isn’t sure why, except—the words I love you rings in his mind, and Mairon wonders, then, if Melkor cares about him beyond the way a lord should for his servant.

But of course, Mairon chides himself.

“Perhaps I should start stealing your bed,” Mairon says, after far too long a silence.

Melkor doesn’t respond to that.

“I should go,” Mairon says, but he makes no move to leave.

But Melkor doesn’t make him leave.

“I love you too,” Mairon blurts out. He should be leaving. He should really, really be leaving. But when he makes for the door, Melkor stops him with a firm grip on his arm.

“Don’t say that just because you feel obligated to,” Melkor says.

“I’m not,” Mairon says, feeling the room grow several degrees warmer. Or maybe it’s just his face. “I don’t—feel obligated to—I just. Wanted to tell you how I felt. Feel. Still do.”

Melkor brushes a thumb across Mairon’s cheekbone.

Then Melkor kisses him.

After an eternity, and too short a time, they pull away from each other.

“You can steal my bed anytime you’d like,” Melkor says, with a wink.

Mairon, flustered, is speechless.

“My auditing,” Mairon says.

“Forget about it,” Melkor says. “You can easily go back to it tomorrow. Stay here. With me.”

With him.

“Sure,” Mairon says. “What do you want to do?”

Melkor’s watching Mairon with his I-have-an-idea look. But this time, it just might not end in a disaster.

#angbang #silmarillion #melkor #mairon #sauron #morgoth #tolkien #fluff #tss2020 #my writing

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bubblesuga · 4 years ago

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Oblivious To Adoration - Prologue

A/N: Hi all! So this is a Prologue (written after the story, oops) that can work as a standalone but I highly suggest also checking out the rest of the story as well!

W/C: 3,757

Warnings: smut, alcohol consumption, oral (m and f receiving), fingering, cum swallowing (if that should be a warning... idk lol), masturbation

Part 1

Exam season is finally over.

You throw your pencils into your bag and slip it over your shoulder. Despite having studied for ages on each test, you still couldn’t shake the fact that you may have failed. Thousands of dollars down the drain simply because you didn’t absorb the information enough. Jungkook tells you that you’re too smart to worry about things like that but it just wouldn’t leave your head.

You step out of the lecture hall and spot Jungkook leaning against the wall and talking to a girl. She seems to be flirting by the way she leaned next to him and batted her eyelashes. He seems uncomfortable, his eyes seeming to stare passed her. You roll your eyes, it’s not the first time that Jungkook had been hit on by a woman he was clearly not interested in.

The moment he sees you, his expression changes and his face is lighting up. He seemingly forgets completely about the girl and pushes himself off the wall and fights his way through the crowd.

“How did it go?” Jungkook questions, immediately leading you away.

“I’m not sure yet.” You shrug, sighing in frustration.

Jungkook gives you a look of sympathy, deciding not to press the matter while you head towards the exit of the building.

“Get outta the way bitches, (Y/N) just finished her last exam!” Jungkook yelled, his hand on the small of your back while he pushes fellow students out of your path. You roll your eyes at the attention now brought on you, attempting to hide your smile.

“Kookie you can’t call people bitches.” You groan as he pushes the door open. Jungkook abruptly slips his backpack off his shoulders and punts it down the long stairs. You gasp as it slips right in between a couple of students and Jungkook cringes in apology while he runs down the stairs to go pick it up.

You let out a laugh, skipping down the stairs yourself and returning in your place beside Jungkook. Instinctively, he wraps his arm around your shoulder while he leads you towards his car.

“Okay. Everyone has been waiting for today so we can officially celebrate the end of the year. Yoongi and Jin’s apartment at 8 tonight, alright?” Jungkook speaks as he pulls out of the parking lot.

“Is Namjoon gonna be there?” You ask, picking at your finger nails. Jungkook tilts his head towards you, “Of course.”

You crinkle your nose jokingly, knowing that Jungkook didn’t like the fact that you and Namjoon teased each other quite a bit. Truthfully it made Jungkook feel jealous, as far as he was concerned you were his best friend and Namjoon had a way of sliding his comments into conversation so effortlessly that had you both laughing and hitting his shoulder.

Jungkook pulls into your apartment complex a few moments later. You lean over the center console and wrap your arms around his shoulder, “I’ll see you tonight.”

As you turn to get out, Jungkook grabs your wrist, “We’re going to get wasted tonight, by the way.”

“Mm,” you nod, humor evident on your face, “can’t wait, Kookie.”

~*~*~

You already hear music playing lightly through the door of Yoongi and Seokjin’s apartment. You don’t have the chance to knock because Hoseok swings open the door, “Get in here, girl.”

Hoseok grabs your wrist and pulls you in, your hands gripping the bottle of tequila tighter.

Suddenly you felt over dressed, spotting your group of friends gathered in the living room as Seokjin and Taehyung yell about some fighting game on the television. Hoseok takes the bottle of tequila from your hands and grabs three shot glasses.

“Jungkook! (Y/N) is here!” Hoseok calls out to the living room, causing Jungkook to whip his head around. He hops over the couch and immediately reaches for one of the shot glasses.

“Ah, to possibly making or breaking our future careers!” Jungkook doesn’t wait to tap his shot glass on yours, downing the shot in seconds and reaching to pour another.

Okay, clearly you had some catching up to do. You could smell the remnants of beers on Jungkook’s breath, and you mentally cursed yourself for running a little late. You follow his lead, pouring yourself a couple more shots and downing them while Jungkook watches you with shiny eyes.

Hoseok seems to sense your discomfort of sobriety, reaching into the fridge and pulling out a beer of your own. You silently thank him and pop it open on the edge of the counter, chugging it down.

Jungkook leads you to the living room and the two of you sit in the corner of the sectional. Already you could feel the heat of the alcohol coursing through your veins, and for once in your life you were grateful for being a lightweight.

“Ah,” Namjoon spots you, “who invited you?”

“Awh, don’t be so sad, Joonie. I know you’re secretly really happy I’m here.” You grin, seeing humor alight in Namjoon’s eyes as he turns his attention back to the screen.

Jungkook notices the exchange between you and Namjoon and can’t help but burn holes into the side of your head. Not that he could do anything about it though, it’s not like he could stop you if you and Namjoon had decided dating or something. Though he cringes at the thought.

The only thing that steadies his mind the the feeling of your head hitting his shoulder while you giggle at Jimin beating Seokjin at the game and cheering in victory.

Jungkook relaxes against you, his hand picking up a piece of hair at the back of your head and twirling it softly between his fingers. It takes every bone in his body to prevent him from leaning down and pulling you in for a kiss but he just couldn’t. Even if you wore such a short dress and pranced around in front of him more times than he’d like to admit, or when he can’t help but stare when you bend down to grab something only for Jimin nudge him out of his trance.

You didn’t like him like that, it just wouldn’t work out.

The night is going by as every night that you found yourself in one of the boys’ apartments with liquor running through your system. Jungkook and you have been fed drinks constantly and you could officially say that you were drunk, but that was the whole point of this night anyway.

Yoongi and Hoseok were in the middle of doing awful karaoke, singing some song from a movie that you had never heard of.

You were practically on top of Jungkook’s lap at this point, the two of you giggling as Hoseok’s voice cracks on a particularly high note.

“Oh come on you’re better than that Hobi!” You shout over the music and laughter, your eyes glossed over. Jungkook’s arms wrap around your waist and pull you close, your hand flying to his chest and your fingers dancing across his hands.

“Shut up!” Hoseok shouts back, his voice echoing from the reverb of the mic. Yoongi laughs in the middle of his verse and you realize that these guys truly made you happy, you couldn’t have asked for a better group of friends.

Especially the man beneath you, who’s strong arms made you feel safe from the beginning of your friendship onward. He always made sure to protect you, but was also well aware that you didn’t need the protection. You allowed him to protect you because you loved the way he could send a boy away from you with a simple look and his arm snaking around your waist.

You were suddenly hyper aware of how close you were to him, but you didn’t care. You like how he smells too much to stop cuddling him.

In fact, the feeling of his abs tensing beneath your body caused heat to wrack your lower half. You see him shirtless often, so you didn’t have a problem imagining what he would look like holding himself above you. You tried to push the feeling down, but the alcohol was winning this fight. You needed to have him and you needed to have him now.

“Jungkook?” You ask him quietly, turning his head towards yours.

“Yes?” He responds, his forehead shining from the heat of your body on his but he didn’t want to push you away.

“Do you want to come to another room with me?”

Jungkook raises an eyebrow, “Uh, sure?”

You stand abruptly, but everyone else seemed too enthralled in the performance in front of them to notice. You quickly tug Jungkook with you, a giggle leaving your lips when you notice how he struggles to keep up with you.

You open the first door you see, spotting a keyboard and guitar in the corner of the room. Jungkook immediately sits on the bed, laying back and groaning. The way his shirt rode up his abdomen ever so slightly and revealed the ‘v’ dipping into his jeans caused you to swallow.

“So what’s up? Get a little overwhelmed?” Jungkook asks, rubbing his eyes then keeping his gaze trained on the ceiling.

Now that you had him in the room you were unsure of how to handle the situation. So, you decided to let your instincts guide you.

You shakily press a step forward, then another, until your knees bump against Jungkook’s. He tears his gaze away from the ceiling and eyes you curiously, causing your face to go red. He smiles comfortingly, “What’s on your mind?”

Without responding, you climb onto his lap and rest a knee on either side of his thighs. Immediately Jungkook tenses at the movement and sits up, your hands landing on his shoulders. This is different from your usual drunk touchy habits, your heat was a mere 3 layers from his, and the thought alone causes his mouth to water.

“What are you-”

Jungkook doesn’t get the chance to finish his question because you slam your lips on his.

Jungkook freezes entirely, every fiber of his being telling him to kiss you back but the shock of the situation causes him to shrivel in a puddle of confidence-lacking ooze. He had wanted to kiss you for so long - years at this point - and now that you were suddenly kissing him he had no clue what to do.

Instead of pulling away and accepting defeat, you poke your tongue between your lips and swipe it across Jungkook’s bottom lip and instantly he opens his mouth.

You smile in victory, your tongue entering his mouth and exploring. The taste of tequila and lemonade laced his tongue, and in a surprising turn of events Jungkook wraps his lips around your tongue and sucks softly.

He pulls away, meeting your eyes, “How far do you want this to go, (Y/N)?”

“Need you,” you whine, your fingers wracking over his clothed torso, “need all of you.”

“Fuck.” Jungkook groans, leading your hands beneath his shirt and allowing you to feel his hot tanned skin directly. He falls back onto the bed while you push his shirt over his head and toss it behind you, hearing the twang of a guitar string. You glance back to make sure the guitar is okay before hearing Jungkook giggle softly.

He leans his hand up, reveling in the feeling of your soft skin against his, and pushes your hair behind your ear, “You’re so pretty.”

You press your lips against his again, “Tell me I’m pretty when I’m covered in your cum.”

Jungkook’s eyes widen and you can nearly see the switch in his eyes from Kookie to Jungkook. His fingers fumble with his belt and he quick to unbuckle it, tapping your hip to tell you to lift your body so he can slide his pants down.

His semi doesn’t take long to harden completely once he feels your hot breath through the thin fabric of his briefs. You bite your lip, looking up at him as you loop your fingers through the hem.

“No, baby. You’re wearing far too much clothing right now.” Jungkook says, his thumb running over his swollen lips.

You raise an eyebrow, standing up staring down at Jungkook’s mostly naked body. You smile, your cheeks flushing while you slide the straps of your dress down your shoulders. Jungkook watches your every move, his eyes following your hands while you slide the black material down your body and step out of it.

Your underwear is by no means flashy, you didn’t expect anyone to see them tonight and you’re about to apologize to Jungkook for the plain pink matching bra and panties but his eyes tell you that you do need to.

“Off.” He demands, gesturing his hand to you. He wasn’t one for strip teases but he could watch you undress every night and never get tired of it. You reach behind you, unclasping each clasp slowly until the band of your bra falls loose. You’re quick to catch the cups before the slip off, walking closer to him.

You allow the bra to fall in has lap, your nipples hard with anticipation. This was the first time that Jungkook has seen you so exposed, and he was enjoying the sight. He leans forward and clasps his teeth around one of your nipples and you let out a moan at the feeling.

You liked this side of him, dominance radiating from him and causing you to drip.

“I’m gonna make you feel so fucking good, baby.” He groans, and in seconds your tossed onto the bed beside him. His lips attack your neck, sucking and biting in places you didn’t know could be so pleasurable. Or maybe it was just that fact that Jungkook was the one doing it. Either way, you writhed beneath his lips as he trailed kisses down your body. Reaching your hips, he presses a kiss to each of your hip bones. Looking up at you hesitantly, you see him loop his fingers around each side of your panties.

“Well what are you waiting for?” You tease, biting your bottom lip.

Jungkook lets out a breathy laugh, “Just making sure I’m not dreaming.”

With that, he drags your panties down your legs almost painfully slow. His eyes don’t leave yours, and you wonder if he’s second guessing his decision. He must have noticed the doubt in your eyes, so he presses a kiss softly just above your mound, right on your pelvic bone.

You relax instantly, his eyes large and filled with lust when he finally tears them away from yours. Jungkook holds both of your ankles in one hand as he finally slides off your panties the rest of the way. You exhale a shaky breath, Jungkook’s position just in front of the bottom of your thighs caused your mind to wander. There were so many ways you wanted him to take you, and your feet on either side of his head was the first way.

Jungkook lets go of your ankles and you keep your legs raised, slowly opening your thighs where Jungkook finally turns his gaze.

Your stomach flutters while Jungkook lays on his stomach in front of you, and swipes his ring finger up your slit. Instantly, a loud moan falls from your lips and Jungkook chuckles confidently.

“Who knew you’d be so wet for your best friend, huh?” He doesn’t allow you to respond, as his tongue darts out of his mouth and swipes a long stripe from the bottom of your heat to your clit.

You lurch forward, your hands lacing through his hair.

“Oh god, that feels so good.” You moan, arching your back as Jungkook begins to press two fingers into your cunt. He wasn’t hiding how much he was enjoying this, either, because he moans loudly against your cunt as you tug at the roots of his hair.

You watch him carefully, biting your bottom lip and your face contorted in pleasure. Jungkook’s eyes were closed, all his energy going into pleasing you.

He begins to rut his hips against the duvet, whining against you for some sort of release but he doesn’t stop until your coming undone beneath him. “Oh fuck me,” you moan, “Jungkook!”

You feel his smile against you as you ride out your high against his tongue, your hand gripping his hair harshly.

“Wow,” he pulls away, his thumb collecting the moisture of your release around his lips and then slipping it into his mouth, “you taste even better than I imagined.”

Your mouth falls agape, “You imagined what I taste like?”

“Oh baby,” Jungkook stands for a moment, slipping his boxers down his muscular thighs, “I’ve wanted to taste you for so long.”

Your eyes drop to the apex of his thighs, his cock springing upward and hitting his abdomen. He’s huge, you thought, he’s going to tear me in half.

And you couldn’t wait.

You gesture for him to get back on the bed, and in seconds your spreading your thighs. Jungkook strokes his cock for a moment, his eyes washing over your body and he silently pleasures himself at the sight of you. You could come just from watching him, but you were so enthralled with the way his large hands stroked himself that you forgot what you were doing in the first place. It’s not until he’s about to thrust inside of you do you snap back, “Condom?”

“Ah,” Jungkook blushes, “sorry, one second.”

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his wallet. The tiny silver foil was a welcoming sight, and you grin.

Jungkook spots your salacious smile and can’t help but mirror it, walking over to the side of the bed. He stands tall above you, and he hands you the foil packet.

“Put it on me.”

You don’t hesitate, your teeth tearing open the condom and placing the bubble at the top in your mouth. Jungkook hisses when your hand grips the base of his cock and strokes him a few times before you lower your mouth onto him, rolling the condom down his shaft with your tongue running underneath.

As you reach the base of his cock, you hold yourself there. Jungkook feels your throat contract around him and thrusts in softly, “If you want me to fuck you, you’re gonna need to stop sucking me off.”

You fall back easily, spreading your legs once again and reaching your fingers down to rub your clit in a few circles.

Jungkook places himself between your thighs again, and presses his cock into your heat slowly.

You watch the way his thumb shakes as he falls in, his body crashing above you as he catches himself. He can’t help but capture your lips in his as he finally feels you pulse around him like he wanted you to for so fucking long.

Jungkook has never had so much trouble trying not to cum, but you just felt so good. Your warmth was enticing, and kissing you was distracting him enough not to release.

“Move, please.” You whisper against his lips, grinding your hips against his.

Jungkook pulls away until just the tip of his cock is inside, then he slams back in. Still, his lips stay steady on yours and you cry out his name while he thrusts into relentlessly.

“You take me so well, baby,” Jungkook’s voice was throaty and thick, much different than what you were used to, “squeeze around me so good.”

He doesn’t leave your lips, breathing heavily through his nose as he continues to thrust harshly. You reach up and drag his bottom lip through your teeth, trying to quiet your moans as you suddenly remember the 6 other people in the apartment.

Then again, maybe you didn’t care if they heard you. Maybe you liked the thought of the boys hearing Jungkook make you scream.

So, with Jungkook thrusting particularly harshly, you let out a scream of his name and toss your head back, electricity sparking in your tummy. He reaches deep and slows his thrusts once he feels that your close, long strokes replacing them.

The fact that Jungkook lay so close to you as he thrusts, the scent of him overwhelming in your nostrils, played a huge factor in pushing you closer and closer to the edge. As you finally feel the twist building in your stomach uncoil in flashing heat, your jaw drops open, “I’m coming!”

“That’s good,” Jungkook kisses your jaw, “you’re doing so well.”

He stops his movements and you moan,falling back and trying to catch your breath.

You open your eyes and meet Jungkook’s, grinning and reaching up to move his fringe away from his forehead, “Did you cum?”

He shakes his head, “You said you wanted to be covered in my cum, right?”

You nod hastily, and Jungkook slowly pulls out of you. You groan at the emptiness, but quickly recover when you see Jungkook slip the condom off of his member.

Again, he stands proudly above you, “What? You think I’m gonna do this myself?”

You giggle, reaching forward and beginning to stroke him. You’re much faster this time, and Jungkook is thrusting his hips in your hand. He’s gripping your wrist but following the movement of your hand with his eyes screwed shut and his head tossed back.

Then you hear him suck in an air of breath and you open your mouth, sticking out your tongue and feeling the saltiness of his release paint your tongue. He looks down quickly, as if not wanting to miss the way his cum rests on your tongue. He grips your jaw in his hand, “Swallow.”

You eye him mischievously, sliding your tongue in your mouth and swallowing, then opening again to show him.

“Good girl.” He whispers, his eyes still black with lust.

He places another kiss to your lips, and you pull him down onto the bed with you.

You both lay, catching your breath and watching each other. Jungkook’s grin is just as wide as ever, and you realize exactly what you had just done.

You just hooked up with your best friend. Your first friend on campus, the person who’s there for you whenever you’re going through anything. You may have just completely ruined your friendship with him because you let alcohol take over your thoughts.

Well, at least that’s what you’re telling yourself. It definitely wasn’t the fact that you had been suppressing your attraction to him for years. Nope.

Definitely wasn’t that.

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