#but it does tickle me to think she could have had help and. didn't

[arcandoria]

I love that Emmrich says to Mourn Watch Rook that "A wisp will come when called by a Watcher" which might just mean the wisps in the Necropolis but I like to think wisps just really vibe with Mourn Watchers.

Which leads to Watcher Rook being perfectly capable of helping Neve with her wisp problem, but not doing it because they're cute

[allisluv]

aaahh yay for a new charger!! Hmmm ok if it tickles your fancy, can I request a Finnick x reader fic post-rebellion where she’s feeling perhaps a touch soft, maybe not even realizing it (like just a heavy/triggering day where she’s feeling anxious) and Finnick knows, doesn’t comment on it, just hovers/takes over stuff for her to lessen her load? (Sorry if it doesn’t make sense - I got excited & wanted to send something in hahaha)

farmers market.

pairing: finnick o'dair x shy!wifey

content warnings: reader is having a rough go of it, use of petnames, pre-established relationship, set post-rebellion, finnick is so soft and sweet it's giving me a tooth ache (/pos), teasing, banter, fluff with a sprinkle of angst, not edited.

word count: 2k

author's note: elle, i hope you don't mind me writing this one for finnick x shy!wifey! i hadn't intended to originally but i started writing and i was like this is so them coded for me not to, you know? so, without further ado... here's my first finnick x shy!wifey oneshot. requests for them are open!! please do note that this can be read as a finn x reader insert too if you prefer that!! also this is my first time writing in a hot minute so please be kind. reblogs and comments are appreciated <3

Bad days tend to creep up on you like the calm before the storm, and without really knowing why, you welcome those days back like an old friend.

Its strange, when you think about it; you would think that the promise of a life without a constant war would feel reassuring but in reality, all it does is instil you with greater fear, and that is saying something.

In no way shape or form are you saying that you would have preferred to live under Snow's rule-- even less under Coin. You're simply saying that it feels terrifying to have this glorious taste of freedom, when in the back of your mind, there's a voice that reminds you it could all be taken away from you in a matter of seconds.

Finnick can tell something is weighing heavily on your mind when you toss and turn in bed all night. He combs his fingers through your hair, and presses soft kisses to your forehead, but no amount of comfort is able to soothe those reeling thoughts.

Eventually, you manage to doze off with Finnick's arms wrapped tight around you. Still, your sleep is broken and even then, you cant escape your anxiety.

Finnick watches over you as you rest. When a crease forms between your brows, an indicator that your dreams are not being kind to your weary soul, he uses his thumb to smooth it out. When a pitiful whine slips past your parted lips, he holds you closer and mutters words of reassurance into your hairline.

It's nearing noon when you finally start to stir. Finnick's arm had gone dead long before now, but he figures the pins and needles that shoot through his arm are well worth it if he has you in his arms like this. He watches as your eyes lazily flutter open and you absentmindedly sink deeper into his embrace. "Hi," He whispers into the silence. You wipe your eyes and mumble something incoherent. He smiles. "Welcome back to the land of the living."

You hum sleepily as you nuzzle your cheek against his bare chest. He is warm and soft and he smells like home. You can't help noticing the absent scent of saltwater and a frown tugs at the corner of your lips. "You didn't go swimming?"

Finnick wraps his ankle with yours under the duvet. "Didn't want to."

Your frown deepens and even in your half-asleep state you know he's lying, so naturally, you call him out on it. "I call bullshit." You try to sit up straighter but he eases you back down onto his chest with a quiet hum. "Why didn't you go? You always go swimming in the morning."

He kisses your forehead. "Maybe I just wanted to stay here with you." His fingers trace a path up your back. He normally does go swimming every morning; it's somewhat of a ritual for him. But he doesn't want to leave you when he knows you're having a rough go of it, especially when you're almost as stubborn as him and won't ask for his help. "Is that okay with you?" He teases.

You fight the urge to roll your eyes, but his hands are gentle and soft on your body, and it eases some of the pent up tension in your frame. "Hmph. I suppose so." It's meant to be a joke, but your voice falls flat.

He doesn't seem to mind. He knows you're bound to be snippy or sad or on edge or all of the above. Hes had his own fair share of triggering days since the war ended and he's been the exact same. He just gives a quiet hum so you know he isn't ignoring you, and then he allows the silence to settle.

There's still a pit of unease in your stomach, but it's lessened slightly by his presence. "What time is it?" You ask after a while.

Finnick cranes his neck to one side to check the alarm clock on the bedside locker. "One."

You swear you give yourself whiplash as you shoot up and he grunts softly at the loss of contact. "In the afternoon?"

"No, in the morning. See the stars outside?" Finnick deadpans, trying to lighten the mood. You shoot him a withering look, and he grins and sits up now, too. "Its alright, angel. We're allowed to have a lie in every now and then." He soothes, pressing a soft kiss to your bare shoulder blade.

"We've got to go grocery shopping today," You argue, but it's a weak protest, even to your own ears.

"And we've got plenty of time," He responds patiently, smoothing his hand up and down your back once more. "It's a Sunday. The market doesn't close until seven. Just relax, my love. It's all okay." He knows you need to keep yourself busy on days like this; it's a way to remind yourself that you're controlling something.

He shifts onto his knees, the bedframe creaking underneath him, and wraps his arms around your midsection. "It's all okay." He promises. A kiss to your shoulder again. "We can get changed and leave right now if you want to, alright?"

You melt into his touch before giving a stiff nod. Maybe if you're out of the house, it'll ease your worries a bit, or at the very least distract you. Your eyes flutter shut as he presses a kiss to your neck this time around. "Okay."

"Yeah? That sound like a plan?"

You nod, more relaxed this time. "Yeah."

Finnick gets changed in a matter of minutes, and is ever so patient as he waits for you. He watches you flit between your wardrobe three or four times, choosing an outfit and changing your mind once you go to put it on,

"I'm sorry," You say quietly on your fifth time around. Your deft fingers anxiously toy with the hem of your sleep shirt as you sift through the contents of your wardrobe.

He's perched on the edge of the bed, and he offers you a gentle smile as he sees your fingers move to your mouth. You gnaw on a hangnail, and he pushes down the urge to lovingly scold you. "It's okay. Take all the time you need, angel. I'm in no rush."

Once you're finally dressed and out of the door, Finnick can't help but notice the way your eyes dart around nervously. He knows that you're no doubt feeling more wary, and he wants nothing more than to help soothe your heightened emotions. "So, angel, I was thinking." He slips his hand into yours as you move. He doesn't seem to mind how damp your palm is.

"Hm?" Your head whips around to see him. "Sorry?"

"I was thinking." He repeats patiently, matching your pace. He knows that you need a distraction right now and he Is more than eager to be of assistance. "There's this lovely cove off the coast. Malcom-- you'd know him, he's the coast guard-- was telling me about it. It's about an hour or two from here by boat. It's meant to be gorgeous out there. I was thinking we could go snorkelling there one day, if you'd like."

"I've never been snorkelling," You remind him softly.

He squeezes your hand. "I know. I could teach you." He offers. "We'd be able to make it a day trip. We could bring a picnic for the boat and we could sail for a while before getting to the cove." He presses a kiss to your cheek. "What do you think?"

The weight in your chest is shifting now that you're not tangled up in your thoughts. You can breathe a bit easier. "Yeah." You nod. "It could be fun. When were you thinking?"

Finnick hums in thought. "Maybe the day after tomorrow? If you're up for it. We can always do it later, I'm easy." He shrugs.

You nod. "Sounds like a plan."

The market is practically empty when you two arrive. Finnick insists on carrying the wicker basket you brought with you, and he follows your lead as you drift between stalls.

On your way out of the market, he tugs you toward a jewellery stall. Without even giving you time to ask what he's doing, he holds up a necklace, testing it against your complexion, before turning to the seller. "I'll take this one please."

You arch an eyebrow and give his hand a tug. "What're you doing?"

"Buying you a necklace." He replies simply.

"Why?"

"Because I want to."

"You don't have to."

"I said I want to, not that I have to." He corrects you, pressing a kiss to your joined hands. He pays the vendor for the necklace and secures it in the basket before letting you lead him out of the gazebo.

It doesn't take long to get back home, even with your goods from the market weighing you down. Finnick flicks on the air-con once you are inside, and once he sees you moving to turn the stove on, he secures his arms around your waist and practically manhandles you all the way back to the sofa. "Nope. Not happening."

"What are you--"

"Youre gonna sit there and watch something or read or... I don't know, do whatever you want while I cook dinner." He grins as he lets go and you flop down on the sofa. You open your mouth to complain, but he simply kisses you quiet before pulling away and pecking your head. "I have it covered. Don't worry about it, okay? Just relax. It's fine. Relax."

You sigh, but admit defeat, anyway. "Alright. Just... don't burn the house down."

Finnick arches a brow. "Are you doubting my cooking abilities?"

"Yes."

"Says the one who nearly did burn the house down making toast on my birthday."

"That was one time! And I was doing something nice!"

Finnick laughs and pecks your forehead again before sauntering into the kitchen. He's glad you seem to be feeling a bit better. "I know. But it still happened." He calls over his shoulder.

It doesn't take long for you to follow him into the kitchen; you're a tad bit clingy when you're feeling anxious like this. He doesn't make any remarks on it; he simply taps the countertop beside him in invitation and goes back to stirring a pot of sauce.

You swing your legs back and forth before finally finding your voice. "Finn."

He glances up from the pot. "Yeah, baby?"

You sigh. You've never been very good at naming your feelings, even when you were a kid. It makes you feel stupid. "I'm anxious today." You finally blurt out.

Finnick turns down the heat on the stove to give you his undivided attention. He nods sympathetically. "I know. Do you wanna talk about it?"

You shake your head. "No. I'm just letting you know."

He nods. "That's okay. Is there anything I can do to help?"

"You've done more than enough," You rush to say.

"That's not what I asked." He retorts gently. "Is there anything you need?"

You gnaw on the inside of your cheek. Asking for what you needed or wanted was also another thing you weren't very good at, but Finnick doesn't make you feel silly for it, and it feels easier to tell him. "Can I have a hug?"

Finnick wastes no time in reaching for you. His arms fit around you as snugly as possible but it doesn't feel constricting. It just feels safe. He rests his chin atop your head and nuzzles his nose into your hair. "Love you."

"I love you," You reply, melting into him. You can't help the smile that tugs at the corner of your lips when you see the steam bubbling from the pot over his shoulder. "Hey, Finn?"

"Yeah, angel?" He pulls away just enough to smooth your hair out of your eyes.

"Guess I'm not the only one who's awful at cooking."

He frowns and looks over his shoulder when you laugh. "Shit!"

[arthurs-ficz]

So why wait for me? // Jax x reader oneshot !!

You woke up and stumbled out of bed. Your last adventure had been excessive, especially when Ragatha had said that awful thing to Jax in a fit of anger. He may have deserved it for constantly teasing the others, particularly Gangle, but what Ragatha said really began to affect him. Even throughout the rest of the adventures they had after that one, what she had said didn't leave his mind for a second. Despite it looking like he'd just brushed it over with Pomni.

"Also, she's dumb, and she looks weird."

He says as he sits up from lying on the grass below, smiling smugly, despite still feeling as if Ragatha had practically shot a dagger through his heart with what she had said.

His face practically splits into an even bigger grin when you awakened. No doubt that was what he was waiting for. Basically, all morning, really, but he would never tell you that.

“Well, look who finally decided to show. Thought you’d been snagged by ‘ol scary eyes or somethin’ by now.”

Jax remarks casually, referring to Caine, though with an obvious note of amusement. His eyes lingered on you a little longer, the corner of his lips ticked up just a smidge.

You blink twice, simply being too tired to even process how he was looking at you, let alone what he was saying.

"What?.." You murmur softly, rubbing your right eye. Jax’s smirk just widens a tad further at this.

“Oh, nothin’. Was just curious how long you’d choose to hibernate the day away.”

Jax leans back against whatever surface happens to be behind him, folding his arms nonchalantly. His eyes keep a steady gaze on you, observing your every movement.

You give a slight nod, realising you'd slept in a little longer than usual. Guess yesterday's adventures took a bigger toll on you than you originally thought. You put your own gaze on him as you reply groggily,

"Sorry about that.''

Jax’s own remains on you for a few more moments, then he finally pushes off from the surface he was leaning up against. He takes a few steps towards you.

“Mm, no you’re not.”

He states bluntly, though there’s no harshness behind it. He stops in front of you now, towering over you by several inches. You don't immediately deny him, as you just respond with a slight shrug of your shoulders.

"Is it so bad that I prioritise my sleep? It's the best part of the day I get in this circus.. I like my sleep."

Jax can’t help but snort at you. An amused glint dancing in his eyes now as his smirk shifts to a cocky half-grin.

“No kidding. Didn’t take you for the kind of person that needed 12 hours to function.”

"Well, how else am I supposed to be prepared to fight or attack for the next adventure? Or even here right now in the hall, something could pop up right in front of us..-"

Jax raises an eyebrow at you, and he puts a hand up to his chin, giving a mocking, thoughtful look for a moment.

“Mm. Yes, because there’s so many things to hunt here.”

He remarks dryly, gesturing around the circus. Clearly, there were no threats around both of you, and Kaufmo had been put into the cellar by Caine when his abstracted self escaped, so there were no threats- at least to you and Jax's knowledge.

You roll your eyes and begin to smile slyly at Jax, thinking of an idea.

"Yeah.. In fact, I see one in front of me!"

Before Jax can even process what you meant, you knock him down onto the floor and begin tickling him repeatedly, beginning to giggle to yourself at his reactions to your touch. He was squirming underneath you like a feral cat.

Jax, in his defence, did not expect that - and it shows. When you jump on him and start trying to tickle him, he lets out a noise he’d vehemently claim later was not a yelp. Though he’s clearly trying very hard not to laugh. He does get his hands on your wrists to try and stop you, with only a little effort, though.

“H-Hey, hold on there—!”

You don't stop yet, as you want to spend this moment with Jax as long as you can. When he's not causing chaos to those around him and is in a situation as harmless as this.. It's oddly endearing to you. Your smile grows as you reply to him.

"Got youuu."

Jax can hardly catch his breath from nearly laughing so hard. He’s still trying to fend you off, but it’s definitely getting harder with each second.

“Okay- h-hey, enough! C’mon!”

He pleads now between giggles and wheezes, which finally makes your tickling come to a stop. You rest your hands as you look down at him with a cheeky expression of your own.

"Got you so good."

Jax is still panting by this point, and a stubborn grin is present on his face. In fact, when you stop, he just lies there for a moment. Looking up at you, taking in your frame sitting atop him.

“You’re annoying as hell, you know that?”

He deadpans. His gloved hands linger at your wrists still. And although you’ve finally stopped tickling him, he’s yet to move them.

"I'm getting my revenge on you."

Jax snickers at this with a small eye roll at your words.

“As if I deserved this.”

He drawls out sarcastically, still holding your wrists captive. You don't hold back, and you keep your eyes on his, not looking away.

"You did. You did and do deserve all of these attacks."

Jax locks eyes with you, too. His gaze was unwavering and intense. He’s still a bit winded from all the laughing prior, and his chest still heaves slightly. You pipe up after a moment to remind him.

"Do you not remember all the things you did yesterday, or even the day before that?"

Jax pretends to look deep in thought, then just shrugs, though he maintains his grip.

“Not ringing any bells, no.”

He remarks back with feigned innocence in his tone. You eventually groan and lie on top of him out of exhaustion. Yesterday's adventures are still taking a hit on you, even if you had gotten 12 hours of sleep.

"Maybe that's why I slept for so long.."

You mumble to yourself as you rest your eyes yet again, but instead of being in your bed, loafed and drowning in comfy blankets and covers, you lie on top of your smug purple rabbit friend.

Jax’s hands finally relax their grip on your wrists, but he still keeps them on you, running his thumb over the back of your hands in small patterns.

“Mm, is that so?”

He asks in a low tone. Jax’s hands slide just a bit down one of your arms, and he starts idly feeling the fabric of the sleeve for a minute, feeling it between the two of his fingers. One of his hands slides over to your forearm. He runs his finger up your arm agonizingly slow now.

“You sure it wasn’t just ‘cause you wanted to keep me waiting?”

He asks in a mock-accusing tone, which causes you to sit up from him and look down at him yet again.

"What do you mean? I'm not the only one here either."

Jax’s hands continue to wander over the fabric of your sleeve. He lets his fingers explore the rest of your arm. All the way down to your hand. His hand leaves your arm, coming up to your chin. He lightly grabs it to keep you from turning back away from him.

“No.. You’re not.”

He agrees softly, tilting your face up slightly more to meet his eyes again.

"All the others are here for you to tease and pry on,"

You go quiet for a moment before continuing your sentence, looking into his eyes with a deeper look this time.

"So why wait for me?"

Jax doesn’t give a verbal answer. He just holds your chin a bit tighter. And then leans in, closing the distance between you very quickly. His lips immediately find yours. A gloved hand comes up to cup your cheek, holding you there, keeping you from moving away.

You felt a heat of flush burn your face as you closed your eyes and kissed him back softly. You could feel how surprisingly delicate he was with you as his lips almost moved with grace against yours. This was a side to Jax you've never really seen before. He was normally so closed off and careless? Why was he suddenly so caring- kissing you like you'd both been married for years, embracing you like a weighted heat blanket? You couldn't even process why he had kissed you like that in the first place before he had pulled away to let you breathe.

He stays close to you as his eyes open again to look at you, lids half-lidded and eyes glinting.

“You want to know why? Because despite everything, you're still here with me.”

You look at him, slightly confused. What did he mean by that?

"What do you mean?"

You tilted your head slightly in confusion.

Jax’s grip on you tightens a little at your words. He leans in close again, keeping your face tilted ever so slightly up towards his. His eyes are locked on yours with a burning intensity you've never really seen on someone as unserious as him before.

“You're the closest to me, _______. The last person who I was ever this close with abstracted. I can't let that happen to you.”

Jax’s hold on you never waivers throughout his admission. Even his face has shifted into a much more serious expression compared to his usual aloof demeanour.

“I won’t lose you.”

His voice is just above a whisper, barely reaching your ears, but it's dripping with emotion. He presses his forehead up against yours. The reminder of what Ragatha had said spiralled through his mind again, almost like a repeated taunt he couldn't get out of his head.

"Jax.. please don't blame yourself for that. It was out of your control and not your fault.-"

Jax’s grip on you tightens a fraction more. He’s still got you close, both hands still placed on you and holding you securely in place. He’s not holding you roughly, but he doesn’t seem to want to let go anytime soon either. Before you can add another word, he shuts you down.

“It doesn’t matter.”

His voice is still soft, but it’s now tinged with a very evident strain in his tone.

“I couldn’t stop it from happening then. I could’ve saved him. I won’t let that happen to you.”

THIS ONE IS ANGSTYY AAA also i apologise if my writing is kind of sloppy or anything since I've been writing this at night RIP but lmk if you have any requests !! i really enjoy making these :3 also lmk if you want pt 2 !!

[sweetverine]

PURRFECT FAMILY | old man!logan

chapter two : A Tail Between Us

summary : logan wants to get there and cuddle with his girl after a long shift, misty has other plans.

warnings : none! (i think)

a/n : another chapter of Purrfect Family!! it took me too long to write it... i didn't have much creativity for it but after a lot of thought, i did it! Logan is quite 'immature' lol i hope you like it <3 english isn't my first language so if anything's weird please let me know!

The last week has been a complete nuisance. The cat was everywhere. Was there a problem with a man wanting to spend time with his girl ALONE? Was it necessary for her to be there all the time? Watching your every move? She seemed so sweet to you, but with him? Oh, she judged him with a murderous look, he could swear she would try to kill him at night when you were sleeping.

Logan was obviously not dramatic.

Misty didn't hate Logan, she seemed curious about him even though she kept her distance. She still doesn't get too close to you either, she accepts and seeks your touch but she doesn't cuddle with you yet. You are both 'strangers' yet, the cat is learning to trust you, little by little she will feel safe enough to rest in the same bed.

You were in the kitchen, preparing pasta. your furry friend was on top of the fridge, looking down on everything. Yesterday she discovered that she could jump to high places and get a better view of her new home. Logan entered the kitchen. Upon entering, he jumped a little, seeing Misty sitting over the refrigerator. “the hell is she doing up there?” He says, already frowning. Opening the refrigerator, He took out a beer, closing the door and giving the cat a sour look.

“Misty discovered she likes heights." You said, smiling. Misty gave a raspy meow in response. “that's right miss” your voice became high pitched as you talked to her, everytime.

Logan grunted, opening the beer, “I don't like her up there.” He took a big gulp of the alcohol, letting it go down his throat in a satisfying way. He left the bottle on the counter. His arms wrapped around you as he buried his head in your neck. You felt his beard tickle your neck and Logan let out a grunt.

“Are you like this because of misty?” you tease, enjoying the closeness of your bodies.

“don't talk about it.” he says, his voice a bit raspy and you could smell the cigar he smoked on the couch.

“Why don't you love her as much as I do?” Logan growls again, he looks like an angry cat when he does that, he leaves kisses on your neck.

“Don't you think loving her is too much? You barely know her." His strong grip indicated possession, he was jealous of a cat, that damn cat.

“Logan, she's just a cat.” You said, looking to the side to see him, your nose pressing against his cheek. “You are behaving like a complete child right now.” Logan bites your neck before pulling away, He's completely ignoring you when you say things like that, he has every right to feel grumpy about misty.

well he likes to think that way.

In the afternoon, Logan got ready for work, fastening his belt while you helped him button his white shirt. He is going to work at night today, and would be back by the time the sun started to rise. at least you wouldn't be alone. He kissed you tenderly, letting your lips enjoy each other's experience for the last time this day. You smiled against his mouth as he pulled away.

“night, princess.” he murmured, pulling away, not before giving you a last short kiss to finally leave the apartment.

The city was always chaotic, noisy and above all annoying.

Logan couldn't stop thinking about you, to distract himself, obviously. He had to spend the night with something. But these days, something was pulling him out of his usual thoughts: the furry friend who joined home a few days ago, he couldn't stand her anymore, it's very immature of him to think that way about a CAT.

Only when no one was around, he opened the window and lit a cigar, Logan just wanted to get to you fast.

He had to make two more trips than usual to get even more money. He wanted to buy you a house, although the apartment was cozy, he couldn't stop imagining having a permanent home, without having to pay rent every month.

Logan arrived home around 6 in the morning, his feet were cold, and he was already looking forward to going to bed with you. To cuddle up with you and bring the warmth back to his body. Hmm, what a wonderful idea.

He enters the apartment silently, closing the door gently before taking off his jacket. He walks to the bathroom, stripping off his clothes lazily. A shower wouldn't hurt, After being out all night in the city, it was noticeable in the smell of his clothes and on his body. The hot water comes out of the shower soaking his muscles and relaxing them, he groaned softly. He wasn't that big of a fan of taking baths but he discovered that he liked it when you complimented him on his smell.

He wrapped a towel around his waist. The steamy bathroom was warm. Logan reluctantly dried himself off, finally going to the room you shared. He almost jumped when he opened the door and found Misty….. on HIS SIDE OF THE BED. dramatic trumpets, Oh god. Logan frowned, walking slowly to the closet, putting on some boxers and a tank top.

How would he get into bed? How would he snuggle up with you? Not with the cat in between. He couldn't do it. At least not tonight.

“move.” He rasped, trying to get the cat out.

Misty opened her eyes sleepily, looking at him without bothering.

Logan sighed as he opened the sheets, the kitten was forced to move, but not too much. He got inside and lay down on his back, looking to the ceiling. He could be hugging you from behind, his head buried in your neck, his hands on your chest, warming each other up, but he's not.

he could take the cat out of the room, but he knew you'd get mad at him so he couldn't. Logan knew if he took the cat out of bed, it would inevitably climb back in. He growled softly, only to get even more wrinkled if he kept bothering about things like this.

In the morning, you rolled over, surprised to not feel Logan behind you, clinging like a tick. The sun filtered through the window as you yawned, The sheets were warm, you wanted to stay there forever. You opened your eyes slowly, seeing Logan lying on his back and Misty on top of him, relaxed. You were filled with love, they looked so pretty together. quickly you grabbed your phone, taking a picture of the cute situation.

You moved even closer, snuggling closer to him, with a sleepy smile. Logan's snores lowered the volume a little and he began to wake up. He opened his eyes and realized the weight on top of him. He growled, taking the cat and putting her at the end of the bed.

“Who told you that you could do that?” His voice was hoarse from all the sleep.

“morning, lo.” you said, pulling him out of his destructive morning thoughts, he turned around vaguely.

“morning.” he was already frowning. You laughed a little and looked at Misty, who stretched out and lay back down on the bed. Too sleepy to function yet, you were happy to see her so relaxed.

Logan lays down again, groaning, his back hurts. Old man things. he gets closer, laying on your chest, Breathing your scent.

“Your cat wouldn't let me sleep with you,” he said, his hand caressing your skin.

“Did she? she was very comfortable with you.” you chuckled, caressing his grey hair.

“I don't want her using me like I'm her damn bed.”

“don't be dramatic.” you mumbled, hugging him more tightly.

[plussizefantasia]

Don't Cry over Spilled Lemonade pt.2

Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x f!reader

Word Count: ~2k

Warnings: A little bit of dread on the reader's part but mostly it's fluff and yearning, just the way I like it.

A/N: hahaha I finally finished it!!!! Thanks for all the love on part one it really made me so happy to see so many people liking the little story that I wrote half asleep <3

Anthony wrestled with his thoughts for the rest of the evening. He hated himself deeply for hurting you and even more for not remembering it. Knowing himself though, he knew that his actions were probably fueled by a desire to leave the gathering and visit Siena, she had been his refuge in the years before and during Daphne’s debut. 

He would never forgive himself if the reason you would not ever stand to be in the same room with him was his naive infatuation with the opera singer. Especially given the fact that as soon as he met you all thoughts of her flew from his head and he never thought of her in that way again. Deep down he knew that his heart now belonged to you although that thought was much too terrifying to dwell on for more than a minute.

You on the other hand were reeling with the new information. You had vowed to hate Anthony Bridgerton until your dying day but his pleas for forgiveness had shaken your will. You still held a deep anger towards him, one that you didn’t think would go away any time soon. But it was becoming harder and harder for you to find the detestation in yourself that had once been bubbling at the surface.

You didn't know what to expect from the Viscount anymore, you had always had a pretty clear picture of the man in your mind, and in one fell swoop he had shattered it like glass. Seeing him playing with his younger siblings in the park the day after your conversation in the hallway certainly didn’t help settle your mind.

If there was one thing you knew about Anthony Bridgerton it was that he loved his family. Sometimes he goes about it in the wrong way but you could tell that he does everything he does for them, even getting grass stains on his trousers because Hyacinth and Gregory are insistent that he plays tag with them in the great park.

It is their laughter that draws your attention first followed shortly by a sharp shout and even more giggles. You are fortunate enough to catch sight of the Viscount tripping and landing on his backside, his hands falling to the side of him and right into what looks to be some freshly planted flower beds. His head hangs and he takes a heaving sigh before pushing himself back up. You can’t help but laugh at the sight.

Anthony would be able to recognize your laugh anywhere, he hears it flowing through the halls of his home enough that it’s become ingrained in his mind. His head turns to where you are and your eyes meet. He is taken aback by the warmth he finds in them. How long has it been since you’ve looked at home with anything but detached coldness?

It is Hyacinth who bridges the gap between the two of you, with a shout of your name she comes bounding across the green and practically leaps into your open arms. 

“Hello sweet girl, having fun are we?” Your hand runs down the back of her head and you smile down at her.

“We were playing a game of tag, would you like to join us?” Sometimes you forget how innocent the young girl is. Her smile is contagious as it spreads across your own face.

“On any other day my darling but I’ve only cut through the park on my way to visit with Lady Danbury and you know how she is about punctuality.”

“Oh.” Her face falls and your heart follows.

“How about this? Once I am done calling upon her Ladyship I shall stop by and you can finally show me the new dresses you got for Dolly Molly okay?”

Her smile returns full force and she squeezes you a little tighter before conjuring up a mask of faux indifference.

“I suppose I can accept that.” 

“You’re starting to sound like Viscount grumpypants over there.” You tickle at her side.

“I heard that,” Anthony calls from a ways away, Greg held under his arm.

“I was not trying to keep quiet my Lord.” Your eyes meet his once again and Anthony cannot help the little bubbling of hope that builds inside his chest when he sees the lightheartedness contained in your gaze.

“That’s Lord Grumpypants to you.” He shoots back and delights in the way your smile widens. 

“Very well Lord Grumpypants, I must be off but I’ll see you all later.” You say the last words down at the young lady still wrapped up in your arms. You give her one final squeeze before releasing her and bowing your head slightly at her older brother. You try not to dwell too much on how much you enjoy the Viscount’s smile.

Anthony takes the day in the park as a sign, one that shows him all hope is not lost. All he needs to do is fix his mistake. He craved you, that much he knew. He craved your smile and your laugh, he yearned for your kind eyes and the way you seemed to float when you walked. He has never considered himself a particularly creative man but the images his mind conjures of the two of you make him second-guess himself.

He did not have time to imagine for very long, however, as Colin was due to return today for the start of the season and Eloise seemed to need constant supervision lest she run away the first chance she got. The Danbury ball could not come soon enough.

The Danbury ball was one of legend, the older woman’s opening ball was not one to be missed as it set the tone for the rest of the season. Young women not lucky enough to gain the Queen’s favor had a second chance at the Danbury ball, a chance to show themselves off to the ton once more in the hopes of catching the eye of an eligible young man. 

You were no different than those young ladies, primping and preening all day long with the hopes that you would be able to secure a match this season before you become too old to do so. Your mother was adamant that this season had to be spectacular, you had to look and act your best always. She was weary and weeping, moaning about how you’d be letting down the family if you were unable to secure a match.

It was interesting you thought, how quickly she changed her tune. During your debut season, she had spoken dreamingly about a love match and finding happiness and now you were sure that she would shove you off to whoever if it meant that you would be married. It seemed your Mama’s greatest fear was you becoming a spinster. 

You obliged her whims, after all, you did wish to find a match. You had always dreamed of a love match. With every year that passed by the candle of hope held within your heart flickered, it was small now, but you had to admit that it still burned. You still soothed your restless nights with dreams of a husband and children, a loving home full of laughter and joy. That is the future you want, that is the future you will fight for.

Tonight you aim to make an entrance, any attention at this point is better than being snubbed. You wore a gown of deep red, with golden lace around the bodice and black and gold beading around the waistline and down the back. Your maid pulled and twisted your hair, piling it upon your head and creating a bold and dramatic look. You were going to pull attention, you had to.

And pull attention you did, from the moment you entered the ballroom all eyes were on you. Ladies whispered and hid behind their fans. Men stood in circles with their peers but you caught the glance of more than one bachelor. And yet, nobody had approached you. You were beginning to feel the flush in your cheeks. Perhaps this was too much, such boldness was off-putting and you should have stuck to the known. Dressed in soft pinks and whites, proclaiming purity and softness. 

Anthony was beside himself. You were the most ethereal creature he had ever had the privilege of laying his gaze on and he wished to spend the whole night by your side; catching up on all the lost time. He knew though, that you would never allow that, and he would rather die than hurt you again. 

So he watched and watched and watched. As time ticked on those cowards kept you waiting. Dances began and ended, people arrived and left and all the while you were stood, bathed in candlelight and alone. 

The sun had long since set and you were done. No longer would you endure this embarrassment. You had followed your gut and put yourself out there and it had failed. You were destined to be alone you supposed.

Just as you were getting ready to turn away and retreat back to the safety of your family home a hand entered your sight. Palm up and inviting, your eyes traced slowly up the arm and towards the face of the gentleman who had finally put you out of your misery.

Anthony Bridgerton stood before you, arm outstretched and a small smile on his face. “A lady as beautiful as yourself does not deserve to spend the whole night without a single dance.” 

“Are you offering?” You looked him in the eye and raised a brow. This was the first time since your conversation in the hallways that Anthony had approached you without one of his siblings present to be a buffer.

“I’m giving you an opportunity.”

“And what might that be?” You tilted your head to the side and watched as a smirk slowly spread across his face.

“You have a choice, right here and right now. Either grasp my hand and we dance the rest of the night away, opinions be damned. Or you snub me, snub me like I snubbed you that night, and get your revenge.”

You exhale a laugh and look at him. His face held a smile but also a certain seriousness that belayed his intention. This was him making it up to you. He would accept rejection if that is what you wanted. 

Here he was, the man who had hurt you and who you still held a flame for offering himself up to like a lamb to slaughter. 

You must’ve been taking a long time to answer because the Viscount began shifting on his feet. He looked around the room at the other couples who began to take to the dancefloor.

“I do not mean to rush you my lady, but the dance will be starting soon.”

“Anthony you must promise me.”

“Anything, name it and it’s yours.” 

“Promise me that you will never hurt me again, I don’t think my heart could take it.” You took his hand. And let your lips curve into a gentle smile.

He pulled your hand wrapped within his own close to his heart, and vowed, “I will do everything in my power to protect you for the rest of my days, even if the one I am protecting you from is myself.”

“I don’t need protection Anthony,” you looked deeply into his eyes, “I just need your love, honest and true.”

“Then you shall have it.” 

Anthony pulled you to the dancefloor and led you in far too many dances to be appropriate that night. And every night for the rest of the season. And neither of you cared about what the rest of the ton had to say. You had each other, finally, and neither of you was letting go anytime soon. 

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Hello!!!

Do you think you could do Elijah Mikaelson x TeenNiece!Reader where she’s so caught up in the responsibility of what’s going on, supernatural stuff or whatever and he wants his niece to relax and be a kid again and he finds out she’s still ticklish like when she was a kid?

A/n: I hope you like it!! The only small change I made was that he already knew she was ticklish so he's an experienced tickler 😏

Your Hope's older sister, which was great most of the time. But times like this were really stressful, the constant worry about keeping her and your family safe from the witches had you up deep in the night to find spells in your grandmother's grimoire.

Yeah that's right, you were half vampire half witch which came with enough difficulty and responsibility as it is.

So long story short, you were completely burned out.

But your family's enemies didn't sit still so neither would you.

It was the third time this week that light casted under your bedroom door deep in the night as the sun began to come up, your head bowed over the grimoire as you muttered to yourself what spells were useful.

"Y/N darling, why are you still up?" Elijah's voice came from the door since it was open.

"Trying to find the right spells"

"Love you need to take better care of yourself" Elijah said with a sigh as he walked in still in his suit.

He grabbed the grimoire and put it on your night stand, sitting on the edge of your bed looking at you.

"But you're still up too!" You exclaimed as you looked at him with bags under your eyes.

"Yes for one time, because Niklaus and I had to deal with some rogue witches" he said with a pointed look as you tried to grab the grimoire again.

"But I need to find something to help" you grumble as you fell backwards onto your bed.

"Don't think that i forgot your weakness Y/N" he said with a playful stern expression "Don't make me tickle you to surrender"

That made you hold for a second, you knew your uncle was very well aware of what your weak spots were having found them himself when you weren't listening. But then again...

"Bring it on old man" you said with a grin

You could use a break.

Elijah of course saw that too and sped over to your side as you tried to get up, pushing you down and sitting on your thighs.

"Old man? You need to learn to respect your elders young lady" he scolded as he pulled your arms over your head and immediately went for your tummy.

"Respect is earned, not givinHEHEHEH" you squealed mid sentence as he rapidly squeezed your side.

"When then I guess I'll have to earn it" he sighed as if he was sad but his smile gave him away.

Elijah let go of your wrists and attacked your tummy with pokes and squeezes, randomly switching to ghost tickling your ribs over your shirt which made it so much worse.

"ELIJAHAHHAHAHHAHA" you screamed through your laughter as you fought against his hands "GHAHAHHAHA".

"Yes that's my name" he said nonchalant as he leaned forward and blew a raspberry onto your tummy, letting his other hand slip under back and tickle your back ribs.

"MERCYHHEHEHEHHEH!!"

"I don't know... Your laugh is pretty adorable and you seem to enjoy it, since you haven't asked me to stop yet" he mused with a smirk.

This continued for a couple of minutes with your (fake) pleases for mercy before footsteps came up the stairs and Klaus appeared in the doorway.

"I think my daughter does need to breath eventually Elijah" your father chuckled as he saw your appearance, hair completely ruffled from all the squirming, red cheeks and a giant smile.

"I do believe your right" Elijah said with a laugh as he got off of you. Letting you breath before pulling the blankets over you and giving you a kiss on the forehead, your father giving you a kiss on the forehead as well.

"Now go to sleep or so help me god young lady, me AND Elijah will come back here and this time you won't have the same mercy" Klaus warned with a smirk.

"Aye aye Sir" you grinned before turning onto your side.

"Good, goodnight sweetheart" he said before he and Elijah stepped out of the room and closed the door.

And maybe, just maybe you'll dare it again...

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Nena V

Barcelona Femení x Child!Reader

Summary: You're sick

It started with a little cough.

Ingrid didn't really think anything of it. Sometimes, you just had a cough. It wasn't really a big thing which was why she was so happy to leave you in Mapi's company while she went to do some media things.

Only, the cough seemed to be getting worse.

It started out as a little tickle in the back of your throat at breakfast and then got more and more scratchy as time went on. Your head started to pound too and your arms felt all weird and heavy in a way that you had never really experienced before.

"Hey," Mapi said, shaking you lightly," Are you okay?"

You shook your head, eyes squeezing shut. "My throat don' like me, Mapi," You said, squeezing at your neck as if it would help.

You coughed again. Your eyebrows drew together after it took you a while to stop.

From just outside your field of vision, a hand moved until it was pressed against your forehead.

Your frown deepened as you darted your eyes to the side. The hand belonged to Irene. You looked at her.

She was frowning too. "Does it hurt to swallow, Nena?"

You nodded miserably.

"Say aah."

"Aah!"

Irene moved closer so she could look in your mouth, frown deepening for a moment before she drew away and nodded.

"You've got a case of tonsillitis there, Nena."

You don't know that word but you nodded because Irene is a mama and mamas know things like this.

"Tonsillitis?!" Mapi exclaimed, her voice going very squeaky," Shit! Is she going to die? Do we need to call an ambulance?!"

Irene rolled her eyes. "She just needs some medicine and for you to calm down. Once Ingrid's back, you can take her home. It's not that serious."

Mapi certainly looked like this was serious. "Does she need them removed?!"

Irene laughed. "Not right now. If it gets worse or keeps happening then yes, maybe, but what she needs now is medicine and some water. Calm down, Mapi."

Mapi took a deep breath before panic flashed on her face. "I don't have kid's medicine!"

"I do." Irene pulled a little bottle out of her bag and shook it. "I was meant to bring it home for Matteo but I'm sure he can share."

You dutifully took the medicine even though it tasted kind of yucky and drank the water Mapi put in front of you.

Breakfast was easy after that but there was separate training for the defenders so Mapi had to hand you off to someone else to watch.

Tia Alexia sat next to you when she took a break from her gym session.

You felt better than earlier but still a little bad.

Tia Alexia checked your temperature like how Irene did and you leaned into her cold hand. She laughed.

"Careful there, Nena," She said," Don't go falling asleep on me."

"'m not sleepin'," You slurred, forcing your eyes open and squinting at her.

"Sure you're not," Alexia said, pushing the hair out of your eyes," But I need those eyes of yours open. Can I check your throat?"

Everyone had been checking your throat now. Irene did it earlier. Mapi did it a lot before she trained. Even Marta and Caro had looked at it for some reason.

It was routine now so you opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue.

Alexia looked inside for a moment, nodding a few times before getting you to drink from your water bottle. She checked your throat again afterwards before she went back to her weights.

She kept looking back at you though, as if to check you hadn't disappeared or anything.

Honestly, you don't think that you have the strength to just up and disappear. You were content to be miserable on the floor with your scratchy throat until your next babysitter came to get you.

You missed Ingrid. You wish she finished her job so she could come and get you. Last year when you had the flu, Ingrid flew all the way back home to make sure you were okay. Mama didn't like that because she thought it was making you co-dependent or something but Ingrid and you didn't care.

Ingrid made the best soup and she had medicine that tasted nice, not like the one that Irene gave you earlier.

"What with the grumpy face, Nena?" Lucy asked as she joined you, poking at your cheek. "Why aren't you smiling?"

"Ingrid's not here," You whined," And I'm sick."

"You're sick? How come?"

"I just am!" As if the punctuate your point, you flew into a big coughing fit.

Lucy looked very worried, flapping her hands about like Mapi did earlier and looking around the room as if someone would save her.

Tia Alexia came back and wedged the straw of your bottle back into your mouth as soon as you finished coughing.

"When is Ingrid done?" She asked as you drank your water," Nena really needs to go home. Some cuddles and a nap would do her wonders."

"She should be done soon," Lucy said," I don't think she knows yet. I can go and check."

"No," Alexia said," I'll send Patri and Pina. You've still got a gym session to get through."

"I can wait with her until Ingrid comes," Lucy insisted, looking down pointedly at you as you began to scratch at your throat again," Do we need to give her more medicine? She looks uncomfortable."

Alexia looked at her watch. "We've still got another two hours before we can give her another dose."

You scratched harder at your throat and Lucy gently took your hand to bring it away. You whined a little, pulling out her grip. She was running warm. You didn't like that. You wish she were cold like Tia Alexia was.

Lucy was like a furnace as she sat next to you and you edged as far away as possible. You tugged at your shirt and kept having to shift around because your clothes were sticking uncomfortably to your skin.

Your throat was getting very scratchy again and you whined.

"Ooh," A new voice said," That doesn't sound very good."

You whined again and raised your arms.

Ingrid picked you up instantly, checking your forehead with the back of her hand and looking down your throat like everyone else had done.

"Irene says there's somethin' wrong with my tonsils," You replied.

Ingrid smiled, pushing your head into her neck. "That's okay," She said," How about we go home? I'll make you some soup and we'll have some cuddles."

"With Bagheera?"

"Yes, with Bagheera."

"Is your Mapi coming?"

"Mapi can come too."

"And I get soup?"

Ingrid laughed. "Yes, you get soup."

"Okay."

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Hiii 👋 i'm really obsessed with your writing 😳 so may i request a top!ellie x fem!reader smut where ellie wakes up in the middle of the night cause she has nightmares of losing the reader so she goes to the kitchen to get a drink and then cause the reader feels the bedside is empty the reader searches and finds ellie then they have a heartfelt conversation that turns into an emotional lovemaking session :,) all the angst, fluff, and smut combine 👍 we love that

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𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Ellie Williams x Fem!Reader

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing, smut, angst, tribbing, kissing and making out, mention of reader being dead ( in ellies dream ), talk of nightmares, very emotional love making, top/switch! ellie, bottom/switch!reader ( it lowkey varies but ellie does have more control ), idk this an emotional rollercoaster

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - i was feeling angsty after watch jjk and this just happened along with that. i love it, i love you ty for sending the request even tho it took me months!!

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There was something about you, that Ellie had never dared to bring up. A knack... per se.

She didn't wanna ruin it, or mess with the way you acted.

Whether consciously or subconsciously, you seemed to follow her.

The way you were never far behind at the bar or out and about in Jackson or seemingly always near her when she was moving around your shared home, you'd somehow have something you just needed to do right beside her.

In the kitchen? She could be eating while you were cleaning or rarely vice versa. Painting? You were beside her reading or playing with the cat you'd found on patrol that seemed to follow her all the same. Laying in bed? You were likely knocked out beside her or watching whatever movie she'd put on to keep herself busy.

Busy?

Busy... from thinking. Far too busy to listen to your ramblings sometimes, which you always seem to catch. Poking her cheek and knocking her from whatever bad dream that had caught her in the daylight.

She'd blink a few times while you chastised her for not listening, of course though, you knew why. You always seemed to know why. But she liked when you wouldn't mention it, it helped her forget easier.

But you couldn't always be awake when it happened, which is why she sat dead silent on the edge of the bed with her back to you.

Facing the door to the bedroom with dead cold eyes, not even the cat purring startled her from her still state. She always slept on the side closer to the door. Always.

There was something wrong with her, that's what she just kept thinking. You were so calm, so sweet, so... okay with what you'd gone through. Why couldn't she be the same? Not such a burden, like a child you'd care for, a needy mess you didn't sign up to clean.

It's all she could wonder while standing up from her spot on the mattress and creeping towards the door. Opening and leaving it ajar so as to not wake you with the click of the knob.

She chose her floorboards carefully, and each stair she stepped on, she picked a different spot. But nothing could keep you sleeping for much longer, eyes opening when you reached for an empty, yet warm, spot on the bed. A knack, she laughed, just a thing that came with love.

The cold water didn't soothe her, staring out the window at the empty field and the moon. Staring like it was staring right back, glass clutched in her grasp while her breathing stayed short and stuttered. A tickle in her throat, a choke here and there, a frown on her lips but no noise came out, no true sound passed her teeth.

Crying. She was crying.

Warm, salty tears dripping down her freckled flesh, skin cold and unwelcome. It was so different from yours, why did you like it so much?

When she'd love you, there was something about the way you touched her, caressed, if she willed. The way you so delicately danced your fingers across her shoulders while she tried her best to pleasure and please you.

But it'd been a long time since you'd made love, or even fucked for that matter. Unable to look you in the eyes for long, nor speak to you in extended sentences. You'd always give her a kiss, always.

Good morning, goodnight, goodbye.

Sometimes she'd hold your hand, but you had learned not to reach for it because sometimes it made her nervous.

For a while, she wouldn't change in front of you. Wouldn't turn her back because you'd see all the new scars, only letting you when you offered to bathe her. She cried though, when you did.

She loved you though, adored you, worshiped the ground you walked on because you were something incredible. A rare find amongst the normality and depravity.

A glistening pomegranate in a field of rotten tomatoes.

You were Persephone, and she? Only Hades.

"A bit early to be awake, hm?"

You sounded like a melody, even when exhausted. Your steps are so much lighter than hers could ever dream of, no wonder you snuck away in the mornings so easily to surprise her with breakfast when she'd had a bad night. But she never got to surprise you with breakfast, you were never up late crying into her arms or begging her not to leave.

Screaming at the air and clawing at yourself in your sleep.

"Couldn't go back to sleep." Her voice was cold, scratchy, like a broken record that couldn't speak correctly. "I guessed that..." You muttered, moving to stand by her side, looking out the window as well.

"There a unicorn out there or somethin'?" You asked softly, almost as if it was a genuine question, tilting your head before turning to look up at her. Eyes then flickering to the glass she was squeezing.

"No." You heard her, but didn't glance at her. Soft hands reaching up to take the cup away and set it beside the sink. She didn't put up a fight, she let you take it from her. Not like she needed it anyway.

"Hm... is there... anything special out there?" You stood in front of her, reaching up to her face this time, holding it though as if it was just as fragile as the glass you'd just held.

You wiped away the wet streaks, getting her to finally tilt her head to meet your eyes. She'd been afraid to look, scared each time of what she'd see but it was never anything bad.

Though, it was like looking under the bed for monsters before you could rest and sink away into a Candyland esc dream.

You would always be just a little bit afraid of what you'd see.

"No..." She was much more light in her tone this time, seeing you nod your head and feeling you wipe away her tears. "Then why're you staring?" You tucked some of her longer hairs behind her ears, smiling at her.

"I don't know, I just..." She sucked in a breath, shaky and half intentional, her deep frown and teary eyes returning. "I just wanted to... I don't..." "It's okay, Ellie."

You took your hands from her face and moved down to hold her hips. It felt secure to her, you knew that just by the way she shifted to lean towards you, into your body, sharing your warmth while closing her eyes.

"You wanna go sit outside? Get some air?" You questioned, holding the back of her neck while massaging away the anguish she held physically. The swing on the porch knew just how much she held as well.

"No.. not..." Her eyes opened again, a deep, guttural breath being taken in. "Not tonight?" You beat her to speaking, seeing her agree and feeling her set her hands on your forearms, gently pushing you away. "C'mon then..." You said.

You accepted that at this moment she didn't want to be touched, instead opting to begin the walk back upstairs and to your bedroom. Hearing her following behind until you reached your side of the bed, that's when she halted on the other side of the room.

"Ellie... the bed misses you." You sat on your side, patting hers.

"Why do you stay?" You could've missed the question, it almost flew over your head from how dead quiet it was. Her voice was the pin drop in the room besides the wind that made your cream colored curtains blow.

"Because I want to and I love you a lot, now c'mere m'cold."

Things stood still for a split pause, her feet soon carrying her over to sit beside you, but she could only stare at her hands.

Whether covered in blood, water or your secretion, she hated them.

What they've done, what they've touched.

"Where's your ring?" You raised your eyebrow, holding her hand up in the light. It was gone, but the tan line of where it had been was very much apparent, the woman almost never took it off.

"I took it off to wash my hands... I- I got dirt on them and- and..." You breathed, setting her hand back in her lap as she explained. "That's okay, we'll put it back where it belongs tomorrow, okay?" Ellie hummed, grabbing your hand to hold it before you could fully pull back.

"Unless you want a divorce, but lawyers are so expensive and I like cuddling with you." You pouted, always seeming so serious when you spoke silly nonsense, it nearly made her crack a smile.

"I'd let you have everything."

The end of the world was here. But yes, let's talk lawyers.

"I wouldn't let you give me all that." You then said, peeking up at her through your lashes. "Half and half. You get the porch swing though." She snorted, tilting her head down to press her forehead against yours.

"I do really like that porch swing."

You sat like that for a moment, feeling her warm breath tickling your lips. She'd forgotten and that was enough, the thought of your cold dead body that had haunted her awake slipped from her mind.

Because your forehead was hot and you'd then kissed her with a tepid mouth. It meant you were alive.

She didn't let up when you pulled back though, moving closer in a chase for affection. You allowed it as well, placing your hand on her cheek, feeling her still chilled skin. She wanted more- needed more.

But then, Ellie pulled back.

"I'm sorry.." She wiped her face, pushing her hair back in the process while you moved to keep your gaze on her. Taking them away to be able to see her. "Tell me what's wrong."

You were as cold as ice when she shut her eyes, but warm in reality, she tried focusing on the way your palms ran down her upper arms, soon pulling her into a hug.

"I'm right here." She muttered something in response, holding you back while staring at the wall. Taking in the scent of the new soap you'd gotten from a lady in Jackson to try out. It was like sitting in a flower field, and you were doubling as the sunshine too.

"See?" You asked, bringing her hands up and under your shirt to your chest, allowing her to feel your heartbeat. "Feel that?" Ellie hummed, taking a moment to actually feel the thump, thump, thump that she couldn't feel in her dream.

You were so soft, always, she wondered how you did it because compared to her rough, calloused fingers, you were something entirely different. She knew that, so it didn't surprise her when the feeling of your flesh never changed when her grasp moved down, yours just lightly holding the back of her hand.

Her thumb met your nipple and you watched the fabric move as she ran over the little nub. A little gasp escaping your lips when she did, it'd been a long time since it had, and almost immediately you felt the gut feeling that you'd pushed from your mind to give her space.

"Ellie..." You muttered, resting your forehead on hers while you both watched her move to your other breast, her other hand also making an appearance as it slipped beneath the garment as well, sliding upward.

Slow, drawn out, her mouth capturing you in a kiss to distract you from her touch. Little though, could take you away from her after being deprived of her love for so long, you loved her so much if she said jump, you'd ask how high.

And god those highs were to die for.

"I missed you..." You whispered, kissing her again and again, she hadn't wanted to talk and you got the hint. If you were hungry, she must've been starving.

Her hands went lower, leaving your breasts and she pulled away for just a mere second to slip off the shirt. Then her own came off and she tossed it aside with yours, bare from the waist up with skin on skin, just how she liked to lay.

God, she missed you too.

You were wearing pajama pants that were slightly too big on you, they'd drag on the bottoms of your feet if you didn't pull them up a bunch. She liked to chuckle when you'd get all frustrated with them, but they were your favorite pair.

She thought about this while pushing the waistband down to run her fingers along your hips. She was being light, not squeezing or grabbing, caressing instead.

"What do you wanna do?" You asked, pulling back to kiss her jaw sweetly, listening to her breathe in and out, shuddering from the contact. "I want you..." You let out a 'hmph' sound, pecking her neck before pulling back while holding her shoulders.

"Let me then..." You hummed, lightly guiding her to lay down then you kissed the spot between her eyebrows. Trailing down until you lifted yourself back up, staying straddled on her pelvis, teasing her by running your nails along her lower belly.

Tugging her sleep pants down while also taking her boxers with, you leaned to kiss her abdomen before continuing them along her legs. You then kissed her knee when she helped you remove them, sliding back up to lay against her with a lopsided smile and a want for more kisses.

And as your lips met hers again and again, you slid your own bottoms away and aligned yourself with your wife. Such a knack you had for fitting together, like two puzzle pieces because you knew what she needed and wanted. But Ellie knew the exact same... with you.

You both let out a noise and a gasp when your cunts touched and your clits grazed. Staring into each other's eyes while you began humping against her, looking down only to slip a hand around the back of her leg pushing it up and over before it caught itself on your thigh.

But she wasn't gonna let you do it all, not when she'd pulled away so hard it could've given you whiplash. She'd finally tightened her grip, moving you in a way that you had no control, letting her take you though you were on top.

"God I love you." You said, pitchy and breathless while turning back to look at her, feeling her nails digging into your shoulders and her arms moving to pull you as close as she could while you moved back and forth with her guidance. Allowing her legs to suck you in.

You dripped against her, you and her mixing while you moved slowly back and forth. You wanted to feel every inch of her while your little buds showed each other as much affection as you planned to give her tonight.

"I hate when you doubt that." That was your final murmur when you took her face and brought it to yours, tasting the faint toothpaste and enjoying how she became more confident in her want.

"I know." She mumbled, letting out a low moan when you began moving just the slightest faster, dragging your mouth along her jaw and neck leaving your mark while inching you both towards your release.

You wanted it so badly, but you didn't want to give up the moment just yet. No, because you didn't know when you'd get another and for a mere second that felt like decades you pulled away.

She kept you moving, keeping her hold on you while humping into your body again and again, your hips didn't falter. But you did, and she noticed, watching you curiously with a hint of desperation for you to return.

She was so pretty, why couldn't she see what you saw?

"I love you."

A whisper as you both were rocked over the edge, coming against her with a cry while she tried to muffle her noises. You wouldn't let her though, grinding against her clit with your own, bucking your hips and making her whine and then make a noise that was a soft yell.

You just kept going though, going until you fell against her completely, tucking your face away in her neck. You could've laid there forever and a day, never moving or twitching. Like heaven and you were its top angel.

"I love you too." She whispered, almost unsure of herself, not of the words though. "I know." You smiled, sitting up and grabbing her hands to hold. "I always know, baby."

You had a knack for that.

[dirty-jammies]

Late Night Desires PART 2! ✨💗🌙

Astarion x Fem!Chubby!Reader x Halsin

(Reader is AFAB and is referred to with she/her pronouns and terms like "good girl". )

AN: Thank you all SO much for all the wonderful comments and likes on part 1! And a super-duper big thank you to everyone that voted in the poll! 😁 Don't worry, I intend on writing more for these dudes, so if your favourite poll option didn't win, look lout for it in a future fic! I hope part 2 is to your likings! This is super-horny, super-filthy, and super-delicious... Just like our favourite bloodsucking twink and bear daddy~ Enjoy!

Lying back on the soft grass, you bit your lip as you watched the two men above you appreciate each other's bodies with their hands, lips locked in a passionate kiss. Astarion’s soft, pale hands exploring the swells of Halsin’s muscles, and Halsin's huge hands sliding down the slender curve of Astarion's waist. 

You were still feeling the gentle waves of residual pleasure wash over you from your previous orgasm, sweat cooling on your skin in the midnight air, but you could feel yourself getting excited again watching the two men. You dropped a hand between your thick thighs and whimpered as you brushed your oversensitive pussy, soft and wet and relaxed from Halsin's expert fingering. Your noise alerted the two elves and they parted from their kiss, looking down at you.

“Poor little thing,” Astarion cooed with sarcastic pity, “needing more already, are you?”

You trailed your gaze down Halsin’s body, over his broad chest, down his stomach that was mouthwatering layers of muscle and fat, down the hair-dusted treasure trail where it disappeared into his leather leggings which looked to be on the verge of bursting at the seams thanks to the very obvious erection the druid was sporting.

“I am, but I’m not the only one,” you said with a smile and extended your leg, using it to brush over Halsin’s covered cock. The druid let out a quiet groan at the treatment and you made your desire known, “I… I want to take both of you, with my mouth, and with my…”

“A wonderful idea,” Halsin praised and leaned over you, dragging the pad of his thumb over your soft lips, “I'd love a chance to feel your sweet mouth, little one.”

With his considerable strength, Halsin helped you flip over onto your stomach, letting out a pleased rumble at the view, “What a treat… So supple and round,” he remarked, moving to your front, “like a decadent dessert for us.”

“Isn’t she the sweetest?” Astarion purred and took a handful of your thick ass, fingernails sinking into your soft skin and making you whimper at the light, pleasurable pain, “Mm… she’s still leaking back here.” You whimpered as Astarion’s hand came down to cup your pussy. You gasped harshly as he laid a firm smack over it, making blood rush to your face in embarrassment at the feeling and the lewd, wet noise it made alongside Astarion’s accompanying laughter.

Halsin took your face in his hand and made you look up at him. He smiled at your docile, doe-eyed expression, “Are you ready?” You nodded and you could see his eyes darken with lust, “Do you think you can be a good girl and take all of me?” Again, you nodded, more eagerly this time, the praise tickling your brain and making you squish your thighs together. You licked your lips and smiled up at Halsin.

“Such a needy thing, isn’t she?” Astarion teased, and you could hear him stroking himself again, getting himself hard again, “I’m glad you decided to join us, Halsin, perhaps together, we’ll finally be able to satisfy her.”

You rolled your eyes playfully and looked over your shoulder at your vampiric lover, “Oh, right, I’m the insatiable one…” you teased right back and Halsin laughed heartily.

“I have a good feeling we’ll all end the night satisfied, little one, now please look back this way,” he gently guided your face back towards him, and your eyes widened as you saw he had lowered his leggings, letting his manhood free from its leather confines at last, “Do you like what you see?”

You moaned at the sight and could hear Astarion groan from behind you as well. It was at least nine inches of thick, hard cock, with a soft bush of hair at the base and two heavy-looking balls that seemed to be sloshing with potent seed. You felt your mouth water and you swallowed the drool accumulating in your mouth before you boldly leaned forward and kissed it, feeling the thick vein along the bottom throb at the affection. Halsin’s hand cradled your cheek as though you were made of glass, “I will try to be gentle, but you are making it quite difficult to hold back…” he warned and lined his cock up with your pretty, pouty lips.

You could feel your arousal growing once more as you slowly took Halsin’s length into your mouth. You felt the bulbous head slide past your tongue, his foreskin sliding past your lips. You moaned around his length at the musky, masculine smell coming from his loins, and you felt a dribble of your slick slide down your inner thighs.

“Very good, darling,” Astarion praised softly and you moaned around Halsin’s cock as you felt Astarion line up his own sizable cock with your drooling pussy, “now get ready,” he quickly slammed home, his narrow hips colliding with your cushy ass with a loud smack, and you cried out around Halsin’s thick length. You heard Astarion shudder out a moan behind you, “So fucking hot and wet, you’re simply divine, darling…”

You felt your mind grow fuzzy, thoughts turning into pleads for ‘more, harder, faster!’ Halsin’s slow, careful drag of his cock over your tongue to bump against the back of your throat contrasted Astarion’s greedy, fast slams into your cunt, your body jiggling with the movement.

“Such a perfect girl,” Halsin sighed as you worked your tongue along his frenulum, “taking the both of us so well~”

Astarion’s hands sank into the plush fat of your waist, holding you steady as his hips drilled into you, “Nnh, yes, such a perfect little pet, with such a delicious body… tell us who this body belongs to, darling~” he purred.

Halsin withdrew his cock long enough for you to gasp in a breath and cry out “You! It belongs to you! Astarionnnh~Hah-Halsin!!” Your eyes rolled back as Halsin stuffed your mouth once more, this time sliding all the way into your throat, his huge hands holding your jaw as you did your best not to gag on the huge cock. You could taste his salty precum smearing on your tongue. Delicious.

“You’re so good… so good,” Halsin growled, giving himself over to his pleasure, “Gods, I’m close…”

You moaned around him, eager to get a taste of his cum, when Astarion thrust inside you as deep as he could go, grinding, /grinding/ against your sweet spot and making you whine around the length stuffing your throat. Astarion landed a hard smack on your ass and you whimpered, hearing him grunt.

“Do you want to switch? You did want to breed her, after all.” he teased breathily.

Halsin nodded tightly and you felt your jaw go slack as he withdrew his cock. You saw it, dripping with your saliva and his delicious precum, twitching hard. You whined as Astarion pulled out of you slowly and you felt his hand pet your back soothingly, “Don’t worry, love, you won’t be empty for long~”

The two men switched positions, you smiled seeing how creamy Astarion’s cock had become as he fucked you. Slick evidence of your arousal was glistening on his cock, making it shine in the moonlight. Astarion’s hand wove into your hair and you leaned forward, licking his cock from base to tip.

“Dirty girl,” he rasped with a grin, “tasting yourself on my cock?”

You hummed an affirmative, looking up into his beautiful red eyes as you continued cleaning him. You felt Halsin’s hands spread you open and your breathing hitched, feeling the druid’s cock prod the back of your thighs.

“She’s so wet,” he remarked, “are you ready for me?”

Astarion let you go long enough for you to look back at Halsin. You could see him stroking his cock, staring at your twitching pussy with an almost intoxicated look. 

“Yes, Halsin!” You panted, shaking your hips and making your ass jiggle for him, “I want you to fuck me, too!”

Astarion moaned and urged you on, “And then what, pet?”

You whimpered needily, wanting Halsin’s cock to stuff you full, “Y-your cum… I want you to cum inside me, Halsin, please!”

“Very good, darling,” Astarion praised and the both of you watched as Halsin’s face gained a look of absolute rapture as he sunk into you. You choked on a loud moan as you felt his massive manhood slip into your wet pussy, dragging along your juicy, twitching walls. You felt a droplet of drool leak out of your mouth.

“Silvanus preserve me,” Halsin groaned, long and loud, “you feel so good, so tight…” he hissed, stilling when he was only half-way in.

Astarion turned you back to face him, and he traced his thumb over your mouth, collecting the drop of drool you let slip on the pad of his thumb before he pushed it back in your mouth. He sneered down at you, but you could see the love in those crimson eyes, “/Messy/ girl, you’re already falling to pieces, aren’t you?” He pressed his leaking cockhead back to your lips, “Suck.”

With bleary eyes, you obeyed, moaning around Astarion’s cock as Halsin continued to press into you. You whined as the druid finally bottomed out; you felt his heavy balls pressing tightly to your oversensitive little clit, you felt his huge hands bracing himself on your squishy waist, but most distracting and pleasurable of all, you felt his flaring cockhead kiss your cervix, his girth pressing tightly against your walls! You flexed around him, begging Halsin to fuck you stupid while your mouth was occupied.

Soon you were rocked back and forth, the men settling on a pattern that rocked you back on the druid’s massive cock, then forwards so Astarion could fuck your throat. They made sure neither your mouth or pussy was empty at a time. You clutched the grass beneath you like a lifeline, you felt like you were losing your higher brain functions. Nothing else mattered in this beautiful moment other than the pleasure you felt, and the pleasure your lovers were taking from you, greedily fucking your sweet little holes like their lives depended on it.

You heard Halsin let out a deep groan and his hands migrated from your waist to your hanging belly, holding you tight, his own warm belly and chest pressing into your back as he took you in a more bestial position. The thought of Halsin losing control as he pounded you, losing his own grip on propriety and fucking you like a wild animal, made you scream around Astarion’s length and the vampire withdrew from you briefly and cupped your jaw as you whined long and loud, announcing your second orgasm of the night. Halsin fucked you through it, rasping and grunting filthy praise all the while.

“Perfect girl, cum on my cock, such a good girl. Surely you can do it again for me, yes?”

You nodded helplessly as you convulsed around his pistoning cock, drool freely dripping from your parted lips, “Uh huh!” you could only whine in reply.

With a long index finger and thumb, Astarion squished your chubby cheeks together, making you pout. You heard him click his tongue down at you, “What a greedy girl we have~ Already cumming again?” he used his other hand to guide his cock to your mouth, lightly slapping your cushiony lips with his angry red cockhead, “help me cum and we’ll see to that third orgasm you need.”

Haslin let out a breathy laugh from behind you, groping your soft ass as he slowed his pace, letting you recover a bit, “Third, fourth… however many she wishes!”

“You’re already spoiling her!” Astarion whined, but you could hear his smile, even when you closed your eyes to obediently take his cock back onto your tongue, “Though she does beg to be spoiled, doesn’t she? To be pampered and fucked full all day long. Thaaat’s a good pet~” he cooed to you as his fingers wound into your soft tresses.

With a nod from you, the two men resumed their steady pace. Astarion in, Halsin out. Halsin in, Astrarion out… The noises you three were making filled the air around you; your sweet, muffled whines mixed with Astarion’s low voice spitting vile taunts mixed with sincere, divine praise, and Halsin’s rough, almost animalistic growls and grunts as he became more and more desperate. The symphony of your voices was accompanied by the filthy, wet noises of Astarion fucking your sloppy mouth, and Halsin drilling your gushing, oversensitive pussy. You felt your breasts and stomach swinging under you with every movement, felt Halsin’s broad hips slapping your cushy ass with every deep thrust he gave, dragging his heavy cock along your sweet spot before it squeezed against your cervix. You felt his heavy balls kiss your hard little clit before he dropped a hand under you to circle it, making your eyes roll back. You wondered if you would cum again before the men did?

You didn’t have long to ponder that before you heard Astarion hiss out a strained warning, “Fuck, darling, I’m going to cum,” he pulled your hair back hard and you whined in pleasurable pain. You looked up blearily into Astarion’s gorgeous red eyes that were burning with intense lust, “I’m going to shoot straight down your throat, you will swallow every last drop,” he ordered, withdrawing for a moment so you could breathe, “then you’ll thank me for the meal. Understand?” he grinned sharply as you nodded, his smile nearing on crazed, and he licked his lips before plunging down your throat. 

Your eyes rolled back in your head, Halsin continuing to pound you while you felt Astarion release pump after pump of hot, bitter cum right down your throat. The vein on the underside of his manhood throbbed against your tongue. The vampire’s head rolled back and he let out a long, beautiful moan as he fed you. Halsin slowed down his pace for a moment, letting you swallow the thick fluid as AStarion withdrew his spent cock.

Good, obedient girl that you were, you smiled up at him hazily and licked your lips, “Thank you for the meal, Astarion~” you panted, showing him your empty mouth.

“Perfect pet,” Astarion praised and caressed your beautiful, soft face, catching his breath, “Now, let dear Halsin finish you off!” he nodded back at Halsin and you cried as the druid started up at a punishing pace.

You writhed beneath him, sweat dripping onto the grass under you as your toes curled in the night air. Both you and Halsin were beyond the point of words, just crying and moaning and grunting and screaming as pleasure overtook you. Halsin took greedy handfuls of your plush fat, using it as an anchor to pull you back on his cock, drilling deeper and deeper, hitting spots inside you never touched before. It was all too much! Too much! The feeling of that massive cock fucking you with intent to breed, Halsin’s strong arms holding you in place while Astarion’s hands now held you as if you were a delicate, priceless gem, the taste of Astarion’s cum at the back of your throat. You couldn’t hold back your voice, whiny and far-gone.

“Gonna cum gonna cum gonna cum- Halsin! HALSIIIN!” You screamed into the night as your body bent, thrashing as orgasm overtook you. Your vision went white as Halsin growled behind you.

“Gods, yes! Cum on this cock!” He railed you through it, body on top of yours, nearly pressing you into the dirt as you squirted around his cock, “take my seed, take all of my- oh fuck-!”

You felt yourself spasm in your lovers’ hold, cumming again, gentler, as you felt Halsin empty a torrent of hot, sticky cum into your womb. Halsin gasped for breath as he gave a few final thrusts, as if ensuring every drop of his seed was safely planted in you. He slowly pulled out and you whined at the sudden loss, and you held a hand over your well-used pussy to make sure nothing leaked out. 

Halsin laid back on the grass, and Astarion guided your boneless body to lay next to him. You immediately curled around Halsin, one of his strong arms wrapping protectively around your shoulders. Astarion joined his other side, also being pulled to cuddle on top of the druid.

You sighed blissfully. Your sweat had cooled in the night air, but you were warmed by the men near you, and you could tell the feeling was more than mutual. The moon and stars shone above you, providing light so you could see your lovers’ satisfied smiles. 

Astarion fluffed his hair, which had gotten more than a bit tousled during your fun, “Well, Halsin, I sincerely hope you enjoyed yourself as much as we did,” he propped his chin up on one of Halsin’s pecs and gave him a coy smile, “I would very much like to do this again~”

Haslin let out a quiet laugh and his chest rumbled with it, “If the both of you would be willing to have me again, I would love that.”

You nuzzled into Halsin’s neck and pressed a warm kiss to his sticky, sweat-lined skin, “Mmh~ I’d love that. There’s so much I’d love to try with you two.”

Astarion grinned and reached over, tasking your hand in his own, “Really, darling~? Do tell us, then. What could possibly be on your mind?” Halsin and Astarion looked down at you, curious with a faint spark of renewed lust.

You shook your head, “I’ll tell you next time,” you let out a yawn as fatigue creeped up on you, “but… don’t let me stop you two from fooling around if you’re not spent yet.” you added with a playful smile.

Halsin pinched your cheek and you giggled, “Naughty little thing,” he teased, but he cast a glance at Astarion, “Though… if you wanted, Astarion…?” he left the question hang.

Astarion huffed and hid his blushing face on the other side of Halsin’s neck, “And you call me insatiable!? I need my beauty rest!”

Halsin laughed and pulled you and Astarion closer, “Well then, beauties, why don’t we rest? We can regroup with the others in the morning.”

You and Astarion agreed, and snuggled up to the cuddly druid until the sun eventually bathed your bodies in it’s warm embrace. Though you had to admit, now you would prefer the embrace of your vampire and your druid any day.

~💞~

AN2: Oh!! Taglist! I'm gonna tag everyone who liked to the taglist post I made PLUS everyone who commented about part two on the first part lmao~

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[purplekissinger]

Ten points to Hufflepuff

ah yes comedy. Muggleborn Hufflepuff reader. Please do not take this seriously because i sure don't

“Now it’s all done, Becky. And always after this, you know, you ain’t ever to love anybody but me, and you ain’t ever to marry anybody but me, ever never and forever. Will you?”

"Ten points from Gryffindor," Tom said lazily, waving his wand to put the scattered books into a neat little pile. Y/N  picked it up, smiled gratefully and hurried away, leaving Prewett on the floor with a rapidly growing bump on his forehead. "No running on the fifth floor”.

“Well, she just threw herself at my feet,” Prewett tried to justify. The pathetic fool had no idea that Y/N was allowed to throw herself at the feet of only one person. Y/N herself did not know that either (for now, of course). "Don't you want to, I don’t know, take points from Hufflepuff too? What do the rules say about being blind?.." and, before he could even finish this foolish, foolish sentence, he gasped and grabbed his head.

"Shall I escort you to the hospital wing or send you there?" Tom asked very politely.

*

"Fifteen points from Ravenclaw," he said sternly, pushing Fawley out of the restricted section of the library. Y/N  looked at them, confused. Glancing over his shoulder, Tom assured her, "L/N, Professor Merrythought warned me you had a pass. Good luck with your research".

"What are you up to, Riddle?" Fawley asked in an annoyed whisper as they left the library. "A pretty lady struggling with her essay, helping her is basically winning her heart..."

"What's the essay about, by the way?" Tom asked innocently. "Horcruxes, probably?"

"What in the world is that?.."

"And, alas, five more points from Ravenclaw. Woeful ignorance, I must say".

*

"Now what? Are you going to take points from your own House?" Malfoy huffed. They both stood on the landing, looking down. It was midnight. "The pattern is pretty clear, don’t you think? Leave her be, Riddle, for Merlin's sake. It's a pity to watch a Slytherin chase a badger."

"An interesting combination, indeed" Tom said thoughtfully. "As a fellow Slytherin, I can assure you, not a single point will be taken and no witnesses will be left. Now, could  you please stand a little to the left..."

*

"Tom, I have a bad feeling about this," you said timidly. "Think what you will, but all these cases... All of them have something to do with me. Terry Prewett says that he has had a lump for a month now. Malfoy fell down the stairs after he called me... well, that word, and does not remember anything."

"Bizzare," Tom replied.

"Wait, let me finish... This didn't add up until Fawley asked me out and fell off his broom later that evening. Maybe..." You looked around as if looking for someone, then turned to Tom, "No, that's just too stupid, I think I’ll tell that in your ear..."

And so you did. 

Tom was not thinking about your words, lost in the feeling of your breath tickling his cheek, the smell of your hair. He will do anything in his power to have more such moments in the future.

You pulled back and looked at him with a strange mix of emotions on your face. Fear? Hope? Reproach?

"Ten points to Hufflepuff! You're a smart one, Miss L/N," Tom chuckled. "What will you do with that knowledge?"

[wolfclan-gen]

WOLFCLAN: MOON 16.5

"What's that weird thing around his neck?" "He smells funny." "Why's he always asleep? Doesn't he want to explore the camp?"

Rapidwind sighed. His kits were at the age where they had endless questions about everything around them, and asked faster than he could answer. "He came from far away. He smells funny and wears that thing around his neck because he didn't live with a clan, he lived with big animals called 'Twolegs'. Try not to bother him, he's hurt and he's been through a lot. He needs rest. And, um, don't tell him he smells funny. That's rude."

Robinkit, crawling up Rapidwind's back, managed to tumble over his father's head and fall into his paws. Rapidwind avoided the impulse to itch his face where the kit's tail tickled it - Indigoleaf would be furious if he accidentally wiped the poultice off his snout. Again. "But, but, why is he here now?" Robinkit mewed, before Finchkit interrupted by pouncing on his brother.

"Because… Twolegs don't like cats." Rapidwind answered. But was that true? His old clanmate, Terracotta, had claimed most Twolegs were kind. But she had been hurt and thrown out by them too, hadn't she? "So stay away from them. Just like you'd stay away from wolves, or coyotes, or eagles."

"And foxes and snakes and owls!" Oriolekit added. "Is that where we come from?"

Rapidwind stared at the kit for a moment, caught off-guard. "What do you mean, where you come from?"

"Badgerstripe said you brought us to camp." Oriolekit continued, and now her brothers were also looking up at Rapidwind. "Did you get us from Twolegs, like Shimmerstar brought Dusty back to camp?"

Rapidwind knew they'd ask about their origin eventually, but he hadn't settled on how much he would share. "No, you didn't come from Twolegs." He eventually answered. "You're clan-born, because I'm your dad."

"Badgerstripe said most cats have two parents." Oriolekit's gaze was more prying than Rapidwind thought was possible for a kit.

Badgerstripe needs to mind his own business. "That's true." He admitted. He couldn't lie to them. "You're my kits. And you also have a mother." Robinkit opened his mouth, about to speak, but Rapidwind laid his tail over the kit's muzzle. "Hush, just listen. She lived far away, with other cats. She didn't think it was safe to raise kits there, but she couldn't leave, because she was loyal to them too. So we decided you would grow up here, because WolfClan will care for any cat that needs help. Little kits like you, and old kittypets like Dusty."

Rapidwind realized his kits were all looking up at him, wide-eyed. "Does that answer your question?"

Finchkit nodded. "So, does everyone else know our mother?"

"No, I don't think so." Rapidwind glanced around the cave, but it was empty besides him, his kits, and the sleeping Dusty. "A long time ago, back when I was as little as you and the clan lived somewhere else, cats weren't supposed to have families outside their clan. Now that we live in the mountains things are different, but... I thought it was best if I didn't tell everyone. All that matters is that you're here, with me."

Rapidwind assumed that he and Shimmerstar were the only ones to actually remember living with the old codes and traditions. Indigoleaf, Badgerstripe, and Polecatspot had been too young at the time. When they fled to the mountains, it had felt like those restrictions were left behind, and all that mattered was that they would take care of each other. Shimmerstar hadn't punished Rapidwind when he brought his half-clan kits to camp, and treated the kits with the same kindness that they had shown Rapidwind when he was little, but it was obvious that the leader was actively avoiding the subject of WolfClan's deputy breaking the old clan's rules.

"Well, I like being here." Robinkit announced, his squeaky mew as serious as he could make it. Rapidwind didn't miss how he was starting to get fidgety.

"I like it more!" Oriolekit mewed back, and swiped a paw at Robinkit. Robinkit swiped back, and the two started wrestling.

Finchkit bonked his head against Rapidwind's flank, purring. "I like that we get to be with you."

Rapidwind curled his tail around Finchkit, both of them watching the others play-fight. "I like that you get to be with me, too."

[cuppasunu]

» DEOBI DAY SPECIAL REQUEST DELIVERY »

to: anon

req: eric x female reader | lilac by dept (ft. ejean)

summary: *finally* making it official with the one you're destined to be with <3

genre: soulmate au | fluff!!!

warnings: none

wc: 780 words

an: as per anon's request (and for everyone who absolutely enjoyed BY FATE) this is a bonus chapter! aka what happened shortly after y/n and eric confessed their love for each other (middle of the last chapter just before y/n and juyeon's conversation) see more at the end of the chapter for an extended author's note !

stars: @carrotsworld @winterchimez @honeybeehorizon @sknyuz @bbangbies @from-izzy @jaehunnyy | taglist

masterlist | @deoboyznet

“yes, ma’am. that was part of the performance," you say without hesitation.

eric stood there, amazed, unable to hide the astonished look on his face. you lied so well that he almost believed it was true.

half an hour ago, you ran away after completing your performance with eric in front of the whole class. now, you're in your professor’s office to explain, or at least attempt to give a half-decent reason for what happened.

“eric, you looked surprised earlier. was that intentional?” professor castro asked smiling, scrutinizing every shift in your reactions. 

but what you didn't know was that regardless of your honesty, professor castro would have taken whatever lame excuse you throw her way. 

she had the whole semester to observe your budding romance, realizing you were more involved in each other’s lives than strangers paired up for this project.

it was painfully obvious in the way your body always gravitate towards eric. 

how you were always early for class but continue looking at the door, waiting until he arrives. or how you laughed at his stupid jokes and be entranced in a whole different world as if the rest of the class didn't exist. 

frankly, eric wasn't any better. 

his eyes never left you. he probably couldn't even if he tried. anyone with common sense can guess you were the only target audience for his jokes. it's a relief you always laughed at them. 

"actually, you don't answer that," professor castro had to keep her composure when she noticed eric's shaking eyes. 

you looked at eric and shared a knowing smile. 

oh, young love—she muttered quietly, reminiscing her own memories in the past. in no time, the professor dismissed you from her office with no further questions. 

walking out the door, eric matches your steps and follows you out the building. eyeing your swinging arm, he hesitates to just go for it. to hold or not to hold. to hold or not-

"it's not like you asked to kiss me before you actually went for it," you say, playfully.

"does this soulmate thing come with telepathy or-"

"eric, your hand is tickling me and you've been staring at it for the past two minutes," you rolled your eyes. 

without wasting another second, you took the leap and grabbed his hand, "who knew mr. playboy could be so shy?"

eric was speechless. not for the lack of trying, but out of pure delight. the adrenaline from confessing everything to you slowly waned. 

meeting you has changed eric in ways he couldn't imagine, and that includes being reduced to a nervous mess in front of someone he genuinely likes. 

someone like his girlfriend?

"-wait, this means you're saying yes to us being in a relationship right?" eric starts panicking. 

eric replayed the moments after you ran out the classroom. there may have been mentions of you deserving so much better and loving you until the end in the midst of that chaotic whirldwind, but he never officially asked you out. 

“oh.”

you stopped walking. your cheeks were flushed, somehow blushing in this sunny spring weather. 

in your head, you were beyond excited at the thought of making your relationship official, but your one-word reaction didn’t help ease eric’s worries—still mistaken thinking you’re on the fence.

“y/n…” eric called you, almost as if he was whining, “i made up my mind and want to prioritize communicating with you- do you know how many times younghoon hyung drilled that in my head last night- i really want this to work out so-”

holding his hand tightly on one hand, you cupped his cheek with the other and kissed his pouting lips. 

eric raised his eyebrow when he looked at you, grinning from the sweet surprise. he blinked his eyes so rapidly, making you laugh. you showered him with a couple more quick pecks all over his face while trying to hold him still, he was squirming from your ticklish touch. 

“stop worrying and get the hint, loverboy,” you tapped his nose.

“well, that’s good- i was gonna ask you out every day until you said yes.”

“no way-”

eric brushed your hair away from your eyes and planted a soft kiss on your forehead, “i can still do that if you’d like.”

“that doesn’t sound too bad,” you chuckled.

you two continued walking hand in hand. fully accepting that you’ll be subject to your boyfriend’s antics from here on out, you glance at him every once in a while just to check if you’re dreaming or not.

you’re brought back to reality when you feel him squeeze your hand in return.

“you’re mine?” 

he asked for the fifth time.

“i’m yours.”

...

an: extremely important detail found in chapter seven! y/n only says "i'm yours" towards eric. when juyeon asked y/n when they we're still seeing each other, y/n only tells him "you're mine" instead of fully giving herself. a significant difference between what she was willing to accept subconsciously :)

this scene was previously cut from the original because i wasn't sure with the flow... but i'm so happy i was able to add these back into the narrative. thank you so much anon and again, thanks to everyone who enjoyed by fate <3

[scurvgirl]

Kissing Crows

I think Rook and Lucanis should kiss more. Minor spoilers for Lucanis's arc. (Rating: T) Rook is not specified other than using she/her pronouns.

There should have been a kiss after A Murder of Crows. I fix.

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Rook could have sworn there was inuendo laced within Lucanis's words when he insisted they depart from Villa Dellamorte. "I have plans." Her entire body, aching from fighting Venatori, tingled at the thought. A girl could get by on heated glances, near touches, and a near kiss only so much after all.

When the team arrived back at the Lighthouse, Lucanis insisted on changing into his off-duty attire (she refused to call a waistcoat more comfortable - comfortable was worn leather, soft fabrics, not buttons and ties). She got that - blood got stinky if not tended to quickly enough and she could only guess how hot his leathers got with all the buckles and straps and dramatic swoops.

She figured he'd find her afterwards. He did not.

So, Rook left her quiet meditation room and headed for the larder. She found him in his natural habitat - in the kitchen, brooding over a cup of coffee.

Truly.

She poked at him. He smiled, then made a vague reference to how she was important to him. Nothing outright, of course, that would be too much.

Her heart sank as he seemed content to return to sipping his coffee. Well. That was that. First Talon and he just wanted...coffee.

She turned from him, about to walk away when...no. No. This was absurd! He either wanted to be with her or he didn't and she was over these suggestions of more. She didn't want a suggestion, she needed a confirmation.

Rook turned back to him and maybe a bit of her irritation showed on her face because Lucanis raised a brow,

"Rook?"

"We have been through some tough shit together, Lucanis. I've helped you and now I need your help."

He leaned forward, immediately concerned, "What do you need of me?"

"I need you to tell me why two people who are clearly attracted to each other, who respect each other, who want to be with each other...aren't with each other. Because I've made my desire known and for a moment, in the larder, I thought you did too but..." Alright, she was running out of steam and it didn't help that his face had morphed from shock to embarrassed pain.

"I did. Do. It is complicated."

"Explain."

"Spite...it is one thing to be with me, but Spite..."

"You're worried about me fucking the demon in you?"

He coughed, blushed, recoiled in the least graceful move she had ever seen from him. It only endeared her more to him.

Before he could recover enough to respond, she was stepping forward, "I have seen you, all of you, and Spite. I have walked in your mind, felt your heart, fought beside Spite, helped Spite. He does not worry me."

"How? If I lost control while we...I cannot let that happen."

"Then we set the expectation with Spite. It's not like he can't be reasoned with. Watch."

"You cannot seriously -

"Hey, Spite. Spite!"

"Smells like beans and desire!"

"You bet it does. I want to make a deal."

"A deal?"

"Yeah. When Lucanis and I are intimate together, you let him run things in the body, full stop - no manifesting."

Spite's face twisted into disgust, "Why would I do that? I don't. Taste flesh."

"So you agree you won't manifest if I kiss Lucanis?"

"No! Too much!"

"Great. Lucanis!"

Spite receded as a very perturbed Lucanis pushed through - purple fading from warm brown.

"Rook."

"Lucanis." She was on him in a second - knees suddenly beside his thighs, hands gently cupping his face as she leaned down. He didn't turn away.

He smelled like coffee and he was so warm. His beard and mustache tickled but she didn't mind. Instead, she moved her lips over his, feeling his warmth and taking in every moment.

In the end, it was Lucanis who opened his mouth first. The kiss deepened with mutual sighs of long awaited pleasure. Her body relaxed more firmly against his while his hands ran up her back. She tasted his coffee, his heat, the slight tingle of electricity of his possession, but most importantly - she tasted him.

They broke the kiss to breathe only to find themselves liplocked into another kiss - this time with Lucanis guiding her so that her head rested with the cradle of his elbow while he plundered her mouth his his. His fingertips grazed up her jawline. Her hands sank into his long hair. And they kissed and kissed and kissed until their lips were reddened and their eyes hooded with amorous affection.

She smiled softly, trailing a finger down his jaw, "Congrats on becoming First Talon."

Laughter, pure and simple escaped him. "You are a wonder, Rook. Thank you." He kissed her again.

[thedemonrincelovesgege]

✨//They live with each other//✨

Hualian. tgcf

@samairuart -the author of the art

The doors of the modestly decorated throne room slowly swung open in front of a young man in red robes. Confident and unhurried footsteps echoed in the great hall. The clink of the chains on his boots shimmered and somehow vaguely resembled the clink of crystal. Her raven-black hair was long and spilled over her shoulders, and her small bangs slightly covered her eye patch. His facial features were refined and slightly pointed, giving the demon an extraordinary beauty.

The footsteps subsided, and with them the chime of chains on boots. Mayor Hua was scary in battle, but the horror did not come during the battle or even before, fear rose to the throat as soon as you saw his face and gaze, which were so beautiful, mysterious and confident in all their actions that it made you uneasy. There was only one person who liked his look, not even a man, but the God of War.

– Gege, how are you feeling?-

–San Lan!

A young man in white robes walked briskly towards Hua Chen.

–What happened?

The voice was worried, even though the prince was trying his best not to show it.

– Nothing to worry about, I just had to visit someone. I didn't think I could stay so long, I'm sorry.

His single eye squinted slightly, and a satisfied smile spread across his face. He watches, studies, notices, all this was read in his gaze, but not a drop of remorse. That's a kid. Suddenly, one of the silver butterflies landed on Xie Lian's neat nose, and then another on his forehead, another on the top of his head, ear, and the edge of his lower lip, all of them began to gently tickle his face, which caused the serious pug to immediately dissolve, and a smile flashed across his lips, even though his eyebrows tried to hold up to the last Discontent.

– Do not frown, otherwise wrinkles will appear!

The demon made a very fake and childish face and said, although at the moment the imp was once again trying to trick his beloved and not engage in calligraphy as a punishment, instead of hugging his beloved. Xie Lian sees it perfectly, and even so, she can't help but succumb to his tricks.

–That's a fox!

The young man spoke, lightly tapping his demon's chest, and then hugged him, nuzzling his chest. The butterflies on his face fluttered up and began to circle around them smoothly and serenely. Hua Chen hugged the prince's shoulders, pressing his ear to the crown of the prince's head.

– Does Gege want to have a snack?

– Wouldn't it be bad, what would you like?

– How about noodles with pork in soy sauce?

–Then let's eat it.

Xie Lian quietly pulled away from Hua Chen, glancing briefly into his eyes.

– And don't think that if I'm not upset now, it means that there won't be any calligraphy practice in the evening. We agreed.

Hua sighed, clearly feeling defeated.

–Of course, Your Highness, I will work hard!

Many people don't show any respect by calling Xie Lian that way, and some even mock him in this way, but from the mouth of the demon, this title sounded soft, with love, affection and reverence, only from him Xie Lian liked to hear it.

In response, the prince only nodded, continuing to hug the demon's shoulders tightly. Hua Chen just smiled kindly and took out the dice. They don't usually travel short distances this way, but right now, both of them didn't want to let go of each other. Before they had time to eat, they moved to the dining room of the house of bliss, where after 20 minutes there were large portions of noodles with pork in soy sauce, several salads, large portions of meat dishes and a small saucer with mantou. Each time, such portions, volume and variety of dishes surprised, but so touching.

Xie Lian was lost in his thoughts again, this happened quite often during Sang Lan's absence, the whole last month was not so bright, at some point he got so used to his husband's presence, and is it possible to call it an addiction? Yes, it's definitely an addiction.

–San Lan, tell me something.

– What does Gege want to hear?

– You've been gone so long, what have you been doing, what happened to you?

– Everything is fine, I had to visit Chernovod, I thought for a couple of days at most, I did not think that I would be so late. Did Gege miss me?)

There was a light chuckle.

"You have no idea how much.". I thought about you every day, there wasn't a minute that I didn't want to plunge into your arms. More..Don't leave me for so long without warning me or taking me with you, I'm able to help. As it was, I couldn't even talk to you through a spiritual connection! I was so worried!

– I did not expect such a revelation, I am so pleased that Your Highness thought of me.

Hua Chen rested his cheek on his hand, smiling sincerely and looking at his prince.

–Mmm, what else did my gege do?

"My"...He's having fun. He's flirting. Awaiting a response. Ahahah, it's getting fun for His Highness too.

"Since that's how it turned out, I don't mind having some fun either."

–"Your gege?" Ahah, "your gege" walked through your domain, remembering his beloved husband every second.… What else should I have done?

Hua Chen's smile became even wider and softer, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

–Your Highness... the demon moved a little closer, almost whispering Xie Lian's title.

- Yes?

–Your Highness, you have no idea how much your husband has missed you..

He spoke very softly, resting his head on his shoulder.

It seems that after meeting with San Lang, the prince lost the last drops of shame, otherwise, he would not have become even more excited, showing complete shamelessness.

– Is it really worth behaving in such a way in the presence of the Crown Prince?

This very "prince" grinned, teasing his demon, he's picked up his habits.

Hua Chen's single eye lit up with mischief, the grin did not leave his face, he only lifted his head from the prince's shoulder and looked at his treasure again.

–And how should I behave in front of Your Highness?

– And what do you think is necessary?

It was clear from the look that Hua Chen was extremely happy about such a conversation, Xie Lian had long noticed that his husband had such a special "thing" that worked flawlessly, immediately igniting a fire in his eyes.

–I don't think it's appropriate for Your Highness to dine in the House of Bliss." Would you like to go back to your palace? Your loyal follower will accompany you.

The demon's voice seemed to have become more velvety, although he spoke softly, but everything was clearly heard.

"I want to." Let's go back to the throne room.

Hua Chen stood up, gently touched Xie Lian's hand and took out the dice. A moment later, the couple was in the throne room, where they had met just an hour or two ago. Hua Chen, continuing to gently hold his prince's hand, escorted him to the throne itself. The clink of chains on boots echoed through the hall, as Hua Chen tenderly and tenderly saw Xie Lian off, taking care of every little thing, a familiar warmth spread in his chest.

At first glance, one might think that this was not a throne room, but a simple but spacious room for receiving a large number of guests, it was not very richly decorated, but the small gilding on the snow-white walls and the expensive light wood floor clearly indicated that the hall did not belong to a simple rich man. The throne was also specific, not the way we used to imagine it. It was something like a couch made of light wood with masterly carvings, it was upholstered in expensive fabric, and the simple patterns on it were artfully embroidered with gold thread. Yes, the hall was not very rich at first glance, but the small details gave not so much grandeur as comfort to its owner.

Hua Chen sat his spouse on the throne, and he took two steps back and bowed respectfully.

–Your Highness, allow me to present you with my humble gift..

With these words, the Mayor had a golden hairpin with beautiful flowers on his palm, the petals were decorated with precious stones and metals, a small chain with leaves hung from the end, and at the end of the chain was a stone that looked like a dewdrop.

–...I thought it would suit you very well.яяяяяяяя

"Oh, San Lan.. She's so beautiful, you take care of me so much, it makes me feel kind of uneasy.

A short, ringing laugh came from his mouth.

"It's the least I can do for you." Can I help you pin up your hair?

Hua Chen looked straight into the jasper eyes, full of tenderness, gratitude and love, he did not want to look away, all these glances were beautiful.

– Of course, come to me^^

Xie Lian spread his arms, waiting for a hug and smiling tenderly. Hua Chen completely melted away, the lights in his eyes turned into raging flames in an instant.

Hua Chen came closer and knelt down to his beloved, so that he could hug him more comfortably. Clutching his treasure in a tight embrace, he inhaled the light, slightly alien scent of a Ghostly City and a blooming garden.

The best.

The best.

My favorite

Xie Lian, still with perfect posture, gently hugged the demon, stroking his back and running his fingers through the black curls.

They live in happiness.

They live in happiness

They sat like that for a couple of minutes, until Hua Chen reluctantly got up and walked behind Xie Lian, gently running his fingers through his brown hair. The prince smiled easily, it was immediately clear that he was not so much braiding as playing. It reminded him of their first day at the monastery of the Water Chestnuts. After weeks of worrying about each other, they found peace again in a gentle embrace.

Being together, they live, but do not exist.

They live in happiness

They live with each other.

[ticktockmyclockworkhart]

I don't really think of any modern AUs for red dead for some reason, idk, I have modern AU thoughts for any other piece of media that takes place in the past but for some reason I just can't separate these guys from the old west for the life of me

BUT the one modern AU thought I had and that I have very frequently is the thought of the entire Van Der Linde gang going to disneyland. That thought just tickles me. Like

Tilly, Mary-Beth and Karen make it their mission to go meet every single disney princess and they also kidnap Arthur and make him go with them. But he actually ends up having a kinda fun time because he enjoys wonder and whimsy, doesn't mean every character interaction before they took pictures wasn't stiflingly awkward though. he mumbled the entire time and refused to do any whimsical poses for the pictures

Hosea and Dutch are camped out somewhere shady by the park entrance with everyone's bags and snacks and water to act as home base and collect all their idiots at the end of the day, the only time they move is when an employee runs up to them and asks if the exhausted man with the scars on his face who fell asleep on a bench in direct sunlight by splash mountain and may or may not be suffering heat stroke belongs to them and they have to go help John before the park calls an ambulance. They go on exactly one ride at night, the jungle cruise, with arthur and john. Hosea laughs at all the skipper's bad jokes and Dutch thinks the whole thing is fucking stupid

Susan is also camped out with them but she gets worried about everyone too often and keeps getting up to go to everyone's last known location to make sure they're alright, but at some point Sean tells her to go take a picture with the evil stepmother from cinderella because they look like twins so she just goes back to Hosea and Dutch and lets them fend for themselves

Lenny is genuinely having a fucking BLAST but is really embarrassed about it. He does get a picture with belle because she's his favorite disney princess (bookworms ftw) and he runs into Arthur there being held captive by the girls, they both rib each other about what brought them there later. After everything is said and done though he and Arthur totally go on some rides together

Sean WAS hanging out with Lenny but they got separated within like three minutes of entering the park because Sean kept wandering off so Lenny left him to fend for himself, but he actually stayed out of trouble the entire time, surprisingly. He just rode the carousel again and again for like 8 hours because he was piss drunk before he even got to the park (since you can't drink there) and if he closed his eyes it almost didn't give him motion sickness (he never considered the possibility that he could also just not ride anything? Or maybe go to where Hosea and Dutch said they'd be?)

John is living that one viral post where he sat on a bench and fell asleep from heat exhaustion, then woke up to his ice cream melted all over him and mickey mouse putting a cold towel on his forehead. He was there because Jack wanted to ride splash mountain btw and John was terrified of getting on

Kieran lived one of my magical disney park experiences, which was he went on one ride with the group and was feeling good about being included, but then he got off the ride and literally couldn't find a single person he rode with, so he's wandering the park aimlessly worrying if everyone just left him there (this is not exactly what happened to me btw. I went on a ride with an uncle who is no longer an uncle who had a tbi and so could act unpredictably some times, mostly by virtue of being incredibly spacy, he got out of line to go get a drink and when he came back the line had moved up a lot more so he just told me he'd meet me at the end of the ride. Then at the end of the ride I literally could not find him. I wandered the entire area for like twenty minutes realizing he'd wandered off somewhere before I finally gave up and reported it to my cousin who I kid you not was completely unfazed and told me not to worry about it, they'd find him eventually. I still felt so bad about it even after he turned up not even thinking twice about the whole thing)

Abigail is busy being a responsible mother to two children (her husband and also Jack), Jack is having the absolute time of his life and they've lost John about ten times because he's too scared to go on the rides and also too scared of the disney characters to join them for pictures so Abigail eventually gave up looking for him, Dutch and Hosea would find him and babysit him (they did)

Pearson is floating around between the different groups, he's got the big backpack with the snacks, water and sunscreen in it while Hosea and Dutch were holding onto whatever he couldn't carry. He's like pretty ambivalent about everything happening and is kinda just happy to be there, but he is hella interested in all the food vendors and taking notes on what everyone in the gang seemed to enjoy so he can try and make it himself later

Swanson got a little too silly before coming to the park and ended up stuck on the magic teacups ride because he couldn't process how to get off. He was at park lost and found for like two hours before Dutch and Hosea found him, only for him to end up stuck on the teacups AGAIN like an hour later

Sadie thinks this entire trip is fucking stupid and she exclusively sticks to the biggest thrill rides, spending most of her time in california adventure (is that part of the park still called that? it's changed so much since I've last been there), a few people who also enjoy thrill rides have tried accompanying her on her bender but she literally never takes a break and apparently can't get motion sickness

Bill is lost. He was pretty sure he was with Javier and the Marstons at first, but he lost them at some point and now he's stuck in the star wars land and doesn't know where the exit is, small children keep pointing at him and making wookie noises, and he really just needs a drink tbh

Javier has been EVERYWHERE. He has a plan and an itinerary, either keep pace with him or you're getting left behind (rip Bill). He finishes his schedule within like three hours and then goes to hang out with Sadie on her masochistic thrill ride loop before he has to tap out after like five thrill rides in quick succession. He started the day hanging out with the Marstons and Jack insisted he wear a pair of mickey mouse ears, so like the cool uncle he is he agreed and in every picture he's in he's standing there in bedazzled mouse ears with an extremely stoic expression on his face

Charles silently slinks off to critter country (is it still called that? idk how the park has changed) upon getting there because he wants to go see winnie the pooh. After a couple hours of wandering aimlessly and wanting to hit people who crowd too close to him he finds and joins Lenny and Arthur. They go on some rides and then go see winnie the pooh again. Tigger grabs Arthur by the hands and makes him bounce with him and Arthur is in such a whimsical mood and has been doing goofy shit around the park all day at this point that he actually enthusiastically participates. Charles considers it a 10/10 time

Micah was definitely not allowed into the park. 100%

Strauss didn't want to come to disneyland, he had work to do, and the entire gang tried their hardest but unlike several of the other gang members they were unable to force Strauss to join. Party pooper :(

Uncle is having a great fuckin time. He went onto the haunted mansion and just fell asleep and rode the loop until he was personally escorted off by staff because they were worried he died in his sleep or something

Trelawny is there!! They have not seen him for four months but he is there for some reason! Late into the night Arthur got onto the haunted mansion, turned to his left and Trelawny was just. there in the doombuggy with him

[dawnoftime22]

adorable.

| T.S

Warnings: None!

Summary: Taylor sees you sleeping adorably, and couldn't help but pull out her phone.

Word Count: 587

Category: Fluff

A/N: I've started to actually write more taylor and like what I did with the fics, so I thought, why not just post them :] if this one does okay then I'll continue <3

| Started on 09/09/2023, 11:36 PM |

| Finished on 10/09/2023, 2:38 PM |

Masterlist | T.S Masterlist

“My darling, you are far too much of a work

of art for a picture not to be taken.”

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It was yet another day full of work and exhaustion was all that filled the blonde's body as she drove back home from work.

She got out of the car and unlocked the front door of the house, only wanting to have you beside her, cuddles, and kisses, and every single other thing she could think of.

Though the house was quiet. Too quiet. The tv wasn't on, and you weren't in the living room or the kitchen. She didn't get a message from you of you going out or anything, so her head wandered a little.

And then, before Taylor could panic any more, she walks into the bedroom, not expecting to see you laid on the bed horizontally with your eyes closed, covering the space of both her side and yours, while her guitar was placed just a few inches below your legs.

You must've been practicing to learn the guitar, and got exhausted too, she thought. She adored how you were learning, and not only for her, or from her, but also because you got inspired by her music.

What was important was the way you were breathing. And your face, oh, your peacefulness in your face. It made her smile so lovingly at you. She couldn't find anyone else who she would be more in love with.

Before she got any closer or that you would somehow wake up, she pulls out her phone from her pocket and captures a quick picture of you. It was the perfect picture.

She wanted to just jump into bed already and cuddle you, with how fuzzy she's feeling from seeing how adorable you looked, but she needed to shower first. She was sweaty from all the rehearsing for her upcoming tour.

And so, she got her clothes ready on the bed and went to take a shower. When she got out, you were still thankfully asleep. But your position did change. You were more curled up into a ball this time, like a cat, which made her want to squeeze herself and you. But she didn't wanna wake you, so she quietly put on her clothes, and tip toed to bed. Gently laying down next to you, which she could do so now, since you were more curled up, letting more space on the bed loose.

She takes you in her arms and pulls you closer like a teddy bear without waking you up, but also making sure you're in a more comfortable position.

Nothing could be better than this feeling she has in her heart. But then you instinctively snuggled closer to her, your nose nuzzling on her skin near her neck, tickling her a little, but the feeling of her wanting to melt overcame it. Well. That was a better feeling.

She went to sleep with you that night with a precious memory.

|——————————— ⸆⸉ ———————————|

You were smiling as you looked through her gallery of pictures, full of Meredith, Olivia, Benjamin, and basically all the cats. Some pictures are of you and her, and to see them warms your heart.

Until you scrolled and perhaps accidentally found something you shouldn't have. Your eyebrows rose while Taylor blushed from behind you.

"Um, babe, you took a photo of me while I was sleeping?" You questioned softly, so as to not make her feel embarrassed. But her cheeks only turned red even more

"I couldn't help it. You're just too adorable." she giggled, now you're the one who thought she was adorable.

You playfully rolled your eyes, turning your head to look at her, and then went in to kiss her. She gratefully accepted it and kissed you back. Soon after, she pulls away and admires your face, just as she had the night before.

"I love you." The both of you smile at each other like two idiots in love.

"I love you, too."

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