#but still worriedly lovingly thinking about her lover

[revengeagainstlifeitself]

watching Only Lovers Left Alive like it's Loustat fix it (?) fic picking up right at the end of 2x08

[eliasorchard]

Alright I'm actually very embarrassed since I've never shared my writings before, but here goes nothing

Also it has a rushed ending because, well I'm not sure why. 👁️👄👁️

Warnings: suggestive (not nsfw), nudity, most likely wrong use of the english language.

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As carefully as she could, (name) gently straddled William's thighs, who was lying beneath her -after all his body was still fragile even if he didn't show it much. William closes his eyes and lets out a breathy moan, his attention- starved body filing with electrifying sensations. (Name) places her hands on his shoulders for balance and gazes worriedly down at her lover

"Are you okay?" She questions, taking in both his scarlet eye and his blind one.

William chuckles softly "I am quite alright, sweetheart. You needn't worry so much" he extends a hand, cupping her face lovingly and brushing his thumb against the skin of her cheek. (Name) places her own palm on top of his, "I apologise... You've given me plenty of reasons to worry about you, Will"

William follows her eyes, cascading down his body and stopping at his thorax, at the injury, now a scar, that had taken the longest to heal. (Name) traces her fingers across the scar, ranging from his left side to his right breast.

"I don't remember this one... Is it.. from when you...?" She didn't dare finish her sentence, she didn't want this intimate moment to be ruined by such recollections.

"Yes" William nods "Though I have no memory of it. I have more on my back"

They lock eyes once more, William's affectionate gaze meets her concerned one.

"Can I... See?" (Name) asks somewhat hesitantly. She didn't want to turn what was going to be a night of passion and love into a bitter memory of the past.

William chuckles softly "Right now? Well, I could never say no to you, sweetheart"

The blonde man places his hands on her waist, assisting her off him, and then sits up himself, facing the other way.

After all those years of marriage, showing his bare body to his wife came naturally for William. She was able to pierce through the walls surrounding his heart, and see his true self. His flesh was a mere extension of that.

Though, after the three years of his absence, he felt exposed, embarrassed even, as the woman he had chose to wed scanned the newly acquired scars on his back. After all, this was a new part of him to be discovered, and accepted.

(Name) traced the scars streaming down his back, she figured those were numerous since his back was left uncovered as he and Sherlock fell into the Thames.

"Do they hurt now?"

"No. Not anymore. At least, not physically"

William was taken by surprise, when he felt (Name)'s lips on his skin. Snaking her arms around his torso, she pulls him into a hug, peppering kisses along his shoulder blades, and his nape.

"Well, I love them. They are a part of you, and therefore a part of me as well" she nuzzles the crook of his neck, as her husband collects her hands in his, kissing her fingers softly.

William breaks the hug, and turns towards her, teary- eyed. (Name) furrows her eyebrows, thinking she has disturbed the pain and sentiment slumbering inside his heart. She opens her arms "Come here" and William cuddles up on her motherly embrace, resting his head on her soft breast.

"There, there.... It's alright" (Name)'s reassuring words only make him more sensitive, and he wraps her arms around her tightly. "I love you, William. All of you"

this is beautiful, rose. all of the words bleed with so much affection and tenderness afjdjd. please don't be embarrassed, i'd absolutely love, love, love to see more of these. if i had to sum up your writing, i'd say it's most similar to (and reminds me of) greek sculptures— the mentions of body parts such as the thighs, the thorax, the shoulder blades, scars, breasts and the tears—further accentuated/enhanced by descriptions such as breathy, electrifying, motherly embrace, "pierce the walls surrounding his heart", "flesh a mere extension of that" etc, they don't overlap or swallow each other as it does in most cases, they come together in a flow. you're able to mix physical descriptions with metaphors(?) wonderfully. it's raw and romantic and it's beautiful, that's what it is.

either way i really really love how soft their relationship is. i really love how split open they are for each other and they don't hide away. they observe, understand, and accept. and i think that's a lovely thing. william being so emotionally open towards (name) and (name) being so wonderfully accepting was so nice to see. this truly was a gift

"THANK YOU, ROSE" we all say in unison

[astridhoff03]

Little cuddly session the second

Astrid pressed herself against Hiccup as he began kissing down her neck until he was at her shoulder. She felt him smile lovingly as he looked into her eyes again and casually wrapped his arm around her bare waist. His thumb slowly stroked her soft skin. Relaxed, she snuggled up against his shoulder again and wrapped her arms around his neck. Suddenly she let herself fall back and pulled him back down into the soft down. His beautiful face was above hers and his thumb was stroking the base of her breasts. Astrid smiled contentedly at her fiancé. Yes, that really was the best Snoggeltog they had ever had together. It had been so long since she and Hiccup had made time for each other, as Hiccup's father had taken quite a bit of his time over the last few months; with meetings of various tribal chiefs, council meetings on Berk or other problems that had arisen on Berk. Astrid understood that as a future chief he still had to learn everything, but she would still have preferred to come with him more often and spend a little time with him afterwards. Ever since they returned from Dragons Edge, his father had claimed him almost every time. Even when Astrid was Hiccup's fiancée and the two weren't married yet, she mostly only made representative appearances or took care of training new dragon riders. That's why she was all the happier for her that he agreed to her idea that they would meet every other evening and spend time together. Hiccup was just about to lean down to kiss her again when suddenly a loud rumbling from downstairs startled her. Hiccup groaned in annoyance and pulled away from Astrid's face a little. “What was that?” she asked worriedly. Hiccup gently stroked her waist and stomach before lying down next to her. “I think my drunk father just came home.” Astrid looked at him, puzzled. She didn't even know that her future father-in-law drank. “Should we help him? Or should I go? It wouldn't be very beneficial if he saw us like that." Hiccup shook his head and drew circles over her flat stomach. “No, stay. He won't notice you when he's drunk anyway. I just hope Gobber is with him, otherwise he won't make it up the stairs." Astrid bit her lower lip and pulled the blanket tighter around her bare breasts. Maybe it really was better if she left when Hiccup's father was drunk and a perhaps sober Gobber was with him. Her job as future chieftess was to represent and not to produce a successor right before the wedding and disappoint her parents, who always expected the fullest responsibility and discipline from her. But sometimes she just needed a little distraction and relaxation, preferably with Hiccup. She looked at her lover skeptically, a question still burning on her tongue. "Why does your father drink, he's our leader?" Hiccup just smiled amused and continued to draw circles over Astrid's upper body. “That actually happens relatively rarely. It's just because it's Snoggeltog evening and the others on the council often drag him along a bit. Mostly Snotlout‘s father.” Now Astrid had to smile a little. “Why doesn’t this surprise me.” They both grinned at each other and Hiccup moved a little closer to her so he could wrap her in his arms better. Astrid laughed as he brushed her long hair off her shoulder and planted kiss after kiss on her. "You're pretty cocky today." Hiccup smiled flattered and kissed her cheek. “Only the best for my future wife.”

Inspired by these two art pieces.

[nukacourier]

Posting about it 👍 quick warning for mentions of transmasc pregnancy. If that makes you uncomfortable/dysphoric I'd suggest you scroll

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Laying in a dingy bed somewhere in an amateurly hobbled-together hotel in midwest America, James watched idly from tired eyes as his partner gently rubbed a hand back and forth over his pregnant abdomen that had grown rather large within seven, going on eight months.

"You've been doing that a hot minute now, Pierre." He murmured with a half-amused tone.

Pierre grinned a yellow, partially toothless smile as he looked away from his body to stare at James' face.

"I want to feel it kick! It's big enough now that I'd feel it easily, I think." She excitedly rambled to James in his purr of an accent. She turned his attention back to where he'd rested their hand and went back to lovingly petting the baby bump.

"Yeah, but, you know even the fetus has to sleep. Maybe you could wait till tomorrow after we all get some r—oh, had to prove me wrong."

James chuckled as part way through his speech he felt the odd sensation of his baby jerking around and pressing its tiny feet against the lining of his womb.

Pierre let out an excited little gasp and pressed his hand to the spot, looking absolutely star-struck as he felt the tiny taps of feet through James' skin.

"Beautiful...hello there, little one. I'm excited to meet you." Pierre leaned over and whispered this in the direction of the bump, and James smiled at the sweet interaction, only to suddenly be overtaken by grief that rudely forced its way into his mind.

What if Arcade was here instead of him?

James felt his expression fall before he could shoo away the melancholy thought, and simply placed his own hand in the spot where the child was still aggressively kicking as it wiggled around inside of him.

He let his fingers slip underneath Pierre's and closed his eyes, letting himself feel both the movement of the life he'd been growing inside him and the warmth of his current lover's fingers.

"Something wrong?" He heard Pierre murmur worriedly. Apparently they had noticed the fact James' expression had fallen.

"I'm just tired." James lied. "Waiting for the baby to calm down so I can get some sleep."

"Ah." Pierre didn't press it further, but as James opened his eyes he could see she looked a little crestfallen.

James lifted his hand and patted him on the shoulder.

"Why don't you crawl up here and snuggle with me instead? Baby isn't even born yet and it's taking all your attention from me." He joked, giving Pierre a warm smile.

This seemed to lift his spirits and his blue eyes sparkled as he grinned and shifted position so her arms wrapped around James' shoulders and he rested their heads together.

"I love you." Pierre murmured as he'd settled in comfortably.

"Love you too." James replied with a murmur, silently stroking his partner's dirty blonde hair as they lay together.

Things were peaceful, comfortable, and quiet. And because of this silence, the same uncomfortable statement from before had grown loudly in James' head again.

If only Arcade were here instead.

Man my ocs (james and pierre) make me so SAD their dynamic is so sad and I might end up rambling about it tbh

[peachpitfics]

Mistletoe

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Request: No

Summary: Every year Rossi holds a Christmas Eve dinner, the Team and their little families attend. This is your first one, and coincidentally, you get caught under the mistletoe.

Length: 2.6k

Pairing: SpencerReid x Female!Reader

Content Warnings: ~none~ 

A/N: Hiiii, this is super fluffy and sweet. Hopefully the first of a few Christmas themed fics. I hope you like it!!

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You never had anywhere to go for the holidays. You had no real family, moved to a new state, and joined a new force only a few weeks ago. The new team you worked with was a tight knit family. They had been together for years and while they were welcoming and did their best not to exclude you, it was hard to bear the inside jokes and recalling of memories you were not a part of. What shocked and surprised you most about their bond, was the family Christmas held at Rossi’s huge house. Everyone, and their families would come, eat a glorious Christmas dinner, and spend it together.

You rang the doorbell and stood, rugged up on the doorstep, huge wooden and glass double doors in front of you. Dave answered the door, arms wide open as he took you in a loving embrace. “Thanks for inviting me” You shuffled into the house awkwardly, passing Rossi two bottles of wine as he showed you where you could shed your winter coverings. Rossi’s house was beautifully decorated from top to bottom. You were sure it had to have been professionally done. “Thank you y/n, this is great. I’m so glad you could make it out here tonight” Dave beamed at you, “And you look beautiful”. You hadn’t put too much effort in tonight but dressed nicely for dinner at least. What he said made you blush; you hid your face as he led you into the dining room. “Hey! Looks who’s here” Morgan smiled across the table. Garcia, sitting next to him, waving overly excitedly. You waved back, clearly not having had any eggnog. As you sat down, in between Hotch and JJ, Hotch poured eggnog into your glass and clinked glasses with you. “We’re just waiting on the kid, he said he was on the phone with his Mom. But he should be almost here” Rossi shared with them.

They all sat around the table, laughing at Garcia who was intoxicated, conversing over Christmas memories from their childhood. Not all of them were overly happy memories, just thoughts of a simpler time. “What about you, y/n? Favourite Christmas memory from when you were a child?” Hotch asked. Emily looked worriedly at you, she had been the one you spoke to and got to know out of everybody. “Well... um” Clearing your throat, you paused as Spencer walked in and slipped into his seat beside Garcia and across from you. “Yeah, okay. I think I was about 8... I was in my second group home and there were about 15 kids of all different ages. The church choir stopped by to sing carols to us in the evening; and, uh, we had a roast chicken, a lot of us had never experienced Christmas before so it was pretty wonderful. The church also brought us a box of second-hand toys, which was lovely. I think that’s probably the best one” Everyone stared at you in awe. The type of awe you were dreading. You shuffled uncomfortably in your seat as they started to notice that the staring was out of control. “I didn’t know you were a foster kid” Morgan said somberly, having grown up in an area with a lot of foster kids himself. “Yeah, I was. It wasn’t so bad” You smiled softly, begging someone to take the attention off of you. “Sorry I’m late, you guys, my Mother was reminiscing about Christmas in 1969” Spencer chuckled awkwardly. And that was the end of it, their focus was changed, and Spencer was explaining his Mother’s story, which in turn was quite boring.

Within 30 minutes, Rossi and several servers emerged from the kitchen, bringing platters and large bowls and more wine. It was the most extravagant thing you’d seen in your whole life. I’ve never even been a restaurant this nice, you thought to yourself, watching as they served. Rossi held in his hands an exceptionally large knife, whilst standing over the bird, gathering everyone’s attention. “For me, Christmas means being with family. Sharing it with you, makes it the most precious and special time of the year” Rossi paused, “To family”. Everyone raised their glasses and repeated the toast back to him. He carved the meat, and you all passed the fixings round the table. It was the most delicious food you’d ever had. You began to wonder if everyone with a family had a lovely Christmas like this every year.

Before long, the kids were playing hide and seek throughout the house as all the adults made their way into the awesomely large sitting room. Everyone gathered around, sitting in the settee’s or on the rug by the fireplace. “Anyone care for brandy and a cigar?” Rossi asked. “Am I in a game of Clue?” Garcia looked around the room, “Where the hell is Miss Scarlet, I want to ask her some questions”. People snickered at her comments, she got more sarcastically funny as she got further intoxicated. “No seriously, would anyone like a drink?” Rossi stood by his sideboard bar, crystal decanters lined up with matching glasses. “Scotch, for me Dave, thank you” Hotch nodded. “I��ll take one of those as well” Emily smiled. “Not for me, I’m driving” Will grinned at JJ, hoping she would have another drink and let her hair down a little. You noticed this and nudged JJ in the side, “I brought more wine” You raised your eyebrows cheekily at her.

She looked long and hard into your eyes, really thinking over how hectic the headache was going to be in the morning. “Screw it” She mumbled, caving in to your devilish look, “Go get the wine” She lightly tapped your arm. “Oh no, come on y/n, I’ll go” Rossi offered. “Seriously, it’s fine, I’m sure I won’t get lost on the way back or anything” You giggled, jumping up from the floor and heading towards the big arch way through to the foyer. “Hey, y/n!” Spencer stopped you in the doorway, “Would you mind getting me a glass of water?” He asked in a soft tone. You nodded happily; it was an easy request.

“Hold on...” Hotch said quickly. They all stared at you again. “You can’t move” Hotch smiled gently, “You’re under the mistletoe”. Everyone laughed and gaped as Hotch caught you out under the mistletoe. “What do you mean I can’t move?” You laughed, as if this were a silly game. “In the Rossi house, if you pause under mistletoe and get caught out, you have to wait there until someone kisses you” Dave explained. Obviously Hotch had been caught before and was now pointing out Rossi’s next victim. “Who’s gonna do it?” Garcia looked intrigued, waiting for the war between them to begin while you stood there, knees shaking at the thought of having to kiss someone on the team. “Well, I’m out” Rossi said, having reconnected with an old lover recently. Will and JJ snuggled closer together, that was an obvious no. Hotch uncomfortably sat back into the settee, smiling cheekily into his glass.

A few faces turned to Morgan. “Hey now, that’s usually my style, but I’m seein’ somebody at the moment” Morgan shrugged, hoping Penelope wouldn’t pull him apart over the comment he made. Which inevitably, she did. “Can’t I just go to the kitchen, come on, this is silly” You spoke over them, they were discussing among them who should be the one to kiss you and set you free from the nasty grip of the mistletoe. “It’s gotta be Reid” Emily’s voice rang out over all of the incoherent babbling.

Spencer had been laughing and watching this unfold around him, blending into the leather settee like a chameleon. Now that the faces turned to him, he flushed red and he eyes grew wider. “Ha ha, you guys” Spencer tried to redirect, blushing madly “Emily, it’s you! You know it’s you” He laughed awkwardly. “It could be me; I just don’t really think that’s y/n’s speed... whereas you...” She let the rest of the team join in on the end. “Yeah I don’t think she swings that way” JJ looked back at Emily, shaking their heads together negatively. “Which leaves you Spencer, everyone else is attached at the moment” Hotch's voice seemed confident and firm, but had a hint of a giggle in it.

This started to seem like a set up to you, everyone was grimacing, smirking up at you. No one else tonight had been caught under mistletoe and there was no shortage of it in this house. You crossed your arms in front of you and lovingly glared back at each of them. “Come on Spence” JJ grabbed his knee and shook it, as if this provided some sort of moral support. “Spencer! Spencer! Spencer!” Penelope started a chant and within seconds, they had all joined in. “Okay! Okay, okay, you can stop doing that now. The peer pressure has worked” Spencer’s face couldn’t not smile. His cheeks tugged tightly at his lips, and though his face was red, he looked pleasantly excited. Reid stepped over JJ and slowly approached the door frame. He got closer to you, looked into your eyes, and pursed his lips, eyes widening as if to say, “This is weird”. He rocked back on his heels for a moment, hands awkwardly in his pockets. You remained still, one eyebrow raised in shock, arms still folded in front of you. “Come on pretty boy, we haven’t got all night” Morgan teased, Garcia gripping onto him, her eyes as wide as possible so she didn’t miss anything.

In an instant, he lunged forward, a hand landing on your cheek and one at the small of your back. Spencer planted his lips onto yours, you could almost feel him smiling into it. Your arms softened and untangled as they found their way onto his chest in front of you. As you parted, the embarrassing hail of whoops and clapping arose. Spencer stepped back giggling, hiding his face from his colleagues. You pursed your lips together and held your fingers to your lips briefly, surprised at how good that felt. “I’m gonna go grab that wine now” You blushed, laughing along with the hyenas in the sitting room. Pausing slowly at the fridge, your head hitting the metal, you exhaled from deep in your lungs. Never in your life did you think you would be in such a position. But you were happy and almost grateful for your embarrassing workmates.

You returned with the wine, rose coloring still in your cheeks. Spencer was now playing with the kids under one of the many Christmas trees and you retook your position on the rug with JJ and Will, pouring them both a glass of white wine. No one teased anymore, no one laughed. There were just separate pods of conversation. Eventually, after picking up sleepy children off the couches in the lounge room, JJ and Will were thanking Rossi for such a lovely evening. Hotch not far behind with Jack. Those that were left were Morgan and Penelope, desperately arguing over whether or not ‘Die Hard’ was a Christmas film. Rossi and Emily, who were debating finer Scotches and Whiskeys. You watched on, amused by their friendships, and longing to be one of them. Until you noticed that Spencer had gone. You got up from the rug and wondered through the house, finding him on the balcony off the dining room.

You unlatched the door, alerting him to your presence. “Hey” He smiled softly at you. “Hey” You sounded unsure, “I’m sorry if that was super weird for you in there”. He chuckled under his breath slightly as you approached and stood next to him in the cold night air. “You know, I thought it would be... But it was... nice” He nodded, tucking his smile into his scarf. You tried to look away, hiding the permanent smile plastered on your face. “It was nice” You said gently. Spencer turned towards you, and unintentionally looked you up and down, “You must be so cold” He said, shedding his coat and draping it across your shoulders. You looked at the soft brown tweed and curled your nose, “But now, you’ll be cold”. “Doesn’t matter” He shrugged nonchalantly. “Spencer I-” He interrupted quickly, “Can I have a do over?”. “Sorry, what?” You shook off whatever you were going to say and clarified you heard him correctly. “I just- I would have kissed you differently, had they not set me up and cheered like an audience” He closed his eyes, “ I would have kissed you differently”.

Without saying anything, you slid your icy cold hand into his. Warmth radiated from his large hands as his fingers slid between yours. You pulled his hand and turned him to face you. “You can kiss me again” You mumbled. His eyes were so dark and deep, he held eye contact with you, bringing his face slightly down to meet you in the middle. His soft lips, tripping over yours hungrily. His breath warm on your face. His tender hands, not so gingerly on respectful places on your body like before. One hand slid up to your neck, lightly holding on, but eventually wrapping around to grasp the back of your neck. His other hand placed further south of the small of your back, pulling your whole body into him as his tongue delved into your mouth. You tried to move your hands, you tried to do anything, but your brain was completely overwhelmed and stunned by the warmth and pleasure washing over you.

He pulled away, kissing your cold nose, along your jawline. Pressing on last kiss to your lips, and then to your forehead as he wrapped his arms around you. Your body sunk into him. Even without his jacket, he was still so warm, and it was so inviting. You wrapped your arms around his back and held onto him as tightly as he held onto you. “This is a better Christmas story than the one I told before” You muttered at a giggle into his woolen jumper. Spencer smiled into the nape of your neck. “God, I hope so” He laughed, and you felt his whole body move against yours. After a while, you parted and just stood snuggled together on the balcony. “They really set us up, big time” You pondered. “I can’t believe Emily blabbed” Spencer shook his head. You looked sharply up at him. “Blabbed?” You asked confusedly. “Yeah... I kind of told her I had a crush on you” He tried to hide his face but you wouldn’t let him, you grabbed his hand and held it in your own. “Oh my god” That same old shocked expression was strewn back across your face. “I know, it’s super embarrassing and I’m sorry I didn’t -“ You interrupted him this time, “No, Spencer, I told Emily I had a crush on you” You said quickly, without thinking.

Both of you, stunned, really thought about how devious Emily was. Why did we do that? You asked yourself; the answer quite simply was, she was a very open person and people often told her their secrets. “I guess, I’m glad I told her” Spencer smiled, “Because otherwise I never would have got to kiss you”. You leaned up to his lips and kissed him again. “Now, you can kiss me anytime you want” You whispered to him, that gorgeous smile still fighting its way onto his face.

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Inside, Emily and Rossi stood in the doorway of the dining room, peering out onto the Balcony like a pair of sneaky teenagers. They had been watching for several minutes, and though they couldn’t hear the conversation, they knew they were busted for setting the whole thing up. “Thanks again, Dave” Em raised his glass of scotch to Dave’s brandy, both of them grinning like school girls. “Absolutely anytime, my dear” They clinked glasses and walked steadily back into the sitting room, arms around each other.

[letaliabane]

Touch

pairing: joel miller x reader

warnings: MAJOR spoilers for last of us 2!!

genre: fluffyy, smuttish, quite angstyyyyyy

word count: 1.2K words

Connected to Lost Connection

(If you would like to request a prompt, please include the name of the list and the number of the prompts)

26. You’d be a great mom (Love Prompts)

57. Breaking The Kiss To Say Something, Staying So Close That You’re Murmuring Into Each Other’s Mouths (Kiss List #1)

THREE WEEKS EARLIER

I moaned softly as I fell against Joel’s chest. His breath batted against my shoulder, trembling as he wrapped his arms around my back, holding me close so every inch of our bodies were pressed against each other. 

We had escaped the duties of the day, Joel having snuck into the kitchens where I had been working and pulling me away quietly, both of chuckling as we rode away, deeper into the forest that surrounded the settlement. A small safe house was our little haven we’d escape to every now and then, to get away from the noise, the crowds, and sometimes the judgments placed upon Joel for his past or even myself. 

We’d leave it all behind, and all would be left was us two. 

I sighed softly as I felt Joel press a shaky kiss to my forehead, his fingertips dancing across my back gently. My lips dragged across his neck before pressing against his lazily, moaning softly as his tongue swiped at my bottom lip, his hips barely lifting to meet mine. 

I barely pulled away with a gasp as he grinned against my mouth, ‘Well you rode me well and truly sweetheart.’

Joel chuckled as I slapped him across the shoulder, hiding my face in his neck as he continued to press kisses across any skin he could reach, my shoulder,  my neck, behind my ear; which he knew was my ultimate weakness as I shook against him, feeling his smile against my skin. 

‘I’m so glad you pulled me away today,’ I hummed as he rubbed my back lovingly, ‘Couldn’t stand some of the women today, Rebecca was really pushing me on the whole baby situation.’ 

Joel lifted my face, his features stern. ‘Were they bothering you again?’

I shake my head, kissing him gently for his kindness. ‘I can handle them, though they do get on my nerves at times. I guess it’s just the worry that I won’t fall pregnant or if I do and I lose it again-’

‘Hey,’ Joel cuts across, holding my cheek so I wouldn’t look away, ‘We have all the time in the world, we don’t gotta listen to anyone else. And if we don’t fall pregnant, remember we still have each other.’

I sighed, eyes closing as I leant my cheek further into his touch, allowing him to press me into the sheets as he pressed kisses down my neck towards my chest.

‘I will admit ... I’m excited to see you grow,’ Joel whispers as he kisses my flat stomach, his nose grazing my skin, making me giggle at the scratchy sensation of his beard against my skin. 

I ran my hand through hair, glad momentarily at the thought of how I begged him not to cut his hair. He looked twice as handsome now, and it suited him so well. And it didn’t hurt to grab onto something. 

‘We all already know you’ll be an amazing father again, so thats nothing to worry about,’ I say chuckling, staring up at the ceiling, sighing when Joel caressed the skin of my stomach now and then. 

Joel leaned himself up on his arm, silent for a few moments as if he was deep in thought before he murmured softly, ‘I reckon you’d be an incredible mother.’ 

I couldn’t help but look up at him, more worriedly than anything else. 

‘You think so?’

‘I really do. I’ve seen the way you are with not only the younger kids but the older ones too. You know how to be on their level, and I’d reckon if we’d have any you’d know just how to raise them.’

I smile gently as I looked away from his piercing, loving gaze, only to stop when Joel grabbed my hand giving it a squeeze, ‘And if we don’t have any kids, I will love you, always. Not any less, never harm you. I will love you.’ 

‘Fuck you,’ I gasped softly, wiping away the tears that stained my cheeks suddenly. Joel chuckled, pulling me close as I curled up into his side, petting my hair lovingly. 

FOUR WEEKS LATER

I pushed open the door, ignoring the stares I received as I dragged myself across the room before finding myself standing over the covered body that lay at on a table on the other side of the room. 

I tugged the sheet down, looking away at the sight of the bloodied, bruised, almost unrecognisable face of my lover. Every time I took it in, it made me imagine the horror he went through before he closed his eyes. Made me wonder what he felt, what he thought of-

‘Y/N, you don’t need to do that,’ I heard one of the older women, almost chuckling beneath her breath, ‘Someone else will do it, preferably someone with a stronger stomach.’ 

I didn’t reply, gripping the edge of the table painfully. 

I had struggled to fit into the settlement when Joel, Ellie and I had first arrived from across the country from Boston, but finding my place was even harder. Though I worked hard every day to find a suitable role for myself, I had Joel which allowed us to find our own little corner which we called home. 

And soon after many conversations, I prioritised nurturing my relationship with the man I had known as my travel companion and the little girl who I watched become a woman of her own making and helped Maria wherever I could.  

Pulling the sheet further down to reveal the rest of Joel’s body, I squeezed the sponge that floated in the soapy water of the bucket I had carried in, pressing it to his chest, scrubbing his skin carefully. 

I treated his skin like that of a newborn, rubbing away the dirt and blood. Tommy had already taken care of his wounds, closing the ones on his back, neck, and the edge of his forehead, so that took away the stench of fresh blood. 

As I reached his hands, I began to scrub at his fingers, cleaning the edges of his fingernails, the center of his soft palm, and the edges of his wrist. And I couldn’t help but intertwine my fingertips with his, a whimper leaving my lips at the coldness that sparked against my palm, and the lack of response to my touch. 

Pressing a kiss to his knuckles, the tears fell as I pressed it against my stomach, against the growing new life that he had filled me with, and yet had left me behind with. 

I took extra precaution with his face, dabbing at his skin than pulling or rubbing, gently removing the blood and grime that covered the handsome face I had fallen in love with. With a sigh, I leaned down, pressing my lips for the last time, nuzzling his cheek. 

‘I love you Joel Miller, and I always will.’ 

It felt like an hour passed when I decided to pull away from him, kissing his forehead one last time as I grabbed the bloodied water and sponge before leaving the room, again ignoring the stares that seemed to follow me. 

Only once I had reached the porch of the house, I allowed the bucket to fall from my grip, the water splattering across the snow along with the sponge, knees buckling beneath me as I tripped at the steps. Too tired to move, I curled up against the stairs, shaking as I sobbed into the wooden planked floor.

A/N: Okay! This isn’t the epilogue (THAT IS COMING DON’T WORRY) but I thought I’d do a collection of stories before Joel died and some after he died. I was gonna do separate stories but I’m gonna make some connected to this specific story line/couple I’ve created after Lost Connection. Hope you’ll be patient with some ideas I have cooking!

Requests are open for Last of Us Requests! You can also request with prompts just remember the list(s) and number(s) you wanna include. 

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[theultimatefanficwriter]

Gundham’s bday is Dec 14 that’s right around the corner :) Could do a scenario where you plan a date for him at Monoworld. He’s hesitant not cause he doesn’t like it, but because he’s never really celebrated his bday before. He enjoys the date & you show him his surprise. It’s a surprise bday party for him & everyone is there. The gift is a toy car that fits the Devas & the cake is a vegan pumpkin cake. He cries and hugs/ kisses you a lot so. Super fluff

Of course I can write for best boy’s birthday! And this prompt is amazing! Requests are still closed, but I was planning on writing for Gundham’s birthday anyway, so I just decided to use this request!

This takes place during the Island Mode of Danganronpa 2.

His First Birthday-Gundham Tanaka x Reader(Happy Birthday, Gundham!)

You blinked open your eyes to the sound of Usami’s morning announcement, something that had become routine since you woke up on this island and were told you and sixteen others were to be staying here for the foreseeable future. 

And that had been life for quite some time now. You and the others had grown close while exploring and cleaning up the island. However, there was one individual you had gotten particularly close to; the Ultimate Animal Breeder, Gundham Tanaka. The two of you formed a strong bond rather quickly, until he finally worked up the courage to ask you out.

You adored him, and now today was a very special day for the animal lover.

You hopped out of your bed, a large smile on your face as you quickly got ready and made your way out of your cottage. As you stepped outside, you noticed Gundham leaving his own home. Your eyes met, and the breeder smiled as you made your way to him.

“Ah, good morning, my sparrow.” He greeted you, his four Dark Devas crawling out from his scarf to see you as well. “Was your rest a pleasant one?”

You nodded, reaching out a hand to scratch Cham-P behind his ear. “It was!” You smiled lovingly up at Gundham. “I was super excited about today.”

Gundham furrowed his brow. “Excited? About what, my paramour?”

You giggled and shook your head. “Oh come on. Have you forgotten your own birthday?!” You grabbed ahold of Gundham’s hands, an action that never failed to make the self proclaimed Dark Lord blush. “I have plans for today!”

“A-ah, that is not necessary, my queen.” Your boyfriend assured you, pulling one of his hands free from yours in order to raise his scarf over his red face. “Merely basking in your presence is all I require for this day.”

You gave a soft smirk. “Well luckily for you, that’s the plan! You and I are going to go on a date!” You began lightly tugging on the breeder’s hand as you made your way to the main island. “In fact, we should get going right now!”

The Overlord of Ice’s eyes widened in surprise as you gently dragged him behind you. “B-but what of our daily meeting with the mortals?!”

You rolled your eyes. “It’ll be fine! Something tells me they won’t miss us. Now come on! Just get moving already!”

Gundham let out a sigh and shook his head, a soft smile forming on his face. “Very well. Even I know better than to argue with you when you have set a goal, my love.” And with that, the boy allowed you to lead him to your destination.

~~~

“The...amusement park?” Gundham raised a brow as you came to a stop at the fourth island. “This is where you plan for us to have our date?”

You nodded, excitement basically pouring from you. “Yup! It’s really the only date spot I could think of.” You looked up at him, and your smile faltered when you noticed his...less than enthused expression. “Oh...is...is it not a good place? We can go somewhere else if you want...”

Gundham looked at you as you spoke, and his features softened. “You misunderstand, my fallen angel.” He began. “It is not that I am not happy. I am pleased just to be beside you. It is just...” The breeder bit the inside of his cheek and glanced away. “I...never really celebrated the day of my birth. It was simply something I was not so...excited for.”

You let out an ‘Ah’ sound as you understand. “Right. That makes sense.” You grinned and leaned up to plant a peck on Gundham’s cheek, which caused the boy to once again start blushing. “Well, I would like to start celebrating it! I want to show you how much I appreciate you. And I think the birth of the Overlord of Ice is something worth celebrating!”

Gundham chuckled at that, and he smiled lovingly at you. “Very well, my queen. Though you truly do not have to go through so much trouble.”

“It’s no trouble, really!” You assured him before grabbing his hand and tugging him in a direction yet again. “Now come on! We still got some time before we need to get to your surprise, so let’s have some fun!”

Your lover glanced at you quizzically. “Surprise? My sparrow, you did not-”

“Yeah yeah I know, I didn’t have to go through this trouble, shut up.” You interrupted him. 

Gundham snorted and shook his head at that as the two of you made your way around the park.

~~~

The two of you spent the majority of the day at the park, riding the rides, the rollercoaster, and playing games ran by Usami. You did purposely avoid going into Nezumi Castle, and you could tell Gundham was becoming suspicious. But thankfully you wouldn’t have to dodge his questions for much longer. 

You looked to a clock on a nearby wall and beamed, grabbing onto your boyfriend’s hand and looking up into his eyes. “How have you enjoyed the date, my dark lord?” You asked him.

The breeder smiled lovingly at you. “It was incredible, my queen. The perfect way to finally celebrate my arrival to this plane.”

You grinned and leaned up, planting a kiss on his cheek. “I’m glad you’re having fun, cause we’re not done yet!”

Your lover raised a brow. “There is still more? It’s getting quite late, my sparrow.”

“This’ll be worth it, I promise!” You assured him, yet again tugging lightly on his hand.

Gundham sighed and quickly relented, allowing you to pull him along until you stopped in front of Nezumi Castle. “Ah, so the mystery of this building is to finally be revealed?” He teased, giving you a soft smirk.

You rolled your eyes. “Just close your eyes, ok? Don’t open them until I say!”

Gundham obeyed, closing his eyes and listening to the sound of the castle doors creaking open. He then felt you gently pull him inside and close the doors behind him.

“Ok! You can look now!”

Your paramour slowly did as he was told, and as he looked around the room, he suddenly froze. There, in front of him, were the others you had been trapped on this island with. Beside them was a large table with a gift wrapped box on it, and a fairly big orange tinted cake.

“Surprise!” Everyone called out, Ibuki even releasing a party popper. “Happy birthday, Gundham!”

Your poor boyfriend simply stood there, staring at you as he took everything in.

Your friends looked at each other worriedly. “Uh, is he ok?” Mahiru asked Hiyoko quietly.

You frowned and slowly approached Gundham. “Babe? Are…are you alright? Is it too much?” You suddenly started to worry. “I-I’m sorry, I thought you’d like having all our friends celebrate your birthday with you. I-I didn’t mean to-”

You were cut off when Gundham pulled you into a tight embrace. You let out a surprised squeak, but quickly softened in his grip. When the animal lover pulled away, your worry returned as you noticed tears staining his cheeks. Before you could say anything, he smiled.

“My...my love...This is truly the kindest thing anyone has ever done for me. I do not deserve this. I do not deserve you, my dark queen.” He whispered, reaching a hand up to gently caress your face. “No one has ever gone to such effort all for me before.”

You chuckled softly and leaned up to kiss his cheek. “It really isn’t a problem, Gundham. You’re worth all of this and more.” You turned to the table and gestured to the present. “Now, come on! Open up your gift! I worked really hard on figuring out what to get you.”

“And then after, we can partake in the pumpkin cake I made for us to all enjoy!” Teruteru spoke up, a smug grin on his face. 

Your boyfriend looked over to the chef. “A pumpkin cake?” He repeated.

“I know pumpkin is your favorite food, so I asked Teruteru to bake you a pumpkin cake!” You informed him. “And don’t worry, it’s vegan.”

A small smile formed on Gundham’s face. He looked into your eyes for a short while before approaching the table and reaching forward to unwrap the gift. You watched excitedly as he tore the paper off and placed it to the side revealing a cardboard box. The animal tamer glanced over at you before opening the top of the box. As he peeked inside, you saw his eyes widen. You giggled as he reached inside and pulled out the gift; a toy car with four seats. He turned to you, holding the car.

You smiled happily. “Do you like it?” You asked him. “I thought long and hard about what to get you, and I decided to ask Kazuichi to tinker with this toy car so that the Devas could control it.”

Gundham looked to Kazuichi in surprise. The mechanic shrugged and rubbed the back of his neck. “Look, I did it for Y/N?” He said, glaring at Gundham. “She’s my friend, and besides, as long as you’re with her you’ll stay away from Miss Sonia.”

You rolled your eyes and elbowed Kazuichi. “Yeah yeah, cool it, Kaz. I appreciate your help.” Your pink haired friend crossed his arms and grumbled.

“You...really contracted this mortal just to construct this vehicle for my Dark Devas?” The breeder asked softly. As he mentioned the Devas, they popped out of his scarf and scurried down to where he was holding the car. Gundham placed the car on the table and allowed the hamsters to climb inside it. After sniffing and inspecting it, they let out happy squeaks. Gundham beamed and turned to look at you, and you felt your heart swell at the joy in his face. “My fallen angel...thank you. This is the perfect present.”

You jumped in place excitedly at hearing that. “Oh, I’m so glad you liked it! I was hoping you wou-”

You were cut off by Gundham suddenly rushing towards you and pressing his lips against yours. You quickly returned the kiss, smiling into it as your boyfriend wrapped his arms around you. 

The two of you stayed there for a short time and only pulled apart when Hajime cleared his throat. “Um...we’re still here.” The unknown Ultimate said, rubbing the back of his head and looking away. 

You watched as Gundham suddenly turned a bright red and pulled his scarf over his face. You giggled and kissed his cheek. “You’re cute when you’re embarrassed.” You whispered, placing your head on his chest. “I’m glad you’ve enjoyed your birthday, Gundham.”

The breeder glanced down at you and smiled softly. “As I’ve been saying, all I need to enjoy this day is to spend it with you. You are the light to my dark soul, Y/N.” He told you, placing his forehead against yours. “Thank you for being in my life, my sparrow.”

You felt tears of happiness fill your eyes as you held him close. “No. Thank you for being in mine.” You murmured. “Happy birthday, my dark lord~”

I was given my first commission! I’m working on it as we speak! I just wanted to get this done for Gundham’s birthday! If anyone wants to commission me, the info is pinned on my Masterlist! I would greatly appreciate it!

[wildlittlefoxsworld]

The Promise | The Old Guard | Nicky and Joe

Summary: Joe and Nicky need some rest after the incidents from the past days. Joe saw his husband in pain and feared he could lose him forever. Booker betrayed Andy and his family and Joe can't forgive, not yet. He want Nicky for him alone and promise to worship him and show him his love on every way possible.

Author's Note: So, I watched The Old Guard on Netflix and it was awesome. I already saw it four times :) I wrote my first fanfiction in this fandom, it's about Nicky and Joe. I hope you enjoy, it's maybe the fluffiest fanfiction I've ever wrote before.

Warnings: fluff, smut

It's on AO3

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“Hundred years. That's my last word,” Andy said in a demanding voice that tolerated no protest. She stood up and went outside the door of the little café. Nile looked after her and then with soft eyes at Joe.

“It’s not enough. I don’t want to see him again. I hate him,” Joe mumbled to himself and glared hatefully outside the window. He was in rage, because of Booker they stumbled in the trap like helpless animals. It was his fault that they captured them and then he remembered the moments when his beloved one was hurt.

Yes, Nicolò lived, but he suffered and Joe couldn’t forget the painful look on his face and he couldn’t forget his own breath-taking pain when he waited the seconds until Nicky came back to life. And above all of this he couldn’t forgive Booker his betrayal.

Joe sensed a warm hand on his forearm that caressed the skin gently and his eyes flickered to the side. Light blue eyes watched him worriedly and immediately all his anger was dragged back behind black curtains in his head and was replaced with a tender feeling of love that spread through his body. Nicky was all he needed and all he ever wanted.

Nicky tried to soothe his fear of losing him and he succeeded most of the time, but today it was differently. Nicky couldn’t dispel the sadness in Joe’s eyes and this worried him much more. He only wanted to see him smile at him. Joe tried a weak smile, but failed when Andy came back to them.

Joe wanted to leave, he didn’t want to stay longer in the presence of the traitor and he would only find peace when he hold his husband securely in his arms.

“Let’s go,” Andy spoke firmly and reached for Nile’s hand to drag her out of the building and the couple followed them. They all grew fond of Nile in the past days and now she was part of them. Joe knew she would protect her no matter what. He just hoped that she would stay strong and never turned her back on them like Booker did. Maybe with time he could understand why he did what he did, Nile suggested earlier and he just shook his head and then shrugged his shoulders. It would need a long time, but before this would happen, his anger needed to fade. In the moment his anger was a burning flame in his chest.

Joe sat in the backseat with Nicky at his side. They were holding hands and getting lost in each other’s eyes. He breathed in deeply and Nicky squeezed his hand to let him know he was there, he would be always there.

“Each of my thoughts are about you,” Nicky whispered so only Joe could hear it and smiled lovingly at the muslim warrior. Joe called himself a lucky man to own something so fragile and precious like Nicky's heart and his heart belonged to Nicky.

He shoved his hand in the neck of the Italian man and pulled him in a eager kiss, their lips moved in perfect harmony after centuries of practice. “Each of my thoughts about you are improper,” he chuckled and pecked the corner of the other’s mouth. “I thought you would say something romantic, I liked it very much yesterday,” his boyfriend pouted.

“I promise that tonight I will be as romantic as I can be and worship every part of you,” Joe vowed.

“Keep your hands to yourself,” Andy admonished them like they were infants and all of them laughed.

“Yes, boss,” Joe replied dutifully and leaned back in the seat, but his eyes never left Nicky's figure and he couldn’t await until they would be finally alone.

Well, it took half of the day until his wishes came true and they arrived at the hotel they chose to spend the night. Andy assured him that they weren’t in rush and they would stay maybe another night.

Joe didn’t need to hear more and ushered Nicky in direction of their room. His lover only laughed with a shaking head, but let himself pushed gently forward. He knew how impatient Joe sometimes was, but he understood, he wanted Joe as well all to himself tonight.

Nicky put his bag on one of the armchairs in the small hotel room and in the next second he felt how strong arms wrapped around his waist. Wet lips trailed over the skin on his neck and placed tiny kisses under his ear. “You can’t wait, I knew it,” he exclaimed when Joe bit gently down and watched the red skin turned pale again. Sadly Joe could never leave love marks on this perfect body, but the little moments it lingered were burned in his memory.

Joe slid his own jacket off afore and now he helped Nicky out of his coat. Underneath he wore a simple grey shirt and Joe wanted this off as well. But he rather took his time with him later.

Joe inhaled the unique scent of Nicky when he looped his arms around him again. The other man relished the near and buried his face in the crook of Joe’s neck. “Let’s take a hot bath together and we cuddle in bed and I show you how much I adore you,” Joe suggested and Nicky loved and cherished Joe’s dedication to take care of him.

“Do you mind to prepare the bathtub? I will join you in a minute,” Joe suggested and run with spread fingers through Nicky’s hair and tugged at the roots slightly. A little moan escaped his pretty pink lips and Joe were thrilled to hear more of them. “You make the most exquisite noises.”

Nicky lose the hug and Joe saw a faint of blush on his cheeks. “You look pretty in red,” Joe teased him.

Nicky shook his head laughing.

“I hope to make you blush again tonight, but we're not in hurry.”

“Yeah, I like it more if we take it slow,” Nicky agreed and gave Joe a soft kiss that turned into slowly and tenderly making out. No one desired to let go of the other and their tongues touched shyly like the first times they explored their bodies.

“I’ll go in the bathroom before you forgot your promise.” With a wink Nicky disappeared behind the wooden door and Joe heard the swoosh of the water running in the tub. He was in hurry to fumble the things out of his bag. He placed everything on the bed he bought earlier at their stop at the gas station. He knew it wasn’t the finest things, but for Nicky he will made it perfect.

Joe placed the cream-colored candles on the nightstands and the dresser opposite to the bed. The soft light formed shadows on the walls and created a cosy atmosphere. He throw their blankets, they carried everywhere with them, across the king-sized bed and prepared champagne flutes.

Meanwhile Nicky discarded himself of his clothes and folded them neatly on the floor. He found some lavender scented bath essence and poured a little amount in the water. Foam spread on the surface in a faint lilac shade. He glided down in the tub and welcomed the warmth in his weary bones.

“You didn’t wait for me?” Joe mocked him as he entered the bathroom and Nicky opened his eyes lazy.

“Come then and join me,” Nicky allured him and shifted forwards when Joe touched his shoulders to climb behind him in the water. He leaned back against Joe’s chest and Joe traced patterns over his arms. His eyes flattered shut when Joe expanded his touch to chest and gasped when the digits grazed his nipples. Joe chuckled and then his mouth was on Nicky’s ear, nibbling on the earlobe. He knew it drove him crazy and the gasping turned into panting when his nails scratched over the sensitive skin on the chest.

Nicky was consumed with longing for his touch and especially for his kiss. He turned his head to the side, one hand was shoved in Joe’s hair, fingers turned in a fist and pulled him closer to connect their lips. Nicky licked demanding into his mouth and Joe didn’t hesitate to meet him. It was like their bodies were on fire and shocks of lust let them shiver.

Nicky showed him exactly how much he desired him, only him, it would be always him. In this kiss was all of his love, even if it went messy and uncoordinated, they loved it.

“If you keep going… amore mio, it will be over too soon. Do you want this?” Joe warned him in lovingly tone and Nicky watched him considered. “Sounds tempting, but I want you worship me. Maybe tomorrow,” he answered smiling.

“As you wish, darling. Hand me the washcloth.” Nicky did like he was told and he enjoyed how Joe rubbed every inch of his skin with the soft fabric. He almost purred when skilled fingers washed his hair and massaged the scalp.

“You can do magic with your fingers, all my bones feel like jelly. I don't think I can stand alone,” Nicky observed and moaned low when Joe lowered his hands to his still tensed muscles of shoulders and back. “Don't worry, I'll carry you over to the bed.”

“Always a gentleman. I appreciate that,” Nicky replied and Joe knew he was smiling. Nicky loved to be spoiled and Joe wouldn't hesitate to fulfill all of his lover's wishes.

“Do you want to go in the bedroom?” Nicky asked after they relaxed for another twenty minutes in the warm water after he washed Joe's body too. Absently Joe played with a few strands of Nicky's hair, but he nodded and kissed Nicky's temple.

“You got all wrinkly,” Joe laughed and reached for the green towel to rub himself dry. Nicky was next and like always Joe helped him, because he couldn't keep his hands off Nicky.

They couldn't resist when they were so close that they felt the breath of the other on their faces. Eyes stayed locked for a few heartbeats and then their lips collided tenderly, only pressed together and they remained in position listening to each other's breathing. When they broke the kiss no words were needed to say.

Joe took care if emptying the bath tub after he wrapped Nicky into a bigger towel and he sat down on a stool.

“You look cute with your wet and messy hair,” Joe noticed and Nicky snorted playfully. “Yesterday I was sexy, what's about that?”

Joe gave him a side glance. “Now you're cute, but later while moaning and my fingers do their magic you'll be very sexy.”

“I'm looking forward,” Nicky retorted and licked his lips. He knew what Joe's promise meant, the focus will be on him tonight. Joe will devour him in every way possible.

With one hand Joe covered Nicky's eyes and with the other hand me maneuvered him safely to the bedroom.

“What kind of surprise is this?” Nicky asked curiously. He didn't get an answer, but the hand disappeared and his eyes widenend in astonishment.

“You are truly romantic. You know how to treat your husband right,” Nicky complimented and smiled happily at Joe.

“Only the best for you.”

Joe took Nicky's face in his hands and stroked over his cheekbones. “You are the most beautiful man I've ever seen,” Joe said awestruck. Even after all this years Nicky got butterflies in his stomach from Joe's words.

Nicky let the towel fall from his shoulders and placed his hand on Joe's hip. “I'm all yours, forever.”

Joe didn't want to wait any longer. He kissed the man he loved with every ounce of his heart and guided him slowly back until Nicky felt the edge of the bed against his legs.

Joe pushed him down and Nicky let himself fall, but propped his body up on the lower arms.

His eyes roamed the body he knew so well and he was still mesmerized. “I want you to lay back and only feel. Can you do that for me?,” Joe instructed him.

With a chuckle Nicky made himself comfortable on the soft pillows and noticed their blankets on the bed. “You make every place to feel like home.”

“You're my home,” Joe whispered and crawled over his husband to kiss his nose, his cheeks and chin, spend a little more time on the neck and started with open mouthed kisses on his collarbone.

In the process Nicky closed his eyes and enjoyed the alone time with Joe. It was so rarely that they had time to love each other, to make love to each other.

“Your body is a piece of art,” Joe said while his fingers traced the outlines of Nicky's rips.

“You are not skimping on compliments, and I don't complain…” His voice cracked and a moan slipped from his mouth when Joe's tongue circled around his nipple.

“I just say the truth.”

But Joe told no more compliments and he kissed and licked over and sucked on Nicky's body to arouse him in a maximum, to make Nicky moaning and groaning. He wiggled under Joe's talented mouth and the caressing and massaging with his warm hands drove him wild. Nicky begged to be touched, he whispered “more” in italian and “please” in arabic, desperated and yearningly.

Joe avoided the area between Nicky's legs on purpose. He was a man who hold his word and he savored every moment of Nicky's noises from pleasure.

Nicky knew that he wasn't teased by Joe or punished, it was a delicate torture. But he also knew that his release would come soon. He saw the glint of mishiev in Joe's brown eyes and the promise that he will recieve an unforgetable pleasure.

With a lovingly smile Joe reached with one hand under the pillows and grabbed a little bottle.

Nicky's body prickled from excitement as he recognised the substance in the bottle.

“Are ready for me? Do you want me to make you feel good?” Joe asked for his consent and Nicky fisted the sheets between his fingers, his head nodding eagerly.

“Is there someone needy?” Joe teased.

“No teasing today, tesoro mio. Per favore,” Nicky begged. “You promised.”

Joe couldn't deny his lover anything and his fingers worked carefully as penetrated Nicky's lower parts. He prepared him conscientiously and Nicky's breathing increased like his heartbeat. With every little movement he moaned delighted.

“Look at you, I’ve only started using my fingers and you’ve already shaking,” Joe observed stunned that he could still make his husband falling apart from incredible pleasure. He loved that he was the cause for Nicky's condition. Panting, sweating, skin flushed pink, eyes scrunched and lips half parted.

“I love the sounds you make when you come undone. You're doing so good,” Joe praised. He could held himself back, but he was painfully errected and didn't want to wait any longer to take his husband.

“My love… I want to make you mine…,” Joe required yearningly, but he searched for Nicky's eyes and a silence questions was asked.

“Yes, yes, make me yours. Make love to me,” Nicky whined and Joe didn't hestitate to thrust into him slowly. Nicky wrapped his legs around his lover's slim waist, Joe leaned over him with his arms aroubd Nicky's shoulders and they began to rock their bodies.

It was intimate, lovingly, tenderly and above all agonizingly slow. They looked deep in each other's eyes and forgot the world around them.

Eventually Joe picked up a quicker pace, because both of them were at the end of their strenghts to delay the climax.

“Yusuf, just like that, don't stop,” Nicky shouted and a few seconds later behind his eyelids exploded a firework. He was in a pure bliss and Joe joined him just a moment later with Nicky's name on his lips.

“Can we stay like this forever?” Nicky mumbled when he laid with his head on Joe's chest. Joe tightened his arms around him and snuggled closer to him.

“For now. Tomorrow we'll maybe fight again. But you will have me forever… as long as you want me,” Joe answered with a sleepy voice, he was very tired.

“I could never want anyone else but you. Now sleep, my love. I'll be here when you wake up,” Nicky assured him.

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[crimson-mage-02]

Beautiful in White

Summary: The engaged couple, Damian and Raven couldn’t wait to get married and had started planning their wedding. But it wasn’t as easy as fighting crime and saving the world as they thought it would be. So, they had help from their family and friends.

@damirae-week this is my Damirae wedding for May 15th. 

A/N: Hello everyone, sorry if it took me so long to do this. But i managed to finish it! I hope everyone like my fanfic. And it will be on Ao3 also. I’ll make more Damirae fanfic in the future after making this. 

Damian woke up with the sun shining in his room and he looked over at his other side, seeing his sleeping fiancée besides him. He smiled gently and put her hair out of the way to see her beautiful face. He kissed her on the forehead before getting out of the bed.

They were alone in the Wayne Manor and his father had trusted him to be responsible while he is away. Damian took this chance to take Raven to the manor in spending time together. Alone. He was in the kitchen making some breakfast with Titus eating his food on the floor. He pet him softly as he licked his hand.

Damian walked back to his bedroom and saw his fiancée was reading a book. He smiled and walked inside with a tray and some roses in a little vase. “Oh, how sweet of you.” Raven chuckled as she gave him a soft kiss on the lips.

“Anything for my beautiful bride.” Damian smiled, sitting beside her, and watched her eating her breakfast he had made just for her. He saw that she was continuing with the bridesmaid dress planning with Genevieve. She has been sending her some of the photos she had taken.

“So, while we are here, what are we going to do?” Raven asked.

“Just to be us today. No one to interrupt us. No one to bother us. Just you and me.” Damian replied and kissed her on the head with her chuckling in amusement and fed him some pancakes.

“Sounds great.” Raven smiled lovingly at her fiancé. God, how much she loved that word. She looked at her ring and thought back of her surprise proposal. It was everything she ever wanted. She thought no one could ever love her just the way she is. And she does love Damian the way he is. Sure, he was rude and closed up before, he had grown to be a person and grew to love and care for everyone. She was glad she met him. She was blessed to have him in her life.

Damian took a bite of her pancake and Raven glared at him playfully. She grinned and put some cream on his face. Damian chuckled in amusement and licked the cream on his face. They both spent the morning in the Manor, they walked in Gotham park with Damian playing fetch with Titus while Raven meditates and, in the afternoon, they went back to the Manor to get their wedding plans started before getting back to the Titans Tower.

Raven was looking at the magazines of wedding dresses and was trying to figure out what kind of style she most love. She cannot choose when there’s plenty of wedding dresses! There’s millions. She looked over at Damian who was cooking some lunch for themselves. “You think, Kori would help me with choosing a wedding dress? Or even Lois?” Raven asked.

Damian looked over at his fiancée who was looking through a handful of wedding magazines. He could see she is clearly having a hard time to choose one dress for their special day. “I think you could ask them for help. For inspiration. I mean, we don’t have until next year. We still need to do our missions and I need to finish my school. I’m graduating soon.” Damian replied.

“Perhaps, I should call Lois and Clark beforehand.” Raven said as she put aside the magazines with Damian bringing their lunch on the table.

“And I need Grayson to get off of my back for once, he was nagging me about getting a tux for the wedding.” Damian said, taking a bite from the chicken with Raven smirking in amusement. She’d always thought he would look great in a tux, makes him more handsome and sexy to her liking.

“Well, you always look good in those tux. I seen you wear them all the time.” Raven smiled. “You do look, handsome and sexy in them.”

Damian blushed and choked on his coffee and wiped his mouth with a cloth and looked a Raven as his eyes widened. He was still flustered from what she had said. She was giggling and then got up from her seat to make her a tea. Damian just sat there in shock and was still processing it until he got a message from his brother. “Ugh, Grayson wants to see me again for the tenth time this week.”

“He just wants to see you, Damian. Nothing wrong with that.” Raven smiled as she sat on his lap while sipping on her tea with Damian smelling the aroma of her tea. Raven glanced at his curious look and smiled. “You want to try?”

Damian raised an eyebrow. “I’m a coffee buff. But I’ll try.” He grabbed the cup from her and sipped some tea. He hummed thoughtfully and said. “It doesn’t taste that bad.”

“See? Isn’t all that bad?” Raven grinned. Damian chuckled and gave back her cup and then got another message. He groaned in annoyance seeing all those text messages.

Hurry up, lovebird!

We need you here now. ASAP!

Bruce wants you to come here now, slowpoke. You can get it on with your fiancée after this.

Raven laughed when she saw the messages on his phone. “Go. I’ll be alright. Titus will keep me company.” Titus barked as he chewed on his chew toy and whined sadly.

“What is it, boy?” Damian asked worriedly with Raven raising her eyebrow.

“I think I know why he is like that.” Raven said. “He is just feeling lonely.”

“But he got us.” Damian pointed out with Titus putting his head on his leg while he pet him affectionately. He doesn’t know why he looked so sad for the past couple days.

“I think he wants to have a friend. Or a maybe a lover?” Raven suggested as she pet him as well. Damian now gets it and realised he and her were getting married soon. Titus was feeling alone because he doesn’t have anyone by his side.

“That may be true.” Damian said.

“I’ll take him for a walk. You go and see what Dick wants you to do.” Raven said as she planted a kiss on his forehead.

“Alright but call if you need help.” Damian called out to his fiancée as he was left alone in the kitchen. He sighed and decided to see his brother and his father, to see what they were up to. He got dressed up in his civilian clothes and tracked his brother’s phone and saw he was in a luxury shop where he can get his own tux for his wedding.

He drove there all the way on his motorcycle and parked it where Alfred was and saw his mentor was talking to him. “Oh, hey Damian, Dick called and wants me to help out in choosing the perfect tux.”

“Gen, they all look the same.” Damian pointed with Genevieve smirking. “But I would do anything for Raven to make her happy.”

“Great! Then Grandpapa offered to take all of us for dinner, right? Grandpapa?” Genevieve smiled at her grandfather.

“Yes, it is my gift for you, Master Damian.” Alfred said.

Damian was speechless and was about to say something, but he doesn’t want to let him down and smiled gratefully. “Thank you, Alfred. I do appreciate my gift.”

“Hey, hey, here comes the groom!” Dick chuckled as he messed with his hair. Damian pushed him way with a grin while Bruce came out of the store.

“Son, we have been waiting for you.” Bruce smiled with Damian smiling softly at his father and went into the store. Dick and Genevieve were looking at the new arrivals while Damian was looking at a poster of a newly wedded couple. They both looked happy and carefree. He was worried about one thing most: Parenthood.

He doesn’t know if he will be a good father. Or even capable of looking after children. Looking after Titus was easier but children? It will never be easy. He hoped he wouldn’t let Raven down. He swore to protect and love her until the end.

“Hey, you okay, kid?” Genevieve asked.

“I hope…. I won’t mess up.” Damian voiced his concerns.

“You won’t mess anything up. Raven loves you. You. She loves you for who you are. Just remember we are all here to help you.” Genevieve said to him as she smiled. After finishing teaching him, Damian viewed her as his cousin as well as Dick, since Alfred has been with the Wayne family for years. They view each other as family and cousins.

“Thanks, Gen. You give great advices. Much better than Grayson over there.” Damian smirked.

“Heh, glad to hear that. Just to let you know, during his teenage years, he was deadbeat dense about his feelings for Kori.” Genevieve smirked.

“Hey! Spilling secrets are we, now?” Dick asked with a grin.

“Oh, nothing, why don’t we find the perfect tux for Dami here?” Genevieve as she put her hands on his shoulders and push him to try a tux.

“I hate that nickname.” Damian mumbled. “And these tux look all the same!”

“Come on!” Genevieve squealed with Dick cheering on Damian to try a tux. Damian was beginning to protest against them until his father had found tux one. He gulped and was pulled by his mentor and he was dragged into the changing room.

Damian was forced to change, and he groaned in defeat, changing his clothes into his fitted tux. He got out of the dressing room and looked at himself and the tux. This isn’t so bad. Not to itchy or uncomfortable. He heard Genevieve beaming with pride behind him and he slumped down in annoyance.

“Damian, you look great in this.” Genevieve smiled with beaming pride.

“Nice! All we need is a red and blue flowers.” Dick winked as he took a photo and sent it to Luke and Kate.

“Look I do appreciate that you all are doing this, but our wedding isn’t until next year.” Damian said to his family.

“We all do know. We are just being prepared. Genevieve and Alfred had pulled some strings to get a caterer for the food while you and Rachel get prepared for a venue.” Bruce said with a soft smile.

“Thank you, Father.” Damian thanked his father with Genevieve taking a photo of father and son.

“Well, this. This will go on the album.” Genevieve grinned with Dick looking at her camera.

The whole day, the Wayne and Pennyworth family spent the whole day in the city while Raven was with Titus and the Kent’s. Clark and Lois came and visited Raven in Gotham and spent the whole day spending time together. Celebrating the occasion of her engagement with Damian. “Still can’t believe she is getting married.” Clark said in disbelief.

“Well, honey, believe it. She is in love and getting married soon.” Lois said with a smile. “Let her enjoy today.”

“You’re right, honey.” Clark agreed with a smile on his face with Raven looking at something through the window with interest.

(~)

Later that night, Damian texted Raven that he’ll be late to go to the Manor. He was glad to hear Raven wasn’t alone. She was with the Kent’s in Smallville to enjoy some quiet and peace while Jon was sending him pictures of the field with Raven getting some flowers with Lois.

Damian could see the most genuine smile from his fiancée. She was really enjoying the peace in the country. No noises, no distraction. Sounded like a perfect place to live in. But they’ll talk about how they are going to live their lives and where they are going to live.

“Hey, Damian, do you want any?” Genevieve asked him, giving him some ice-cream. “Heh, don’t worry, it is a really good ice cream. Better than the one we had few months ago.”

Damian smiled accepting the ice-cream. It was a chocolate flavoured ice-cream this time. He tasted it slowly. “Hmm, it is not that bad.”

“I’m glad.” Genevieve smiled.

“So, what are you doing now? Since you’ve finished tutoring me?” Damian asked. “I could suggest to Father that you could take a position as an assistant.”

“Hmm, well, that is a nice offer, but I would also be a baker for him. And for your wedding.” Genevieve thought as she ate her ice cream. “And by the way, Raven has told me about Titus.”

“Yes, he has been acting very depressed. She suggested he should have a companion with him. Perhaps…” Damian trailed off.

“A mate? Well, that’s cute.” Genevieve grinned. “Maybe you should look for another dog.”

“Hey, Gen, Damian, you think this cake looks good?” Dick called out to his friend and brother as he stood in front of a café. Damian looked at the big layered cake that was displayed in front of the window. It was a five layered cake with some icing on it and has some decorations around the edges.

“Wow, that is a great wedding cake. Grandpapa and I should take some references from the baker.” Genevieve said with a smile.

“How about the cake that you made for Kori? Raven liked the design you had made.” Damian suggested. He didn’t want to have a very grand and big wedding cake, neither does Raven. “I mean, sure, I would want to have a big wedding cake, but I just wanted a simple wedding cake with no ‘over the board designs’.”

“Okay, cuz, you got it.” Genevieve smiled as she nudged him on the arm affectionately.

“That’s ticked off. We got the tux and the cake down. Now Raven has to find the flowers she likes.” Dick said as he ticked off the list.

Damian looked at him weirdly with Genevieve looking at him like she is very annoyed. Damian knew they were good friends and Titans fellows from the old generation, but he does sometimes get on her nerves sometimes. “Hey, why are you so excited about this?”

“Cause, he is my brother. I am his best man! I Clark will walking Raven down the aisle and Constantine will be officiating the wedding.” Dick said as he read the list.

“Constantine agreed to do this?” Genevieve asked as she scrunched her nose and then ate the rest of her ice cream.

“Yes, he did. And I get to pick the DJ.” Dick smirked at her.

“Okay, playboy, I’ll make the most wonderful wedding cake with my grandfather. You’ll see, circus boy.” Genevieve challenged.

“Bring it, arrow girl.” Dick grinned with Damian groaning in annoyance with his father by his side seeing the two arguing. For the five time today.

“It is nice to see those two as friends again.” Bruce said with a smile.

“Yes, and to hear their bickering. It is very peaceful.” Alfred smiled as he saw his granddaughter had Master Dick in a headlock and was shouting out something while Damian was smirking at the sight.

(~)

“Raven? Rachel?” Damian called out to his fiancée in the Manor. The Wayne and Pennyworth family had arrived back from their family time. Genevieve was getting multiple texts from a certain someone.

“Hey, hey, looks who’s getting text messages all day long.” Dick teased with Genevieve glaring at him.

“Back off, it’s just Roy.” Genevieve said.

“I’m not surprised. You two are quite a pair.” Damian smirked with Genevieve groaning in annoyance and growled at Dick who smiled nervously and putting his hands up to show he didn’t tell Damian.

“W-well, it was just one date.” Genevieve blushed lightly as she looked away from the boys. They were acting like she is the older sister they get to annoy her. They were starting to annoy the hell out of her. She put her phone away until Dick managed to get it from her.

Genevieve growled and tackled him onto the ground like how they used to when they were fellow titans. Bruce sighed as well as Alfred and left them to do their own thing while Damian was recording the fight and argument until he heard barking inside.

“Damian, what did I say about Titus barking inside?” Bruce scolded.

“Father, that is not Titus.” Damian said slowly with an eyebrows raised in confusion.

Then Titus appeared with another dog and played around the room with Raven coming out of the hall. “Sorry, I just wanted this to be a surprise.” She grabbed the leash from a new dog that she had purchased for Damian. As a surprise. A wedding gift.

The fight between Dick and Genevieve had calmed down when they saw the new dog. Damian smiled and then bent down to let the dog walk towards him. Then she jumped on him with Titus jumping around excitedly. “What should we name him, beloved?”

“Well, she is my wedding gift for you. You can name her.” Raven offered to her fiancé.

Damian wondered for a few moments and then thought of an idea. An idea she might like. If that is, she agrees. “How about… Arella?”

Raven gasped softly and looked at him, then at the white dog. That was the name of her mother. She loved it. It does suit her. “Sounds perfect.” Genevieve pushed Dick down on the floor with Titus licking his face and she went to pet their new dog, Arella.

Bruce went over to Raven and gave her his gift for the wedding. He had given one to Damian already and it was a key to their honeymoon beach house. She was speechless and thought it was too much. She can’t get so much from her future father-in-law. He insisted it was a gift for her and his son.

He and Raven have been spending time together as new father-in-law and daughter-in-law. They had been getting very well as Raven spent time with Genevieve, Kate, and Barbara for the new wedding plans. Genevieve and Kori have been discussing for Raven’s new wedding dress. They have been going through a lot of designs and different shops to find new dresses.

After dinner time, Damian and Raven were having some private time in their room with their new dogs. Raven traced her finger on his naked broad chest and listened to his heart beat. Damian let her lean on his arm to rest as he looked at the ceiling of his room.

“Rachel?”

“Yes, Dami?” Raven asked.

“Who told you that?” Damian asked with a fond smile. Not that he doesn’t like it when she calls him by that ‘horrible’ nickname that Genevieve kept on calling him ever since becoming close friends and had developed a close immediate cousin relationship. He had always look up to her as a family member in the Wayne Family.

Raven chuckled with amusement softly as she got up and straddled on his lap with her caressing his cheeks and kissed him. “Gen told me you hated that nickname. But I wanted to see if you like it when I say it. So, you were saying?”

“I was wondering, you want a beach wedding? In front of our beach house?” Damian asked.

Raven hummed happily and laid her head on his chest to listen to his heart beat with a smile. “Sounds perfect, Dami. I love that.”

“Only you can call me by that nickname. And also Gen.” Damian smiled with Raven laughing softly.

A Year Later

Damian punched one thug in the face with Nightwing behind him and then kicked one thug down. Guns were heard above them and heard Red Hood aka Jason Todd was laughing. “What’s so funny?”

“Oh, nothing Robin. Looks like someone getting laid soon!” Red Hood chuckled proudly with Nightwing grinning at his little brother.

“Oh, yeah. Big time.” Nightwing said as he finished the fight and had tied the enemy to the poles and Red Hood was checking the bag that was filled with civilians belongings. “Better get this back.”

“Yeah, you do that while I offer our little bird some advice.” Red Hood said as Nightwing and Damian glared at him. Nightwing left to give back the items to civilians knowing that Jason wanted to talk to him.

“Quit it, will you? And don’t call me that.” Robin glared at him.

“Heh, okay. Look, buddy, I’m glad that you got the girl you are marrying and, let me tell you. Girls can be scary when they are furious. And my girl, Artemis and I had ups and down, but we made it that far to be a couple. And just spend more precious moments with your girl before they are all gone.” Red Hood said patting his shoulders with the police coming towards them.

Damian stood there wondering what his adoptive brother had said. All he ever wanted is to spend the rest of his life with Raven. That is all he ever wanted. He started out as a bratty, selfish person until he met her. He had changed for her. Because of her, he had become a better person. He went into the light and made new friends and family. He wants to spend all the moments with her. To show how much he loves her.

Later that night, Damian went to the Manor with Dick taking off his mask and grinned at him, knowing what the next day will be. He was stoked for the next day to finally see his little brother becoming a man. “Well, my little brother getting married. Oh, I’m so proud.”

Damian chuckled in amusement. “Don’t get all misty eyed on me, Grayson. I know it is a big day and we all need to have a very good rest after tonight’s mission.”

“Damian is right. You getting ready for your wedding is the most important day. You prepared, son?” Bruce asked.

“Yes, I am, Father. Although, I don’t think Jason and Dick are prepared for this.” Damian said, gesturing to his other two brothers. Bruce hummed thoughtfully and saw his other two sons were all looking at some pre teenage Damian photos on Dick’s wrist comm.

“I do hope that my future daughter-in-law is doing fine. Genevieve, Kate, and Barbara are still at the Tower celebrating. Your friends Jaime, Jon, Garfield and Wally are just waiting for you.” Bruce said.

Damian nodded and went to his bedroom and saw his friends were waiting for him. They were all shouting and celebrating that he is getting married tomorrow! Garfield was getting the beer with Jaime helping him to open it. Jon gave him a gentle nudge on the arm and grinned at him. Wally was already eating the food that was on a small table with Titus eating his own food in his tray.

In the Tower, the girls were with Raven in the lounge room celebrating with Kori hugging her with tears of joy and pride, seeing her friend and sister-in-law is going to get married. Terra was looking at the song list and hummed thoughtfully. “Some of these songs are good, I assume Damian picked some of these?”

“He did want to help out.” Raven replied with a smile.

“Oh, that is so romantic.” Donna squealed. Genevieve was braiding her hair and saw Donna had gave her the song lost and she looked over her shoulder and saw over 100 songs on the list. She smiled knowing Damian can secretly be romantic to Raven. He doesn’t want to show it to the others, but she did bring out the most gentle, soft, and romantic side from Damian.

“I am so happy for the two of you.” Genevieve smiled.

“Yes, I cannot wait to go to the wedding tomorrow. But not wearing our dresses.” Barbara said. “And I am doing this for you, Raven. Only you.”

“Yeah, I never knew the kid had it in him. Finding a beautiful and confident woman like you.” Kate said with a smile.

Raven smiled gratefully at her friends. “Thanks. I am just nervous. That’s all.”

“It’s alright, to be nervous. It is perfectly normal.” Kori smiled. “You do fine, Raven.”

Raven nodded and then saw Genevieve and Kate were laughing at something on their phones. “Guys, the boys are having a massive party at the Manor, look.” Kate laughed.

Terra saw the photo of Gar as a dog and had destroyed something in the room with Bruce scolding him as Damian glared at him with Jon and Jaime laughing in the background. “Ugh, Jaime. I told him to behave as well.” Traci groaned.

“Don’t worry, they are always like this in the Tower.” Raven assured her.

“Wait, have you got the dress, Raven?” Genevieve asked.

“Yes, Kori and I went to get it all cleaned up. It’s in my room and I will be getting ready for tomorrow as we leave to the beach house for the wedding.” Raven replied with a smile as she hugged her legs to her chest.

“What’s wrong? You worried?” Barbara asked.

“To be honest, I have never felt so scared in my entire life. I am scared if I mess things up. Ended up like a disappointment to Damian. I mean, I do love him. I really do. I don’t want to fail him.” Raven replied.

“Raven, you won’t mess it up. I am sure you guys will happy after getting married. Damian loves you and only you.” Barbara smiled.

“Heck, if he does hurt you in any way. I’ll drop a boulder on him.” Tara said with a smirk. Donna and Traci giggled imagine Tara dropping a big rock on their leader.

“And Raven, whatever happens, if you need help. We all are here for you.” Kori smiled at her. Raven smiled, glad to have such great friends like them. She was grateful that Genevieve had helped her to get along with the other girls and teammates as she struggled to become a people’s person. She had also helped the Titans to become better fighters in their own way and she had made her to become a better person she is today.

“So, toast to the future Rachel Wayne!” Donna cheered with the other girls cheered and laughed cheerfully with Donna hugging Raven in a tight grip until Traci convinced her to let go of the future bride. They don’t want to have the bride to have a broken rib on her wedding day. Her fiancé will go nuts about it. Raven was holding her pillow and then looked at her Titan friends, she grinned and threw it at Tara. “Oh, it is on, Birdy.” Tara threw another pillow at Raven but missed and instead hit Donna on the head.

“Pillow Bridal Fight!” Donna shouted excitedly as she thrown the pillows at Genevieve and the other former Titan member Bumblebee who was laughing wholeheartedly. The girls had their pillow fight all night until they all fell asleep to get some rest for the big, big, day.

(~)

The next day, it was the big day for both Damian and Raven. Everyone were getting the couple ready. The Wayne Family were already at the wedding venue getting Damian ready. He was in his tux. He stood in front of the mirror, breathing in and out. Trying to compose himself. He checked if his tux is fitted right. for the twelfth time.

Then he heard a knock on his door. “W-who is it?”

“It’s just us, Damian. Me and Dick.” Genevieve answered.

“Come in.” Damian replied as he let them come in and he gasped seeing Genevieve in a purple dress with her hair in a braided bun. “Wow, Gen, you look beautiful in a dress.”

“Why thank you, cuz.” Genevieve smiled as she took a good look at him in a tux. “You all look good. Tux, check. Hair, check. Breath?”

Damian checked his breath and gagged. “Okay, that I better get that fixed.”

“Here, breath mint.” Dick offered as he came in and took a picture again. Damian got the mint while looking at him irrelatively. “What? I want this in an album. Plus, I promise I take pictures for Kori.”

“Anyways, how are you feeling?” Genevieve asked.

Damian looked at himself in the mirror and sighed softly. “Nervous.”

“That is completely normal, Dami. And I think you’ll be fine.” Genevieve assured him. “As Dick and I said, we are family. We will help you if you ever do need help.”

Damian smiled gratefully at his cousin and hugged her. “Thank you. And Grayson stop taking pictures.”

Dick groaned in annoyance. “Fine. But when Raven gets on that beach. I’ll be talking a lot of pictures.”

Damian groaned with Genevieve smiling in amusement. And then got an emergency text. She got a text from Kori that Raven was having a little panic attack. “Ahh, I better get going to see how Raven is doing.”

She walked out of the room immediately after looking at the text message and went to Raven’s dressing room seeing Donna trying to calm her down while Tara was trying to soothe down her nerves. “This has been going on for a few minutes.”

“Rachel, everything is going to be fine.” Kori assured her. Raven was in her beautiful strapless white and purple ombre wedding dress. She was already a beautiful bride. And she had her long hair in a braided bun with side bangs curled on the sides.

“Rachel, everything is going to be fine, Muscles is so going to be swooned by you as soon as you walk down on that beach.” Tara smiled.

“You really think so?” Raven asked.

“Of course. He is as nervous as you. Damian will fall in love with you all over again.” Genevieve smiled. “And you look great in that dress I had made. Ooh, I’m gonna start crying.” Kate gave her a tissue for her to dry her tears away.

“It will be fine, Raven. Everything will be fine.” Kate smiled.

Then they all heard a knock and heard it was Superman, aka Clark Kent. “Is everything okay? Oh, Rachel. You absolutely look amazing. Beautiful.” Clark smiled proudly as he hugged her adoptive daughter.

“Yes, you look gorgeous in that dress, honey.” Lois came in with a smile and hugged her. “Well done Gen, I owe you one.”

“No problem.” Genevieve smiled.

“Well, after two or three months of finding the perfect dress, she had given up until you took a lot of pictures and decided to design a dress for yourself for Raven to wear on her wedding dress.” Kate said with an impressed smile.

“Yes, it is very impressive.” Kori smiled in agreement.

“Well, let’s get this wedding started, everyone.” Lois smiled as she clasped her hands together as they got the wedding started.

Downstairs, Bruce was with Damian down at the beach and greeted everyone from their seats with Jon congratulating the groom. “Well, here you are. Getting married. Marrying my adopted sister. But seriously, hurt my sister and you’ll get a fist on your face.”

“Duly noted, Jon. But you know I wouldn’t hurt her.” Damian assured him.

“I know. I just want to know how to feels to give the brother talk.” Jon replied with a smile.

Damian gave him a smile and Jaime and Gar came to his side. “Well, good luck, buddy. Today is the day.” Jaime smiled.

“Yeah, oh, if you want to look for my wedding present for you, it’s big—”

“And green. I know. I saw it. It is obvious, Garfield. And maybe we’ll like it.” Damian grinned as he patted him on the back.  

Constantine was looking the beach with Zatanna by his side. It looked like a beautiful view she was seeing. She could imagine living here nearby the beach and always have her feet wet by the ocean waves. “You want to have a vacation, here love?”

“Yes, that would be nice. Oh, I think the wedding is about to start.” Zatanna squealed as she went to her seat while taking John’s cigarette from him.

Constantine stood where Damian was waiting for Raven to come out. The beach was filled with seats and there were some stands where the put up the lights with a space where they all can eat and dance around. the stands has some blue flowers hanging with lanterns lighting up. Damian thought it was all perfect, thanks to Genevieve’s help with the decorations. Alfred had helped with the food along with his granddaughter.

The music was playing and everyone all saw the girls coming out. Barbara, Donna and Tara were in their dresses and walked down from the beach house to the beach followed by floating lanterns that Constantine had made. Garfield was smiling and winking at his girlfriend who smiled at him shyly and stood behind Donna who squealed softly. “Easy there, contain that squeal.” Tara chuckled.

“Alright.” Donna smiled as they both saw Kate coming out as well as Kori. Damian nudged Dick on the arm seeing him smiling like a lovestruck man. Luke was smirking knowing he’ll be looking forward to seeing Kori in a dress. Jason was in charge of the videos and taking photos. Everything was going smoothly and then laughs came as they saw Titus suited as a ring bearer. Damian pet Titus with a proud smile and saw Arella as a flower dog and walked towards him with a smile.

Roy was sitting with Alfred and he saw Genevieve in a dress for the first time. He had fallen in love with her all over again. She spotted him in the crowd, and he sent him a smirk. She rolled her eyes playfully before she stood behind Kate and the audience all stood up waiting for the bride.

The music started to play with the doors opening, then Raven stepped out of the beach house, immediately taking Damian’s breath away. She was so beautiful in a strapless dress with her hair braided in a bun. She was walking with Bruce and Clark on each side.

Everyone were both surprised and confused as everyone whispered. Clark was the only one who was going to walk her down the aisle but then they had Bruce to join in as well. Which was a nice touch to unite two families. Jon and Garfield were crying their hearts out seeing the most heartfelt moment.

Kate turned to Genevieve who was in shock. “Did you know this would happen?”

“Yes, did you?” Kori also asked.

“I-I…. to be honest. I didn’t expect this to happen, but let it happen. It’s a beautiful moment.” Genevieve smiled with the girls agreeing. Barbara was crying with Tara giving her the handkerchief and she blew her nose.

Bruce and Clark gave Raven away to Damian as he held on to her hand while she gave the flowers to Tara who smiled and winked at her. Clark nodded at Damian and shook his hand as well. “Look after Rachel.”

“I will, Kent.” Damian nodded.

“Please, call me Clark.” Clark smiled as he let go of Raven and sat down next to Lois.

Bruce kissed Raven on the cheek and smiled at her. “Look after Damian for me.”

“Of course, I will.” Raven smiled as she looked at Damian lovingly. Bruce smiled knowingly they just do fine and helped her up to the stairs and stared on her love’s emerald eyes. Damian looked at his father for some encouragement. His father nodded at him with a smile and sat down with Selina Kyle.

Damian took a good look at her wedding dress and looked over his cousin who gave a thumbs up with a huge grin. He shook his head in amusement and looked back at his beloved. “You do look beautiful.”

“I was right, you do look great in a tux.” Raven complimented with a smile.

“Now, now, we aren’t getting to the part of the ‘I do’s’ and the kiss of life.” Constantine chuckled at the couple. “Now, everyone please get seated and be prepared to see witness these two get hitched.”

Everyone laughed and then had started the wedding. “Now, we are gathered today to witness this lovely couple. Is there anyone who wants to object now, for that this couple shouldn’t get married?” Constantine asked as no one spoke up but only to hear Garfield and Jon crying in the background while Raven was face-palming in embarrassed but still smiled.

“Cheers then, now we move on to the vows.” Constantine smiled as he turned to the couple. Damian let Raven go first. He briefly let her hand go and watched Tara giving her a little notebook with the initials of their names.

Raven opened her notebook to the page where she had written her vows. Constantine had passed the mic to her to get started to read. “Damian, when I first met you, you were this broody, scrawny and rude. But you had grown. You’ve grown into a better person. You are now calmer, kind, and generous. I slowly started to fall for you when we had that little ride on the Ferris wheel. My feelings sparked from that day. And then you considered us, Titans, along with me as family. And it warms my heart to see how far you had come from when I first met you.” She had heard the girls crying behind her crying already.

“You had helped me to get over my loneliness and my demons. You had helped me to overcome the hard obstacles. And I thank you for that. From now on, I want to stand by your side always. And to love you more. And I promise to you that I’ll always be there for you, through thick and thin, through the good and bad. I vow to stay by your side, in sickness and in health. I am honoured to have you as my husband. I love you.” Raven teared up as she finished reciting her vows.

Damian wiped her tears away and kissed her on the back of her hand. Raven gave her notebook to Tara and handed the mic to him. Dick gave him his notes and let him recite his vows. “Raven, when I first met you, I didn’t even acknowledge you at first. When I got to that Tower, I thought having teammates were a liability, but you had proved me wrong. You had always told me that there is a world for me out there. And I’m glad you had shown me that. You had changed me for the better. And I want to keep on becoming better just for you. You helped me to care and to love. I am grateful that I had met you, Rachel.” Damian smiled at her lovingly with a smile and heard the boys in the crowd were crying. Finally seeing the softest side from Damian.

“From now on, I vow to stay by your side in sickness and in health.” Damian finished with Raven kissing the back of his hand as well with tears rolling down her eyes again. Constantine gave her a tissue and turned to the audience.

“Great, very lovely that we got the vows done. Let’s get the rings out.” Constantine smiled.

Tara gave the rings to Raven while Dick gave Damian the rings. They had exchanged the rings while listening to the ocean waves washing up to the shore.

“Great, now, Raven, do you take, Damian Wayne, as your lawful wedded husband?” Constantine asked.

“I do.” Raven smiled tearfully. She couldn’t wait to be his official wife and held his hand tightly with an excited smile.

“Now, Damian, do you take, Rachel Roth, as your lawful wedded wife?” Constantine asked the young Wayne who was staring into Raven’s purple eyes lovingly and held her hands in his.

“I do.” Damian declared with full confidence. Dick turned to see Bruce was tearing up, seeing his son getting married to the woman he does love. He turned to his oldest son and sat up straight. He glared at him as he put his hands up in surrender.

“Okay, then, this is the moment you have been waiting for.” Constantine clapped his hands. “Damian Wayne, you may kiss your bride.”

Damian pulled Raven towards him with a grin and kissed her deeply and wrapped his arms around her waist. Raven caressed his cheek and her other hand playing with his jet-black hair. Everyone cheered loudly and some cried. Jaime and Garfield were crying with Jon clapping with a smile. Lois had tears of joy like the rest of the bridesmaids. Genevieve and Kori hugged each other tightly while squealing loudly and excitedly.

“Mr Damian and Mrs Rachel Wayne, everyone!” Constantine announced with a smile, letting the couple go and walk down the aisle with everyone throwing the petals from the roses they had picked out. Damian and Raven were holding hands tightly and went inside the beach house to get the reception started.

(~)

As the night fell, everyone were drinking their hearts content. Dick and Kori were dancing on the dance floor with Jon dancing with sun glasses on to make himself look cool with Garfield dancing as well. “This never gets old.” Jaime said with Traci sitting on his lap laughing at the sight of them dancing.

“They just wanted attention I suppose.” Donna giggled.

“Oh, Chuckles is just trying to impress me with his mainly dancing moves.” Tara smirked.

Dick and Kori were slow dancing to the music until they both saw Roy and Genevieve were dancing as well. She looked very happy and content when she is with him. Both may have relationship problems but managed to stay together. “They do look happy.” Kori smiled.

“Yes, they do.” Dick smiled and he looked around to see the wedded couple. But couldn’t see them.

Down on the beach, Damian and Raven were slow dancing with sand on their feet and the water splashing onto the surface. The bride squealed as Damian carried her bridal style and twirled around. They pressed their foreheads against each other before leaning for another kiss as husband and wife.

“Is this everything you ever wanted, beloved?” Damian asked with a soft smile.

“Yes, and so much more and years to come.” Raven replied with her long hair flowing in the wind gently. He set her down with her arms wrapped around his neck and looked into his bright, beautiful, mesmerizing emerald eyes before they both leaned for another kiss underneath the moonlight.

[misterbrianmay]

Roger Taylor - Be My First

Warnings: smut, loss of virginity

A/N: words: 2.6k | this is my first fanfic on here and low-key a huge fantasy, every kind of feedback is appreciated 

Y/N stood beside the stage, right next to one of the exits, rocking out to the sound of Killer Queen while enjoying an unrestricted view onto her boyfriend, Roger Taylor. 

She had only been his girlfriend for three weeks now and this was the first time she was cheering him on from backstage. The two of them had met a little over two months ago, thanks to her best friend who had dragged her to a concert of “some new group called Queen“. At first Y/N had wanted to leave the venue as soon as possible, the smell of alcohol and smoke in the air making her feel uncomfortable immediately after entering - until a certain blonde haired drummer had caught her eye. Apparently the feeling had been mutual because as soon as the last note had faded out he’d jumped up from behind his drum kit, rushed off the stage and went up to her. She had agreed to him taking her out on a date the following evening and the rest was history. 

The energy with which he performed night after night struck her with awe every time she got to see it live. Not only was the way he played amazing and every song absolutely fantastic - he also looked extremely good while performing. The muscles of his arms on display with every move and his long hair damp from the sweat, clinging to his forehead in an almost obscene manner. 

Not to mention his raunchy voice - god, how she loved his falsettos. It was like every little sound that escaped his mouth set off little sparks all through her body. 

The couple had not gone further than a heavy make-out session after his last concert, yet. And even though Y/N felt the urge to do more and was pretty sure he felt the same, nagging thoughts of self-consciousness and doubt filled her mind whenever she thought about the topic.

While she was not ashamed to be a virgin at 23 she did feel slightly intimidated by the amount of experience Roger surely had. He didn’t know that Y/N had never done it with anyone before and she were afraid how me might react if she told him. Surely he would think of her as stuck-up, a prude, a shy little wallflower who wouldn’t be able to fulfill his needs. But having sex without telling him about her little secret first? That didn’t seem right either. 

All of those thoughts were pushed out of her mind, however, when Freddie announced that they were going to play the last song for tonight, earning cheers and whistles alike. When the first sounds left the piano and the crowd realized that the band was going to play “Bohemian Rhapsody“ the atmosphere became ecstatic. 

Y/N sang along to the different parts, giving it her all when the operatic section came in. Her gaze was locked on her lover, whose eyes, combined with a cocky smirk, met hers every now and then. 

When the show was over - after the encore, bows from the boys and Freddie wiggling his behind in the audience’s direction one last time - Roger made a beeline for his girlfriend. He grabbed her face in a swift motion and kissed her almost forcefully. 

“Sooo“, he started after pulling away, “how were we?“

“Amazing“, she beamed, “amazing as always. You were especially energetic tonight, babe.“

“Well, I guess you could say I had a little extra motivation“, Roger winked before leaning forwards to whisper into Y/N’s ear “seeing you stand right next to the stage, no one knowing you’re there but the boys and I, just rocking away to all the songs…it just does something to me.“

She felt herself beginning to blush, a warm sensation spreading up her cheeks.

“Being the only one able to see your moves, knowing that I get to take you home tonight“, he pressed a kiss to her lips once again, “just gets me riled up.“

“Riled up, huh?“, Y/N smirked, “What do you plan on doing about that?“

He picked his girlfriend up with ease and she wrapped her legs around his hips without even thinking about it. 

“I have a few things in mind, love“, the blonde purred while starting to walk towards the door that would take him right to the dressing rooms. 

The girl in his arms felt her heart beating faster. Excitement and nervousness spreading through her body like a wildfire. She felt comfortable in her boyfriend’s arms, she really did. And the growing stiffness pressing to her middle turned her on beyond belief. But there was also this barricade in her head that she had to break down before fully committing herself to the drummer. 

They passed the rest of the band, earning whistles from the singer, a giggle from John and an eye roll from Brian, many members of the crew and even the stage manager - but none of that mattered once Roger sat her down on his dressing room couch. He made quick strides to the door to lock it before turning back around. His eyes were clouded with lust, his pupils blown wide. Still on an adrenaline-high he was on top of her again with the speed of light.

His hands wandered up her body, pulling her blouse with them. The garment was quickly tossed to the side and he wasted no time unhooking her bra behind her back expertly. Her breasts were now on full display - something she had never experienced in such a context before - and she couldn’t help but feel self-conscious when he just stared at them for a few seconds.

“Hey“, she joked a bit uneasily, “my eyes are up here.“

“Sorry, babe“, he grinned, “you are just so beautiful.“

Roger bent down to kiss each of her breasts lovingly, sucking on the nipples gently and sending shivers down her spine. 

“Can you…can you take yours off, too?“

“’Course, baby.“

His shirt joined hers on the floor and she ran her hands up his bare, toned chest as soon as she had the chance. 

He looked like an angel, his blonde hair serving as the halo, his lips slightly parted and his eyes hooded.

Seeing him partly undressed eased some of her worries, but the tight feeling in her stomach immediately came back when he shuffled down to open the zip of her pants. She let him pull them off, which he combined with pressing butterfly kisses to her legs as he went. 

When he reached up to gently caress her core through her panties she flinched involuntarily. The motion did not escape him and he furrowed his brows.

“Are you alright, Y/N? Did I do something wrong? Do you want me to stop?“

“No, no“, she sat up so that they were almost face to face now, “you didn’t do anything wrong, Roger. Nothing at all. It’s just…I…“, she took a deep breath. This was the moment. She had to tell him now or she would never get to do it. 

“Imavirginroger“, she mumbled, feeling her face heat up.

“Pardon, love?“, he inquired, having genuinely not understood her.

“I am a virgin“, she repeated sheepishly, “and I know I’m 23 already and you have tons of experience and all those hot models and groupies and I really don’t know what I’m doing right now but I want this to be good for you, I really do. And I know that I certainly won’t be the best you ever had - or ever will have - but I like you Roger, I really do, and if you don’t want me anymore I’d understand and I wouldn’t be mad, I prom-“

A soft set of lips touching hers stopped her rambling, two hands finding their way into her hair and thumbs stroking her cheeks made her calm down immediately.

“Y/N“, the blonde said intensely, “stop. I don’t care, love. I don’t care if you’ve never slept with anyone before. All those before you, they don’t mean anything. No one has ever mattered to me like you do. I…I really wanted to tell you somewhere more“, he took a quick glance around the small room, “spectacular…but I love you. I. Love. You. And if you still want to do this with me, I’ll happily be your first. Please don’t worry about disappointing me - that won’t happen.“

Y/N felt tears well up in her eyes.

“I love you, too. And I want you to be my first, Roger. Only you.“

She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him with as much passion as possible.

“I’ll be careful, my love. I promise. I’ll make this good for you. But you have to tell me if I hurt you in any way, or if you’re uncomfortable or want to stop, yeah?“

“Yes, yes of course, Rog.“

With her confirmation he ran his hands up her back in a soothing manner and carefully laid her down once more. He looked deep into his partner’s eyes, wanting to have her non-verbal consent as well, and she nodded in confirmation. 

While he took off Y/Ns underwear she fiddled with the zip of his tight jeans. She pulled them down together with his underwear and couldn’t help but let out a small gasp when his rock-hard erection immediately sprung free. How is this supposed to fit?

“Is everything alright, love?“, he inquired worriedly.

“Y-yeah. Yes, it’s just…I don’t think“, she swallowed down a lump in her throat, “I’ll be able to…take all of you.“

Roger let out a light laugh but immediately stopped when he noticed Y/N’s furrowed brows.

“Oh babe, I am not laughing at you“, he bent down to kiss along her jawline, “I’d never do that, I swear. But I am going to fit, I promise. We just have to“, his voice turned huskier and his fingers wandered along her thighs, slowly but surely finding the way to her center, “prepare you properly.“

His first two fingers entered her without any resistance, her wetness enabling the digits to slide in easily.

She had never felt such a sensation before, and when he started rubbing her clit with his thumb she let out a loud moan. Every thought other than Roger and his hands left her mind - he was all she was able to focus on. 

He started pumping in and out of her, her juices continuing to flow. She reached out and grabbed his arm when a tight, unfamiliar coil started to form in her belly. Even though Y/N had never felt this particular sensation before she knew what it had to be. 

“R-Roger“, she panted, “I-I think I’m going to-“

“Let go, baby. I’ve got you, cum for me!“

She did as he told her to and just let loose. 

Her eyes closed involuntarily, her inner walls clenched tightly and she made a sound somewhere between a groan and a scream. 

When her orgasm came crashing down a small gush of fluid left her body and Roger could only stare at her hungrily. 

She was so beautiful - pure bliss clear on her face, the aftershocks still rocking her body. 

Crawling on top of her he supported his weight on his arms and lined himself up at her entrance.

“May I enter you, Y/N? It’s easier when you’re still…loose“, he said, cringing at his own choice of words. 

“Yeah“, she giggled, “you may.“

With that he scrambled for his jeans to retrieve a condom and slide it over his erection, then he eased into her in one careful motion. Before he had even fully settled himself he was already rewarded with a loud moan. Roger had to really concentrate on not giving in to his desire and just slam his hips forward, the slowness of the pleasure was almost overwhelming. But he he wouldn’t be able to live with himself should he cause her any discomfort, so he let her adjust to his length and gave her all the time she needed.

After what felt like an eternity she started to lift her hips, searching the friction on her clit again. Her boyfriend got the hint and started to bottom out before pulling back slowly, creating a rhythm for the two of them. 

At first Y/N had felt quite a bit of discomfort, but after a bit of shifting around, clenching and unclenching the sting gave way for a wave of pleasure. The stretching had started to feel good instead, natural almost. Her boyfriend had immediately reacted to her movements and created a steady rocking-motion. 

He changed the angle just slightly and hit a spot deep inside her, to which she could only respond with a shriek.

“Are you alright, did I hurt you?“, the drummer asked worriedly and started to pull out, which she prevented by hooking her calves behind his back and practically dragging him close again.

“No, no, you didn’t- it…shit…you hit something and it felt just really, really great“, she managed to explain.

“Oh“, his eyebrows arched up, “so you mean to tell me that I“, he thrust forwards again, hitting the exact same spot and making her scream, “just found your g-spot?“

“God! God yes you did! Don’t stop, please Roger“, she whimpered. 

Nothing she had ever felt before had even come close to the sensation cursing through her body right now. Her vision blurred around the edges, she couldn’t feel anything but his movements deep inside of her. 

His thrusts began to grow erratic and primal and he began to add extra pressure to her sensitive nub. One of his hands found her breasts once again and he pinched one of her hardened nipples. 

“Can you come again, love?“, he asked between strained breaths.

“With you, I want to come with you!“, Y/N whined.

“I’m close, god, I’m so close!“

With that he bottomed out one more time, thrusting both of them over the edge. 

They both screamed, groaned and clawed at each other, the pleasure being stronger than ever before. Milked by the contractions deep inside of her he pumped every last drop of his seed into the condom. 

Admittedly, he had slept with a fair share of women over the past years. But none of them had ever made him feel the way Y/N just did. Knowing that no man had ever touched her like this before, that he was the first to hear her moans, feel her nails on his back and kiss up and down her beautiful body - it made him almost mad with joy. 

For her this had been everything she had hoped it would be. Roger, who usually came off as cocky and bold, had given her the most loving and careful treatment imaginable. 

After a few minutes of post-coital silence he gently rolled off and immediately wrapped his arms around her. Half of her was now laying on his chest, a steady hand just above his heart. 

“Thank you“, she whispered, “for taking such good care of me.“

“You don’t have to thank me, baby. If you’re happy I am too. I just hope it was…good?“, he asked with a rather uncharacteristic shyness.

She pressed a soft kiss to his chest.

“It was amazing, Roger. Can we stay here a little while longer? Like this, together?“

“Well, this is my dressing room“, he chuckled, “we can stay here as long as my lady pleases.“

“That sounds just perfect.“

Y/N drifted off into sleep immediately, but Roger stayed awake for a bit longer. 

He could definitely lay like this for the rest of his life.

[multiplefandomfics]

Grimes sisters chapter 25

this has gotten a bit longer but still enjoy fellows. And you know feedback is always appreciated :D

Pairings: Daryl x Alex; Negan x Fabienne

Warnings: angst, drama, smut, unprotected sex, slight orgasm denial, rough sex, dom/sub undertones, fights

Words: 3246

Alex POV

I took a place on the patio in the sun and let my thoughts reign freely. Daryl still hadn’t come back and I was starting to worry. He was an excellent hunter and fighter but in his rage even he could have made a mistake. No Alex, you need to push these thoughts away. He will come back! I thought.  But where my mind was especially running wild around was the disappointment that had settled in my bones. But what did I expect? That was just Daryl’s nature. When he was overwhelmed with something, he just left without a lot of words and no one knew when or if he was gonna come back. I understood that he needed the time to overthink it all but I just wished he was gonna come to me and let us do this together. I sighed to myself “Congrats to you and Daryl!” I heard Carl behind me who was carrying Judith smiling at me happily. “Thank you.” I smiled back but it didn’t reach my eyes. Too much was going on in my head to let it really sink in that I was carrying a baby inside me. That should have made me much happier than it did. When I looked back behind me Carl had already vanished again.

Rick had taken the news of my pregnancy really good. That wasn’t surprising after all Daryl and Rick were like brothers and I was his sister so I had a bonus. He was really happy and tried to encourage me talking about a future we would build.

Fabienne was a completely different page. Even though she was the older of us two. Rick had told me that he had talked to our sister and that she had tried to flee afterward back to Negan. But I had to admit that I was also on Ricks side. Negan had to make the first move, if he made one at all. Rick just couldn’t live with the thought that Fabienne really loved that guy and was having his baby. I could understand her sadness that came with no one else getting her ways. She had told me how good of a person he was to her. Nice and gentleman-like only out here he was a murdering sociopath. But there had to be an ounce of goodness in him, right? I really wanted to believe that for my sisters sake.

I decided to give the thoughts a rest and went over to help Fabienne with her gardening. Talking was probably gonna help us both. “Hey sweetie.” I greeted her lovingly kissing her cheek. “Hey.” she answered quietly. “Is he back yet?” of course she was talking about Daryl so I shook my head sadly. Together we took care of the plants “You did a good job so far. There seem to be quite a few people who know about planting here.” Fabi said approving. “Well Hershel and Maggie were her in the beginning so they helped us quite a bit and gave up tips on how to make the best out of what we had.” I smiled proudly. After a while of scooting around in the dirt we made a break and sat down on a bench in the midday sun.

“Rick told me that you wanted to bail? Please don’t. It’s Negan’s turn to come to you. I don’t know him as well as you do but don’t you think when he’s calmed down and overcomes his broken pride he will reach out to you?” I asked her and that gave her reason to think about any possible outcome of this situation. Then she just shrugged. Honestly I hated Negan for what he’d done but my sister couldn’t have been mislead that much, could she? She must have found something good in him otherwise she wouldn’t have started all this. Plus she was my sister and as such I could always count on her so I was not blaming her for anything. “I don’t know, Alex. Everyday I’m waiting for him to show but nada, nothing. Not even a letter or a radio call. I don’t know what to do anymore.” she let her head hang low. I needed to reassure her “Hey, together we can make it through this. With or without our guys. We’re strong you know that and we are the best team there is. And look.. our kids are gonna grow up together in this amazing environment we are part of creating.” that finally made her laugh. So our kids were gonna be together and that was a wonderful thought.

Soon after our conversation I said goodbye and went back to the house. I wanted to lay down a bit, after fainting yesterday I was still a bit weak.

Seemed as if I had fallen asleep because I was awoken by a hesitant knock on the door. Exhausted I opened my eyes and recognize Daryl’s posture. Finally he was back.

“Hey.” I greeted him and he just nodded toward me biting his lip in that very cute manner he always did when he was nervous.

“I was worried about you.” I stated shyly.

“’m sorry. didn’t wanna scare you… was jus’ a bit much, ‘s all.” he mumbled.

“And are you clear now on where you stand?” I carefully asked him afraid of the answer.

“I don’t know. I love you and I never thought t’ be a dad but I wanna try wi’ you.” I can’t describe the relief that flooded me at his words. His soft southern slur was music to my ears and I jumped up as fast as I could hugging him tight.

“I love you too and I wanna give you as much space as you need. I’m gonna help you with everything as best as I can. And I saw you with Judith when she was a baby. You will be a great dad because you are the most amazing and loyal person I know. Don’t let your families history control you Daryl. You are good through and through.” I kissed him full of love and passion.

Then the air shifted into lust and pure instinct. “God, Daryl I missed you. I need you now!” I moaned in his hear kissing down his neck. Maybe it was the pent up frustration, maybe the hormones but I really wanted to jump his bones in that moment. Fortunately he didn’t object and kept kissing me vigorously. The next thing I know we had shed all our clothes and he was laying on top of me on our fluffy mattress still kissing the hell out of me. I loved his plump yet kinda fluffy lips. His erection was pressing against my lower belly and I was imagining him deep inside me. But suddenly he stopped all his ministrations and the look in his eyes was one of pure fear. “Isn’t sex gonna hurt the baby?” he asked worriedly. “No baby. It’s still not bigger than a small tomato and you won’t reach it so please keep going we could both need the relaxing activity.” I encouraged him. Obviously I had convinced him because a second later he was pushing inside me. And hell it felt like heaven. Even though he had been insecure in the beginning he was an amazing lover then. “shit that feels good.” he groaned and hit deeper when I slung my legs around his waist. He knew me so well and always found the right angle to make me scream out in pure pleasure. I just hoped that we weren’t too loud. “Oh, god, yes. Right there. Harder Daryl.” I moaned demanding more. “You love it when I fuck you, huh? Love my thick cock stretching you out. Love to be dominated by me? Tell me who do you belong to?” he was so hot when he got like that.

“You baby. I’m all yours. I’m your slut to do with whatever you please.” I submitted to him.

“SAY MY NAME!” he demanded and every word was punctuated by a hard thrust. “Oh god Daryl I’m yours- fuck- feels so good.” I yelled.

“Who’s the only one who can make you feel that way? Who can fuck you so good?” he kept ramming inside me. I was so close from his dirty talk alone that I started to shake with pure passionate energy.

“You close baby? I can feel you clenching around me.” he assumed right.

“May I come please?” I knew he wanted to be asked when he was in this dominant head space.

“Not yet darling.” he ground out through his teeth. After a few more agonizing thrusts he whispered in my ear “come! Now!” and I came so hard. I had never had an orgasm as powerful as this one. Maybe make up sex was really the best sex next to revenge sex. I felt his seed spill inside me and then he collapsed on top of me before rolling off me hastily a second later. “Was I too rough? Did I hurt you or the baby?” he asked fearful again. “No you idiot. You didn’t. I love you and this was awesome.” as long as he was gonna struggle with himself I was gonna build his self-confidence back up. We fell asleep again in each others arms and it was the most comfortable and relaxing sleep I had had in a while.

Fabienne POV

another two weeks had passed since I had told Negan about our baby and he had left without a word and there had still been nothing from him. Again and again the thought of just going back crossed my mind. I was so afraid of having the baby on my own and being a single mother. That had never been on my future plans. Not even before the world was overrun by the dead. But then my pride was triggered and I thought that he had to come to me, after all he had been the one that had left. My pride was one of the things I had left.

Over the past days I had been alone a lot. I loved my family don’t get me wrong but I playing domesticity was not something I wanted to do then. There was the happy couple Alex and Daryl totally in love and awaiting their child in happy expectancy and then there was me. The pregnant girl who had been left by her boyfriend because he couldn’t deal with a child and obviously had no sense of honor.

I love my sister more than anything but I couldn’t deal with their happiness. I was kinda jealous and at the same time angry at me for not being able to be properly grateful for what I had in those times.

Sitting down in a silent corner under the sky I was softly stroking over my belly wondering if it was gonna be a boy or a girl.

When I suddenly heard someone call out to me. It’s Aaron jogging toward me. “Fabi you really wanna see this. Come with me please?” he kindly demanded. I rolled my eyes in annoyance. Couldn’t I be left alone only for a minute.

“there is someone here for you.” he elaborated further.

Then I was getting nosy, excited and nervous all at once. And when I was standing in front of the gate it opened and revealed Negan and a few of the saviors but not as many as the last time he had come. He immediately saw me and strode over. “Hey.” he mumbled not making eye contact. He seemed to be ashamed of his behavior and that was normally not his style. He was almost always overconfident and maybe even arrogant but that destroyed I had never seen him before. But still I didn’t know what to say. No one else was daring to move closer to us. The people around us seemed to be holding their breaths tense at what was gonna happen next.

On the one hand I was really happy and grateful for his appearance but on the other hand I was angry and disappointed that he hadn’t come sooner. After all he had left me hanging for over two weeks.

“Look who’s finally….” I heard Rick distantly say but Alex stopped him before all hell was gonna break lose again.

Slowly I made another step toward him without touching him and he didn’t make a move either. He knew that it was my call if I was gonna let him back into my life or if he had gone too far. “Well, look who’s still alive.” I announced looking into his eyes. I nodded toward Aaron to close the gate and he did leaving the other saviors outside but they didn’t riot either.

“Please let me explain Fabi.” he spoke so only I could hear. He made a move for my hand but I blocked it and pulled away. He definitely didn’t deserve body contact of any kind in that moment. “Go on!” I stayed stoic. “can we please talk about this at home.” he was obviously not feeling very comfortable here baring his deepest emotions to me. But I decided to keep him waiting for a while longer even though I wanted to talk to him too in silence.

“You can’t be seriously considering to go with him, are you?” Rick asked me in disbelieve.

“I’ll give him another chance to explain and when I don’t like it I’ll come back to you.” I dryly answered him.

Suddenly I saw a movement out of the corner of my eye. It was Tara storming toward Negan gun raised… and then she pulled the trigger. I was deeply shocked though I understood her somehow. Fortunately she was blinded by rage and didn’t aim right so the bullet just hit the tire of a nearby car before Michonne had tackled her to the ground.

I looked at Negan and was so afraid he was gonna kill someone else but I saw realization flash across his features that he knew when he killed someone of my people, my family, that I was never gonna forgive him and he was never gonna see his child so he just brushed it off. That was the last drop I needed to decide that he could indeed change and that I was gonna go with him.

I packed a bit of the stuff that they had given me and that I desperately needed and walked back to Negan. On the way I gave chaste kiss to Rick and hugged him close before I turned to Alex doing the same. “But you are coming back when we have to go to doctor Carson, right? I don’t wanna do this all on my own. I need my sister by my side.” she almost begged.

“Of course sweetie. I’ll be back.” I ensured her and she let it go.

I walked past Negan and let my pack fall down next to him without sparing him another glance. I decided to play hard to get for a while. He deserved that!

We had taken a car for ourselves to be alone for the ride. The air was so thick with tension you could have cut it with a knife. No conversation held longer than the occasional small talk.

When he parked the car on the premises of the sanctuary all the feeling of being at home that I frequently had had before, were gone then. Still I nodded toward the people around us and also toward the workers as I had always done. I respected them because without them we were nothing there. No task force is of use when you can’t feed and clothe them properly.

I walked in front of Negan toward our small shared apartment. “Well? Talk!” I ordered him the second the door had closed behind us. Nervously he was pacing the room up and down. “I needed time to think. A kid was not what I expected to ever have after my wife died and now..” he swallowed thickly gazing at me. “Yes keep going. What is it that’s so bad about this? I’m sure we can make it. We came this far so why not?” - “me and a child? You saw what I’m able to do. I never thought this far… when I noticed your family there and then the pregnancy bomb?!… I was completely overstrained.” he drove his hands trough his hair in exasperation.

I let myself drop onto the couch looking at him intently. I wasn’t sure if he was trying to apologize or justify himself but I wanted to keep listening.

“And that’s why you just left me hanging? What if, when the baby is here and you get overstrained again, you just leave again? I can’t count on you at the moment. You have lost my trust and have to re-earn it again.” I told him disappointed by his previous answer.

He let himself plop down next to me with a loud sigh resting his hand on my thigh and that time I didn’t push him away.

“Your behavior wasn’t right with what you did in Alexandria. I didn’t recognize you then, Negan. It was just disgusting and if you wanna have a chance at regaining my trust and seeing your child you better change something or I will be gone before you know it.” my intentions in this statement were clear as day. As I thought back to his murders goosebumps were running down my spine.

“But baby, that’s just who I am. Only with you I am the big softy you know. You make me a better man.” he begged me to understand but I couldn’t let that slide.

“then start fighting for me- for us!” I stroked my belly again to underline what was at stake for him here. “Please at least try to change! I don’t want to be a single mom but I’m gonna do it when you don’t work on yourself. Why don´t you start trading with Alexandria and the other communities? You could make profit from each other without robbing them. I am definitely leaving and going back to Alexandria if you don’t start acting like a human being around others too!” I announced matter of factly and without giving him a chance to object.

I wanted to prevent  a bloody war between the communities and I felt as if I was the last thing holding him back from killing them all. I was trapped between my family who was everything to me and the man I loved and who was the father of my child.

“I promise you we are gonna find a solution. I’m gonna sit myself together with Rick and the other leaders and negotiate something that will benefit us all.” he affirmed me. That satisfied me for then and I stared deeply into his eyes but this time in love and adoration for my baby daddy. After what felt like a half eternity our lips finally sealed the deal.

The kiss was soft and his hand had wandered to my belly which made me smile lovingly. This moment felt just perfect even though I hadn’t believed that this was gonna happen anymore.

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When Ghosts Come For Us

When Ghosts Come For Us

Chapter 59

NOTE This is based on the movie Crimson Peak, so if any of the subject matter in that was uncomfortable for you, you will find this similar. I will *NOT* be describing incest in this, it will only be implied, same as the movie.

Also, I do not own any image or gif used in this story.

HERE is the link to Chapter 1 on Ao3

Rating - Mature

Charlotte smiled as her brother entered the drawing room. “Edward.”

“Do you ever sleep?”

“Rarely these days. I would have thought you and your wife would be enjoying the relaxation of your not having to rush around tending to every man, woman and child in our little area of the world for a time.���

“I rather remain ready for my return. I do not wish to have to retrain myself for early mornings.”

“Understandable. I think I am the same with returning to Allerdale with Thomas. When there is no nurse to take him from me, I feel I should be ready for whatever time he sees fit to awaken.”

Edward studied her for a moment. “You are not taking this very well, are you? Being away from him.”

“When you and Joanne have that beautiful little girl I dreamt you had, you will never want to be out of her company either. Only you will not have societal norms tell you that you cannot be a parent to your child. You will be allowed to parent in a manner I cannot here.”

Edward looked sadly at his sister. He suspected in his own mind that she was counting the days to her return to Allerdale Hall, on recalling the dilapidated building he so desperately did not wish for his sister to dwell in, he recalled the conversation from the day before regarding her possible delay in returning there. “I wish it was different for you, I truly do. But I have to ask, what is afoot? Do not say there is nothing. I saw yesterday from your manner that you and Thomas are not pleased regarding a matter, one that could keep you here longer.”

“I will explain it to you at a better time,” Charlotte promised. “There is much to discuss on that front.” Her tone was hushed and somewhat reluctant to say too much as she studied the door carefully.

Knowing that his sister would do as she stated, Edward said no more on that particular matter. “And in all of this, there has been little or nothing said of Lucille.”

“There is nothing to discuss.”

Edward again studied his sister’s demeanour. “Charlotte?”

“Whilst I was ill, the doctor here thought it too dramatic to have her so heavily medicated. He soon was called back to reverse his decision on the matter, you know how she is.”

“Were any harmed?”

“No, thankfully. She stated we did it to her, or her slurred words did but of course, the ramblings of one so gone in the mind do not have others paying heed to them, thankfully. She is in her quarters, with her nurses. I think she is brought to the terrace some days, apparently, or perhaps that is the plan when the weather settles more, I do not pay her much heed.”

“You could leave her here when you return north?” Edward suggested.

“Goodness, but that is tempting.” Charlotte shook her head. “No, there is no way to ensure she is no danger to anyone that far away from her.”

“She is always a danger. I warned you of that before.” Edward wished his sister would listen to him more on the matter. “How are you since your illness?”

“I am still kicking.”

“What were you thinking? Going out in such weather?” He chastised.

“It was not raining when I left the house.”

“It is Wales, Charlotte. You are never more than a few moments from rain here.” Charlotte seemed ready to argue him for a moment before nodding her head in agreement with the statement. “I was so worried for you.”

“I would not die of that, not after the years my body has suffered it previously. It probably thought me overdue such.”

“Charlotte, this is no laughing matter. You have just had a baby, your body is under a lot of duress and you went gallivanting, by yourself also, that is another issue here, and get incredibly ill. You could have died. What would have happened then? Do you know the people that depend on you? Your husband. Your son. Me. You are my sister, my only surviving relative. You are all I have, Charlotte. You and Joanne.”

“I am going to go for walks Edward, I am a living creature, I am not supposed to stay indoors, silent and still, away from the world.” She smiled lovingly at him. “I know you want to protect me, it is your duty to, I understand that, but I did not survive my parents to not live without them.”

Edward swallowed. “I don’t want that little boy to not know his mother. He needs you, Charlotte, how can he learn to be a better man than…” He paused at the look on his sister’s face. “What I mean is…”

“Don’t try and cover it, Edward, I know what you meant to say. I know Thomas is a faulted human being, I am married to him, after all, none know him as I do but he is a good man. I was hoping you were beginning to see that.”

“I have seen he is better than I had thought, but he alone cannot rear a good child, very few can.”

“Your mother did.”

Edward smiled as he thought of his mother, a strict woman but everything she did, she did out of unadulterated love for him. “She did,” He concurred. “And you could too, I believe if it was required.”

Charlotte frowned and looked at her brother worriedly. “Why would I need to?”

“It was simply a statement, Charlotte.” Edward’s tone was dismissive.

“Edward, why would you say that?”

Seeing that his throwaway comment was scaring her, Edward looked his sister directly in the eye. “Charlotte, I merely said it as a general statement. There is no reason to be fearful.”

For another moment, Charlotte studied her brother’s face to see if what he was saying was true before calming slightly. “Why would you say something of that manner?” She scolded. “You are after putting fear into me something terrible.”

“I apologise, that was not my intention.” She settled more. “I know I cannot stop you from living. I would never want to but that does not mean I do not fret for you, every single day because I cannot protect you. I swore to Cordelia that I would protect you, that as soon as I was able to, that I would come for you both. When she said about what was happening, I was so close to getting her out of there.” Charlotte swallowed at Edward’s words. “When they took her away, I knew the only chance I had was to get her out and…” Edward’s voice shook. “I wrote to Cordelia too, not as frequently as I did you but we wrote.” Charlotte frowned, she had never realised such a thing. “She made me promise, that if she could not stay strong long enough to get you out, that I would do it. She made me swear on my mother’s grave. I didn’t...I tried….”

“Edward…”

“I cannot protect you, not in this world.”

“I do not need protecting, my dear brother. Be happy. Have your life and your family, I am close by, we still have each other. You need to protect yourself and Joanne, and when the time comes, your children also.” Edward’s face altered for a moment. “What is it?”

“Your dream, you recall it?”

“Yes, a little girl with locks of auburn. Curls like yours, why?”

“You stated you did not know why auburn?”

“Yes, it makes no sense really, a child born to you and Joanne would have blonde or darker.”

“My mother had auburn hair.” Charlotte nodded slightly. “I never told you that but she had. Reading your letter, it scared me somewhat. I was scared because for you to see such a random thing so clearly, it made it seem real.”

“Do you want it to be real?”

“More than anything. Reading that, it gave me hope I was never aware even existed.” He smiled slightly.

Charlotte returned the gesture. “You spoke yesterday of the plans you have yet to bring into fruition, is that one of them?”

“At least three, I don’t care if I have eight daughters, as long as they are my children and I get to be the father to them that ours never was to us,” he confessed.

“Poor Joanne.” Edward looked concernedly at his sister. “What a brood you plan to bestow on her.”

Edward chuckled. “She is the one to say that three is the minimum.” Charlotte gave a small laugh. “You think us mad?”

“Not at all. I know the joy of parenthood.”

“Then why laugh?”

“It is one of irony.”

Edward frowned. “How so?”

“I envy you, brother, I truly do, having the right to do as you please with your children.”

“You will never want for anything.”

“Money is not everything. You will see that for yourself when Joanne gives you a child and were I to offer my fortune in exchange for it, you would decline.”

Edward was about to make a joke back regarding a good price when Margaret entered the room causing both siblings to look at her. “Begging your pardon, Lady Sharpe, but there’s a lady ‘ere for you saying it’s urgent and that she needs to speak with you now. A Ms Carmichael.”

“See her in immediately, Margaret,” Charlotte ordered. “And somehow, I think Thomas needs to be awoken.”

“Right away, Lady Sharpe.” Margaret turned and left, leaving to do as she was told.

Edward watched as his sister rose to her feet and inhaled deeply, as though about to embrace some terrible fate. “Charlotte?”

“I thought I would have more time to tell you.” She looked at her brother to convey her seriousness. “Mr Hall has tried to have Ms Lydia Carmichael, William’s lover, say that her niece under her charge is William’s illegitimate daughter so that he, along with her familial claim can take Foxgrove, the Hamilton shipping company and all associated money from me.”

“What?” Enraged that Mr Hall was continuing his nefarious methods of getting the Hamilton money from his sister, as he himself had heard William stated that he rather tear down Foxgrove to no more than rubble than see it fall into the hands of his most loathed cousin. “Can he?”

Charlotte gave a small laugh at her brother’s words as she smirked at him. “Oh Edward, do you think so little of me?”

Seeing a scheme in his sister’s eyes, Edward calmed slightly. “What have you in mind?”

“I am not entirely sure as I need to see what it is that has Lydia here at such an early hour first.”

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The Mark of Destiny Ch. 11 (A SidLink AU)

Chapter 11: Miscommunication

Link gazed at his phone worriedly in the middle of the night, the dark room illuminated by the light from the screen.

It had been days since he had gotten that letter from Cyra from the agents. He hadn't gotten a chance to read it as he lost the paper but those words she spoke radiated over and over in his head.  It wouldn't leave him alone.

Promises to promote his dancing career, a dream he always had ever since he was a little boy and had started dancing.

Once again he fought himself on the pros and cons of taking this offer but also leaving it behind. It kept him up at night, tossing and turning for several nights at a time which even resulted him in feeling a little under the weather.

He had sent a text to Sidon telling him he wanted to talk to him about something important. He wanted his input on it. He was his match and to Link any huge life changing moment he would need to talk to Sidon about it before he made any decisions.

But the only answer he had gotten from his lover was that he was really busy with work and didn't have the time to talk. That was a little weird but Link had let it slide. His job must really have needed him this week over something that happened. Link wouldn't hold it against him.

That was until hours stretched into days, and then days into a week. It was becoming clear that even his own match didn't want to talk to him.

What had he done to get him so mad? He wanted to fix this, whatever it was. But how did he get it out of Sidon what was wrong?

He hated fighting with anyone. He always tried to stay on everyone's good side so he prevented any fights.

And prevented passing out when his body shut down on him from the over amount of stress he would be experiencing.

With a sigh he rose from his bed, heading out of his room to the kitchen to make himself some chamomile tea to help him sleep.

To his surprise the kitchen light was on. A quick glance at his phone had him realize that it was four in the morning.

Someone else was up.

“Hey Link,” Linkle greeted as her brother entered the kitchen.

A pot of boiling water bubbled on the stove, his sister dressed in a large tshirt that went down to her knees, stirring the noodles inside the pot.

“Hey. What are you doing up?” he asked curiously going to the tea kettle and set it on the stove to heat up water quickly once he made sure there was enough water inside of it.

“Craving. Little one wouldn't let me sleep until I had some pasta,” she replied with a laugh, her hand lovingly running over her stomach. “What are you doing up?”

Even though she hadn't started showing Link knew that Linkle would still look small with her tiny body even with a fully grown baby inside of her. He would encourage her to eat as much as she wanted to give some muscle to her while she was pregnant now that her dancing wouldn't be helping her with that.

“I've got a lot on my mind,” Link sighed. It wasn't a lie. He really did. But as much as he needed to talk to Sidon about this he needed to talk to Linkle as well.

“Want to talk about it champ?:”

Link smirked a bit at the name. Their dad had used to call him that. Though even with the cute nickname he just hoped that they would be able to talk about this without it ending badly with a huge fight between them.

He didn't need two people angry with him.

At least this time he would know why Linkle would be mad at him should it actually come to that for him.

“Well...yes actually,” Link said, pulling the kettle off the stove before it whistled and poured the hot water into his awaiting mug with a tea bag.

“I'm all ears,” she said, draining her water and sitting down with a large bowl of pasta with butter and a fork.

“Cyra gave me a something about a week ago. I lost the paper but,” he began, letting out a heav sigh as he gripped his warm mug and tried to find just the right words to tell the news to his sister. “I don't know how to say it...”

“Link,” his twin said, reaching out to touch his hand. “You can tell me anything. I'm your sister. We've been through a lot together.”

Link sighed again, squeezing her hand a little.

“Cyra gave me a letter from some agent that went to the recital the other night,” he finally said, afraid to look her in the eye. “They wanted me to come along with them for a traveling dancing troop. Just...me.”

Linkle was quiet a moment, pausing in her eating as the news settled in. Link nearly jumped when he heard the clank of the spoon hitting the bowl, even as softly as she had done it in the first place. He was that nervous.

“Link, that's wonderful news,” she finally said, though her voice did sound a little strained as if she was holding back tears.

He quickly glanced up at her. She smiled sweetly at him, a single tear rolling down her cheek despite her words.

“It is...?” he asked, a little skeptical of her answer. “It really doesn't seem like it. I mean Linkle you're crying.”

“Ignore that. That's just the pregnancy,” she said. “But yes it is good news. You get to expand on your career.”

Link sighed, shaking his head. “But what about you? Linkle we started this whole thing together. Its not right for me to do with without you-ow.”

Linkle had flicked him right in the forehead.

“Now don't start with that. Yes, I'm sad that you were made an offer without me but you want to know what? There will be more chances for me. Now you can take this or you can wait for another opportunity. This decision is yours to make. Don't let anyone make it for you,” she huffed at her brother.

Link was amazed by those words, but he knew in a way she was right. He felt terrible if he took this, constantly feeling guilty.

But then if he didn't take it he would feel like he had missed his once in a lifetime moment to get where he wanted to be.

Though she was right, no one could make this decision except him.. There had to be more chances out there for Linkle. And if there were more for her,  there would be more for him. They could do it together like they had planned.

They would just need to be patient and wait until they were both ready. It would honestly seem like Link had made his decision. That was going to be that he would stay and wait for another chance to come to him when the time was right. He would continue to dance, there was bound to be more times for him.

“Now, do you feel better after getting that off of your chest?” Linke asked around a mouthful of food where it was hard to understand her.

“A little, yeah,” Link said relieved, taking a sip of his tea and glanced at his phone. Still no new messages. “To be honest there is one other thing on my mind that hasn't really been helping me sleep at all.”

“Well I knocked out this problem, let's try another,” Linkle boasted with confidence before exhaling with a small giggle.

“I think Sidon's pissed at me. He hasn't really answered any of my texts for the past week. I don't think anything bad happened to him. He just sometimes responds that he is too busy to talk about anything with me.”

“Sounds like he is a little mad...though over what I wonder.”

Link let out a groan of frustration, resting his hands in his hair and tugged on the blonde strands. “I want to know what it is I did, but I can't just text him saying that I want to know why he's mad at me in the first place.”

“Why the hell not? He's your match, Link,” she retorted with a mouthful of food once more which caused Link to crack a small smile. “I will not sit idly by and watch my brother lose his match over something stupid.”

Link chuckled softly and swiped a noodle from her bowl which earned him a well deserved pout his way.

“I”ll try again I guess.”

*

Link stood outside Sidon's apartment the next morning, his heart hammering in his chest as he looked at the door.

Sidon's car was in its designated parking spot which meant that he was home and hadn't left for work yet.

He had to nip this in the bud while he could. He could not let the silence between them go any farther than it had.

With a deep breath he knocked on the door, feeling his heartbeat growing stronger. He had to relax. He could risk passing out again which he did not want to do right now. He hated doing it. He felt weak and vulnerable.

Sidon quickly answered the door, a heavy frown on his face as his eyes gazed down at him.

“Hey,” he mumbled, looking as if he didn't want to be there.

“Hey...can I come in?”

“I have a shift soon, what's up?”

Link hesitated at first and then let out a sigh. He had to come clean about why he was there. If he didn't he would never be able to fix this.

“I want to know why you're mad at me,” Link finally said, looking up to him.

The silence that fell between them was deafening. If the words he spoke he could take back he instantly would have. He never experienced this sort of thing with Sidon. He was never, ever, like this in the times he had met him.

“I don't have time for this,” Sidon sighed, stepping from his door and locking it behind him, gold eyes seeming to burn into him. “I have to go to work.”

Link watched him go down the hall, feeling the mark on his back seem to ache with each passing step he took.

“Sidon wait,” Link called to him. With tense shoulders Sidon stopped, a scowl on his face. “I am not leaving you alone until you tell me why.”

“Why? How about the fact that you never told me that you accepted the offer from the agent of the dance troop. How you just left me behind without even asking how I felt about the whole thing? How despite that we are matches, you didn't even think to talk to me,” Sidon said, his voice rising with each sentence.

“I-I, what?” Llink asked confused. He had never accepted anything! Where did he get the idea that he had?

“This,” Sidon growled, tossing a rumpled up envelope to the ground. The one that Link had thought he had lost with the details of the offer. “Have a great trip.”

Link quickly went to pick it up, shaking his head the whole time. “Sidon no, that's not-”

But Sidon was already gone. A sinking feeling erupted in his chest. Sidon didn't want to be anywhere near him because he thought he had taken the offer already.

His heart sank into his stomach, a cold sweat covering his body. Sidon wanted no part of him and he didn't believe him if he said he wasn't going to take it.

What was he going to do?

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Sonamy Week Promo for August 2nd Theme - Arabian

Released with special premission to inspire you to write for the event!

Prompt:

(Based on a future fanfiction, that’s all I’ll say on this so far xD)

Sonic snuck into the sultan’s palace, glancing around in the shadows before gesturing for his thieves to make way to the royal treasury.

“What about the princess?” Tails handed out bags to the men, before looking worriedly to Sonic.

“I can handle Miss ‘Jewel of the Arabian Sands.’ Don’t you worry.” He gave him a wink, and watched as his men silently, but efficiently broke down the lock to the door and picked the next one.

He smirked and darted with a fluid swish of his cloth.

“Sonic?” Tails saw the blue blur and sighed, “He’s going to have fun with her again… isn’t he?”

Knuckles, already having looted some other rooms, chuckled as he heaved his bag over his shoulders and passed Tails, “He’s after her mother and father’s royal jewel. You know that. He’s obsessed with it.”

“I don’t think that’s the only thing he’s obsessed with…”

Darting around at impeccable speeds, having most of the guards think it wind, Sonic scaled the windowsills and leaped into the princess’s chambers.

“…Huh… Not here?” he heard music and grinned, turning to slide up against a wall and listen. “…She’s dancing again.” He smirked, dipping his head. “But for who? Certainly not a suitor again…” He was feeling mischievous. Last time he ‘convinced’ the princess to break off a forced arrangement was a few months ago… was her father already trying to sell of his jewel?

Whoever Amy married, the Jewel of the Kings would be given to him.

But Sonic was all about stealing and looting for the unfortunate. If he could steal that jewel, then the people would know he’s swingled the lazy sultan and declared rebellion.

However… Sonic wasn’t tempted by power. He felt it unfair that the Sultan sat around, getting fat with food and doing nothing. But his daughter…

Amy Rose was a woman who wanted to change things, wanted to rule justly, and Sonic would have been happy if she took the throne, to be quite honest.

However…

A woman sultan? Unheard of.

Sonic would have made it happen,… but the people would have never taken her seriously, no matter how much they loved her dancing.

Plus, the King was her father… after all.

Sonic crept his way into the hall, seeing the princes and scoffing at their fine robes, wondering how many slaves he could free today…

He would send his men to their camel caravans and break their chains, but first…

His eyes lingered on the sheer fabric that swayed and bent with motion.

The light pink shimmered in the dancing as it rose up and was spun in the air, before the Princess’s face, covered by traditional clothing, revealed emerald eyes…

She didn’t look like she was too happy dancing… even with her mouth covered, he could tell by her actions.

She’d rather dance for him.

There little ‘affair’ that Sonic lovingly joked about would have to wait.

If the princess fell in love with anyone but him, the jewel would be lost and so would the kingdom. Most likely, falling into the hands of a tyrant instead of a lazy loafer.

No matter how many times Sonic watched her, she would still entrance him like the sands of his Arabia.

She stopped at last, and her father was hoisted up on his seat by four men, directing the princes to come and eat with him.

The princess bowed and watched the men leave, before throwing a hissy-fit. “Ohh!” she summoned the hammer of his people, a weapon of symbolic justice, and began swinging it around. “Father! Why do you keep insisting I dance!? Ugh! I hate dancing for men I don’t feel anything for!”

“…Good thing you didn’t dance for nothing then.”

Eyes, the only visible part of her face at the moment, scanned in wide-eyed wonder towards the shadows.

The Arabian sun would come up in another few hours, but for now, she saw the cloth ripple in the open windows… and a shadow walk out.

“Hello… my Jewel.” Sonic tilted his head, knowing she couldn’t see his smirk in the darkness.

The lights of the flames that illuminated her dance were only on the slightly rose stage… the hammer disappeared into smoke and she rushed over to him.

“Aladdin!”

She jumped into his arms, as he held her close and took in the smell of rich jasmine.

“You’re the one I want to dance for, forever! Why don’t you stop stealing my father’s gold and just take me away instead?”

“Then who would rule?” Sonic joked, knowing she couldn’t, but with her father’s health… if she didn’t marry, maybe there would be exceptions?

“You would! The kingdom adores you. If I had any power, I would have done exactly what you’re doing!” She clung to him, and it almost hurt his heart to see her suffering so…

“You’re just bored, Amy.” He was the only one who could address her so formally without getting beheaded.

“Bored?” her head flung up, insulted. She glared at his face, “Do you even care for me, Aladdin?!”

He had to keep up the ruse. The Princess was the only way into the safe without detection. She wouldn’t alert the guards, thanks to the fact that Sonic had successfully convinced her of their good deeds.

“…More than the gold I keep for myself.” He lightly lifted a thumb to her cover on her face.

She twitched at first, but humbly lowered her head and didn’t struggle.

He removed the sheer, pink fabric and was able to admire her true, beautiful face.

“…Even though the sun hasn’t risen…” he began, and caressed her cheek, “You’re face still sends rays of warmth to my chest.” He bent down to place his cheek by hers, since it wasn’t appropriate in their culture to kiss before marriage anyway.

She turned her cheek away, “Why woo me if there’s nothing you gain from it?”

He smiled as he looped the hand to her neck, quietly trying to subtly steal her royal necklace.

He whispered just loud enough for her not to hear the ‘click’ of the necklace coming undone. “Where’s the fun in dancing for me if I never get to touch you?”

She withdrew back, “You’re mocking my heart!” she then touched her chest, realizing the necklace was gone. “Thief!”

“Hypocrite, but who’s judging?” He twirled the necklace around on his finger, one leg up and to the window.

“I am not lying! I love you!”

“Hush!” he suddenly lowered the leg and moved to her, pulling her against him and spinning the window’s frabic around them to keep them hidden.

A guard walked in, looking around.

Amy’s breaths were through her mouth, but silent as they could be.

Sonic dipped his nose to her, shaking his head and letting it rub against her forehead, a light scold for being too loud and stating words that only a husband should hear.

The guard walked on, but as Sonic was about to release her, she clung to him again.

“Are you… or are you not trying to be the next sultan?”

He froze.

“In the years that you must retire…” she lifted her head to his own, moving her mouth over his face but not quite considered ‘kissing’ him. “Who do you wish to share Arabia with?”

“…You’re a little loose… for a princess.” Out of respect for her, and knowing her royal birth… he pushed her lightly away as the fabric unspun.

“…Am I not even tempting? Compared to the gold you steal?” She looked hurt, and began to walk away, “Ugh! Men! Gaur-!”

She was only joking, keeping her voice low, but he pulled her back.

His forehead touched hers, “If it weren’t for your highness…” he hissed out, but there was longing in his voice… and his lips skimmed her cheeks. “The people would have starved.”

She held her peace, but let out a slight release of air, enjoying his desperate attempt to keep her interested in him.

She was only playing… but she knew, somewhere, deep down… that if he didn’t play the lover… her people would suffer.

She nodded and embraced him, “Good luck… Aladdin.” She closed her eyes tight, before hearing her father call for a servant to fetch her.

“Go! Your men will be safe another hour. But then my father will show off our endless riches to incite the princes to wooing me.” It pained her, but she pulled herself away and gripped his hand. “Also, give it back.” She yanked the necklace out of his hands, catching him off guard as he realized her ‘joke’ was to get close again and swipe it back.

He chuckled under his breath, “You would make a fine thief.”

“Queen of Arabia… or Queen of Thieves?” She placed a finger up to her mouth, as if considering it. It was comical and cute, before she attached the necklace back around her neck.

He snapped, upset he let her trick him, but almost aroused by her skill at deception.

“Well played… until next time, Jewel.”

“A loving reminder that I’m nothing to you without this necklace.” She ‘pfft’d out, looking still slightly upset by how her love’s story was so unjustly keeping them apart. “Whether my father’s health fails him and we’re invaded, or I marry to a new king… where will that place you and me?”

He wrapped an arm around her waist, taking a piece of fabric from her dancer’s gown and ripping it off after a seductive touch before darting off.

He placed the fabric to his nose and winked to her before departing.

“…Still yours… You won’t let that happen, will you?” she smiled, lowering her hands from her neck as the Jewel of her family fell to its rightful place.

They freed the prince’s slaves and even some of the kings. One faithful slave remained, stating his duty wasn’t to the sultan, but the fair princess.

For that statement, Sonic asked him to be a spy for her sake, and keep the princes from disturbing her too much.

The slave said he would do all he could, and inform him if something should arise.

Tails mounted his horse, struggling with his loot in his lap, and happily looked to Sonic. “So… ‘Aladdin’.” He teased, “Does this make me ‘Alibaba’?”

“…That’s enough.” He playfully swiped his hand at Tails’s leg, making him almost loose balance but regain himself on his horse and laugh.

“Did you finally get it?” Tails looked excited.

“…No.” Sonic smirked.

“You know, sometimes I think you want her to keep it.” Tails pouted, turning his face again. “You just run off and have your fun keeping the princess’s heart loyal to you so that there isn’t a new sultan, while we’re here… doing all the dirty work.”

“You know, ‘Alibaba’, for someone who’s getting PAID I wouldn’t argue about the methods.” Sonic gave him a loving look of superiority, as if not to challenge him.

Tails rolled his eyes, still skeptical, before shaking his head. “If you love her, then take her. You’ve never taken a hostage before though… Why not just steal her away for a day?”

“Ha!” Sonic bent his head back, his horse reeling up a little, “The people reverence Amy,… Before my time, her mother taught her to give charity. She has never forgotten that, even when her father abolished it. She considers us her ‘charity’ and I intend to keep it that way.” He reached over and pulled Tails a little towards him, a brotherly shake of his shoulder. “Nah… she would love it, but the people would panic without her. Best to not shake the quivering sand any further than the winds do, eh?”

“Heh, you make no sense.” Tails moved away, “Then be sultan!”

The men cheered as they dashed off, guards quick on their tails now that the alarm went off.

“An hour already?” Sonic looked up, but smiled to see a covered face in pink, sheer fabric, leaning worriedly over the open windows of her palace.

He blew her a kiss, then a thumbs up as he took off.

“No… I’m not fit to be that.”

“Maybe not now… but when you retire back to just, plain old Sonic-“

“No.” Sonic’s joking smile disappeared.

“…” Tails’s face grew grave as well, “…You still care about ranks?”

“She’s a princess, Tails.” Sonic glared for him to reverence that. “I don’t even have a strand of royal blood, not enough to justify anything.”

“What if the Princess could convince her father to change the rules?”

“He’ll have to… if he wants her to marry.” Sonic’s smile returned.

“…Ohhhhh~” Tails nodded, understanding now. “You want her to stay and continuing trying to convince the king to change.” Tails smiled up at the rising sun. “Still… that’s an awful lot of waiting for you two to be together-“

“Who said we were together?” Sonic faked insult, before the guards starting firing arrows.

They ducked and laughed, pulling out swords as Sonic rose his high, “For the kingdom!”

“For freedom!”

“For the Jewel of the Sands…” Sonic whispered, turning his horse around as a few of the men he trusted did the same, and the rest pursued towards their hideout.

It wasn’t long until Sonic caught wind of Amy Rose being kidnapped by a rival thief. One who kept the riches he stole entirely to his Babylon Crew… And with her in danger, Sonic and his band of merry thieves strode to return the princess to her father’s throne.

[anonymouswriter2311]

Little Robin’s Adventures, Chapter 9

Chapter 9: Robin’s in the City Part 2

“Where to next…Mommy?”  Little Robin teased as the archer exited the small ice cream shop to join her love and younger self in the outside seating area.

“Stop it, Kid!” Robin warned as she held the ice cream sundae up so that the little brunette couldn’t reach it, after watching her jump and struggle for a few moments she finally gave in and lower her arm.

“I think it’s cute, I mean she does look just like you so it’s only natural that people would think that she’s our daughter...and not, well, your younger self,” Alice spoke absentmindedly as she licked her ice cream cone, not aware of the effect she was having on the older brunette.

“Yeah, well I think it’s weird!” The archer fought back, as she started to pick at her own tub of ice cream.

“You and Pretty Alice are kind of like my other parents, so I think it’s cool!” The child smiled happily at the couple, as she tucked into her triple scoop sundae, with extra chocolate fudge sauce, that Robin had treated her to.

“Trust me, when you look back on this when you’re older, you won’t think it’s cool.” Robin rolled her eyes at the young girl, before picking up a napkin and gently grabbing the small brunette’s face. “Stay still, you’ve got a little ice cream…”

“Oh, such a cute family.” All three turned around to look at the older couple sitting a few tables away from them, smiling with glee at the trio.

“T-Thanks,” Robin muttered as she rubbed the back of her neck nervously. She didn’t know why, but she had always felt nervous around the older generation of Storybrooke and being in New York didn’t change that.

“My granddaughter is like you, you know.” The old lady whisper-shouted, at the trio.

“Really?” Alice beamed, sitting forward in her chair slightly.

“Yep, I can't wait to tell her that I saw the cutest little family.” The old lady gushed, smiling sweetly at Little Robin, as she moved to sit in Robin’s lap.

“I love my two mommies!” The little brunette giggled as she burrowed into the archer's arms, knowing fine rightly that she was driving Robin insane.

“So adorable! We’ll leave you to your ice cream.” The old man spoke, as he helped his wife out of her seat and waved at the little family.

“You two are loving this aren’t you?” Robin hissed through gritted teeth as she lifted Robin off her lap and back into her own seat, so she could finish the last few spoonful’s of her sundae.

“Yep!” “I love my two mommies.” The two smiled brightly at the archer.

“C’mere monkey! You want to be my daughter for the day, you’ve got it!” Robin smirked before she scooped the girl up into her arms and spun her around wildly, tickling her as she did so.

“Stop! I can’t...I can’t breathe!”

“Okay you two, enough jesting around. We’ve got to buy this little lady some clothes!” Alice laughed along with them, as Robin sat the small brunette on her shoulders before she grabbed the blonde’s hand.

“I’m thinking a pretty pink dress, with matching pumps...what do you think Kid?” The archer joked with her younger self, earning a few gentle kicks to the chest and bangs on the head in return.

“Gross! I want jeans!”

“Just like her Mother.” Alice rolled her eyes at the two brunette’s, she was defiantly never going to let either of the Robin’s forget this day.

“Yeah, yeah.”

***

After successfully purchasing a whole new wardrobe for the small girl, the trio spent most of their day walking around Times Square, taking pictures with Little Robin’s favorite cartoon characters, visiting the Disney Store, buying way too much candy for Little Robin to bring home for her Mother. The day was slowly starting to dwindle down when Alice suggested that they see a musical, and Robin knew just the one Little Robin would enjoy.

 “What’s this show about again?” Little Robin asked as they waited in line for their tickets to be checked.

“It’s...well, it’s kind of about Mom. But another version of her.” Robin bent down to whisper, afraid that people would think her crazy if they heard her speaking of Elphaba as her Mother.

“Is she evil?” The little brunette whispered back.

“Nope, everyone just assumes she is because of the color of her skin.” Robin winked scooping the child into her arms as the line started to move again.

“Just like with Mom.” The small child whispered once again, as she snuggled into Robin’s arms, feeling the effects of the day starting to catch up with her.

“Exactly!” Alice smiled bouncing excitedly, next to the brunette’s as their tickets were being checked.

 “Thanks!” Robin smiled at the theatre employee before they walked up the stairs to the main lobby.

“Ohh, candy! Can we get some Robin?” Alice grabbed the brunette’s arm as she caught sight of the glass display case, filled with different kinds of candies.

“Anything for you Babe. You want some Kid?” The archer asked as she set the child down and pulled out her wallet, that was starting to feel a lot lighter after all the treats she’d gotten her younger self and lover throughout the day.

“Red vines, please!”

“You two go get our seats!” Robin smiled at the pair as she handed them their tickets and walked swiftly towards the empty concession stand. “Hey, can I get three of your green Elphaba slushies and a box of Red Vines, a pack of chocolate M&M’s and a large bag of gummy bears...oh and the flying monkey teddy please.”

“That will be $40 please.” The vendor smiled sweetly, as she moved to fill up the wicked styled refreshment cups.

“Here ya go!” Robin spoke cheerfully as she handed the money over, and slipped the small monkey into her jacket pocket, planning to surprise her Mother with it when they returned to Storybrooke.

“Here, a little something extra for the Kid. In my experience, when I have my little girl out at the theatre, she always finishes her candy before the curtain comes up.” The vendor smiled as she handed Robin an extra box of Red Vines.

“Thanks, I think that might be the case with my fiancé as well!” Robin joked as she tried to balance the candy and drinks.

“You make quite the little family, it’s nice to see that these days and your daughter looks just like you!” The woman commented as Robin had to try and hold back the eye roll. It seemed that everyone that they had seen, had felt the need to tell the archer this.

“Thanks, I always thought she had her Mom’s eyes though. Thanks again for these!” The brunette forced a smile on her face, playing along.

“Hey, don't like anyone tell you any different! A family is a family, no matter how many Mom’s or Dad’s someone has.” The vendor smiled, as she reached out to touch the brunette’s hand slightly, receiving a small nod in return.

“What’s was taking so long! I was about to eat my emergency pack of pretzels!” Little Robin practically tackled her older self, when Robin finally reached the impatient pair.

“I just had a nice little chat with the lady at the concession stand...she thinks we’re adorable, even gave me some free candy for when you run out!” Robin said with a shrug, before giving Alice a small peck as she settled into her seat.

“See! Me being your daughter pays off doesn’t it!” The small brunette joked as she crawled onto Robin’s lap, with half of her candy already gone.

“Yeah, Kid. It’s not so bad...and it’s good practice for when our own little one comes.” The archer winked at her fiancé lacing their fingers together, as they smiled lovingly at each other.

“What’s gonna happen to me then?” Little Robin whispered to herself, just as the orchestra started up the opening song.

“Kid it’s starting,” Robin whispered to the child curled up in her lap, as her hold around the small child tightened.

 ***

The whole way back to the hotel Little Robin didn’t speak one word, didn’t say if she liked the show, didn’t beg for pizza or ask for just a little look in a toy shop and when they finally arrived at their room, the little brunette immediately grabbed her new set of pjs and headed straight for the bathroom.

 “Is she okay?” Alice whispered as the small brunette disappeared into the bathroom.

 “She was fine earlier...maybe she’s just tired?” Robin shrugged worriedly as she scratched the back of her neck.

 “Maybe it was the play?” The blonde suggested, as she sat down next to the brunette and cuddled into her side.

 “I don’t think so, it’s the same one Henry brought me to and I was fine afterward.”

 “You’re not as sensitive as Little Robin! She’s never had bullies to put up with, so she wears her heart on her sleeve!” The blonde poked her fiancé in the stomach playfully, as she lifted Robin’s arm to wrap it around her.

 “I guess you’re right...do you think I did the wrong thing? Talking to those parents?” The brunette muttered as she played with the ends of Alice’s hair.

 “Of course not! I can’t bear the thought of anyone saying anything horrible to that little girl!”

 “Thinking about it makes me sick...but what if, because of what I did, Little Robin takes a different path in life?” Robin mumbled, allowing herself to be vulnerable for a change.

 “Then, we get two completely different Robin’s! I say the more Robin’s the better and as long as this one stays the same, I’m fine!” Alice jumped up slightly to kiss her lover deeply, before resting their foreheads together. “But, you still need to talk to her. Find out what’s wrong.”

 “Okay…”

 The two women lay content on the small couch, nibbling on the leftover candies while the waiting for the small brunette to exit the bathroom. When she did, it was obvious to both women that she had been crying.

 “I’m gonna go and get ready.” Alice smiled brightly at the two brunettes before mouthing ‘Talk to her!’ at her fiancé as she walked out of the room.

 “Hey Kid, come here for a second,” Robin shouted playfully to the child, who had already tucked herself into bed.

 “I don’t wanna.” The small girl muttered, sniffling gently and prompting the older brunette to walk over to her instead.

 “Hey, talk to me Kid...what’s wrong?” The brunette coed as she ran her fingers through the child’s hair.

 “It’s nothing...you’ll laugh.”

 “I cross my heart, I promise I won’t laugh.” Robin promised as she held her arms out for Little Robin to crawl into.

 “I’m worried about something…” Little Robin mumbled as she tucked herself into Robin’s arms.

 “And what would that be?”

 “What’s gonna happen to me when you and Pretty Alice have a baby?” The small brunette cried, as her older self quickly tried to soothe her.

 “Oh, Kid...listen to me okay. Yes, Alice and I are planning on having children, but that doesn’t mean that we are planning on getting rid of you!” Robin smiled brightly at her younger self as she wiped away the tears. “If anything, we are gonna want you around more often! Our baby is going to need a best friend and a babysitter!”

 “Really?” Little Robin sniffled, wiping the remainder of her tears away.

 “Really! Alice and I love having you around Kid! We can’t imagine our life without you, and we don’t plan on ever having to do so!” The archer hugged her younger self tightly, littering her small face with little kisses.

 “Is someone having a cuddle party without me?!” Alice shouted as she entered the room and made a run and jump for the bed, tackling the two brunettes.

 “It can’t be a cuddle party without you, Pretty Alice.” Little Robin squealed, as she wrapped her arms around the blonde's neck.

 “Hey, hands off my woman!” Robin fake shouted as she lifted the small child high into the air, before letting her fall onto the bed.

 “Technically she’s my woman too!” Little Robin teased, knowing that it annoyed her older self.

 “That’s it! The tickle monster is coming out!”

 The playful squeals could be heard throughout the hallway, but no one felt the need to complain. They just let the adorable little family have their fun, because who could say no, to the cute Little Robin and her two Moms.

AO3

[leah-halliwell92]

His Shooting Star

Summary: Jules is in love with Optimus and was close to telling him. What happens when Elita-1 is found and repaired?

Disclaimer: Pictures and gif used are not mine!

"Elita," Optimus gasped as he laid optics on the femme for the first time since she was salvaged.

Jules held a gasp at the depth and warmth that belied his shock at seeing his former lover once again and leaned against Ratchet's leg for support as Optimus' optics softened at warmed at the femme and she returned his shocked greeting with a small grin and a quiet, "Orion."

Jules' heart clenched at that and was taken over by the sudden urge to laugh hysterically at the situation she was now in but held that for when she was alone. She snapped herself out of the stupor she was in and quietly padded away to a quiet corner of the base to gather herself enough to make it till her shift was over. She took a peek out of the corner down the hall where the bots were still standing to see Optimus and Elita in a tender embrace and forehead plates pressed. She pulled back deeper into he shadow of the hall she's in and sank to the floor when her back hit a wall. A small blank grin appeared on her face as she stared into nothing.

'Juliette does die at the end of the story...' she thought ruefully.

"Juliette?" She heard someone called.

Jules looked up to see Ratchet's holoform kneeling in front of her.

"Mmm? Oh...uh, I'll be in the med bay if anyone needs me," she said jumping to her feet and began making her way around Ratchet only to be stopped by a gentle hand.

She turned to him and forced a smile. She's OK...she has to be.

"I'm alright Ratch, honestly," she said quietly.

The med bot knew she was anything but if the smell of salt water in the air was anything to go by.

Jules knew she couldn't fool him. Drawing a breath she said, "We can talk later. For now just let me continue on with my day...please."

Ratched knew she needed some sense of normalcy to use as a distraction so he gave her a small nod and let her make her way to the med bay.

His holoform disappeared and soon he was pulling the rest of the bots away from the reacquainting couple. He only hoped Optimus thought of his next steps carefully if not no amount of time would be able to heal Jules' broken spark.

In the med bay, Jules finished hers and Ratchet's paperwork, organized her tool box, cleaned operating platforms that needed cleaning and promptly found a niche for herself in Ratchet's room. She took the time to take the pieces of her heart and mend them enough to make herself a believable liar to her bots knowing that there is going to be a party to celebrate not only the addition of a new bot to the family but the return of a...Sparkmate. Jules shook her head erasing the thought from her head. She can't let on that her walls have been breached. That they have been hit at its weakest part and she was having trouble holding off the torrent of emotions that want to escape.

"Is pretty mechanic lady ok?" Brains asked tapping her foot.

Jules smiled at the bot and went to sit with him on her lap, "I'm fine Brains. Its been a long day is all."

The small bot nodded and hopped off her lap to go to the main hangar.

"Come on pretty femme! Party!" The small bat said excitedly.

Jules smiled after the tiny bot and followed despite the inner battle that was waging for her emotional wall to hold just a bit longer.

In the main hangar, the bots were all laughing as they shared stories from battles passed and the golden years of Cybertron and then some.

"Jules come and meet Elita-1," Optimus called her over as he caught sight of her.

Jules forced a smile as she made her way to the couple.

Optimus smiled at the young human woman and said, "Elita this is Juliette the one that not only found you but aided Ratchet with your repairs," Elita looked down at the human woman and smiled.

"Thank you young one for saving my life," the femme said voice warm.

Jules nodded with a bright genuine smile.

"Juliette this is Elita-1," he said proudly.

'When's the spark bond ceremony?' she thought quietly as the couple shared a long look seeming to forget where they are.

Jules looked away from them both in awkwardness and pain.

Bee looked at the girl he considered as his little sister and made quick work of getting her away from the couple knowing full well what its doing to the girl.

'Come on,' his holoform signed to her.

Jules nodded grateful for the out the yellow bot was giving her and slipped away with him.

In a quieter part of the hangar, Bee let Jules gather herself before pulling her into a warm and supportive hug.

"Thanks Bee," she said into his shoulder.

He gave a soft nod and held her quietly.

"She doing alright?" Ratchet asked as he approached the couple.

Bee shook his head in the negative and tightened his hold as he felt her frame shake.

Ratchet's eyes widened and saw Jules looking at something. He turned to see Optimus' holoform hold a beautiful brunette in his arms, Elita.

Ratchet and Bee shared a look and together they made their way out a distraught young man in their grasp.

Away from prying eyes and ears Jules let out a string of spark breaking sobs.

The mechs did not know what to do so they settled for sitting on each side of her cocooning her in their warmth as she cried her fill. They knew that things were only going to get worse before they got better.

"Go inside Bee, you'll be missed more than I will," Ratchet said as he noticed the young girl asleep on his shoulder.

Bee didn't want to go but knew he was right so stood and began making his way back.

'What do I say if they ask about you or Jules?' he signed.

"Tell them I needed her help," Ratchet said as he stood and picked Jules up bridal style.

Bee nodded and made his way back to the main hangar.

Ratchet took his time walking to her room taking the farthest corridors so the music and loud mechs didn't wake her. Upon arrival to her door Ratchet was met with Optimus' holoform.

"Is she alright?" he asked worriedly.

Ratchet didn't know how to answer so gave a small nod.

Optimus didn't buy that for a second. He looked to Jules and saw the tear tracks on her cheeks and the sad frown that marred her features even in her sleep.

"I was going to put her to bed," Ratchet said hoping Optimus would let it go.

"I can take her," the leader said.

Ratchet wanted to tighten his hold on the woman knowing that if the Prime saw the small signs of distress on the woman's face that he'd stick to her side until she was better. And knowing said Prime he'd try to help...fighter of the free universe indeed. Ratchet also knew that it would look odd if he said no or insisted on it being him to do. He had no choice but to pass her over to Optimus and go back to the party.

"Elita wants to talk to you," Optimus said to the medic's retreating back.

Ratchet waved a wand in the air showing that he'd heard.

Opening the door, Optimus set her on her couch so he could prepare the bed for her to sleep.

He took grate care in putting her to bed making sure her feet are covered by the duvet and tucked her gently into bed. Taking the pencil she held her hair up with from her bun Optimus saw fresh tears falling from her closed eyes. He grabbed the chair that is in front of her desk and sat down before taking one of her hands in his and ran a gentle finger on her cheek. The tears came to a steady stop and a gentle happy grin appeared on her still sleeping features.

Jules dreamed changed from a heartbreaking nightmare to a gentle loving dream. She was surprised to find herself in the spot of Belle in Beauty and the Beast being held tenderly by...Optimus. She couldn't help but think she was a little too old to be dreaming of her own Prince Charming but decided to go with it. She basked in the warmth of her hand in his and the gentleness of his hand as he ran a thumb lovingly over her cheek. They danced around the ballroom she wrapped in his embrace heart fixed on keeping this feeling so she could have something to carry her over until she was ready to move on, if she ever would.

Optimus was worried. What could be wrong with Jules to have made her this way?

Her hand tightened around his as if she was trying to keep him there.

Optimus looked at her and couldn't help but think about how beautiful she is inside and out a fighter through and through but with a heart that could bring peace to the stars. She is not without her flaws but those were quirks about her he hand grown fond of. And in the four years he has known her, he has never seen Jules look so distressed about something. He felt the draw to recharge but didn't have the spark to abandon her in her time of need.

So that is how he spent the night, by her side offering her his silent support.

In her dream, Jules was being held by Optimus as they stood in the balcony that overlooked the gardens of the large French inspired gardens and sighed finally content.

Morning came and Jules shifted showing signs of waking as she shifted.

Jules woke and was met by a pair of bright cerulean eyes. She smiled gently and reached a hand to Optimus' cheek her mind still swimming in the remnants of her dream.

Optimus returned the grin and held her hand to his cheek liking how warm and comforting it felt against his cheek.

Reality began to seep through her bubble and soon the events of the day before crashed down on her.

Optimus saw the shift in her eyes. They had been so bright and warm when she opened them now they were empty and sad.

"Jules?" he asked worry in his voice.

Jules cleared her throat and gently pulled her hand back.

"You need to recharge," she said with a shaky laugh.

Optimus furrowed his brow at the sudden shift in Jules.

"Are you alright?" he asked reaching for her again.

Jules didn't have the strength or heart to fight him so she let him set her into a sitting position and take her hands in his.

'They feel so much warmer and gentler than in my dream,' she thought in wonder.

"Are you alright Jules?" He asked again.

She looked from their hands to him and gave him a small grin.

"Don't worry about me Optimus, I'll be ok just going through a rough patch is all. Go be with Elita," she urged holding back tears.

Optimus saw the tears in her eyes.

"I don't understand," he said.

"You can't fix everything Or–Optimus," she said gently almost defeated.

"I'll send Ratchet in to scan you," he said and stood to fetch said medic.

Jules gave a light nod and laid back in bed pulling the covers over her head.

Ratchet walked in leaving an even more worried Optimus standing outside the door.

He lay down beside her atop the covers and waited.

"Why is it that every time I get this close to happiness its ripped away from me. Why!?" she said as she started sobbing anew, "I love him Ratchet! I love him and I can't even tell him without threatening his happiness."

Ratchet heard the gasp from outside the door but remained silent.

Jules cried her heart out in Ratchet's embrace.

"I dreamed he was my prince last night," she said after she calmed down some.

She regaled him with her dream and how she'd love to have that happen to her.

"It felt so real that when I woke up I thought I was still dreaming," she said her voice light and quiet.

'She's giving up,' Ratchet thought as Jules smiled sadly at nothing.

"I'll be up in a minute just let me wash up," she said with the same smile.

Ratchet nodded, stood from the bed and made his way out of the room.

"Not here," Ratchet said as Optimus looked ready to go into the room again.

"But–"

"No!" Ratchet said and practically dragged Optimus down the hall to the main hangar, "You need to recharge before you even consider talking to her about what you eavesdropped on!"

"How do I fix this?" Optimus asked.

The haloforms disappeared and soon the bots were standing tall in the hangar.

"You talk to her," Elita said as she walked in, "About what we talked about."

Ratchet gave Optimus a pointed look and said, "Elita and I had a talk last night while you were with Juliette."

Optimus sat and listened to Elita's full story. How she met a new mech she met a few hundred years after they events of the war took a turn for the worse. How the bot helped her move on and open her spark again to love as well as hope.

"Optimus did you hope for us to be like we once were?" She asked quietly.

The question stumped Optimus, did he want that or did he long for something else entirely?

"What we had was amazing Orion...You will always be my first bot and my best friend. And as your friend I can honestly say that you have closed your spark to hope and love for too long over my supposed death," Elita pressed her hand to his faceplate and pulled his eyes to meet hers, "You found someone Orion. Don't let the past keep you chained to what once was."

Optimus looked down at his hands and gave a small nod.

"Lets go for a walk and tell me of the young woman that saved my aft and kicked yours into gear," Elita said with a small grin.

"He needs his recharge," Ratchet said seriousness in his voice.

Elita waved him away knowing full well Optimus does need to recharge but also knows that he needs sometime to gather his thoughts and process through his own feelings for Jules.

In the med bay Jules went about her business almost in a trance like state flickering in and out of reality considering its been a slow morning. She sat at her desk with her watercolor palette and journal out before her. She put her phone on the table and let the music fill the empty space as she sketched out the prince from her dreams as they danced. The image left much to the imagination in its penciled in form and couldn't wait to add some color to the image. Taking a round brush from her bag, she misted the colors she wanted to use with water and began painting the image her dream had conjured the night before. She smiled softly as she brought her mind's image to life. From the blue in the prince's hair to the soft peach of the dress of the lady in his arms, Jules took her time and great care in painting the picture and adding the details she could remember from her dream.

Ratchet walked into the med bay and found Jules at her desk painting. He gave her a sad grin as he saw the picture she was working so intently on. As he observed her he noticed that she seemed to be taking great care in painting Optimus' holoform. Making sure the eyes are just right, the contours of the body based on how the couple are posed on the picture are where they are suppose to be. This impressed him but what had him staring at the image was not how the gentleman in the picture looked at the woman...its how the woman is looking at the man. The man has a tender look on his face yes but compared to the smile the woman is looking at him with and the look in her eyes... It told a story, herstory. This picture told him Jules' story.

"Jules?" he said putting a gentle hand on her shoulder.

She looked up at him with a sad smile, "Been standing there long?"

He gave her a small grin and shook his head and in a warm tone said, "Long enough to find you in your element."

She smiled at him and showed him the still unfinished painting, "What do you think?"

He breathed deeply, "It tells me your story Juliette."

She smiled at him sadly and nodded.

"She is madly in love with him...he is her best friend and he can't seem see how she's looking at him, can't see the longing in her eyes," she said with a sad sigh and quietly asked, "Is Optimus recharging?"

Before he could answer the couple heard the door open and revealed the holoform of Elita walking in with a sheepish looking Optimus holding a bouquet of wild flowers in his left hand.

Jules dabbed at the painting lightly to dab away any excess water on the surface before closing the journal.

"You should be recharging," Ratchet growled at Optimus.

"And he knows that Ratchet now put down the wrench before you do something that you'll (most likely not) regret. Come one lets go for some Energon and leave these two to talk, hmm?" she said as she pushed Optimus on the chair in front of the desk.

Ratchet sent Jules an apologetic smile and let Elita pull him away from the desk and out of the med bay.

Jules and Optimus eyed each other awkwardly and soon she was sketching in her journal.

"You once told me you had made portraits of each of us," he said a light blush dusting his features.

She looked up at him surprised and nodded and dug through her bag for a bigger journal and passed it to him quietly.

They're fingers met as he took the journal and both shivered at the shared touch.

The couple shared a semi-companionable silence as Optimus looked through her journal and Jules drew in her current one. The silence was not oppressive or uncomfortable thanks to the tunes playing in the background and Optimus couldn't be more grateful to it than he is now. Looking down he suddenly remembered that he had brought the flowers for her.

He cleared his throat and said, "These are for you."

Jules looked up and was met with a shy smile and the bouquet of wild flowers. She couldn't help the smile that blossomed on her face as she took the flowers from him and inhaled their sweet scent.

"You didn't have to," she said with her own blush.

"I wanted to and well...I wanted to ask if you if you'd give me the honor partaking in what you call a date?" He asked.

Jules looked at him in shock.

"What about Elita? I thought you and her were..." she stopped looking down.

Optimus smiled at her gently and made his way around the desk and gently turned her to face him before kneeling in front of her.

"Juliette, Elita and I sat down and had a much needed talk," he said taking one of her hands in his, "A few hundred years after the war took a turn for the worst on Cybertron, Elita found someone. She moved on something I seem to have done but did not realize until it recently."

Jules stared at him shock and with a small smile said said, "If you're sure then...I'd love to go to dinner."

Optimus pressed a kiss to her forehead and smiled at her and thanked Primus for this second chance.

'I will make it up to you, I promise...Shootingstar,' he thought lovingly.