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lunaekalenda · 3 years ago

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🌼‘s Summary for Eren and Fem!Reader request: Eren wakes up to the sounds of Y/N crying and learned that her family had to cancel their vacation plans due to the ongoing virus pandemic (Eren was also bummed out that he was unable to visit his parents, Mikasa, and Armin because of the same reasons and they urged him and Y/N to stay home just to be safe). Then, Eren wrapped Y/N in his naked body to comfort her until he hatched an idea before asking Y/N to wait in bed until he returns (part 1)

hi! of course!! i hope you like it, honey! sorry for all the waiting!!

end of the request: (Part 2 of request) and has Y/N to listen to music or read a book in his absence. After Eren returns to Y/N, he had Y/N close her eyes while he carried her outside to the flower meadow near their home. Once they reached the meadow, Eren places a flower crown on Y/N before having her open her eyes. After Y/N opened her eyes, she sees that Eren is still naked except for the eucalyptus crown on his head and sees that Eren set up a little flower festival for the both of them along with a picnic basket of food he set down and Eren commented that the flower crown on her head matched her f/c nightgown she’s still wearing. Then Y/N began to cry with happiness and embraces him before they enjoy their little festival activities in the meadow. Finally, while watching the clouds in the sky together, Eren cradled Y/N in his arms and hummed/sang Isabellas Lullaby (I see him singing AmaLees version of the song) before falling asleep and napping on his still bare shoulder. Eren proposes Y/N to marry him before the end of the flower festival request? Could you add that part in as part of the one-shot?

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eren x fem!reader

w: nudity

You put the phone in your little table again, tears falling fast from your eyes. You turn around. Eren is still sleeping, his calm breath making his chest raise quietly. You put your head on his neck crook, tears still falling silently, wanting to feel your boyfriend next to you, getting a little comfort from him. He moves a little.

“Y/N?” he asks. His voice isn’t more than a sleepy whisper and his arms are now around your waist, getting you closer to him. “Are you crying, love?” he asks. He can hear your quiet sobs, feel your irregular breathing against his body. “What happened?” his tone is still low, but the sweetness on his voice is clear.

“I can’t visit my family this summer.” you say, on a whisper. Tears are falling again. He caresses your hair with soft movements.

“They did approve the mobility law, hm?” It was just a project, but it seems like it’s now a reality. You feel Eren’s skin against yours while he attracts you closer, your face against his chest, his lips giving you sweet kisses on the top of your hair. You enjoy his proximity, one of your hands resting near your head, giving his chest some caresses. Then, he has an idea.

“Love, could you wait here for me a second?” he asks. You look at him, your eyes still swollen because of crying. You nod.

“Where are you going?” you ask while he gets up, his naked body receiving the first golden rays. He just smiles, giving you a near manga and kissing your lips before going out to the corridor.

While you read, Eren doesn’t make a sound, as if he was missing. Maybe he is on the little field you have at home. Since you bought a house on the countryside, your house has a really big parcel, where you have some flowers and plants. While he’s away, you’re able to end some manga volumes, really enjoying the story, when you hear his voice.

“Close your eyes, love.” he asks. You do so, always having that blind faith on him. He enters the room, and you feel his proximity. “I’m going to take you in my arms, okay?” he asks. You nod and feel how he sneaks a hand under your knees, the other having your back. “Don’t open them until I tell you, please” he asks. You nod, your body searching proximity with his. He leaves you on something that feels like a blanket. You can hear birds and feel the sun on your skin. A little pressure on your head, as if Eren placed something on it. “Open them.” he asks.

You take a minute to adapt your eyes to the sudden light, analyzing where you are. You’re in the flower camp, sitting near the lilacs. His head is now adorned with an eucalyptus crown, the only thing on his body. He has his hands behind his body, hiding something. He takes a little picnic basket, putting it on the floor. Then, you see around you. A blanket under your body, with some plates and the picnic, and Eren by your side, smiling at you while he opens the basket.

“Eren, what’s this?” you ask, amazed. The sun makes his skin smoother and his eyes greener, his smile as beautiful as always.

“It’s just a little festival. Just for the two of us.” Then, you’re aware of the low music playing on the background, really calming and relaxing beats sound from his phone. He gives you a plate with fruit, looking at your head. You look at your reflection on the phone. A flower crown is on your hair.

“Eren, this is...”

“You look beautiful.” he says, simply. “And a lot more now that you’re smiling.” Your eyes became full of tears after your boyfriend’s words, and that made you jump into his arms, your head on the crook of his neck, smelling that sweet scent Eren always has. He wraps your body with his arms, putting you even closer to him. “Thanks, Eren.” you say.

“I didn’t want to see you sad because you couldn’t go to that trip. So I decided to make our vacations special.” he says. “I prepared a lot of things to do.”

And he did. From a sweet karaoke, a fun game about guessing drawings and the projection of a film on the wall of your house to teaching you how to make flower crowns. Now, he’s kissing you softly, your legs tangled while his hands explore your back. He doesn’t rush, he kisses you slowly, as if he wanted to make this moment eternal, and you’re thankful for it. He parts. It’s almost night, some stars appearing on the sky. He looks at them and you look at him. He takes something from the basket. You thought you ended the food.

“See, you’re the woman of my dreams. The only one that understands me with just a sight, the only one that makes me feel good with just a smile. I’m sure you’re the girl of my life and i will love you forever. And you don’t know how immensely happy I’ll be if you accept that love.” he takes a little ring from the picnic basket. Your eyes began to drop tears. “Would you marry me?” he asks. You nod, incapable of talking, while he slides the ring on your finger. He hugs you and you kiss him, so happy. You’re gonna marry him.

You’re gonna marry the love of your life.

You’re still between his arms, some minutes later, his lips leaving sweet kisses on your body while you caress the wrist near your chest. Eren starts to hum a song, something you know but you can’t recognize. He starts to sing quietly.

“Let me sing a lullaby

As you close your eyes”

The song enters your ears softly and you feel Eren’s hands caressing your hair. You snuggle against him.

“And as you're drifting off to sleep

How I hope that the dreams that you find are bright

Love, can we meet again soon in the bluest of skies?

Where a tomorrow waits for you and I

So hold me tight one more time”

Your eyes are now closed as he feels your calm breath. He caresses you as he smiles, the ring on your finger shining with the moonlight. He feels so empty, so good and warm. He’ll be your husband. He can’t wait.

“I’ll make you happy, y/n. I promise.”

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fanimesenseiwrites · 4 years ago

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What All the Boys and MC would do for Valentine's Day:

Lucifer:

He's a private man, his pride is on the line okay???

He'll take you out for a nice dinner, but other than that he won't make any huge public displays of affection

But as soon as you get back to the privacy of his bedroom.........

It's like Valentines Day threw up in his room... but in a classy way

There's red roses and rose petals everywhere, candles and fireplace are lit, champagne chilling, chocolates out

Holy shit, color you impressed

Lucifer will put on some music and slow dance with you, it's really romantic

Of course, he’ll want to do... other things with you too ;)

Mammon:

You know this boy forgot until like the day before...

He went out that night to buy you some stuff and sneaks it into your room while you're sleeping

So you wake up the next morning surrounded by flowers and candy and balloons and you're pretty sure that that Teddy bear in the corner is bigger than three of you combined...

(That boy really doesn't know anything about being subtle)

You feel a little bad because you only got him some chocolates and made him a card

But you put so much work in this card and you wrote down all your feelings for him and...

NO! He's not crying! There's just something in his eye of course

He'll want you all to himself for the rest of the day. He doesn't care what you do, just let him be greedy with you

Leviathan:

Levi celebrate valentine's day? That's such a normie thing, he'd never do that...

But then you presented him with a hand-drawn card of Ruri-Chan telling him how wonderful he is and homemade treats that look exactly like the ones from My Science Lab Partner Thinks I'm An Idiot Because I Like To Bake, But Then I Showed Him That Baking Is Science And Now I Think He's In Love With Me???

Levi loves them so much and he can tell how much effort you put into them, what kind of a True Friend would he be if he didn't at least reciprocate?

So he immediately researches what he can do for you that's Valentine's Day appropriate

He decides to take you to the aquarium.

He's a little nervous about it until you get there and he sees how excited you are

You just wanna hold his hand and look at the fish and of course Levi is a blushing mess

He'll be an even bigger mess when you kiss him but once he gets over the initial shock, he's happy to kiss you too

Satan:

He's not really into Valentine's Day like that, but he is romantic and he loves you so...

If you make plans, he's happy to just do that with you but if you don't...

He'll make up a nice lunch for you two and take you for a picnic in a nice, secluded area

He's a fairly private man too, he gets it from his brother

He'll recite poetry to you while you eat and it's probably the most romantic thing you've ever experienced

When you're both done eating, he presents you with a small book of poetry that he wrote himself

A quick flip through the book and it's really apparent that all the poetry is about you

You were wrong earlier, THIS is the most romantic thing you've experienced

You practically attack Satan with a kiss and he's more than happy to kiss back

Things get heated quickly and, well... there's a reason Satan chose such a secluded spot for your picnic 😏

Asmodeus:

This boy is so fucking stoked for Valentine's Day.

He's always enjoyed it because he always gets so much attention from his adoring fans, but this is year is special because he gets to spend it with you

He bought you two coordinating outfits to wear for the day, you're going to be the cutest, hottest couple out there

He's going to take you to brunch, and shopping, and to get manicures, to get dinner. He just wants to show you how much he loves you and show the rest of the Devildom how much he loves you too

When you get back to the House of Lamentation, he'll whisk you away to his room which is where you'll spend the rest of the night

Beelzebub:

Of course he knows it's Valentine's Day, his favourite treat shops have been putting out special Valentine's treats for about a week now and he's been buying them up in preparation for today

He'll start with breakfast in bed, a full spread just for you

Then he'll present you with all the treats he bought for you. Unsurprisingly, it's way more than you could ever eat so you're happy to share with him of course

He'll prepare a nice lunch for you two eat in the garden, but otherwise you'll spend the rest of the day snuggled together, watching romcoms, and eating Valentine's treats

If you're in the mood, Beel will be nibbling on more than chocolate... 😏

Belphegor:

He's not really into Valentine's Day either, too much effort

But you want to celebrate and if he doesn't then you'll get all sad and pouty then one of his brothers will swoop in and celebrate with you and he can't have that

So he'll take you to the botanical gardens. They're pretty and romantic and fairly chill.

You enjoy it but you'll want to do something else afterwards, but Belphie will want to take a nap of course

You split the difference and go home to snuggle and watch a movie

Belphie is the big spoon so that he can whisper sweet things in your ear until he falls asleep

Diavolo:

This man goes ALL OUT. Subtlety? He doesn't know the meaning of the word.

What do you expect from the crown prince though? He can get anything he wants, and what he wants is to get you anything you want

He'll buy you everything: flowers, chocolates, balloons, stuffed animals, clothes, lingerie...

He'll rent out the entirety of Ristorante Six for just the two of you (he didn't wanna make Barbatos cook that night)

After he wines and dines you, he'll take you back to the palace where he has some of the royal musicians play for you so you two can dance until your feet hurt

Then he'll take you upstairs for a nice hot bath... with him if you want 😉

Barbatos:

Diavolo told him that he'd give him the day off to spend with you, but then he suddenly really needed him to go run a errand for him

Of course Barbatos would not refuse him

Diavolo insists that you go with Barbatos actually, so you can learn something or something...

You're not stoked about running errands, but you're happy to go and be with Barbatos

Diavolo just gives you an address and says you'll know what to do when you get there

You two arrive at the address and it's a hotel...?

You're both confused so you go in and Barbatos speaks to the front desk clerk

They're expecting you and they give you a room key

You try to argue but Barbatos just takes the key and takes you to the room. When you walk in there's music playing and there's flowers and chocolates and champagne, and a note that reads "Happy Valentine's Day! Enjoy your time alone"

Barbatos chuckles and shakes his head before kissing you

Y'all definitely take advantage of the hotel room

Solomon:

He will pretend to not know what today is just to fuck with you

Once he's had his fill of you being frustrated, he'll reveal his actually really amazing plans

He takes you around the world, like actually. He'll take you back to the human world just to take you to all the romantic spots of the world

Top of the Eiffel Tower, Niagara Falls, Trevi Fountain, the Grand Canyon, you name it, he takes you there.

Thankfully, he's tired after all of that so he takes you out to dinner instead of trying to cook

He tries to kiss you when he takes you back to the House of Lamentation, but the brothers pull you inside before he can and demand to know everything you did together

Solomon will text you later, suggesting you two just stay in the human realm next time

Simeon:

He writes you a story about the two of you

But he gives it to you in pieces and as part of a scavenger hunt

He has Levi give you the first envelope in the morning and in each bit of story is a hint to where the next bit of story is

With some of the envelopes is a single rose, and you'll eventually have a full bouquet

The envelopes eventually lead you to Purgatory Hall where Simeon is waiting for you with a dinner he prepared himself just for you two

You greet him with a kiss, this is definitely the most fun you've ever had on Valentine's Day

Luke:

Much to many of the brother's dismay, Luke asks to spend Valentine's Day with you first

He wants to spend the day making chocolate candies and new cake recipes and he wants you to help him

And really, who would complain about getting to try Luke's sweets?

You two have a nice time together making sweets and dancing in the kitchen

(Simeon is invited too of course)

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mourntheantagonist · 4 years ago

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#HarringroveApril Day 7: Daisychain

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“Mr. Harrington? Who’s your favorite student?”

The question came about at least once every year without fail, and he’d always answer in the same, textbook way.

“I don’t have favorites. I love all my kids equally.”

And, deservedly so, the whole class would grunt and moan because they knew just as well as he did that it was a load of bullshit. Steve loved every one of his kids, that part wasn’t a lie, but… he also definitely had his favorites.

For the graduating class of ‘90 when he was only a teaching assistant his name was Daniel. He was the youngest in his class because he started early, and he was incredibly bright. He could count higher, he could read quicker, and his mind just worked in ways that no adult could possibly understand. But it wasn’t the textbook intelligence that made Steve fall for this kid. It was his emotional intelligence. He was funny and he was kind and five year olds were cruel, but he never let that get to him. He had an outlook on life that Steve was jealous of, so when the other kids would turn him down for a game of checkers, Steve would happily join him, because Steve saw it as his job to keep that kid kind.

For the class of ‘91 it was Christopher. He was nothing like Daniel. He was held back and was repeating kindergarten, and that was evident in the way he walked through life. He was quiet and would voluntarily remove himself from the rest of the class. He’d sit by himself and read a book and get frustrated when he didn’t understand one of the words, he would swing by himself and he always tried to sneak off with the first graders when it was time to line up. And Steve perfectly resonated with that feeling of watching all of your friends move on without you. He was left in the dust too. When all his classmates moved on to college or hightailed it out of Hawkins, Steve was left there by himself, working at Family Video with his only friend in the grade below him, and it took her leaving him as well for Steve to finally get his shit together, haul his ass west of the Mississippi, and enroll in a community college and work towards his teaching degree.

And he did it, against all odds and obstacles in his way, he did it. It took extra work and the support of his best friend who he followed, and he did it. He saw himself in Christopher, and he wasn’t going to make that kid wait as long as he did to realize that setbacks don’t define his future.

Steve usually took a liking to the quiet kids, and that only changed in ‘93 with the girl named Amy and the familiar last name. She was loud, vibrant, and everyone loved her. Her smile was contagious and she could be the sweetest little girl at times, but she also wore her heart on her sleeve. She cried quite a bit, just the littlest thing could set her off. A boy accidentally knocking over her blocks, not knowing how to spell a certain word, accidentally coloring outside the lines. She didn’t throw tantrums like he saw in the other kids. She would just bow her head and cry and it would break Steve’s heart every time.

But other than those few moments, she was bright and charismatic and with the last name, the blonde curly hair, and the big personality, Steve really should have put it all together much sooner than he did.

He didn’t put it all together until he saw Billy Hargrove in the soup aisle at the local grocery store wearing a chain of little daisies on his head like a crown, and he knew exactly where it was from.

It was from the little girl named Amy Hargrove who frolicked in the field instead of playing on the playground, collecting flowers that she meticulously made into bracelets and crowns and anything else she put her mind to. She gave them to friends, she even gave one to Steve, and of course she would give one to her dad too.

He looked so different, and yet exactly the same. He still had the damn mullet, just dragging the eighties with him as far as he could, he was a little more cleaned up but still had a similar style to what it was in highschool. Still with the same denim jacket, denim jeans, Canadian tuxedo type deal. In a side by side picture situation you wouldn’t really be able to tell the difference. It wasn’t his dress or his hair or anything physical about him that made him look so different, it was the way that he carried himself. It was the relaxation and the eyes that didn’t droop and the smile lines that didn’t used to be there that made him almost entirely unrecognizable from the Billy Hargrove who pushed freshman against lockers and drove his car too loud and too fast and had cigarettes for three meals a day. Not the kid who ran off to California as soon as the hospital released him with only his Camaro and a small suitcase and a large sum of money the government used to keep his mouth shut, leaving just a note for Max on the fridge that didn’t get any more specific than that about where he was going, not even leaving a phone number for her to contact him with. He also didn’t look like the kid they all pictured in their heads after basically the whole town found out about exactly what Neil Hargrove did to his son behind closed doors.

Steve wanted to go up to him in the store, but he stopped himself. Because Billy left. Without a trace or a word, and who was Steve to think that Billy having to be reminded of something he voluntarily abandoned without a second thought would have any sort of positive outcome?

So he turned down the aisle and kept his distance from the man in the flower crown because he was scared. He wasn’t scared that Billy would see him and turn back to his old ways and hurt him again, he was scared that he’d turn back to his old ways and hurt himself again.

Because he’d been hurt enough already.

Steve successfully avoided Billy until parent teacher conferences had rolled around, and instead of seeing Amy’s mom on the list of names he’d be seeing that day, it was Billy’s.

Steve would be lying if he didn’t think about calling in sick and sending his TA in his place. But he still had to be her teacher for another six months, he just had to get the interaction over with.

Many of the parents that came before Billy had to have known he was on edge about something considering he excessively tapped the table with the eraser of his pencil and stuttered his way through conversations. His organized folders and notes of talking points had been entirely thrown out the window and he was an absolute nervous wreck. And he could only anticipate it being ten times worse when the cause of said anxiety walked through his door with the long hair and the leather jacket. It was only with the help of the little girl in the sunflower dress and daisies in her hair skipping from the entrance to the chair in front of him that calmed his nerves just a bit.

But Billy had just stayed at the door, no movement, and any hope that Steve had that perhaps his new haircut and the glasses on his face would be enough to keep Billy from noticing the obvious vanished when Billy snapped his fingers like the lightbulb in his head finally flickered on.

“I knew it couldn’t be a coincidence.”

Steve just held out his hand to shake like he did with any other parent, unsure how to gage the situation because Billy’s words could go either way and his facial expressions didn’t give him anything to go off of. It would be weird to introduce himself, he didn’t know what to say.

“Hi, I’m Amy’s teacher. Should we start?”

Billy looked a little confused, but he sat down in the little kindergartener chairs anyway. This meeting was almost more organized than the ones prior, likely because he was trying to go as quickly as possible and get it over with. Steve showed Billy some of her artwork and commented on how her reading comprehension was great but she could work on her spelling a little more. He didn’t want to bring it up, but he brought up the crying and it hurt to see how him bringing it up set her off again. The same bowing of the head and quiet sniffles into her sleeve.

But Steve thinks he just fell in love a little watching Billy comfort her. With one hand rubbing circles into her back and the other holding her small hand. Steve feels like shit watching her cry because of him and is also semi-fearful for his life because he already knows he can’t take Billy in a fight.

“Baby, there’s absolutely nothing wrong with crying. It’s okay.”

“You’re dad’s right Amy. I think it’s very healthy. Crying is good for you.”

She looks up at Steve with those big blue eyes and tear stained cheeks when he says that.

“Really?” she asks.

“Yeah! I’d say it even makes you more mature. Even some adults I know don’t let themselves cry and it’s not good.”

“My daddy cries a lot too.”

Steve looks at Billy who’s eyes widen when she says it, then tries to laugh it off like she didn’t just say that.

“Hey Amy, you wanna go and play while your daddy and I talk for a minute?”

She just nods her head and wipes away her remaining tears and quickly hauls the bucket of Lincoln Logs off the shelf.

“So. It’s been a while. Hasn’t it?” Steve starts.

“Yeah it has. So, you’re a teacher now.”

“And you’re a father. That’s crazy.” Steve was fiddling with his hands, trying to make the conversation less awkward. “She’s wonderful by the way.”

“Yeah. She doesn’t get it from me.”

Steve just shakes his head. “No. I don’t think that’s true. She has your charisma, and it appears you found a better way of channeling your emotions since last we saw each other. She’s a lot like you.”

“Thanks.” Billy blushed. He actually blushed. “I don’t know if this is allowed considering you’re her teacher, but would you want to catch up sometime? Maybe dinner or something?”

There it was. That was the olive branch. And Steve would be an absolute fool not to take it.

“I’d love to.”

Before they could come up with a time or a place, Amy was running over to the table with loudly stomping feet.

“I almost forgot! Daddy! show Mr. Harrington what I brought him!”

Billy reached into his pocket upon her demand and pulled out a little bracelet made out of little daisies and honeysuckle and handed it over to Steve.

“Thank you Amy! It’s lovely.”

“Daddy show him yours!”

Steve looked to Billy’s wrist where he slowly lifted his sleeve to reveal an almost exact replica to the bracelet in his hand.

“Looks like we’re matching.”

#harringrove #stranger things #billy hargrove #steve harrington #mandi writes tresh #ficlet #harringroveapril #this one will probably get a part 2 but who knows #it got too long and I ran out of time !!

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cozy-the-overlord · 3 years ago

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Masquerade

Part 2 of Cozy’s Fluff-To-Angst Fun and Games

@loki-hargreeves said

Here's a fluffy-ish prompt for you,

Dancing together (anything between ballroom dancing or just dancing in the living room at 2am together) 💚

Summary: It didn’t have to be bad, Loki told himself. His parents were married through such an arrangement, and they were happy together.

He would be happy too.

Word Count: 1,659

Pairing: Loki x OFC

A/N: I feel like if you’ve read any of my other stuff, you’ll know how my favorite trope is childhood friends to lovers. I thought I’d try a twist on that formula. Not sure if it worked, but here you go!

Thanks for reading!

Warnings: None? I think? It’s just Loki being lonely

Tags: @lucywrites02 @silver-lupines @whatafuckingdumbass @the-emo-asgardian @imnotrevealingmyname @electroma89 @lokislittlesigyn @moumouton4 @theredrenard @justdontmindmetm

If you want to be tagged, feel free to send an ask/message :)

Read it on Ao3!

Loki had always loved dancing.

Alfheim balls were a little different from the ones he had grown up attending on Asgard, but the dancing was similar enough. It was a comfort, little scraps of familiarity floating in a frozen sea. He closed his eyes and allowed himself to be swept up in the rhythm.

Rowan was radiant, as always. She laughed as she spun in his arms, the skirt of her dress flaring around her legs in a sparkling golden blur, and when he pulled her closer he found himself laughing too. It was impossible to resist—her smile was infectious.

His wife was a brilliant actress.

Loki hadn’t known what to expect from the arranged marriage laid before him. He had been granted only a month to attempt to straighten his thoughts before being sent away to Alfheim to meet his bride. It didn’t have to be bad, he told himself. His parents were married through such an arrangement, and they were happy together. Happy enough at least. He would be happy too.

And … he could almost feel happy here. Dancing. Drowning in the music. Letting the cacophony of the ballroom wash over him. The two of them swooped across the floor, so smooth they might have been flying, all eyes on them. It almost felt like the life he had always expected to lead.

It almost felt real.

Loki felt lightheaded. Before his wedding, he had never cared for Elven wine, but now he had been finding himself warming up to the drink a little more with each banquet. It made everything seem distant. He liked that.

Rowan twirled again. Her gown was silky green, swathed in gold—his colors, of course. She had been wearing something similar when he first arrived. Really, between the dress and her dark curls, she could have been mistaken for Loki’s sister. It was something Thor had been quick to point out, smacking his shoulder with a boisterous laugh as soon as they stepped off the Bifrost.

Loki missed that laugh. Everything here seemed too quiet. The highlight of his wedding feast had been watching his brother drunkenly frolic his way through the night, challenging men he didn’t know to duels over women he had just met, spilling wine all over himself when a pretty girl brushed up too close to him. His mother had been mortified, but Loki found it endlessly entertaining.

He had nearly cried the next morning, when he came down to bid his family farewell. He hid it, of course. It wouldn’t do to have a son of Odin bawling like a baby over a goodbye. He even managed a weak laugh, when Thor clapped him on the back and congratulated him for surviving his wedding night, although he was curious as to what his brother would say had he known Loki spent it on a couch.

But he really felt it rising, that frozen knot of panic in his throat, when his mother gave him one last embrace. He wondered if she could hear the frantic, childish plea he left unsaid.

Please don’t leave me here.

But as powerful as his mother was, she couldn’t read his mind, and so leave him they did.

He didn’t blame Rowan. He couldn’t—this was no more her fault than it was his. In fact, he had tremendous respect for her. The speech she had given him that night, when they returned to the apartment they were to share as husband and wife, had been straightforward and concise—perhaps a little rehearsed, but not so much that her conviction was unclear.

Still, it had startled him.

“I’ll be your wife. When I’m crowned Queen, you’ll be my Crown Prince. You and your realm will have the power and control you so desperately desire. But you won’t have me. You’ll never have me. Understand?”

Loki nodded. What was he supposed to do? Of all the scenarios he had run through his mind, over and over again until he could barely focus on anything else, he had never prepared for such an abrupt dismissal. When she disappeared into the bedroom, slamming the door with a swish of her emerald gown, he could only stand there like the great gaping idiot he was.

She was swishing that gown now, as they circled the floor once more. She stretched her hand out to his, his hand grazing her waistline as they turned to the music. The crowd of nobles watching from the edges of the ballroom seemed to have drawn even tighter around them since he last looked. The muscles in Loki’s neck tensed, but he held his easy smile. He had learned to dance through these maskless masquerades, and he danced them quite well.

Rowan wasn’t bothered by all the eyes on her. She peered across the assembly, scanning the faces even as she fell back into his arms beaming. Loki didn’t even have to look up to know who she was searching for.

He had met him once. The Other Man. His name was Ari, and he worked in the royal stables. For banquets such as this, however, he was occasionally called in to aid the overworked staff. It was a station he had been born into, it seemed—his father had served as groom, his mother a kitchen maid. Ari had served alongside him as a stableboy in his youth. He and Princess Rowan had known each other since they were children.

Loki had met him when he discovered him lounging in the very rooms he shared with his wife. It was a rare occasion—usually Rowan was smart enough to keep her extramarital engagements outside of the palace—but it seemed that she had to step out for a moment and asked Ari to wait for her. They shared several minutes of stilted conversation. Loki tried to be polite, but the stablehand was clearly uninterested in friendship. They were both exceedingly relieved when Rowan returned to whisk her lover away. The foul-eyed smirk Ari shot at him as he left made Loki feel sick.

He thought about asking Rowan not to bring him back to their apartment. Surely that would be a fair request. If Thor had been in his position he would certainly have no qualms about making it. No, he’d demand that Rowan never do such a thing again.

But … Loki had never exactly been the demanding type. He didn’t want to be the demanding type. It was her life, her love, and he was the intruder from another planet butting in and turning it upside down. It didn’t bother him that she wanted to be with someone else. He wasn’t jealous. He didn’t want Rowan, not like that. He didn’t love her, and she certainly didn’t love him, and Loki was perfectly fine with that. He wanted her to be with Ari, if that was what brought her happiness. They both deserved to be happy.

But … he found himself thinking about them a lot. He had precious little else to do here, besides nod along in meetings where he had no real say and reread books that no longer offered him escape. Loki’s mind would drift off, and he’d wonder how they met, the princess and the stableboy. Maybe Rowan had been lonely as a child—after all, she had no siblings, and the Alfheim court held precious few her age. Maybe she had come to the stables to hide away from the weight of royalty. Loki had done that when he was little—hide in the stables, or the wine cellar, or anywhere safe and secluded where it felt like nobody was looking at him.

Maybe she had hidden in an empty stall, and Ari found her when he came into clean. He imagined Ari had been quite lonely too—there couldn’t be a lot of conversation to be had when one spends their days mucking after horses—and so when he came across the princess huddled in the corner, her silk skirt carefully tucked under her knees, he sat down next to her.

Loki imagined them talking, not about anything in particular, just bouncing from topic to topic the way children tend to do. Maybe Rowan brought up her favorite book. Maybe Ari showed her his favorite flower. It didn’t really matter. But Loki pictured them growing closer, meeting up in secret again and again, their endeavors growing wilder with their childish glee. He saw them sneaking away to the roof of the palace to watch the sunset and count the stars, laughing at the ant-like people scurrying by below as they snacked on stolen chocolates. He saw them creeping away to practice dancing in the moonlight, with nothing but the nightingale’s song to count their steps. He saw them slowly begin to look each other in a different light, nervous lips brushing against each other for the first time. He saw them hatch plans of escape—long, intricate schemes that called for stolen ships and falsified identities—before they came to their senses and realized such plans would never come to fruition. He saw himself enter their story and felt their loathing.

Loki wished he had that. That closeness, that bond. He wished he could talk to Rowan, really talk to her and trust her to listen. Not in a romantic sense, but as something else. Friends. Weren’t there stories like that, where the husband and wife in arranged marriages grew to have a friendship more powerful than anything romantic?

But somehow, Loki knew that to his wife, he’d only ever be the man trying to rip her from her beloved.

The music was reaching a close. Rowan pulled away in a graceful curtsey. Loki let her go with a bow. The crowd rippled with polite applause, devoted and empty as always. Loki kept his smile, blithe as can be.

His wife wasn’t the only brilliant actor in the room.

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weelittleweasley · 4 years ago

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crazy (f.w.)

prompt: something has been off between you and fred and trying to get to the bottom of it is madness.

pairing: fred weasley x fem! gryffindor! reader

warnings: mild language, crying, usage of marijuana, underage smoking, being high, dwindling relationships, angst

word count: 6.6k

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The snow melted away revealing the lush, green Scottish landscapes that the Hogwarts castle proudly sat upon. Spring had made its arrival with the eruption of white forget-me-nots and blossoming wildflowers in the courtyard. The sight from outside your window made your heart fill with glee as you smiled brightly, a lighthearted giggle dancing off your lips. You turned to your roommates with bright eyes and a hopeful smile. Alicia sighs mellow dramatically as you run over to her with pleading eyes, “It’s a beautiful day outside. Don’t you want to enjoy the first day of spring?” you dance around her as Angelina enters your dormitory with a big, bright smile. She had the same idea as you, no doubt.

Alicia looks back and forth between you and Angie before surrendering, “Not too long please. I have an herbology exam and I need to do well on it.”

Without much more hesitation, the three of you are out of the dormitory and scurrying down the stairs. “We’ll be surrounded by the grass and the flowers and the trees; that oughtta help with studying, won’t it, Angie?” you tease as Angelina laughs in agreement, earning a sarcastic eye roll from Alicia. Finally, a warm day outside after the brutal and unforgiving winter. The sun was out, the grass was green, and the air was fresh with renewal. Spring was here.

As you walk through the common room, you stop in your tracks when your eyes land on Fred, your lips involuntarily turning up into a smile when you see him. Angelina and Alicia run ahead of you as you grab Fred’s hands with a smile. “Freddie!” you beam, looking at him with a happy grin, cheeks tingling from smiling hard.

He reciprocates a smile and places a kiss to your forehead. “Excited to see me, darling?” he teases. “Where are you lot off to?” he asks, resting one of his hands on your hips, looking down at you as you excitedly rock back and forth on your heels. Your lips are curled into a smile as you bite onto your bottom lip, lovingly looking at your Fred. “Take a picture, sweetheart, it’ll last longer,” he whispers, teasing you as you roll your eyes with a light swat to his chest, making him chuckle.

“We’re off to go outside. It’s beautiful out and we figured we would enjoy the weather,” you tell him as he tilts your chin up with this forefinger, rubbing his thumb over your bottom lip. You giggle lightly before biting his thumb gently as he chuckles. “You want to come with us?” you ask hopeful for his response.

Much to your dismay, Fred sighs, “I’m afraid I can’t. I have loads of work to catch up on today. I’m way behind in Potions.” You pout, displeased with the news, but Fred kisses your pouted lips which brings an instant smile to your face. “I’ll catch up with you later though, alright, darling?” You give him a small nod before he pecks your forehead and leaves you, catching up with George who waits for him at the bottom of the steps to the boys’ dormitories.

You run off, catching up with Alicia and Angie, linking your arms with them as you make your way outdoors. As soon as you step outside, the spring air fills your lungs, smelling of fresh grass and morning dew. A small smile forms on your lips as you happily sigh. Springtime made your heart soar. It reminded you of good things, happy memories. Running in the grass as you played games of tag as a child, going to the park and getting pushed on the swings as you swung higher and higher. Spring reminded you of laying underneath a tree, Fred’s head in your lap as you brushed through his hair, reading a book out loud to him as he happily shut his eyes, listening to the sound of your voice mixing with the springtime breeze.

Angelina immediately makes a run for a grassy patch covered with beautiful wildflowers, laughing in the process as you and Alicia run after her. All three of you immediately flop down, the grass molding to the shape of your bodies as you lay back, staring at the pale blue sky filled with cotton ball clouds. As if on cue, the three of you sigh out. “This is nice,” you speak as Angie hums in agreement. “Aren’t you glad you came, Alicia?”

Alicia sighs, “Yeah, I guess.” You push her arm teasingly, making her retaliate, “Okay, okay, yes. This is very nice. Thank you.”

The three of you lay in the grass for a long while, making quiet chatter. At one point, you start picking flowers, tying the stems together to create a crown for each of you. You skillfully plaited the stems of the purple, yellow, and white wildflowers before placing the crown on your two friends’ heads. With the other flowers you found, you started plaiting again, this crown for Fred as you smiled to yourself, quietly making your masterpiece.

“For Fred?” Alicia asks you as you nod your head, not looking away from the plaits. “Jeez, (Y/N), you’re like a lovesick puppy.”

This earns a slap on the arm from Angelina, a small ouch dropping from Alicia’s mouth. “I think it’s sweet, (Y/N),” Angie beams at you as you roll your eyes, knowing she found it tooth rotting-ly sick like Alicia did. But you didn’t care. It was the small things that you did that made Fred know that you loved him. Small kisses in between classes, closing his textbook for him when he needed a break, offering a hug when he was stressed, sneaking out of class to meet him in the hallway. It were the little things that made Fred fall in love with you and you with him. Although a flower crown may be silly, it was just a token of affection. To show him that you were thinking of him while you were outside.

Recently, you’ve been doing little things more often just because of how busy Fred seemed to be. Your hang outs have been getting cut short and he doesn’t seem to have as much free time anymore. Whether it’s quidditch practice, studying for exams, or running off to pull pranks with George, you always catch him when he’s busy. It was a little frustrating, feeling like your boyfriend had been casting you aside and taking priorities over something else. But rather than telling him how you felt, you convinced yourself that this was just temporary and it would phase itself out. But a month had gone by, and nothing changed. But you still hadn’t brought it up to him. Instead, you continued doing little things.

Alicia groans, peeling herself off of the fresh grass, shielding her eyes from the setting sun. “I should probably head back inside now to study. The exam is this week and I still have a lot of work to do,” she huffs before standing from the grass, brushing off her skirt as you and Angelina follow her lead.

You link arms with Angelina as Alicia leads the way. Angelina looks at you, as you play with Fred’s flower crown in your hands. “You alright?” she asks you as you look at her with a small nod. “You seem gloomy.”

You think for a moment. You could tell Angelina about the situation, but you didn’t want to drag your friends into your relationship problems. She could talk to Fred, but why would she talk to Fred when you could? With a shake of your head, you speak, “I’m alright, Angie. Thank you for checking in though.”

She hugs you to her side, “Of course. You are one of my best mates, I just want to make sure that you’re happy.” You nod your head and walk back into the common room.

Alicia and Angie start to the girl’s dorms as you part from them, towards the boy’s. “I’m gonna go to Fred’s. I’ll catch up with you lot later,” you smile at them with a wave before heading up the stairs to Fred’s dormitory. Nervously, you play with the flower crown in your hands, twisting it in between your fingers. You were hoping that you and Fred could finally have some alone time, hoping that George and Lee wouldn’t be in the room. It had been a long while since you had alone time with Fred. Even then, the last time was short lived, Fred leaving your room earlier than you had planned thanks to quidditch practice.

When you reached his dormitory, you lifted your hand up to knock, but stopped when you heard laughter coming from behind the door. There were a few people in the room. You could hear Fred’s voice, but also a handful of others in the room. Your heart sank as you listened to the muffled voices behind the door, having a laugh with each other. Did Fred leave you out intentionally? You were friends with the same people in your year which made no sense as to why he didn’t tell you of this hang out. You got along with everyone just fine.

You shake it off and knock on the door which causes all the voices to halt suddenly. You are so tempted to press your ear to the door to listen to the low whispering before you hear footsteps approach the door, the lock turn, and the door creak open to reveal Fred at the door. “Hi,” you speak timidly as Fred smiles.

But instead of swinging the door open as expected, Fred slithers out from the door and closes it behind him. “Hi, sweetheart,” he coos to you as you feign a smile. You look behind him at the door, wondering what could be happening behind it. “I didn’t expect you,” he interrupts your thoughts as you look at him.

“Well, you did say we would catch up later...and it’s later,” you chuckle as Fred smiles. “Um,” you stutter before formulating a sentence, “I, uh, are you busy now? I thought that maybe we could go out into the courtyard and grab a blanket and watch the stars? It’s supposed to be clear out tonight. Perfect for stargazing.” You had come up with this idea off the cuff, testing him. If he said no, he could invite you in to where he was clearly hanging out with some people already. If he said yes, it meant he was willing to ditch whatever was going on inside to be with you.

Fred gives you a sad smile. “That sounds lovely, but I’m afraid I’m slammed with work tonight,” he tells you as your heart falls. You wait for him to invite you inside to his room with the obvious group he had. But he mentions none of it. “But I promise I’ll make it up to you. Soon,” he explains, kissing your hairline as you gulp, trying to keep cool. “What’s this?” he refers to the flower crown on your head with a giggle as you lightly force a smile on your lips to cover your disappointment.

“It’s, uh, a flower crown. I made them in the field. I made one for myself and Angie, and Alicia, and I actually m-”

“I hate to cut you off, my love, but I really have to get back to work,” Fred interjects as you stand there, mouth agape and eyes filled with pure confusion. “I’m sorry about tonight, darling, but I have to get going. I’ll see you soon, I promise. Love you,” he kisses your parted lips before slipping back behind the door, leaving you speechless and upset.

The flower crown in your hand suddenly looks very wilted as you sigh at the sight of it. You gulp hard, trying to keep calm and collected, but you can’t help but feel so disappointed. And lied to. Fred obviously had people over in his room and he didn’t tell you about them when you gave him the opportunity to.

Even more upset than before, you walk down the stairs and back to the girl’s dormitory, throwing Fred’s wilted crown in the garbage in the process. With low spirits, you walk back into your dormitory to see Alicia reading a textbook on her bed while Angelina laid on the floor, painting her nails, both shocked to see you back so soon. But before they could ask you why you simply stated, “He was busy.”

You take off your jumper and change into a fresh shirt and comfortable sweatpants as Alicia closes her textbook and sighs. “(Y/N), is something going on between you and Fred?” she asks you as you face away from them, changing. As you fold your clothes, you try your best to not let your sad thoughts get the best of you. “The two of you seem a little off lately. Can we help?” she asks, but that’s when it gets to you. You couldn’t hide the fact that something was happening between you and Fred and not something good. This distance, the feeling like you were oceans away, was starting to show to the outside eye.

Without bothering to cover it up, you let a small sob escape your lips as you turn around to face your friends. Both of them rise to their feet to comfort you as Angelina wraps her arms around you, pulling you closer as Alicia rubs your back. You cry in Angie’s arms, speaking through small sobs, “I just can’t help but feel worried for us.” The two of your friends listen to you intently, not wanting to miss a single beat. “Why do I let myself worry wondering what in the world did I do?” you cry out. You can’t help but feel like you did something wrong that made Fred cast you aside.

You peel yourself from Angelina’s embrace you as you wipe your eyes with the cuff of your clean shirt. “I’m so sorry you feel like this, (Y/N). You don’t deserve any of it,” Alicia says. “He’s behaving like a child,” she shakes her head as you sniffle, Alicia still rubbing your back.

“It’s not even him behaving like a child. I’ve grown used to that. It’s just...” you sigh out, running your hands over your face. “I came to his room and there were people there...and he was hiding them from me. He came out into the hallway to talk to me and he didn’t invite me in when I knew there were people inside. He’s just become so...sneaky for some reason. And that’s not the Fred I know,” you trail off, thinking about how unlike Fred this was. “I feel crazy for feeling so lonely.”

The thought of Fred becoming someone you didn’t recognize made your stomach feel queasy and your chest feel tight. You fell in love with a wild, goofy, happy person who loved spending time with you. And now...now you barely even saw the boy to know what he was like.

Angelina looks at you with sad eyes, “Hey. You’ve got us.” You give her a sad smile and nod your head. She was completely right; just because your boyfriend didn’t want to hang out with you all the time didn’t mean that you didn’t have other people in your life. “Now let’s dry those eyes and enjoy the night. I’ll finish painting my nails and then we can do yours. After that, I say we sneak into the kitchens and get some snacks and head up to the astronomy tower. It’s supposed to be a clear night and that means it’s a great night for star gazing,” she suggests with a hopeful smile as you sniffle, a small smile emerging on your face.

You look to Alicia, an excited gleam in your eyes, looking for her answer. She sighs in defeat, “Yeah, I’ll join. But if I get a shit mark on this test, it’s you two’s fault,” she points a warning finger at you as you giggle.

“Thank you, the both of you,” you tell your two best friends. This was exactly what you needed. A night with your two best friends enjoying the views of the crystal clear night sky. It was exactly what you needed to get your mind off of your relationship with Fred.

Soon enough, Angelina had finished painting her nails and Alicia had finished cramming in some last minute studying. “You sure that you’re ready for the exam, Leesh? Because if you’re not, we can do a different night!” you try to sympathize with her.

Alicia shakes her head, “Nah, I should be fine. Besides, I sit next to Longbottom. If worse comes to worse-”

“Alicia!” Angelina laughs as she just shrugs as the two of you leave your dormitory room, headed for the kitchens. “Alright you lot, come on now. And remember to keep,” Angelina speaks in a hush whisper as you tip toe into the kitchen, but halting in your tracks when you realize you’re not alone, “quiet.”

Standing in front of you is a laughing Katie Bell as she stands in between the legs of Fred who is sat on top of the counter, munching on a chocolate biscuit. The two of them are a giggling mess as you spot George and Lee raiding the cupboards for more snacks. But the laughter dwindles down as Fred’s eyes land on you. When his chocolate eyes meet yours, your heart falls onto the ground. He was busy, eh?

Alicia looks at your reaction and what she sees is the look of heartbreak. Anger starts to bubble in Alicia’s chest when she notices how upset you are. Without further hesitation, she claps her hands. “Alright, you lot. The kitchens aren’t just for you. Come on. Give it up,” she walks further into the kitchens, plucking snacks as she sees fit, one of them being the biscuits that Fred had in his hand. She immediately sticks the treat in her mouth before Fred can protest. “Thanks, Weasley,” she says with a mouthful of chocolate biscuit.

You on the other hand stay put where you are, eyes glued on Fred and his on yours. Your eyes stare into his soul and you can feel how uncomfortable he is with you catching him redhanded. His eyes are like magnets, not letting you pull away from him. It’s like you’re in a trance and he’s trying to send you a mind message. But before he can say anything, you shake your head and break eye contact. Angelina mutters something under her breath as she walks towards Alicia to help her with snacks, but you can make out her saying something along the lines of how pathetic.

Walking into the kitchens, following Angelina, you grab a bag from Alicia filled with snacks. As you turn around, you bump into George who is a giggling mess. “(Y/N)!” he exclaims as you sigh and give him a curt smile. “I haven’t seen you in forever,” he whines as you look to Angelina for help with wide eyes. “Is Freddie keeping you all to himself again?” he teases you, wiggling his brows.

But as you look at his eyes, you see how bloodshot they look, how droopy and tired his eyes are. He sports a lazy smile and a giggle keeps reverberating in his chest. You furrow your brows, “Are you...are you high, Georgie?” you ask him.

He scoffs, “Me? High? Pffft, no!” You give him a look. “Okay, yes. I am.” You look to Angelina and gulp, wanting to leave now before things got ugly. “Freddie, I miss (Y/N). Where have you been hiding her?” George calls out to her brother who remains seated on the counter, staring at you the whole time.

Fred opens his mouth to say something, but you speak before he can, “You’ve been really busy, huh, Freddie.” He just sits there and stares at you. “Thank you for being honest with me.” Your eyes divert and see Katie who stands in between his legs, hands placed on his knees. The sight makes you feel sick. “Very important business to attend to, you know? Keeping up with Potions homework. Maybe Katie can help.”

Not wanting to wait in the kitchen any longer, you start out with Alicia and Angelina not too far behind. Fred calls out your name, once, and then twice when you don’t respond. When you’re out the door, you call back, “Talk to me when you’re sober.”

You, Alicia, and Angelina walk out of the kitchens and through the castle, the energy between the three of you noticeably shifting as anger, hurt, and sadness bubble in your bones. Angie speaks, “(Y/N), you wanna ta-”

“No. I want to watch the stars with my friends. That’s all.”

Alicia and Angelina share a look as you continue to march your way to the astronomy tower, trying to enjoy what is salvageable of your night.

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The next morning, the emotions you felt from last night are only amplified. The night under the stars with Angie and Alicia was lovely, but you couldn’t help your mind from wandering to the sight of Katie next to Fred, his eyes glued on you. You felt sick. You didn’t want to jump to conclusions without hearing the full story, but your gut was telling you something wasn’t adding up. The relationship wasn’t what it used to be, but this...this was something you didn’t think would ever happen.

As you sit up in bed, you run your hands over your face in distress, trying to figure out how to approach the situation. Angelina and Alicia are still fast asleep, so there was no use asking them for advice. You were on your own with this one.

“Get dressed and then you can think of something,” you whisper to yourself. You hoist your legs over the side of your bed and stand up, stretching your arms out with a yawn. “You can deal with Fred later.”

And as if on cue, there was a knock at your door. You look at the clock. It was only nine in the morning on a Saturday, who was up this early on a day off? Slowly, you make your way to the door and speak from behind it. “Who is it?”

“It’s, uh, me. It’s Fred, (Y/N),” the voice speaks as you close your eyes, silently cursing to yourself. Shit. “We need to talk about last night and what happened in the kitchens.”

You remain behind the door, hand on the door knob, but not moving it. You knew you had to talk to him and sort this whole thing out whether you liked the ending or not.

“Please, (Y/N).”

Taking a deep breath in, you open the door gently to reveal a messy haired Fred in a t-shirt and sweatpants, still groggy from sleep or lack thereof. He gives you a weak smile, “Good morning, darling.”

But his pet names didn’t bring a smile on your face like they normally did. Instead, they made your stomach sour as you just looked to the floor, pulling your jumper closer to your body. “If you want to talk, we can’t do it here. Angelina and Alicia are sleeping and I’m not disturbing them,” you speak plainly, looking up at Fred with cold eyes.

He bites the inside of his cheek and speaks, “We can go into my room if that’s alright with you. George and Lee went down for breakfast.”

Even though you would have preferred to have this talk in your own room, your own space, it was better to do it in the privacy of Fred’s rather than having to wake up and shoo Angelina and Alicia, or worse, talk as they were asleep. Begrudgingly, you shut the door behind you and follow Fred to his dormitory, a familiar route to you, but one you’d rather not be taking now.

The walk there is quiet and awkward. It is obvious that Fred is trying to make light of the situation, asking you how last night was with the girls, asking you about the day in the grass and how the weather was. But instead of engaging in conversation, you just give him one word answers or remain silent.

When you reach his room, he opens the door for you and you step into his dormitory, immediately feeling like an outsider. It was unfamiliar. This room was where you spent most of your time for so long, but since you hadn’t been here in nearly a month you felt out of place. Like you were disturbing it. You were an intruder.

Fred taps his legs before sitting on the bed, expecting you to follow suit, but you remain standing in the middle of the room, staring at him in your pajamas. “I just want to apologize for last night and you having to see me like...that,” he sighs as you remain unfazed by his words. “I should have told you that the boys and Katie and I were hanging out instead of telling you that I was working. It was wrong and I feel like shit about it...I’m sorry, love. I really feel like a dickhead,” he apologizes to you as you fold your arms across your chest. “The truth would have been so much easier to tell you rather than lie about something as silly as a group hang out. I just didn’t tell you because the boys were complaining that they never see me anymore because of how much time we spend together and I figured that if I didn’t tell you, you wouldn’t ask.”

You give him a look that just screams, you’re kidding me, right? You were busy hanging out with him? For Merlin’s sake, you hadn’t seen your boyfriend in almost a month and that was his apology? Rather his excuse? “They haven’t seen you? Fred, I haven’t seen you in nearly a month! Every time I try and ask you to hang out with me or even talk to me you have something to do. Quidditch, pulling a prank with George, hanging out with Lee, studying for an exam. Don’t try and make this about me and my demands because it’s not,” you retort to him as he just sits on the bed and stares up at you as you vent. “Not to mention, since when has you dating me ever stood in the way of you hanging out with your friends? If you wanted to hang out with them so badly, then you should have told me and I still would have said yes, Fred! I’m not a monster who wants you all to herself, but Godric, I’m sorry that I’ve miss my boyfriend!”

Fred rubs his face and simply says, “Well, I have been busy over the past couple of weeks, so that’s not rubbish.”

You laugh at his response. “That’s all you have to say for yourself?” you exclaim. “Fred, I’ve been driving myself crazy over the past few weeks wondering what I did wrong. Why you pushed me aside, why you’ve tossed me away like I’m a piece of garbage!”

“That’s not true, (Y/N). Come on,” he shakes his head, looking away from you.

Now, you are getting angry. He was going to pretend like him ignoring you and denying you for a month was nothing. That’s not how things worked. “Yes, it is, Fred and you know it!” you cry out, not realizing how loud you’ve gotten. “I don’t know what is happening between us, but whatever it is, I don’t like it,” you confess.

Maybe it was your emotions talking, but you couldn’t help but feel like Fred didn’t mind the distance between you two. Maybe he liked not being as close. Maybe he wanted to have more alone time away from you. But the thought of losing Fred, someone you had loved so dearly, so intimately, made you feel lightheaded.

Fred stands up from the bed and you think he’s going to walk over to you and give you a hug, which you know you would gladly accept. You need his comfort right now. You need him to scoop you up and tell you that everything is going to be alright and that he’s sorry for making you feel so lonely and sad. But instead of him telling you all the things you want, no need, to hear, he speaks something different. “Maybe we’re just growing apart,” he suggests.

You turn to face him with so much hurt and pain in your eyes it was enough to shatter his heart twice. Your vision becomes blurry with tears as you swallow, pushing the lump in your throat down, blinking your tears away. What was happening? “We’re w-what?” you stutter.

“Growing apart,” he repeats. “(Y/N), we’re going to be graduating soon and we’re going to have to start thinking about what we want out of life. I don’t know if we want the same things,” he tells you as your heart is ripped out of your chest and stomped on at his words. All you can do is laugh in disbelief. “I’m serious. You always told me how after you graduated here you wanted to go back to school and become a Healer and have a family and move away from England...I just...Merlin, I don’t know how to say this...”

“Then don’t,” you cut him off as Fred looks at you, tears streaming down your face now. What he was saying to you know completely contradicted everything he had told you in the past. When you and Fred spoke of the future, he always spoke of you in it. He told you how he wanted to buy a house in the countryside and raise a big family together and take holiday vacations to America and do weekly visits to the Burrow. Fred always told you that no matter what happened, he wanted you in his future. And now, that was revealed to be a lie. “Fred, I don’t care about Healer school or moving away from England. What I want is you,” you tell him as you feel your chest tighten with pain. Now Fred’s eyes start to blur with tears as you look away from him, pulling at the roots of your hair in distress. It was like he changed overnight. “What...what happened, Fred? What happened that all of a sudden you tell me our futures don’t align?”

Fred wipes tears away from his eyes and takes a deep breath in. “It’s, um, it’s a long story, but um...the joke shoppe...it looks like it’s going to happen,” Fred tells you with a lighthearted chuckle. “Harry gave George and I the winnings from the Triwizard tournament to open up the joke shoppe. It’s happening. That’s why I’ve been distant these past few weeks. George and I have been planning like crazy for it. Testing products, crunching numbers, ordering stock, finding a location in London,” he rambles on. “Last night, the lot of us were testing out an...adult product and we didn’t realize the effects it would have...so that’s why we were like that in the kitchens.”

His words make your heart swell for a moment. Fred’s dream was coming to fruition. His own joke shoppe. A place he could call his own with his best friend and twin brother. He could finally start creating the life he wanted and you couldn’t be happier for him. Except it seemed like that life he wanted didn’t have you in it. And that’s when your heart stopped swelling.

You nod your head, “That’s...brilliant, Fred. I’m so happy for you. Really. About the joke shoppe...that’s great news.” Fred gives you a hopeful smile, thinking that the worst was over. But it hadn’t even begun. “But, I don’t understand why you had to hide it from me. Did you think I was going to be upset with you? You know that I’ve wanted this for you just as badly as you have,” you tell him with the utmost sincerity which Fred knew to be fact. “You just couldn’t have me know about it for what reason exactly?”

Fred scratches the back of his neck before pacing around his room, trying to avoid the question, but you weren’t going anywhere. “I just...ugh,” he groans and throws his head back. “I just didn’t think that you would be interested. Besides, I need to focus on my work. I can’t have any distractions,” he says this last part without looking at you.

Your stomach is doing somersaults and you feel like you’ve just been lied to your entire relationship. Fred thought that you wouldn’t be interested? How was he going to determine what you were and weren’t interested in? “You’re joking,” you speak. “Fred, I will and always will support everything you do. I can’t believe you’d even think that I wouldn’t be interested in something you are so clearly passionate about,” you tell him as he gulps, knowing he was in the wrong for making such a claim. Even after all of these explanations of him ignoring you and diverting his attention elsewhere, there was something that just didn’t add up. “So, you asked Katie Bell to help test out products with you? Instead of me. Or Angie, who is seeing George. Or Alicia, who Lee has been flirting with since the dawn of time.”

Fred becomes visibly uncomfortable at the mention of Katie’s name and that’s when you shake your head, the whole thing becoming very clear to you know. This wasn’t about the shoppe anymore. This was about something else. “It was never like that, (Y/N),” Fred speaks.

“It was never like that or you never intended for it to happen?” you ask him, your voice cracking as you pace back and forth in his bedroom. He was distant with you because he was falling out of love. That was it. “Good Godric, I feel like I’m going crazy,” you let out a shaky laugh, unable to believe what was happening. The story just kept on unfolding.

Fred walks over to you quickly, trying to calm your fears, “Nothing happened between us! I swear on my life!”

You let out a laugh, “Sure! That makes me feel better!” Fred gulps. “But there was something that was there enough to make you push me away,” you speak lowly as Fred searches your teary eyes for something. He doesn’t know what he’s looking for; hope? forgiveness? love? friendship? You start pacing the room again, the venomous thoughts coming into your head as they vomit out of your mouth, “You know people told me not to get involved with you because you were a flirt, Fred. But I told them that you were different with me. You saw a future with me, but now I am proven wrong,” you tell him as he shakes his head in disbelief, trying to get you to stop talking, but you don’t. The words just tumble out. “I knew you’d love me as long as you wanted. And then someday, you’d leave me for somebody new,” you spill. “I just didn’t think that this someday would come so soon.”

“I don’t want Katie, (Y/N)! I don’t! Godric! I don’t!” he yells out. “(Y/N), I love you! You know that!” he screams as you just cry harder at his words. Over the past month, you didn’t feel his love. It felt like a chore to get an I love you out of him. “I’ve been distant because I’ve been working hard for my dream! My future! Why can’t you understand that I’m working for something I want!” he yells.

And the truth comes out.

Instinctively, you yell back, “Because how am I supposed to understand something you never told me! You never told me about the joke shoppe and your plans for it! Hell, you never told me Harry gave you the money! How am I supposed to support you when you don’t tell me how I can?!” you yell through tears. “Don’t you hear yourself! Your dream! Your future! You want! What about us?”

The both of you are crying now, you covering your mouth to prevent sobs from escaping, Fred sitting on his bed, hanging his head in his hands, sniffling. This all blew up so quickly and neither of you knew how to recover from this. The damage that the past month had caused was enough to put a gaping hole in your relationship that would be very hard to cover up. That was if you wanted to cover it up.

It’s silent for a while. The air is still and untouched. Fred on the edge of his bed, you sitting on the floor, back resting against the door. You want to get up and leave the room. But you don’t. You sit there. And think.

And then Fred speaks. “Our futures don’t fit together,” he looks at you, eyes swollen and red matching yours. “We’ve tried to make them fit. But it won’t work.”

You laugh and shake your head, “Freddie...then you haven’t listened to anything I’ve ever told you.” He looks at you, twisting his face with confusion. “All I’ve ever wanted was you. I don’t care what happens after we graduate. Healer school was an idea. But you? You were never an idea. You were something I always wanted,” you confess as Fred gives you the saddest smile you’ve ever seen. “But if I’m not in your future...then...” you trail off, unable to finish the sentence. It was a nightmare.

It’s silent again.

But the longer you sit in silence, the more angry you get. Not at Fred. But at yourself. If you had known about what he wanted, what Fred wanted, you could have avoided all of his heartbreak and pain. But instead, Fred fed into your fantasy, this dream, this hazy future of yours and you let him. “I’m crazy,” you laugh as Fred look up at you. “I’m crazy for thinking that my love could hold you.”

Fred shakes his head, “No, (Y/N). You’re not. I love you and I always will.”

“Please don’t tell me that,” you close your eyes and bite down on your bottom lip to prevent the tears from falling again. You couldn’t let yourself hope for a future that didn’t exist with Fred. “This was never going to work. I’m crazy for trying,” you breath out before standing and brushing yourself off, Fred rising with you. “I’m crazy for crying,” you wipe away the remaining tears on your face.

Fred walks over to you as you place your hand on the door. “(Y/N),” he starts, “I never wanted us to end like this. You mean so much to me and I can’t just let you go like this,” he starts crying again, but you have to peel your eyes away. “We want to different things and we both deserve to be happy. Don’t you think?” he asks you. But his question sounded like he needed the reassurance from you. That he needed you to tell him that you agreed. To make it seem like you both wanted this break up.

Looking at Fred once more before you leave, you say, “We do want different things. You want your dream and I want you. But I can’t pretend like I’m happy that we are going our separate ways.” Fred nods his head, wiping his tears away. “I need space. And time. Away from you, Fred.”

And with that, you leave his room and start down the stairs back to your dormitory. You hide your face as best as you can from passing Gryffindor students, trying to be as incognito as possible. As you walk back to your room, you can’t help but think back on all of the happier times that you and Fred shared and think was it a lie? Was it all for show? It would be something that would keep you up at night.

You were crazy about Fred Weasley, that was for certain. But even crazier for loving someone who didn’t want you as badly as you wanted them.

Walking up the stairs, you look out the window to see the fresh spring countryside. Admits all the chaos, the flowers were still blooming, the grass still growing, and the sun still shining. Spring was still here and new as ever. The snow had melted away to reveal the fruitful, lush land. A new start. Maybe it was time for you to have one too.

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novelconcepts · 4 years ago

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hey! i love your work - i've been reading every single one of your fics on ao3 since the blessed day i found you here <3 I know it might seem a bit out of character but what do you think jealousy would look like for Dani and Jamie?

It’s not jealousy, exactly. Jealousy is an ugly word, prompted by the belief that your person is, in fact, drifting--or that you are, in fact, not all there to hold their focus.

Which, admittedly, Dani isn’t. All there. Not all the time. But she still wouldn’t call this jealousy. Jealousy was Eddie’s arm tightening around her shoulders at the movie theater. Jealousy was her mother’s eyes darkening whenever a woman was too polite to her father as he ordered drinks. Jealousy was whatever kept Peter Quint locked to the Bly grounds, his fists tight around Rebecca Jessel’s desire to be better, even in death.

Jealousy is ugly. This is not jealousy. This is...

Casual amusement.

“So,” Jamie is saying, leaning against the counter and pointing to a brochure. “These are the most popular options for a wedding arrangement. You said you don’t want roses?”

“Tacky,” the bride says, her nose wrinkled. She’s probably in her early twenties, Dani gauges, and seems tailor-made for big, sprawling events like a wedding. Even the way she walks is orderly, her heels clacking, her body following a straight line from flower to counter and back as she speaks.

The bride isn’t really the person Dani has been watching, all things considered. The bride knows exactly where she is, what she wants, how she’d like them to fall in line for her special day.

It’s the other one. The maid of honor, who appears by all indication--jawline, hair color, similar smile--to be the bride’s sister. Maybe twenty-five, maybe a little older. Pretty, as these things go, though not exactly Dani’s type.

Dani doesn’t seem to be her type, either, from the way her eyes drag up Jamie’s frame and linger around her lips.

If Jamie has noticed any of this--the way this woman is quite literally attempting to phase through the counter to where Jamie is standing--she’s doing a remarkable job of not showing it. Her eyes sweep from bride to book and back again as she keeps up a steady stream of conversation primarily intended to keep the customer talking. Jamie’s method of finding exactly what a person is looking for is very similar to her method of living with Dani: coax them into talking about themselves, about their day, about what they like and don’t like, and piece the rest quietly together.

She’s so busy listening, she seems to miss altogether the way the maid of honor reaches across the counter and drifts a hand close to Jamie’s. “What would you pick, for your big day?”

Jamie smiles, and though her gaze does not cut to Dani, there’s something about the way she leans back and bumps Dani’s ankle with the heel of one boot that says it all. “Haven’t really thought about it, if I’m honest. Not really the white-wedding type.”

“What type are you?” the woman asks hopefully. Dani swallows a snort. Jamie only smiles.

“Quiet, I think. Private.”

The woman chews this over, letting her fingers sneak closer to Jamie’s hand. Jamie, politely, retrieves her own fingers before contact can be made, her attention sliding seamlessly back to the task at hand.

“So. You’re thinking how many smaller arrangements, for the tables?”

Dani is not watching the maid of honor out of true jealousy, so much as curious interest. The world is changing around them a little more every year, celebrities beginning to come out as politicians bat around the legality of love they don’t understand, and things are...improving. Cautiously, she suspects things will continue to improve, that there might one day be a time where she’ll be able to take Jamie’s hand in a public restaurant. Kiss Jamie in a movie theater. Love Jamie in some way resembling acceptable for the eyes of strangers.

Even then, even in a world where no one cares, she can't imagine the bravado of this woman. The sheer strength of will it takes for a strange woman to meet Jamie as she steps around the counter to show them out, her hand sliding up Jamie’s arm in a fashion not remotely professional. Her voice is soft as she leans in toward Jamie’s ear, her smile predatory.

Dani watches with curious interest, and if there is something small--a ghost of anger, a ghost of sudden sharp heat in her stomach like a fist tightening--it is nothing. It is irrelevant. Jamie is her own person, is completely welcome to whatever interactions come her way. Jamie, she reminds that part of her which sometimes feels nothing like her at all, loves her.

Loves you, that little part murmurs, but can’t have you. Not all of you. Not the way this woman gets her husband, forever, with a ring, and a party, and a white dress--

Jamie is stepping away from the woman, a slow roll back to match the tense smile on her lips. The woman’s face is darkening, something unpleasant in her gaze when it swings to find Dani. Jamie raises a hand, waves goodbye, allows them to round the corner before she flips the sign and latches the door.

��Unbelievable,” she mutters. “Did you see that?”

“The part where she was eating you alive for an hour, or the part where she tried to mount you right at the door?” Dani says dryly. That little kicking drumbeat in her chest is still pounding away, the squeezing fist rapping out a message she can’t ignore. Even if it were legal. Even if they all understood. Even then, you wouldn’t be able to do it.

“Don’t think her sister didn’t notice, either,” Jamie says, rumpling her hair with one hand. “Think she’ll have some explaining to do this evening--hey, you all right?”

“Sure,” Dani says, too brightly. Can’t have all of you, and doesn’t she deserve better? Doesn't she deserve someone who is always steady, always the same from dawn to dusk, who never looks into a mirror and sees--

“Dani.” Jamie’s hands are on her shoulders, Jamie’s face much closer than she realized. She starts, nearly stumbles, relieved when Jamie’s grip tightens just enough to keep her upright. “You look like you’ve seen a--”

“Just...” Dani shakes her head. How to put this? How to explain it? “Just...something about that didn’t...sit right, I guess.”

“No,” Jamie agrees, “I’d think not. Handsy, wasn’t she? But I hope you don’t think--hope I’ve never given you cause to worry--’cuz, Dani, honest to God, I’ve never--”

She looks so nervous, it’s almost like the years have rolled back to a sunny day in this very shop, to a single moonflower and Jamie’s hopeful smile. All at once, that grip of fear in her gut loosens, Dani’s breath returning to her in a long sweep.

“Jamie. Breathe.”

“No, I only--I know how it probably looked, but she was trying to give me her number, and I--”

“Told her she’d have to get in line?” Dani teases. Jamie looks about ready to swallow her own tongue.

“Told her I'd never met someone half as in love as me, and she should be lucky to find the same someday.”

“Oh my god, Jamie, she’s never going to come back.” She’s laughing, unable to stop herself. Jamie, not looking even the least bit ashamed, tucks her hands into her pockets and shrugs.

“I didn’t like the way you were looking at her, is all.”

“What, like I was going to escort her out in a fury and blame it on my low-key possession?”

“No.” Jamie is not smiling. There is an earnest quality to her face, even as she reaches up and touches Dani’s cheek. “Like she was making you sad. Haven’t seen you like that since we left England. Dani, honestly, you know I’d never want...anything but this. Ever.”

It isn’t a question. It is maybe the truest thing Jamie has ever said, and it pulls at Dani’s heart harder for that.

“I trust you,” she says quietly. “It wasn’t that. Wasn’t even her. Just...it’s enough? Even knowing we don’t know...even knowing there could only be--”

“It’s enough,” Jamie says, cupping her face in both hands, pressing her forehead to Dani’s with enough force to make them both laugh a little. “It’s always enough.”

She kisses Dani once, twice, and Dani lets herself linger in the moment. Lets herself forget about windows and strangers and tempting hands striving to coax Jamie off the path. None of it matters. None of it matters if Jamie is truly happy here, if Jamie is truly home here.

“I’m only saying,” she says when Jamie breaks, glances back over her shoulder, begins guiding Dani backwards toward the supply room. “You have options, for when I’m too old or too boring. What was she, the seventh one to try to slip you a phone number?”

Jamie groans. “What is it about me? Do I have emotionally available stamped on my forehead? This never used to happen in England.”

“You scowl much less now,” Dani points out, breathless when Jamie sweeps an arm around her waist and dips her toward the couch. “And you wear all those suspenders--”

“Could tell them,” Jamie teases, following her down. “Could greet each and every woman at the door with, ‘Welcome to The Leafling, purveyors of fine floral arrangements, my name is Jamie and this perfect specimen is the love of my--’”

She’s kissing Dani, all jokes forgotten, and Dani finds herself dreaming--not for the first time--of wild possibilities. Of a sunset wedding, of friends gathered close, of Jamie kissing her just like this in front of anyone who matters even a little bit. Of what it would be like, to look at Jamie and know how real they are, even in the moments Dani doesn’t feel real at all.

Doesn’t take a wedding for that, she thinks, as Jamie’s lips trail down flushed skin. Doesn’t take anything except for her...and me...and...

There’s a ring she’s been looking at. A simple thing, gold, heart-hands-crown. No one would know. No one would need to know. All that matters is...all that matters is...

She can’t have all of you, that horrible awareness of time mutters. Dani closes her eyes, grips tighter to Jamie as she vanishes into the kiss.

She gets everything that counts, she decides here and now. She gets it until there’s nothing left to give.

#fanfiction #ficlet #the haunting of bly manor #the haunting of bly manor spoilers #dani x jamie #damie #little bit this prompt little bit one of jess'#I'm having a great time thanks for sending these in guys

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vanillasakura · 3 years ago

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IT’S FINALLY HERE <3

I first got into Red Dead around late July or so when I watched my friend and her dad speedrun the game, and one of the first things I came across for this fandom was Sapphic Week, so I’m very very happy to be able to contribute this year, especially as I’d be lying if I said the lovely ladies in this game weren’t the main reason I initially got into it and ended up buying it for myself.

Once again, a HUGE shoutout to @rdrsapphicships and Aldrig for hosting this event! I’m so excited to see what everyone creates <3 Without further ado, let’s get into it!

RDRSW21 Day 1: Music

Title: Close Your Eyes (As it Eats at Us)

Words: 1857

Pairing: Abigail Roberts/Molly O’Shea

Warnings/Notes: Slight John bashing I’m sorry but this takes place early chapter 2 so... slightly warranted

(Title from Close Your Eyes by The Midnight Club)

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Don't you know, when your eyes are closed, you see the world from the clouds along with everybody else?

Indeed, Molly was on her own much of the time. Dutch could only afford her so much attention, and when he was away from camp or otherwise occupied, there wasn’t anybody who really came up to her on their own will. Not exactly like she could blame them, Molly wasn’t the easiest person to get along with. Growing up, she’d always assumed otherwise, but after seeing how Karen and Tilly had told her to stop coming up to them and “being a bitch for no good reason”, she began to wonder if everyone back home was nice to her because they had to be. Even if Molly herself wasn’t a picture-perfect example of politeness, being anything but an angel to the O’Shea daughter could have been considered blasphemy.

It was lonely, terribly so, but Molly wasn’t quite sure what she could do to remedy the situation. She wrote poetry, she read books, she went on walks in circles around camp, she looked out over the valley (Horseshoe Overlook really hadn’t gotten its name from nowhere), but more than anything, Molly watched.

She watched how Reverend had gradually stopped bothering pretending to read the bible, instead choosing to start downing drinks earlier and earlier. She watched how Bill devoured Kieran with his eyes, all but confirming her suspicion that the man did indeed want to bed the new camp member. She watched how Karen would clench her jaw when Mary-Beth asked how things were going with Sean, but would then take his hand later and pull him out of camp, the pair slipping away to either do each other or to do nothing at all. She watched how Arthur hadn’t bothered to take down the photo of the woman who did nothing but cause him pain even after Hosea had told him to do so, instead still glancing at it longingly every now and again while he cleaned his guns in his tent. She watched Josiah practice speaking in all sorts of different accents on the outskirts of camp, correcting himself out loud whenever something wasn’t quite right. She watched how Jack would try and weave flower crowns for his mother, small hands shaking as he attempted to tie the stems of various blooms together, putting the ones he had broken too short or knocked a petal off of in a pile to his left. She watched how John admitted to Javier and Pearson that, if he could, he would kill Abigail and never think twice about it.

The comment shouldn’t have startled Molly as much as it did. She knew that John was a good man deep down, but the way that he uttered the confession without so much as a second thought as to if what he was saying was okay made her sick. Abigail was nothing if not kind, hard-working, and strong, nothing like the type of woman you would imagine deserved those kinds of threats. What made John that angry at her, Molly didn’t know, and she wasn’t quite sure that she cared to.

After that night, Molly didn’t just stop watching. She’d heard people say worse things, many times, but there was something about the raw earnesty in which John had spoken that made his words haunt Molly like nothing else had. She decided to start watching Abigail more, justifying it by telling herself that it was for the other woman’s safety, even though realistically, there wasn’t much protection that Molly could offer her.

And one of the first things that Molly noticed as she began watching Abigail was that the woman could sing.

Abigail had this habit, whenever she was sitting in her tent on her own while working on something that needed to be done, where she would hum a tune, letting her own voice pop in here and there with the words that she knew. It was an uncoordinated affair, but it was never intended to be anything but.

It was also adorable.

So adorable, in fact, that Molly decided that maybe she didn’t just need to watch anymore, maybe she could actually go and sit with Abigail. After all, much like her, Abigail was alone, more often than not. What harm could come of it?

“You need any help?” Abigail looked up from her work, pausing her humming as Molly stood by her, close, but not so much so as to suffocate the other woman.

“Didn’t know you offered that.” Abigail responded, expression unreadable.

“Hasn’t been something I’ve extended before.”

“With all due respect, Miss O’Shea, I don’t need anyone’s help if they only do so because they take pity on me, especially someone who ‘isn’t anyone’s servant girl’.” Abigail’s eyes turned cold, her brow furrowed, and Molly felt anxiety beginning to set in.

“That wasn’t my intention whatsoever, I just…” she trailed off, and Abigail cocked her head, “I just don’t want to be alone. Is it okay if I enjoy your company? Just for a short while.”

Abigail sighed, chewing on her lip. “I’d be lying if I said that I didn’t know that feelin’ all too well. Truth be told, you’re the first person who’s come up to me in weeks.”

“I have no idea why that is, though.” Molly picked a sock out of the basket by Abigail’s feet, grabbing a needle and some thread along with it. “You’re such a nice person, it truly is a shame that others don’t recognize it.”

“ ‘Nice person’? Miss O’Shea, you hardly know me.”

Molly felt the same dreadful wave of anxiety begin to rise inside of her again. “I may not have talked to you much in the past, but I’ve watched.”

“Watched? Me?”

“I watch everybody.” Molly admitted, stabbing the cotton with her needle. “Although I must confess, I do enjoy watching you. I know that isn’t exactly polite, though.”

“You’re right in that it ain’t, but I suppose I’m a hypocrite, so what does my opinion really matter?”

“You, a hypocrite? How so?”

“Gets lonely when nobody comes up to make conversation. Sometimes, you’ve gotta get your fix by watching others.” Abigail laughed. “You never really feel like a part of the group, but it can help alleviate the pain sometimes.”

“Have you ever seen how Karen and Sean sneak off all the time?” Molly asked. “Lord only can imagine what shenanigans they get up to.”

“If I know either of them, they’re probably finding some tree to fuck up against.” Abigail said, a smile appearing on her face. “Although, on second thought, maybe not, given what happened at his welcome party.”

“At the welcome party? I guess you must have seen something I didn’t. Mind sharing?” Molly asked, her interest thoroughly peaked.

Abigail snorted. “Well, you saw how the two of them were all over each other that night, right?”

“Would’ve had to be blind as a bat to not have.”

“Well,” Abigail continued, “at some point, I saw the two of them go into John’s tent, and given my proximity to them, it wasn’t hard to hear what was bein’ said and fill in the gaps.”

“So they slept together at the party? Can’t say that I’m quite surprised.” Molly tied up the thread as she reached the end of the tear, reaching for a handkerchief to work on next.

“They sure did, but that ain’t the good part.” Molly watched as Abigail’s eyes laughed, full of a mischief that she had never seen present before in her usually quiet companion. “Sean has got to be the quickest quick shot I’ve ever seen, and given my history, that’s sayin’ somethin’.”

“No.” Molly covered up her mouth, stifling a laugh.

“Yes! Poor Karen never even got hers, it had to have been the most pathetic thirty seconds in her entire life.” Abigail smiled, and Molly’s heart twitched. Why?

“Thirty seconds? Wow, if that’s so, then maybe they aren’t all over each other when they go out, and you’re right.”

Abigail laughed, smiling at Molly. “Well, who’s to say, I’m not sure there even is such a thing as a constant when those two are involved.”

“You may be right there.” Molly puffed one of her cheeks out, trying her best to figure out what to bring up next. She was having a lot of fun, she should do this more often, especially as Abigail also seemed to appreciate the time they were spending together. “Okay, now is it just me, or does Bill look at Kieran a little too often for it to be considered friendly?”

“Oh, it’s not just you, no worries. I’m just a little surprised that out of everyone, he decided to be sweet on Kieran.”

“Why do you say that?”

“I mean, he’s nothing like the kind of men Bill’s been sweet on in the past.”

Molly stopped in her tracks. “Wait, you’ve known about Bill before this?”

“Yeah, it ain’t that hard to figure it out if you know what to look for.” Unable to gauge Molly’s reaction, Abigail continued on. “I mean, I don’t have a problem with it, whatever makes you happy makes you happy, y’know? And if that means lovin’ somebody of the same sex, I sure as hell don’t see a problem with it.”

“We’re in agreement there.” Molly smiled, going back to her work, her heart beat now more palpable. “I mean, as nice as it can be to see everyone here fall in love-”

“Or lust.” Abigail interjected, a smirk on her face.

“Or lust, that’s true-- I still think that my favorite person to observe is you.”

“Hm? And why is that?” Abigail still had that smirk on her face, raising an eyebrow. “What about me is so interesting that you’d prefer to watch me than whatever the latest addition to the Sean and Karen saga is?”

“I, uh,” Molly flushed, suddenly aware of what she was saying and how weird it could be considered. “I just, I like watching you hum and sing whenever you work. Something about it is just, I dunno, very relaxing.”

Abigail clicked her tongue. “You really do notice a lot, huh?”

“Yeah.” Molly replied sheepishly.

“I guess it’s only fair that I tell you that I find watching you write poetry is quite calming.”

“You saw me doing that?”

“How could I not? Both of us do a lot of watching and thinking, we’re both very similar in that regard.” she said, unbothered by Molly’s embarrassment.

“I’m… glad, you can find comfort in something that I do.” Molly settled on.

“The more we talk, the more I’m beginning to think that I just find comfort in you. Somethin’ about you just makes you easy for me to talk to.” Abigail smiled.

“The same goes for you.” Molly sighed, nibbling on her lip. “We should do this more often. I’m having a good time.”

“So am I.” Abigail agreed. “It’s much better to be with you than to be alone.”

“It really is.” Molly shifted a bit, turning more towards Abigail. Maybe working wasn’t so bad after all.

#rdrsapphicweek2021 #abigail roberts #abigail roberts marston #abigail marston #molly o'shea #rdr2 community #rdr2 #rdr2 fanfic #rdr2 fandom #red dead fandom #red dead redemption #red dead redemption 2 #my writing #fanfiction #wlw #sapphic

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buglife · 4 years ago

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Terra Lumina

A hollow knight au guide that I keep writing in. You can read all my writings and art stuff in the #terra-lumina tag. Mostly so I can just point to this post when explaining things awee. :3 Post subject to edits and changes.

Terra Lumina is an au where both Ghost (the little knight) and Quirrel are together and are the new rulers of Hallownest. So it's a royalty au! Pretty much it's slice of life where they do their best to be a better ruler than the Pale King ever was, ruling with kindness and intelligence. Seriously, like, the Pale King could have just talked to the Radiance instead of letting things snowball like they did. They both live in the new palace which is pretty much like the White House in that it's mostly dedicated to government with an apartment for the rulers to live in. It's where the old palace used to be, but now it's much greener and 100% less buzzsaws. It is post embrace the void ending and an everyone lives/nobody dies au where the only characters that are dead are those that were found so at the start of the game. Takes place about 5-7 years after the end of the game.

The two romantic rulers.

Ghost:Now taller than Quirrel and is the Shade Lord, god of void and dreams. Sovereign of Hallownest and rightful ruler due to king's brand. Can use telepathy but only does so with family/friends, as they are nervous about scaring people so uses sign language with them. Is very happy to have family/friends and overall liked by most folks. Is still scary to some and is sad about that. Married Quirrel. Considers Mato their adoptive father and calls them such. Still enjoys fighting (but for fun now). Since dreams are now their aspect, they gather up nightmares to help the population (and gives to their adopted grimmchild, Allegro, and Grimm themselves.)

Quirrel: Now called the Scholar King, rules alongside Ghost. He still has trouble believing that this is his life. Chaotic Good. Mostly deals with the logistics in running the kingdom. Adoptive mother is Monomon who found him when he was teeny tiny. Did not attempt to drown themselves, instead isolated himself when he thought Monomon was dead so Ghost had to find him. Still fights and can practically teleport. Spends free time in the palace library where a copy of all the surviving books were moved to and is free to the public to check out and read.

Family/Friends

Hornet: Still the Princess of Deepnest and was happy to have her mother Herrah rule again. Is officially Deepnest's ambassador and works closely with her sibling to be sure things that need to get done, get done. She won't admit it but she loves spending time with her siblings. Also randomly jumps Ghost to keep them on their toes and make sure they don't lose their skill. This can happen at anytime, anyplace. Is a close ally with the Hive and is helping the new Queen get used to her role. Also demands spars with Quirrel all the time because she does like her brother and law and the fact she doesn't kill him is proof enough in her eyes.

Mato: Dadmaster. Pretty much raised Ghost in between the end of the game to present day (and did a damn good job). Still lives in the Howling Cliffs and teaches students still, especially knight candidates. Is always on hand to cause trouble if needed. Is so proud you guys can't even. Keeps his home open in case Ghost and Quirrel need to hide for a bit. Officiated Ghost and Quirrel's wedding because of course.

Hollow: Part of the new great knights of Hallownest and is known as Hollow the Kind. Still likes to help people, and after having lots of care and therapy, is now more expressive and open. Is pretty much free to do what they please, and they choose to mostly patrol the kingdom and help when needed. Is constantly sneaking frogs into the palace because Hollow loves them. Can only use telepathy with other void beings and uses sign language to communicate otherwise. Is still missing an arm but had a magical prosthetic built. Loves to be in cuddle piles.

Tiso:Big brother figure and part of the new great knights of Hallownest. He is known as Tiso the Daring. Is actually a badass Captain America type fighter, just couldn't dodge a house sized mawlek and nearly died back then. Taught Ghost all the swears and often invokes 'Big Brother Rights'. Is also Captain of the Guard and has matured a lot since the end of the game. In a relationship with Myla and Cloth.

Cloth:Part of the new great knights of Hallownest and is known as Cloth the Strong. Makes sure people behave. Has healed from her near suicidal want to join her late lover, and now has a more positive outlook on life. Tends to organize tournaments that aren't fucked up and fatal like the Coliseum. In a relationship with Tiso and Myla.

Myla:Was saved from the infection, but it left her prone to sickness and a little weaker than most bugs. Compensates for still being cherry and wonderful to be around. Actually wicked smart and has helped Ghost restart the mining industry. Enjoys going to musicals/plays in her free time. Still loves being a geologist and provided most of the geological samples in the Capital's museum. Is in a relationship with Cloth and Tiso.

Ogrim: The only surviving great knight of old Hallownest. Is part of the new knights as Ogrim the Defender. Is the leader of the new knights and is a brilliant tactician. Has moved up from the Waterways to a new home and no longer lives in exile. Likes to plan parties and is generally doing better. He deserves it.

God Tamer: Real name is Xena (I seen it used around and I like it.) Part of the new great knights of Hallownest and is known as Xena the Tamer. Still works alongside her beast, ‘Pickles’. Has an uncanny ability to befriend dangerous beasts and pacifies them. Now has a small zoo’s worth of ‘friends’ that come and go for pats and treats. Dunks on Tiso a lot. Is surprisingly a conservationist. Will beat the shit out of people without hesitation if needed. Often fights new recruits to judge areas needing improvement. Has no tolerance for idiots. Was saved from the infection, but was not infected long enough to cause long term damage.

Allegro: The Grimmchild. Has chosen female pronouns. She is now past the grub stage and has left the kingdom to travel with her father, Grimm, to learn how to take over the Troupe. Still keeps in contact with Ghost through dreams and loves Ghost very much as their ‘Ren’. Was and still is, a little shit. Ghost misses them a lot but is comforted by her visits. Ghost saves nightmares to give to her so she can get big and strong!

Grimm: Considered a friend at this point, and taught Ghost about the dream realm. Visits through dreams. Ghost saves nightmares to give to him. Often has advice when needed.

Sheo/Nailsmith: Uncles. They both run an art school with Sheo teaching fine arts and Nail(Smith) teaching forging. They also run an art gallery. Are up to cause trouble whenever needed.

Oro: Uncle. The real sour one. Teaches new recruits and tends to weed out those that can make it from ones that can’t. Pretty much a drill Sargent. Ghost pays him not only in geo, but candy. Special, custom made candy just for Oro. It’s the only way they could get him to do this job. Oro won’t admit it’s also because he loves his former pupil no sir.

Monomon: Quirrel’s adoptive mother and currently is the royal researcher. Teaches classes as well. Ghost pretty much told her to do whatever as long as it will improve the lives of bugkind and she loves them for it. Is always down to cause trouble. Chaotic Neutral. Has some type of explosive with them at any given time. Tends to ‘vanish’ people who have wrong her or her son. Embodies chaos. Craves gossip. Former Dreamer and woke up when Ghost took the pantheon approach to defeating the Radiance.

Herrah: Queen of Hallownest and considers Ghost one of her children. Is happy to be Queen of her own people and is making up for lost time with her daughter. Likes to meet with the Hallownest rulers for a good shit-talking session. Is made of sass. Former Dreamer and woke up when Ghost took the pantheon approach to defeating the Radiance.

Lurien: Watcher of the Capital. Disaster. Will stay up for days on end working on things to accidentally invent new things in the process in sleep deprived delirium. Often gets drunk or high and contemplates the universe. Has the best edibles around I tell you. Is actually good at his job, which is finding suspicious things and investigating them. Former Dreamer and woke up when Ghost took the pantheon approach to defeating the Radiance.

Lemm: Runs the Hallownest museum and works in the back where he catalogs and studies findings and doesn’t have to talk to anyone and is the happiest he could ever be.

Seer: Holy shit she is old. Still lives in the resting grounds. Ghost visits often and brings tea and snacks. Grandma energy. Is currently working with Quirrel to recount as much as she can about moth legends and society so it can be preserved forever. It’s slow going because she is old, but it’s going.

The siblings: Are now at rest.

Everything else

White Lady: Is still alive and has left the gardens. She resides in a little hidden cottage outside the palace where she grows flowers. Is often called in to overlook agriculture efforts. Has long since revoked her crown and is content with a quiet life. Is not considered a mother by Ghost, and Ghost will not forgive her for her role in things. She is okay with this and hopes to atone someday for what she did.

The Pale King: Still fucking dead. Rest in Pieces you shit.

Eternal Emilitia: Is a member of the new noble class and takes her job seriously. She mostly keeps the other nobles in line when she can and helps delegate orders to places where they need to go. It’s like herding cats but she’s getting better with it the longer she’s around. Is respected by Ghost since she knows what it’s like to hit rock bottom and is quite sensitive to the needs to the people.

Radiance: Dead. Was going mad and in pain by the time Ghost got to her. Is now at rest.

Greenpath/Queen’s Gardens:Given back to the moss-kin and Unn. Unn has started to awaken more now that the infection is over and her children are freed from it’s influence. Is considered it’s own ‘kingdom’. Is in good relations with Hallownest.

Fungal Wastes: Still thriving. A hivemind made up of everything from microscopic spores to the entire fungal waste itself. The mushroom tribe trades with Hallownest and is in good relations with them. Still considered weird to most but they are good and peaceful people.

Mantis Tribe: Is in a good relationship with Ghost, Hornet and Quirrel, and not much else. Has complete independence but was asked nicely if they could help train the most dedicated of new guards/knights. Did not pass up the opportunity to be allowed to beat the shit out of willing Hallownest citizens who wanted to train.

Deepnest: Ruled by Queen Herrah and Princess Hornet. Good relationship with Hallownest and enjoys full independence. The beasts that reside are no longer hassled by Hallownest encroachment and thus does not push back into it. Exports silk products and is now a very prosperous nation.

Dirtmouth/Crystal Peaks: Still the same, but with now more people. All our favorite Dirtmouth folks are doing well. Elderbug is delighted to have a full town to be a mayor over.

City of Tears: Now called the 'Capital'. Plants are now on the ceiling to redirect water and stop the constant rain. It's much more pleasant now.

Colosseum of Fools: Left alone mostly. Ghost cannot stop people for wanting to go there if they are of sound mind to make the decision.

The Hive: Is now ruled by the new Queen Apis. Is fully independent and enjoys a cushy trade agreement with Hallownest and the rest of the various nations. She wonders if she will ever live up to her mother, Queen Vespa, but has many friends to help her grow into the role. Hive Knight is her loyal friend.

#hollow knight #terra lumina #au stuff #ruler au #ghost #quirrel #ghost/quirrel #myla/tiso/cloth #sheo/nailsmith #dreamers are alive au #everyone lives/nobody dies #my writing

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infinitegalahad · 4 years ago

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Borhap Boys As Sugar Daddies

(reposted bc it was disappearing from the tags😭)

hey guys!! I wanna apolgoize for the disappearance, school is ✨madness✨ luv. so I've decided to try something new. But I promise I'm working on requests (and a bunch of new ideas). I love all of the borhap boys (bc they are babies🥺) so this might become a little series of head canons! no major warnings, just lots of fluff and some suggestive material. also reader is gender neutral (boy, girl, whatever you what it my dudes!) why not mix my fav trope and boys all in...one fic😳😳 anyways hope you guys enjoy!! I would love some feedback for future reference

Masterlist (requests are welcomed!)

Rami Malek-

Number one that gif of him...need I say more? 🥰

I’m sick of how ya’ll sleep on Rami!! I’m gonna give him tons of love

He would be one of the most affectionate sugar daddy’s tbh

Certainly would spoil the HECK out of you

Whether it be paying off your bills or lavish trips to Greece, Rami always has your back

You never had to pay a SINGLE PENNY when you were around him

Being with Rami, you were a changed person

Your fashion game went UPPPP

Like chanel perfume, all designer clothes, nice handbags, you NAME IT

”Rami, I’m not buying a five hundred dollar shirt from Theory.” ”What do you mean? It would look so good on you, sweetheart.”

Yes, Rami bought you the shirt

You two were at a vinyl place and you saw a limited edition queen vinyl

He buys it (and basically 10+ vinyls you love)

SO RAMI MAKES A WHOLE ASS ROOM IN HIS HOME FOR YOUR VINYLS🥺🥺

This man is omfg i loveee him❣️

Little sneak kisses to your forehead

Seeing you smile as you shop and blush at his complaints makes him so freaking happy HE LOVES YOU SO MUCH

He would take you shopping at the best stores

“I would be fine at a target, y’know” as you look around a Gucci store

Rami would snake an arm around your waist as he cooed into your ear, “My baby deserves the best, and nothing but the best

What started out as an arrangement turned into a genuine relationship

When looking for a sugarbaby, Rami was simply looking for company (and someone to spoil the heck out of)

In all truth, he was simply a lonely guy who simply wanted someone to make happy, and made himself happy in the process

Wherever you guys would go, he would always wanna hold your hand and be close to you bc he’s scared of loosing someone he’s made a connection with

And i’m totally not crying as I write this

Both of you were in dark places when you first met

Rami showed how much he truly cared about you

If you called him all upset, he would SPEED over with whatever you needed whether it be pizza or emotional support

Sitting on your couch, his arm wrapped around yours as you vented about your problems

Rami had convinced you to drop your job and come live with him because he’s a KING!!

”Angel, you’re not gonna have to worry about anymore.” ”What do you mean?”

You ended up quitting your job and moving in with him

What turned into an arrangement became an intimate relationship

The sex between you to was AMAZING

it was VERY intimate

It started off slow but would get increasingly rougher god I hate what I said

Rami would always check up and you and NEVER go past your limits

It would end with the two of you cuddling in bed

Let’s just say you never had to worry about your bills ever again😎😎

I MADE MYSELF CRY WHYYY

Gwilym Lee-

my love for this man? ENDLESS

Seriosuly gwilym lee HAVE MY CHILDERN

anyways to the pLOT

Gwilym is the sexiest and cutest man alive

The sugar daddy that will bring you EVERYWHERE HE GOES

He’s such a gentlemen

Like all relationships start, it was more of an arrangement then a relationship

Your job was to escort Gwilym at all these events as “company”

Gwilym would send a bunch of nice items and a driver to bring you to the location

”Hope you like this ❤️ xxx” “Treat yourself! 😘xxx”

Like mister I-😳😳

Gwilym is literally such a sweet person

Whenever you were spotted with him, you would get thousands of compliemnts/questions

”You’re with Gwilym! So lucky!”

”That necklace is to kill for! Did Gwilym give it to you?”

”Teach my your ways!”

Whenever you’re at these events all these people give you evil stares

Your like👁👄👁 “is Gwilym a playboy??”

Gwilym is all like “what do you mean?? 🥺Of course not! Your the only one that matters to me right now”

He’s such a king we LOVE HIM

Spontaneous trips to France and Italy

Gwilym and you grow super close

Also your dates would range from fancy galas for Gwilym’s works or peaceful book/poetry readings

He LOVES books and always takes you to bookstores and gives his best recommendations

He literally turns into an english teacher while overanalyzing books

”The greenlight in Green Gatbsy is such a crucial symbol”

”Jane Austen is one of the best feminist writers, she was so ahead of her time!”

You wanna be annoyed but can’t

i can’t I LOVE GWILYM LEE I’M NOT SORRY

The two of you would lie in bed together

You would be slouched against his body as he stroked your hair, reading to you in that accent

As much as you love your gentlemen, you get him into the wacky world of ninety day fiance

”This looks like trash...I’m going to watch every minute of it!”

You guys order chinese food and watch this obsessviely for six hours

I know this is meant to be fluffy but why not add some 🌶

Sex with you and Gwil is like ✨fireworks✨

He would make sure you wouldn’t be able to walk the next day let’s just say😉

He would have to carry you around and kiss your head, saying “You're so adorable, poppet” or “Don’t strain your legs, Cariad!”

Also ceo of AMAZING NICKNAMES

”My anwylyd” (Welsh for dearest)

Would 100% write you romantic poems (over text and in paper)

And yes he WOULD dramatically read them to you😤😤✌🏽

He would always greet you with the most over the top nicknames like “Good morning cariad!” or “Sit there and act pretty, my beloved”

hi mr lee please make me your sugar baby

Gwilym is your sugar daddy but also your sweet, book loving man

He loves seeing you happy so in return, you make him happy💓💓

Joe Mazzello-

This one is a wildcard ladies and gays!! 😌😌

Joe definitely does not strike you as a sugar daddy

He seems more like your boyfriend than anything else

The two of you were inseparable

After dinner Joe would take you to a karaoke bar or for ice cream

After the first date you started calling him Joey

Drunken duets to cheesy 80’s romance songs

The two of you would sing your hearts out before vomiting from the copious ammouts of ice cream and vodka

With Joe it’s eithier mcdonalds or Nobu in TriBeCa

Mr.Mazello has range😌✨

This dude is the ceo of cheesy nicknames

”Yes my little lover muffin!”

”What is it cutie patootie?”

”You look amazing buttercup!”

“What’s up, hot stuff?”

In public he calls you “baby” or “lover” dw he saves you from public embarrassment

You know that meme of will smith and his wife? That is basically you and Joe

My love for his man is infinite

Joe is super clingy

Hand holding and lots of PDA

He wants people to know that your his sugar baby😤😤💓

he will always send texts like

”miss you baby💓💗💓💗!”

”can you grab milk from the store pls??”

”SUGAR HONEY ICED TEA WHERE ARE YOU😩😩🤯🤯🤯”

”Joe, it’s been a day.”

He has so many photos of you in his camera roll

You are his lockscreen😔💓

The ceo’s of amazing instagram photos, whether it be you wearing a burger king crown at Burger King or You guys kissing on a boat with the Italian sunset on a private boat

Captions would be could “my favorite fairytale is our love story” or “yasss queen slay it!”

It’s cringey but god Joe is so adorable

A combination of a child and gentleman ALL IN ONE

All of his friends are like “you guys HAVE to be dating!’

It’s suppose to be nothing more than an arrangement right?

I mean the two of you were living with eachother and he dropped all of this other sugar babies for you

The two of you are master chefs minus the one time Joe burned mac and cheese and set the stove on fire

Also not to get smutty but the sex between you two? Like

Straight up RAMMING to sweet pillowtalk

Anyways Joe being your sugar daddy would definitely not be a bad thing at all😘

Always exchange those “I love you’s” 💕✨

Ben Hardy-

When first seeing Ben on your sugar daddy app, you were 100% intimidated

But upon meeting him, this tough dude was a PUPPY🥺❣️

On the first date he bought you flowers and gave you a hug

“Y/n, right?”

“That’s me!”

“I just wanted to say you look stunning, love.”

You were wearing jeans and literally smiled so much

You know this date was going to go VERY WELL NOW😩✌🏽✨

Instead of a fancy restaurant, Ben took you to a stroll around London

Whatever clothes you wanted? He got it

Whatever cafe you wanted to stop at? Buy all the tea/coffee and pastries you want

Hotel? Trivago

The two of you walked around the city, hand and hand as you got to know eachother

You ended up walking around the city for five hours up until midnight

You laughed and talked about thousands of things

In confusion, you had to see Ben again

As Ben walked you back to your place, you smiled at him,

”I’d like to do that again.”

”Call me when you want, y/n.”

So your “dates” became more frequent

Ben had the best ideas for dates

Dinners at small Italian places, walking around a museum, or just sitting in his place and watching mindless television

He made sure to spoil you

With gifts, literally and figurreitly

Sex was a large piece in your arrangeemnt

But it was not the only thing in your relationship

And it was!! Amazing!!

”You’re so fucking beautiful” as he would kiss your forehead and dive straight into it 🥺😳

Not only could that man be A BEAST but an absolute sweetheart

Everyday you looked forward to not only getting paid by him, but just talking to him for hours on end

He would stay up for hours just to talk to you, whether it be about your lives or anything

and that ladies and gays is a dedicated MAN

No matter what, Ben always found a way to touch you

He always had his hand on the chair behind you or your thigh

You guys would have pillowforts and nerf fun battles together

It would always end with a cuddle session

Frankie would be skeptcial but love you!!

You guys got so close that he took you on a trip to the greek islands AND PROPOSED!! LIKE!! YES!!😌😌😌

LIKE YES POP OFF MISTER BEN HARDY

#rami malek #joe mazzello #gwilym lee #ben hardy #rami malek x reader #joe mazzello x reader #gwilym lee x reader #ben hardy x reader #my writing #queen #borhap boys #headcanons

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sunmaylight · 4 years ago

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TGCF Book 3 Reaction pt. 6 - We are going to Mt. Tonglu!

hahaha. So, funny thing. I got impatient and just breezed though the last two books and consumed all of the post-canon content I could find. But, even though I have finished TGCF, that doesn’t mean I didn’t leave notes that I want in big chunks like this. So I will continue working on this

Even though I read the novel, I will stay true to my notes to the best of my abilities.

Ch 138: Xie Lian remembering that he threw his meatballs like bullets without any spiritual strength, like how he went about the past 800 years

- Me: Why do people not realize that Xie Lian is buff. Buff Xie Lian art, where?

Qi Rong turns out to be a better chef than Xie Lian. Like possible House Husband material

- Me: Yo. WTF. I call hack! How did- *remembering Qi Rong’s backstory*... Okay, but how did he learn and hone his skills?

Heaven’s Eye cultivator group about to chow down on some hair when Xie Lian steps in with the pebble toss

- Me: Xie Lian saving cultivators from committing c*nn*bal*sm

Ch 139: Hua Cheng builds a little golden palace outside and then kicks it. The shady inn illusion crashes as well.

- Me: Can this get animated?

Feng Xin mentioning of an ascension acceleration method with dead babies

- Me: Wait! What if Feng Xin’s ascension is the suspicious one instead of Mu Qing

Ch 140: Xie Lian finds Guzi to be sick and dehydrated.

Mama Bear Xie Lian - Awaken

- Me: Oh shit. Xie Lian is pissed at his cousin.

Ch 141: Learning about who the father to the fetus spirit is. Learning that the fetus spirit is named Cuo Cuo. Secrets around Cuo Cuo’s birth abundant

- Me: WAIT! HE HAD S*X WITH LAN CHANG. HE F*KED?!

Xie Lian reassuring Hua Cheng, but Hua Cheng turning it around to saying that his actions are up to him. Xie Lian feels something.

Xie Lian and Hua Cheng had a moment when suddenly they see someone sitting at the table making tea

- Me: No! Is it Jun Wu?

Jun Wu is pouring three cups of tea

- Me: He saw the intimate scene between the two

Red flower that slips on the edge of the flower pot is about to fall when Xie Lian caught it like it’s the most precious thing in the world

- Me: Foreshadowing???

Xie Lian basically saying that Heaven will fall if the Heavenly Emperor is dead. Xie Lian basically saying that Heaven is floating in the sky because of the Heavenly Emperor

- Me: Man, I really hope that the Heavenly Emperor doesn’t die and make Heaven crash onto the ground, only to be upheld by the power of Xie Lian and then create a parallel of that scene in book 2, or Atlus holding up the world.

Ch 143: Heaven and the Ghost Kings have a mutual beneficial relationship

Hua Cheng using this fact to exploit Heaven singing him praises for a year.

- Me: Cunning bastard. I would have asked for praises sung to me and Xie Lian if I was in his shoes

Mt. Tonglu has the Klin and both places is that one poisonous jar where the last poisonous creature that is alive after x amount of time is emerged as the victor.

- Me: Battle Royale to the death.

Xie Lian sneaks with Ghost as a Puppet Master

- Me: Oh, nice disguise

Swift Life-Extinguishing Blade says he can find if a ghost is suspicious

- Me: Okay, but what if you are the suspicious one?

Xie Lian crouches down to hid behind the 8-12 year old looking Hua Cheng

Hua Cheng as the “Puppet Master” disguise: “No one shall touch what I love except for me”

- Me: Impressive acting there

There is a cloaked figure that Hua Cheng says they are wearing a fake face

- Me: Is it Pei Ming?

Swift Life-Extinguishing Blade dies from one slash. Xie Lian making an observation that sounds like a joke

- Me: lol

Ch 14-Mt. Tonglu gate

Some ghost ladies get hurt and the cloaked stranger immediately asks: “Are my ladies alright?”

- Me: I was right. It was Pei Ming

Pei Ming about to tease Hua Cheng when Ruoye whips out to hit Pei Ming

- Me: I don’t know if that was all Ruoye or influence from Mt. Tonglue, but go Ruoye.

Pei Ming’s mysterious candy he got to disguise his spiritual powers is revealed to be shady candy made form Ghost City. Consuming the candy is the equivalent to rubbing skunk spray all over yourself.

- lol

E-Ming has been affected like Hua Cheng. It is now a small sword

- me: Cute

Pei Ming can sense the atmosphere around Hua Cheng and Xie Lian

The Swift Life-Extinguishing Blade turns out to be alive still. Both halves are moving freely

- Me: It’s still alive. how?!

Pei Ming is revealed to be the “General Who Snapped His Sword”

- Me: *Four Tales of Heaven Background Understanding Update*

Wine: 100% Understanding & Truth of Creation

Flower Crown: 100 50% Understanding of Creation & History -Second Ascension & Third Ascension are Unknown-

Princess: 15% Understanding of Identity & History

Sword: 25% & Growing...Processing backstory now

A giant savage, dark skinned burly man in broken armour appears

- Me: Wait. Do I know this character?

It is revealed to be Ke-Mo

Xie Lian pulls a trick on Swift Life-Extinguishing Blade/Ming’Guang and Pei Ming saw it work. The trick was actually the most vile swear word of the Banyue kingdom that is the most disrespectful insult ever.

- Me: What did the army teach you Xie Lian?

Xie Lian calls out for Banyue & Pei Su knowing that they are not at Mt. Tonglu as a tactic to distract Ke Mo

- Me: lol. What if they actually come after Xie Lian called them.

When things start to look good, Xie Lian calls out on it. It is immediately changes into a bad thing

Tiny E-Ming grows with praises from Xie Lian.

Pei Ming does a big brain and smashes E-Ming’s hit to Xie Lian’s lips. E-Ming grows to a very long scimar

- Me: Pei Ming caught on what Xie Lian didn’t. Also E-Ming reflect’s Hua Cheng, so, affection makes E-Ming grow. Hua Cheng

As Ke Mo and Ming’Guang are abotu to beat Xie Lian and Pei Ming, Banyu and Pei Su do that badass entry of jumping down a cliff and kicking the opponents.

- Me: lol, Banyue and Pei Su actually appeared.

Banyue throws a scorpion-snake at Ke Mo fully knowing what she is doing and the 200 years of mutual dislike is behind it.

- Me: Ultimate betrayal.

Banyue: We came here with Rain Master

- Me: Wait. Rain Master is here?

Ch 148: Xie Lian thinks that if he does the same things he did to E-Ming to help him grow, it will help Hua Cheng grow

- Me: Awe. So cute.

Ke Mo vs. Banyue & Pei Su - Round 2: Banyue is too embarrassed to throw her snakes again at Ke Mo. Pei Su swoops in and yeets a basket full at Ke Mo who screams at them

- Me: For some reason I find this scene really funny.\

Xie Lian: Moves into kiss Hua Cheng. He kisses the forehead and is sad about it.

Pei Ming learns that Banyue is that Banyue while she backs away from Banyue as Pei Ming comes close to her

- Me: Oh wait. Does Pei Ming still smell of those Ghost Candies?

It is revealed that Banyue is weary of Pei Ming because of the candy scent

- Me: Lol, it was the candy

Rain Master is brought up

- Me: *random thought* Does Rain Master & Pei Ming have some history together?

Rain Master is at Mt. Tonglu because Qi Rong stole some of her farmers.

Pei Ming is revealed to be the opposing General of the Rain Master

- Me: Oh, they do have some history together.

Xie Lian & Readers learn about the ‘Tale of the General Who Snapped His Sword’

- Me: LORE!

Sword: 75% Understanding

Ch 149: Pei Ming insults Banyue for not knowing how to cook like other females

- Me: General Pei, I understand that in your time that might have been a norm. But modern times that is different.

Xie Lian says he will teach Banyue how to cook

- Me: Oh no. Someone please stop them.

Banyue is holding a pot of food

- Me: Oh shoit. Did Banyue?

Ch 150: Banyue’s chicken meal is a black mass of questionable origins

- Me: *sob* it’s over. Banyue is now added to the list. But at least she took up her cooking skills after her adopted dad.

Pei Su takes the dubious food and eats it after watching Hua Cheng try some.

- Me: RIP Pei Su

Hua Cheng telling Xie Lian about the history of Mt. Tonglu while Pei Su is dying in the background. Banyue’s cooking somehow turned into a spirit or eldrich horror

- Me: *sob* please. You two are so adorable together, but someone (Pei Su) is literally dying from food poisoning. You are like that one pool meme

Pei Ming has given up on Pei Su to hang with the oblivious couple

Xie Lian has heard of Wuyoung before from his past while training to Ascension.

- Me: Oh. Interesting.

Little Xie Lian learned how to recite the Ethic Sutras like nothing because he was a curious child about a forgotten kingdom and the Guoshi made him shut up through sutras.

- Guoshi, how are you real?

Xie Lian: Pei Su is talking weird. Is it because of the Scorpion-Snake?

Banyue: Pei Su has immunity from them

-Me: God you two are so oblivious.

Ch 151: What if Jun Wu is from Wuyoung? Nah. He has a 500 year difference from then.

- Me: *Remembers Qi Rong calling Jun Wu a faker and thinks there is some truth in those words* What if he became an immortal 500 years before his ascension and just loitered around for 500 years until he achieved ascension status.?

The group is Scooby-Doo investigation with Ace Attorney observation skills on the temples. of the Kingdom of Wuyoung to learn why it fell

- Me: intersting. I hope they find something interesting.

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Alright. Going to stop there cause the actual journey to the Klin starts and it is a long journey where there is actually more than what I commented on. Man, I just really picked and choose what to highlight while reading

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in-my-jamiebower-era · 4 years ago

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Adore you. Rafe Cameron.

Rafe Cameron x Reader

Summary: You’re a pouge and Rafe is a Kook. This relationship will never work, that’s why you hide it.

Warnings: A few curse words, implied smut, and probably grammatical errors.

Words: 4,500 on the dot!

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You’re a pogue. You live on the cut. You work at the wreck. You hang out with John b, JJ, Kiara, Pope, and Sarah. Although Kiara was your best friend. You had known her the longest. Pogues and Kooks aren’t supposed to be friends, much less associate with each other. Although, Kie and Sarah were different. They both proved they weren’t snobs and they definitely knew how to have a good time.

You really didn’t go to Kie’s house a lot but you did go to the Cameron’s sometimes. Sarah insisted that you and Kie came over today to help her pick out a hairstyle for midsummers. They both were Kooks so of course they were going, but you were a Pouge. That meant you’d either be working the event or not going at all.

All three of you were up in Sarah’s room talking of various hairstyles and makeup plans. They both weren’t excited about the event but to tell the truth that’s all you had dreamt of since a little kid. All you wanted was to be invited to that party, wear a nice dress, and dance as though you would never again. You were pulled from your thoughts when you heard Kie and Sarah bickering on which flower crown to wear. That’s when you said, “Hey guys I’m going to go get something to drink from downstairs, I’ll be right back.” They both nodded and went back to dealing with the crown.

As you were grabbing a can of cherry coke your hand slipped from wetness and dropped it. Then out of nowhere appeared Mr. Rafe Cameron. He grabbed it for you and said “next time try to be more careful” then he gave you a cocky wink. You blushed at his comment. He could obviously see the effect he had on you so he said “you’re adorable when you blush.” He definitely knew how to get you going. So you lent over and gave him a quick peck on the lips. He then deepened the kiss.

Walk-in your rainbow paradise

Strawberry lipstick state of mind

I get so lost inside your eyes

Would you believe it?

The truth is you and Rafe had been secretly dating for 6 months. You both knew how your friends would feel about it so you decided to keep it to yourself. Thing is you saw something different in Rafe. You weren’t exactly sure when you started crushing on him. Maybe it was when you would see him coming out of the water, glistening. Maybe it was when you found him one night I’m a rage and helped calm him down.

Just so happened one night at a boneyard party Rafe found you all alone sitting on a log, watching the stars. You remember the conversation so vividly “hey y/n what are you doing out here all alone?” You glumly replied, “Oh you know just living it up.” The conversation went on for a while until there was a comfortable silence. Although you believe that comfortable silence was so overrated.

You really weren’t the type to be brave and do something so daring, but at the moment it just felt right. You all of the sudden grabbed him from the back of his neck and attached your lips to his.

“Shit, Rafe I’m so sorry. It’s just I’ve wanted to do that for a long time. Maybe it’s the alcohol in my system or it just feels right. I really don’t want to ruin our friendship and I hope this doesn’t make anything weird. I know you look at me like a Pouge. I thought maybe if I did it you would feel the same way. I know it’s completely stupid and I’m so sorry.” He had a little smile playing on his lips. Then he replied, “just shut up and kiss me again.”

It felt like electricity coursing through your veins. It felt like butterflies were swarming your stomach. He grabbed around your waist to pull you in more. You gently tugged at the end of the hair, which in response he let out an almost silent moan.

When you both pulled away, you were panting, instantly want more. “So I can’t help but noticed that you kissed me back. Does that mean you feel the same way about me?” He was trying to catch his breath. He finally was able to say “I’ve felt the same way since that day you comforted me after my dad was on my case.” You were incredibly happy but at the same time wondered why hadn’t he just said something.

“Y/N, your eyes are beautiful. Every time I see them I get so lost in them.” You started to blush with butterflies forming in your stomach, once again. He lifted his thumb to his lip and gently wiped “strawberry lipstick, you should wear it more often. So every time I kiss you, it will taste this sweet.”

You don't have to say you love me

You don't have to say nothing

You don't have to say you're mine

You were immediately startled when Sarah came into the kitchen. How long had you been thinking about that night at the boneyard? Suddenly she ran and gave you the biggest hug with Kie right behind her. They both were screaming nonsense. “SARAH CAMERON AND KIARRA CARRERA, WHAT ARE YOU GUYS TALKING ABOUT!!?” They both looked at you with wide grins and Kie said “How would you like to go to midsummers with me.”

You couldn’t trust your voice, so you started nodding profusely. You all started screaming practically bursting your own eardrums. Wait. Rafe. You quickly glanced around to see him sitting there with the biggest smirk on his face. You couldn’t tell what it was for but you knew he was excited for you.

They both half screamed and half cried about going shopping. Seeing as though midsummers was in a few days. “Come on Y/N, now it’s time we pick out your hairstyle.” Oh God, you were not prepared for this. You told the girls you would head up in a second.

As soon as they left, Rafe was at your side. He held you in a tight hug that let you know he was very excited for you. You couldn’t help feeling a little bit sad that you weren’t going to midsummers with Rafe but you weren’t going to complain. “Y/N, I’m really happy for you baby. I know you’re going to be absolutely gorgeous, per usual.” You knew Rafe could read you like a book so he could sense a little disappointment from you.

“Listen to me Y/N, I know that it’s hard with me being a Kook and you being a Pogue. I know people say that the two sides shouldn’t be together but that doesn’t change how I feel about you. I would never force you into anything you didn’t want to do. At any moment you could leave me. I know that I’m not as good as you. You don’t have to say anything, I just want you to know that you mean more than you will ever know to me.”

Honey

I'd walk through fire for you

Just let me adore you

Oh, honey

I'd walk through fire for you

Just let me adore you

Like it's the only thing I'll ever do

You kissed him on the nose. “Rafe, I care for you so much, and I feel the same way about you. I’m not going to leave you, baby, I-“ You were then interrupted by Sarah screaming your name. “I’m coming SARAH!” You kissed him in his forehead and told him it was going to be okay, and with that, you went up to the middle Cameron’s room.

Kie had a curling iron in her hair and told you to sit down. “So Y/N, I think we should go shopping later tonight because midsummers are tomorrow.” WHAT? You had thought it was in a few days, not tomorrow. You quickly replied “What are we doing just sitting here, there’s no time to do hair. I need a dress!!” You definitely had some money from working at the wreck. You knew you would need it for something special, this was definitely that occasion.

You slipped on your brown and navy sandals, screaming a Kie and Sarah to hurry the hell up. Rafe was on the couch scrolling through his phone, when he saw you he shot you a wink. Sarah and Kie grabbed their things and you all were out the door.

When you arrived at the first store it looked so surreal. There were diamonds and pearls everywhere. In the corners, there were long luxurious dresses. Nothing really stuck out to you but it was smart to try on dresses to get an idea of what you want. By the 5th store, you all were exhausted but Sarah insisted you tried on a long red dress with a slit on the left. When you zipped it up, you turned around and saw yourself in the dress. You were beautiful. You stepped out for the girl to see and they were ecstatic. That was the one.

On your way home you guys saw a thin red flower crown with a hint of green. You decided you would borrow Sarah’s gold heels. The outfit you picked was beautiful and you silently cheered knowing Rafe would see you.

You remember the first time you and Rafe almost got caught with each other. Rafe had texted you and told you to sneak over through his window. You had successfully made it but he had an unexpected visit from Kelce. So you hid in his closet trying to be as silent as possible while Kelce talked about some girl he fucked. At that moment you wished you were anywhere but there. When he finally left, after what felt like hours you just wanted to cuddle.

You laid on his chest, while he rubbed small circles on your back. Then he went into a rant of “he wouldn’t care if you guys got caught” and “he would walk through hell just to be with you” or “I adore you so much, baby girl.” You knew he was saying this because you had to hide in a closet for hours. You kissed his nose and said, “baby it’s fine, I made it out alive.”

Your wonder under summer skies

Brown skin and lemon over ice

Would you believe it?

When you, Sarah, and Kie arrived at the Cameron’s you guys were exhausted. Kie took off and said his parents needed her home. Then it was your turn to depart “by Sarah, I’ll see you tomorrow at MIDSUMMERS.” She elbowed you in the stomach. As you were walking out the door Rafe came out of nowhere and offered you a ride home. You gave him a confused look but agreed. Sarah of course thought nothing of it.

When you guys got in the car you said “Rafe, what if Sarah found out.” You knew that she probably hadn’t but it still crossed your mind. You were so deep in thought about everything that happened today, you didn’t realize the car had stopped. Wait...this wasn’t your house. “Rafe, what are we doing at the beach?” He grabbed your hand and happily said “thought we could spend some time together.” God, he was absolutely adorable.

As you ran out of the car to a place that looked secluded, Rafe let the moment sink in. You were really his. You looked beautiful under the sunset of the summer sky. He doesn’t know how he got so lucky or why he was blessed with you. His thoughts were soon gone when you screamed “HURRY UP RAFE, YOU’RE SO SLOW.”

You don't have to say you love me

I just wanna tell you something

Lately, you've been on my mind

When he finally found his way to the rock you were sitting on he said “Y/N, I need to talk to you about something.” He thought this was the perfect opportunity to pull a little prank on you. You looked at him with adoration in your eyes then suddenly they turned dark when he said the words “I’m back on coke, I relapsed.” You thought he was joking at first but this is something you guys don’t joke about.

Before you and Rafe were dating you knew he did coke. You knew that it was a daily occurrence. Everyone could see it destroying his life. It mentally hurt you to see him like that so one day you told him to decide between you and coke. That day he stopped, he’s been sober for 4 months. You told him if he ever went back to coke you were leaving him because it took a toll on you. It depressed you to see him like that all the time. All of a sudden your ears were ringing, you started to see red.

You started to talk then paused to keep composure. “Did you do it willingly?” He responded with “I’ve been doing it for a while, I’ve been visiting Barry and getting it from him. He was laughing so hard on the inside while your heart was breaking. You started to cry and sob because you knew he had just ruined the relationship. “Y/N! IM KIDDING, THIS WAS PRANK.”

You looked him in the eyes and replied “You’re disgusting, Rafe Cameron.” You hurriedly got your bags from his car and started walking to your parent's home.

“Y/N, please. Wait. I just wanted to play a little joke on you. I didn’t mean any harm.” You were relieved it was a prank but you were furious. It had caused you so much pain before. You didn’t want to see him or talk to him. “Rafe if you care about me, you will leave me the hell alone this instant. With that, he drove away. He fucked up bad and he knew it.

Honey

I'd walk through fire for you

Just let me adore you

Oh, honey

I'd walk through fire for you

Just let me adore you

Like it's the only thing I'll ever do

You went home and furiously slammed the door to your room and started sobbing. How could he pull a joke on you like that? Maybe you were overreacting a little but when he was on coke it killed you on the inside. You had seen your boyfriend slowly killing himself. Even if I was just an innocent little prank it still brought back memories. These memories were the ones you wish you could forget.

Your phone started buzzing in your pocket. You knew who it was but you couldn’t talk to him, not right now. You sent it to voicemail and he called back 1...2..3..4..5..6 times. You just decided to shut off your phone and take a shower. When the heat of the shower hit your back it instantly soothed you. You took about 30 mins just to relax, then you got out and did your nightly routine. You curled up in your bed and finally turned your phone back on.

You were in shock there were tons of missed calls and texts from Rafe. There were only a few texts from the rest of the Pogue group chat. When you went to Sarah’s messages it said “hey, did something happen with you and Rafe because he’s been a crying mess since he got home.” You instantly replied, “nothing I can think of.” It hurt you that you made him feel that way but it wasn’t your fault. He really hit a memory inside that you wished to forget. You decided it was best to call him back.

You called and the phone rang for half a second before he was on the line. Y/N? His voice cracked, he sounded like he had been crying for hours. “Yeah, Rafe it’s me.” You could hear him exhale on the other side of the phone in relief.

“Listen, baby, I’m so sorry for pulling that stupid joke on you. I really didn’t mean any harm. I know that something that I’m not supposed to joke about and I don’t know why I did it. I know the mental toll it took and you. I felt so bad knowing that you were at home sobbing your heart out and I couldn’t hold you. Y/N, please I would do anything to make you stop hurting. Please forgive me? I swear I’ll be more careful.”

You sighed knowing he had no bad intentions. “Yeah Rafe, I forgive you. Just please don’t even joke with me like that again. You know that broke me into pieces.” He replied, “I promise, I promise, I will never ever do that to you ever again.”

Then he said “so can I come over because I still feel bad and I really want to see you.”

You thought this was the perfect time to tease him, “you can see me tomorrow when I come over to your house to get ready for midsummers.”

He huffed in annoyance, “but I want to see you now!!”

“Byeeee Rafe, I’ll see you tomorrow!” Then you hung up on him. You could imagine his face at that moment, shocked but wanting more. It was late so you decided to go to bed, trying to contain your excitement for tomorrow.

I'd walk through fire for you

Just let me adore you

Oh, honey

I'd walk through fire for you

Just let me adore you

Like it's the only thing I'll ever do

You woke up to the sound of your phone buzzing. There were only a few people it could be but you secretly hoped it was the eldest Cameron sibling. Nope, it was actually the middle Cameron sibling. You saw a text from her that said “Get your lazy ass over here, we’ve got midsummers to get ready for.” You groaned, eyes still puffy from crying last night. So you got up brushed your teeth and got dressed. You grabbed your bags from yesterday then headed to the Cameron’s.

You dang the doorbell several times and you heard Rafe holler, “I’m coming, chill out.” He definitely didn’t know it was you, he probably assumed it was Kie or something. When he opened the door his face went into a frown. He sees your puffy eyes and palish face from crying. You gave him a small smile and you were about to say something but Sarah came to the door and dragged you upstairs.

She had her hair done and she makes up done. She looked absolutely gorgeous. You always wanted to be as beautiful as the Kook princess. She told you countless times you were soooo pretty but you were just very insecure. “Okay, so how should I do your hair?” I think just leave it down and straighten it. So you went and took another shower, you made sure to moisturize and all that good stuff.

Sarah sat you down at her vanity and started blow-drying your hair. After she was done with that she plugged up the flat iron. She suspiciously went and closed her door then she said “Y/N we need to talk.” Oh God, not that sentence again.

“So what’s going on between you and my brother.” You practically choked on your spit and said “what do you mean.” She looked at you with knowing eyes while continuing to do your hair.

“Y/N, I’m not stupid. I see the glances you give each other. I hear him talk to you on the phone, all the time! He was crying last night and this morning you show up with puffy eyes! I’d rather you tell me then lie to me about it.” She had an expression you couldn’t read at the moment.

“Okay Sarah, you want to know? Rafe and I have been seeing each other for a few months.” Her mouth dropped. Then she put on a little cocky smile of hers.

She screamed “I KNEW IT!! I mean I didn’t know it but I did know it. Y/N, if you really care about him then I’m not mad. I don’t know why in hell you would want to be with him but that’s your choice. I’m really happy for you.” You got up and hugged her really hard. She was so sweet. You muttered, “Sarah you are amazing.”

You decided you wanted a snack before you got your make up done. So you and Sarah went downstairs and you decided to get an apple. You saw Rafe sitting at the bar, so you decided it would be the perfect time to get him back for his “prank.” You made sure Sarah was in the room then you went up to him and kissed him. He didn’t push you away, he only deepened the kiss.

You pulled away and said, “you know your sister is right there, right?” He glanced at her and said back “I really didn’t care, if you wanted to kiss then we were going to kiss.”

Sarah eyed both of you and said “hey, just because I know doesn’t mean you two can get all lovey-dovey. I going to go and give you guys a minute. Y/N come upstairs when you’re done.” She then went back upstairs.

Rafe looked at you and said, “so you told her?”

“No, I didn’t, you’re just not good at hiding us.” He elbowed you then you giggled.

His face went serious. He looked at you for a second then said “I’m so sorry for what I did yesterday. I felt horrible. I thought you were going to break up with me, even though you should’ve. I really shouldn’t have done that. It hurt me so bad to know you were crying and I couldn’t comfort you.”

You looked at him with testy eyes and said “it’s okay baby.” He got up and hugged you so tight.

He wasn’t letting go so you had to say “alright I’m going to let Sarah do my make up now. I’m going to get dressed.” He gave you a kiss and then you were off to go.

I'd walk through fire for you

Just let me adore you

Oh, honey

Before you knew it you were dressed and people were arriving at the house. You weren’t going to lie, you looked really good. Kie suddenly swung open the door to Sarah’s room. She saw you and her jaw dropped, “wowww my date looks hot.” You giggled and grabbed Kie’s hand.

You both walked over to where Pope was working and decided to chat. People were staring at you and it made you uncomfortable. Although there was nothing you could do so you just decided to have a good time. You heard applause and you turned around to see what all the commotion was about. Then you saw him.

He was with the rest of his family, he looked miserable. Then your eyes met and his face visibly heated up. He had a baby blue suit on, he cleaned up really nice. To be honest the entire Cameron family looked like they were out of a photoshoot. You gave Rafe a small smile and he was blushing, it was obvious the effect you had on him.

Ward gave a small speech then the Cameron family went all separate ways. Topper and Sarah were arguing about something. Pope and JJ were working. Kie was with her mother and father talking of God knows what. Then it was just you. You gasped when you felt someone come up behind you and say “want to dance.” It was Rafe.

“Rafe, you know we can’t dance. People will find out about us.”

He looked at you with a small smile and said “maybe I want them to know.” You eyed him suspiciously then you decided he had no alternative motive. Well, it was time. He took your hand and you both walked over the dance floor. Your hands were around his neck and he had him on your waist.

“Rafe...people are staring at me.” You said quietly. He leaned down and whispered in your ear “Well let them stare, you’re beautiful.” Then he kissed the top of your head.

I'd walk through fire for you

Just let me adore you

After a few dances, you decided it was time to go back to your seat. Kie rushed to your side “so that’s new?” Then Sarah replied, “no it’s not, it’s been going on for about 4 months.”

You turned to her and said, “actually about 6.” They both looked at you shocked. Kie had a blank expression and she looked at you and said “why him?” You knew that was a loaded question. There were so many reasons you chose him. Maybe it was that he was a generally kind person once you got to know him. Maybe it was the fact that when your asleep he talks to you, but you just pretend you’re asleep. Perhaps it was the way he changed when he met you. He no longer bothered the Pogues, he was off the coke, and he learned to control his hot head.

There was only one thing that could possibly explain it “I chose him because I love him.” You smiled there way. They looked at you with a startled expression, then behind you with a startled expression. They both snickered, then ran off. You stood up and turned around and Rafe was standing there with a startled expression. “Shit” was all you muttered.

“Y/N, you love me?” You muttered sheepishly “yeah I do”

Oh, honey

Just let me adore you

Like it's the only thing I'll ever do

“Y/N, I think. NO. I know I love you too” You gave him the biggest smile. You lent in and kissed him, people started staring. There were oohs and ahhs, some even gasped. He whispered in your ear “want to get out of here?” You smiled and gave him a yes. He took your hand and you both headed towards the beach.

He could tell you were having a hard time walking with your dress and all so he grabbed your bridal style. You both settled on a pier looking over the water.

You were watching the water but you could tell her was staring at you. Then he said, “I hope our kids never have to hide their love.” Wait did he just say, kids?

You turned and looked at him “our kids?”

He looked at you sheepishly and said “yes I want kids, do you?” You leaped up and attacked him with hugs and kisses. That was a definite yes. “I love you Rafe.” he smiled into your lips and said, “I love you too baby.”

He truly adored every piece of you.

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romantic-barnes · 5 years ago

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unintended | part one

| part one - through the veins of history |

Pairings: king!bucky x princess!reader, king!steve x twin!princess

Summary: The moment you have come of age, you are being ripped out of the place you call home and into the kingdom of Cydonia ruled by King James, your betrothed. Neither of you pleased with the situation, neither of you being honest. Between fights, snarky remarks and glaring, do you find time to breathe? Is it possible to reconcile or even love one another?

Warnings: arranged marriage, insulting, being mean on purpose, a bit of a slow burn, the reader has a twin!

A/N: This is part one of my entry in @sillyqt writing challenge. I chose to write an Arranged Marriage AU. This is pretty cliche to write it with a Royal Au, but I just love those very much. If you catch it, this is written like a one-shot, but it is very much a series. A huge massive thank you to my friend @nsfwsebbie for beta reading this and also explaining what a beta is haha. I love you and thank you for being there for me, it means a lot.

Deviders by @whimsicalrogers

Once upon a time (yes this is how our story begins) in a kingdom rich of wisdom and the newest inventions, the tale unfolds as the king and queen’s daughters become of age, ready to be wed.

Their first born, John, the heir away to meet his betrothed. The perfect time to focus on their two daughter’s Y/n and Julia. The twin’s inseparable since birth, but strikingly different in personality. No one would know upon first glance.

Julia, the oldest by a minute, is what one would describe the perfect princess, queen, mother and wife. A girl grown into a beautiful woman called the Princess of grace by the people. Both strikingly beautiful and intelligent unlike anyone her age.

Y/n, however, is none of the above. The kingdom named her the Queen of hearts, although the lack of a throne. Many people, near and far, say that she is the most beautiful woman they have ever seen, but her interests are far from what is expected from a wife. Stubborn, loud and unfashionable for a royal. Y/n can’t sit still to read a book, or participate in any of the sewing circles, no, she’d rather ride a horse alongside her friend Clint. Y/n runs through flower fields and sneaks into the kitchen to help, shooting arrows instead of drinking tea. She rides to town to drink beer with the commoners. But despite the lack of Royal-ness, the people love her.

Tony on the other hand worries that no prince or king will ever ask for her hand. He blames himself, giving her all the freedom, but he couldn’t ever possibly have it any other way. He loves his two daughters and would give them everything to be happy, even if it meant that they would live in his castle forever.

Their King Tony and their Queen Pepper, hold the philosophy that love is the only way to rule a kingdom. If you love your people and your country, it will show in the way it blossoms under your rule. Now that it’s time to send off their daughter’s, they want nothing more than for them to marry someone they love.

But that’s not what times like these allow.

You opened the heavy door (to the despair of the guard standing next to it) to reveal your father sitting behind his desk and your mother standing behind him, one hand resting on his shoulder. Julia sat on one of the two chairs opposite Tony, gracefully smiling your way.

You immediately felt that something was off, you had that feeling already when a guard told you that your father expected you in his office. The feeling didn’t falter as you sat down next to your sister and two portraits caught your eyes.

Your father cleared his throat, leaning forward. “As you know, as a princess comes of age, she is ready to be wed.” Tony’s eyes flickered between you and Julia. “So, your mother and I searched far and wide to find suitable men and we think we made the right decision.”

Julia beamed with excitement, but you grimaced at the thought of leaving your home. “And who have you chosen, father?” Your head turned toward the two portraits.

“Julia, dear,” your mother started, pointing to the painting of a young man with blue eyes and dark blond hair, “King Steve, amongst many others, has asked for your hand and we think that he is the perfect man for you to marry. Handsome, wealthy and a king the people describe as kind and thoughtful.”

Julia’s smile grew at your mother’s description of her future husband. You noticed she’s doing that thing she always does when she’s excited; straighten her back.

“And you, Y/n,” You looked at Tony, eyes growing wide, “we have chosen king James for you.”

Chosen, that’s the key word here. They have chosen him, not the other way around.

“A very intelligent young man, a fighter strong and passionate for the health and protection of his people. Undeniably handsome as you can see.” Tony said, your mother chuckled and you took a closer look at the King.

He is indeed very beautiful, long dark hair, blue eyes and his face structure carved sharply. You pondered for a moment. There are far worse Men out there, lords and prince’s alike who show no worry for their appearance, but James looks wealthy. The gold trim, gemstones and a crown with fine details. His short beard trimmed and groomed to your liking, a King nice to look at, at least.

But all that aside, the pit in your stomach knew that this was the end. The end of your freedom, the end of your life (a bit dramatic, but alas). The fear settled in of what life would be like once you move to King James’ kingdom. Once you become Queen, there are certain duties to uphold, an image for the people to portray and you did not feel ready for it. You never have.

“When will we be meeting our betrothed?” Julia leaned forward, her face beaming with excitement.

“In a fortnight, my dear.” Pepper grinned, knowing Julia’s eagerness.

There were things you wanted to say, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. Protesting against your fathers wishes when all he ever did was give you everything your heard desired. You exhaled, relaxing against the chair. Your father noticed.

“Y/n, I know how you feel towards this whole thing, but you have to understand that James can give you everything you want. All we heard about him only puts a positive light on him and that’s all we could ever ask for, a kind man.”

Your father placed his hand on Pepper’s and from the corner of your eye you saw the pleading look on Julia’s face, begging you not to throw a fit. A simple nod is all you managed to do and both of you were dismissed.

Julia walked alongside you through the corridors, silent, stealing glances at you and you knew there was something she wanted to say. “Just say it already!” You groaned, throwing your head back.

“I just think that you are really lucky! You could be so happy with King James!”

You turned your head, the sad look on your sister’s face making you angry. “I’m happy here! I won’t ever be a good Queen or a good wife for gods sake!”

“If you would just give King James and his kingdom a chance-“

“I don’t want to!” You interrupted her, walking up to the doors, a guard ready to pull it open. “I can open my own goddamn door!” You grunted; the guard stopped in his track letting you push the door open.

Julia exhaled, dropping her shoulders. You walked down the steps onto the grass, long strides towards the training grounds, leaving your sister behind. The sound of swords clashing together, grunts and heavy boots walking on the dirt, your dress dragging through it.

You saw Clint from afar, a smile immediately breaking out, your face lighting up. He stood behind one of his students, holding the boy’s arm and showing him the way to position himself. A wave of your arm and Clint turned his head to you, letting go of the boy to let him shoot the arrow, missing bullseye by millimetres.

“How’s your highness doing?” Clint bowed to you, cracking a smile.

“I want to throw myself off a cliff, but other than that, I’m great!” Clint embraced you into a hug, ignoring the frightened look on the boy’s face. “You’re getting pretty good, Peter!” You ruffled his hair and watched his cheeks turn crimson red.

Peter smiled shyly, mumbling a quiet ‘thank you’ before turning to away. You giggled at the shy boy, gesturing to Clint that you wanted to talk.

“What’s going on?” Clint asked softly once you were away from the training grounds and you looked up to meet his eyes.

“I’m betrothed to King James.”

Clint’s mouth opened and closed, walking next to you through the woods. “Wow.” You cocked a brow, uncertain of what Clint meant. “I mean, sometimes I forget how grown up you are. Must admit that I didn’t think about you getting married.”

“I know. It all feels so sudden.” The wind blew through your hair, warm air carrying the promise of summer. “I don’t want to go.” You whispered, eyes filling with tears.

Clint stopped, pulling you against his chest. His hand gently brushing through your hair. “It’s going to be ok. From what I’ve heard, King James is very kind and gentle, I couldn’t imagine him ever hurting you and besides, I’ll be there too.”

You immediately lifted your head, eyes wide as you stared at him. “Really? I didn’t know you would be coming with me.” You heard fluttered at the idea that Clint would be there with you.

“Of course I am! I’m not leaving you to go to a foreign country without your best friend.” Clint wrapped an arm around your shoulders, leading you back to the castle.

The idea that you would be all alone in a foreign country, with no one to confide to was frightening. But with Clint by your side, there was no reason to be afraid.

As the weeks turns into days and the days turned into hours, the reality became so much more touchable. Things packed and farewells said, Julia was the first to say goodbye to her home.

Your day would be tomorrow, but even just having to bid your sister goodbye was enough to bring tears to your eyes. The only thing worse than this is knowing that she’ll stay there forever. That she is to become Queen and have children to look after, no more time for shenanigans instituted by you. Dragging her along on a horse to adventures she could barely reach due to the lady like way she rode a horse.

But what frightened you the most is that she’ll forget you, off to a distant land and living what she has been training for her whole life.

Hugs and kisses were exchanged, Tony crying while Pepper made sure Julia had everything. The next time you’ll be seeing her is at her wedding. An obscure though. But that night you prayed to any god, hoping that Steve is everything your parents said he is.

The morning of your departure was dreadful. A maid helped you get into the simple red and white striped dress, pinned your head up against your protests and send you off to breakfast.

Your parents were awfully quiet. Tony and Pepper wouldn’t say it, but you are the life of the party, the one lighting the room, bringing smiles and laughter to everyone. With you gone, they wondered how different life would be.

The week-long journey was one thing to think about, having time to mentally prepare, but the pit in your stomach grew and grew with every passing minute. You didn’t want to marry anyone, if you had a say in this matter, you would be on a ship, travelling the world, but the day you were born your fate was sealed.

Clint helped you into the carriage, a look back to your parents and the tears started flowing. Your beloved home no longer a place you come back to every night, where you would spend time in the garden or ride to the town.

You sat back, leaning your head on the window. Your hands gripping the skirt of your dress, rolling the fabric between your fingers. A new country waited for you to be discovered, new adventures to be excited about and that’s what you clung onto.

The journey was dreadful. Sleeping in tents wasn’t the problem, it was the destination that turned your stomach around. Clint did everything to cheer you up, letting you ride a horse instead of sitting in the carriage, telling you more stories of his time in the red circle. The red circle is a secret bunch of assassins ordered to take care of ambushes near the border. Your father brought them to life at the early stage of his reign and they successfully scared away anyone trying to enter the country with foul intend.

The stories are wild and never cease to amaze you. Clint told you about the time he was ordered by Tony to train the knights, having experience in stealth and strategy. Clint, you notice every time, is the proudest telling that particular story.

The week came to an end quicker than you thought and with it the Kingdom of Cydonia presented itself in all its glory. Your new home till the day you die.

The town you rode through was so different from your home. Red bricked walls made up the structure of the houses, not the white ones you were used to. The streets branched off to even smaller ones, children running through, chasing each other.

As you rode through further, a market came to view. Shops instead of little stands, sings telling you what was sold, and women dressed without caps. That was something you were excited about, electricity running through your body seeing the women’s’ and little girls’ hair braided or laying atop their shoulders. The different hairstyles amazed you.

Cydonia looks so much brighter than you imagined.

A long and wide path before you made way for the castle and your breath caught itself in your throat. The white such a contrast to the red houses of the rest of the Kingdom. The castle grand in size, bigger than you could’ve thought. A day wouldn’t cover it, you would need at least a month to roam through these halls.

A gate was opened and the path lead to a fountain, behind it you climbed off your horse and were welcomed by a tall and muscular man. He introduced himself as Sam and lead you up the steps to the door, inside the grand entrance.

Inside was more marble than you have ever seen. Pillars, walls, stairs, all made of marble. The floor in a black and white checkered pattern. Your mouth wide open as you were led through the castle to your chambers.

You walked in and practically ran to the windows along the wall, pressing your hands to the glass. Your chambers looked over the garden and you gasped at the beauty of it. A rectangular pond in the middle of the grass, flowers at the back with a pavilion, trees as far as you could see.

Your heard Sam chuckle behind you walking to stand next to you. “Do you like it, your highness?”

“Yes.” You breathed, fogging up the glass. Turning around you took in the room. Simple, but still cosy. A four-poster bed to your right, opposite it a fireplace with a little table and plush, velvet chairs. Yes, you could see yourself being content here.

“A maid will be here shortly to dress you for the welcoming ceremony, Princess.” Sam smiled and bowed low before leaving the room.

Clint walked around, examining the room further. “This place is fancy!” His eyes wide as he looked at the gold details.

“I know right?” You walked over to the fireplace; a painting was hung above it. A woman smiled down at you. “I wonder who this is.”

The door opened and a young woman entered the room. Hair fiery red and her face structure sharp, if she didn’t smile at you right now, you would be very much intimidated. “Good evening, your highness. I’m Natasha, your lady in waiting.” Natasha curtsied before you, with a warm smile. “Do you have a gown in mind that you wish to wear?”

“Oh, yes the light blue one, with the pearls.” You went over to your crate holding a few of the finer dresses. To Natasha’s horror, you rummaged through the crate, pulling out the dress holding it up for Clint’s approval.

“I think that’ll do!” Clint smiled, placing his hands on his hips.

With Natasha’s help you got dressed and chose the jewellery you wanted to wear. Your hair was pinned up with a few strands framing your face. Against Natasha’s protests, she loosened the hairdo a little, giving it a more relaxed look.

The walk through the halls was truly challenging. Questions burned in your head. What if he isn’t what everyone says? What if he’s mean and vicious?

You straighten your back the way Julia would, holding your head high. The crown on your head heavier all of a sudden. You know what being in the presence of the King means, pretending. Pretending to be the person they expect you to be.

You stood in front of the massive double doors, hyper aware of what’s going to happen. You were announced and the doors were opened to reveal the lavish room. You took a step in and awed within yourself of the long throne room. There were royal guards all along the walls, windows high letting the evening sun in. Only your steps echoed off the high ceiling and with each foot set in front of the other, James came to view.

There he stood, dresses in white. Quite different from the portrait your parents showed you. Still indescribably beautiful, but his hair is short the crown sitting atop his chestnut brown hair. Hie beard also shorter, but you liked the look. You smiled feeling happy to be betrothed to an at least very handsome man.

As you came to a stop before him, you lowered your body to a deep courtesy, only raising yourself when James offered his hand. You gently placed your hand in his, soft skin meeting another. You noticed the scarring disappear behind the fabric. He kissed the back of your hand and you exhaled sharply as your eyes met his.

The painting didn’t do the blue justice, not at all.

“Your highness, it is a pleasure to welcome you Cydonia.” King James smiled happily. He was taken aback by your beauty. He wanted to behead anyone who told him about you, the tales of your beauty not even close to what you are. He was sure to never have met someone quite as striking as you, but he feared you just wouldn’t be the right fit for him.

A princess through and through. Trained to perfection, with little personality. Nothing but the throne in her head, waiting to give birth to an heir. He feared you would be just as boring as the next princess.

“The pleasure is all mine, King James.” You did your best to sound as delicate as possible, almost mimicking your sisters voice.

King James offered his arm and you held on to it as he led you through another set of doors leading to the equally lavish dining room. A long table was set for just the two of you and he offered you the chair to his right. James sat on the end of the table, smiling sweetly.

Your nerves were starting to get to you, trying to remember how to eat properly. At home it didn’t matter what spoon you used, Tony and Pepper never minded you eating quickly and getting up before anyone else to go to your archery training with Clint. But here you felt out of place. You imagined Julia sitting opposite you, what she would do next. You ate in silence trying your hardest to concentrate on the way you ate.

James peeked at you from time to time, your posture straight as a stick, taking the littlest bites and saying you’re full even though half the food was still on your plate. His worst nightmare came true, but he couldn’t defy his mother’s wishes.

“Do you paint, Princess?” James asked, folding his hands before him.

You pondered for a moment whether to lie or not. You don’t hate painting per se, but you don’t do it either. “No, I don’t, your majesty.”

James nodded. “Do you ride horses, perhaps?”

“Yes, I do, but only a little.” That was a lie, but you couldn’t exactly tell him that you ride hoses like a man or that you shoot arrows while doing it.

James nodded again; eyebrows knitted together. “What do you like doing for fun then?”

You thought, but nothing that you do for fun was acceptable for a future queen to do. “I uh attend the sewing circle.” You chewed on your lower lip, hoping that the King would approve, but James looked confused.

He couldn’t lie, she was boring. What were they going to do together? Attend the sewing circle? Ride a horse for about ten minutes at one mile per hour and then go to sleep? If his mother hadn’t brought her in here, he sure as hell wouldn’t have. There was so much more to life that he wanted to do. If he had the chance, he would travel, not get married and… Maybe if she doesn’t want to be here, he could get rid of her. A few hurtful words here and there and she would be running off to wherever she came from.

She is gorgeous, sure, but he can do little with that. “How can you possible not enjoy painting?” James leaned back into his chair, watching the colour drain from her face.

You shook your head slightly, taken aback by the sudden change of character. There was no proper way of responding and you were stuck. Opening and closing you mouth trying to scramble for words.

“Any Queen in this dynasty mastered the painting skill, so I expect you to do the same.” James was on the brink of smirking. There was truth to his words, all Queens in his family were skilled painters, but it wasn’t a necessity.

You on the other hand were furious. This was a direct insult to your character. He was not only insulting your intelligence, but also your education. Implying that your parents were careless about your expertise in the royal education. Before you could think about your choice of words, they just came right out.

“Well, everyone said you were such a great warrior, then why is your arm scarred? Looks pretty ugly to me!”

James’ jaw dropped. He was expecting a lot of things, but not this. He stood up; his hands balled into fists, ready to leave the room, but you weren’t finished.

“I don’t know if I could marry someone like you. A king? No. A fool more like it.” You crossed your arms in front of your chest.

James was speechless. Sad even. He had never felt so exposed, ever. And here you were, picking apart his worst insecurity.

“Oh, and by the way,” you pointed to your chin “you have food in your beard.”

James touched his face, running his hand through his beard. This was it. He walked away, out of the dining hall and into the corridor. She had insulted him and humiliated him. He almost lost his arm for his country and she just about ridiculed him for it.

You sat at the table, now alone, a triumphant smile on your face, digging into the last bits of food on your plate, leaving the meat.

[ part two ]

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Heat vs Steele Pt 3

Masterpost

Logan doesn’t see the other prince until later in the morning when he’s found marveling over the extensive library that Logan’s ancestors had built years before he was even conceived.

“Your father said I might find you here, Logan. I wasn’t expecting it to be the other way around” The tanned boy sends a bright smile over to him, which Logan promptly ignores. Instead, he goes over to a shelf to examine the books for a suitable title.

Roman pouts at the lack of reaction and comes up behind him, leaning over his shoulder a bit to peek at the book’s title. Logan turns and jumps back against the shelf in surprise, eyes wide and locked on Roman, his book clutched to his chest.

“Sorry! Sorry, I was just curious about what you chose!” Roman puts his hands up and backs off. Strange…

Logan merely retreats to the couch and sits down, opening his book to start reading. He can hear Roman sit next to him and try engaging him in conversation numerous times, but his only response are one word or quick answers. He manages to get to the rising action before Roman stops talking altogether. It isn’t long until a sly hand slides up his chest to his chin and gently tilts his head to face endearing, brown eyes, Roman’s free hand sneaking a bookmark in and snatching his book.

“Roman, I would appreciate if you gave that back.”

“But then I wouldn’t have these lovely star-filled galaxies looking at me,” Logan feels his heart skip a beat, but hides any indication.

“Won’t you forgive the intrusion this morning? I’m only here to make you happy!” Roman smiles softly and Logan finds himself wanting to freeze time for a moment longer before he remembered what he was supposed to be doing.

“Mi amour, you’ve entranced my heart with your whole being. Tell me, what can I do to prove myself worthy of your affections?” Roman leans closer to him, barely taking Logan’s hand as the one on his chin moves to his cheek.

“You can leave me alone!” Logan shoves him off and flees to his room, scratching at the itch on his covered arms. Servants dodge out of his way when they see his expression and the guards don’t try to stop him, despite their orders to keep the two together. He locks the door behind him and shouts for Virgil as he rips his shirt off as fast as he could, scratching at the scales growing on his shoulders and back. He’s soon relieved by a cold, wet cloth gently rubbing at them and he lowers his arms.

“Something got you riled up. Was it that prince? I bet it was.” He can practically hear the grin Virgil was surely portraying as he rolls his eyes.

“He attempted to kiss me.”

“Already? He should know that courting law states that PDA is forbidden.”

“We were alone, Virgil. In the library.”

“Oo! He’s got taste!” “Sir Virgil!” Logan tries to twist and look at him but the cloth pressing against his neck prevents any harsh words.

“I knighted you, and I can take it back!” he shivers, despite his words as the cloth trails down his back.

“But you won’t~” Virgil sing-songs and rubs at the newer scales,” you’ve mentioned that you don’t want anyone else hearing about your ailment and it definitely helps that I was there when it was inflicted, so just relax and let me help you.”

Logan grumbles but allows Virgil to continue rubbing his dead skin off of his -no, the- scales so it was less uncomfortable on the prince. He sighs in relief and Virgil chuckles,” do you want me to redo your chest and upper arms?”

“If you don’t mind. I believe some dust might have gotten under one and it’s quite noticeable.”

“Yeah, okay, Dictionary. I gotcha.” Logan rolls his eyes at Virgil’s nickname and turns around so he can work on Logan’s chest. They sit in silence as Virgil works, watching pieces of dead skin fall off the deep blue scales.

“Look, Lo, I know you aren’t having the best of times dealing with this, but at least they’re a pretty color, right?”

“Yes, they’re aesthetically pleasing, I suppose.” He sighs and looks away towards the window. He could see the forest spread out over his father’s land, past the rolling hills of farmland and pastures. The sun was high above the treeline, causing the deep green to brighten in the light. Shadows fled from the light of day and Logan finds himself understanding the tactical retreat.

‘Opposites, such a strange concept’, thought Logan,’ one can’t exist without the other, yet they’re constantly at ends with the other. What makes them opposites? What dictated that light and darkness could not coexist? Why must one always be smaller than the other? Candles and shadows, so different yet so similar at the same time.’

He looks out at the light and imagines what it must be like for the shadows suddenly pinned to objects and people. He imagines what his own shadow thinks, the dismay it must feel when the sun peeks over the horizon and it must return to his side to survive the day. Does the light feel the same? Was it leashed to candles and torches during the night? Clinging to humanity for dear life as without the fire, it would die? He felt his mind start itching for answers that he would never receive.

“Lo, you’re doing the thing again. Kinda weird dude.” Logan blinks and suddenly he’s back in his room, back with Virgil, and back in that insufferable situation with Roman.

“You alright?”

“Yes, Virgil, I am adequate. Would you retrieve the corset from the wardrobe?” Logan pulls his shirt back on and buttons it up.

“You’re going to dress up?!”

“I’m going to attempt to divert his affections. If it does not work, I will be mildly uncomfortable at worst. If it does, he will leave by tomorrow morning.” The prince watches as his personal guard comes back and starts tying the laces with expert fingers

“Alright, Lo. I trust you.” Logan’s breath is stolen as the corset suddenly tightens around his stomach,” though I fail to see how thinning your waist is going to remedy the problem.”

What if it only made Roman try harder?

Logan’s silent for a moment,” I’m not sure. All I know is that he touched my waist when we were alone and I did not enjoy his burning touch.”

“Logan, he’s human, not a fire elemental.”

“I know, Virgil. It doesn’t make sense for his touch to have been that warm nor for my skin to tingle after I retreated-“

“Ran away.”

“Retreated. It was a tactical retreat.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, Lover Boy. Get out there and annoy that pesky prince,” Virgil chuckles and steps back to allow Logan to move once more.

“I assure you, Virgil, I have no interest-“ the guard interrupts him by shoving him out of the room and locking the door behind them.

“It doesn’t matter if you do or not. He clearly holds something for you and I’m going to make sure his pretty little fingers stay off of my crown prince.”

“Logan, my darling!”

Both males groan inwardly and look at each other at the sound of the foreign prince.

“I have aquired flowers to apologize for my actions in the library. I hope you accept these as a token of my affections and deepest apologies.” Bluebells were lifted above Roman’s head as the prince kneels at Logan’s feet,” I noticed you seem to like blue, so I went to find the bluest flowers I could pick for you!”

“Roman, -Virgil stop growling at him- I accept your apology, however I ask that you give these to maidens in the town as I am mildly allergic to their pollen.” Logan gently pushes down the flowers and watches Roman lift his head, locking eyes with him.

The prince grins and nods eagerly,” of course! I will return to your side as quickly as I can, mi amour!”

Logan nods,” then you are free to go.”

Roman races off with the flowers, practically skipping, and Logan chuckles in light amusement.

“You never told me you were allergic to bluebells.” Virgil looks up at him suspiciously and Logan shrugs.

“I must have developed it rather recently then.”

Virgil laughs and shakes his head,” if you wanted him gone, you could’ve just said so. No need to get his hopes up with this.”

“Now, I never said that I wanted him to leave quite yet. I’m rather starting to enjoy this game of chess he’s started. He’s not entirely bad at it either, quite the opponent.”

“Logan, was that your way of saying you’re interested?” Virgil stifles a chuckle as the prince sputters in indignation.

“Absolutely not! What ever gave you that idea?!”

“Okay, Logan, calm down. I was just teasing! Let’s go see your father, I believe he’s looking for you.”

Logan’s fire calms down and he leads Virgil away to the throne room, his guard jabbing at the metaphorical buttons that he knew Logan would react to. The guards allowed them through the doors and Logan kneels at the King’s feet,” yes, father, what did you need me for?”

“Logan, I can see that this is taking much too long. Tell me, how much do you know about Prince Roman?”

Logan narrows his eyes suspiciously,” not much, admittedly, except that he’s a major flirt.”

‘And a massive thorn in my side’

“Ah, so I was correct. We will need to speed this courting up so I will be hosting a kingdom-wide ball for you two. The nobles and fellow royalty will be attending so you’ll be attending to their children.”

“Must I, father? You know how I hate their ideas of small talk.”

“Yes, Logan, and you will be wearing the suit that the tailor makes. I’m thinking red on white with a black embellishment.” He looks Logan over and holds his hand up to silence his protests,” I’ve been lenient enough with you, this ball is a chance for you to build relations with the other kingdoms despite your current hold over them all. Yes, they currently owe Elmaria a debt from the winter, but that could change with a flip of Fate’s coin. Your best bet is to build strong relations with other countries so you have aid if the kingdom needs it.” No

“I understand, but as you know, I am inadequate when it comes to social situations. I am severely behind the others when it comes to the social aspect of ruling.” Logan stands and brushes himself off.

“That’s why I allowed Roman to court you. For where you are weak, he is strong. He is incredible at social events and loves the spotlight whereas you tend to be more of a background, technical character. The matchup is perfect!”

“Father, he is also quite annoying. He has not left my side since last night and is most likely waiting outside this room for me.”

“So you feel because of him?” The king smirks and Logan quickly corrects himself.

“I never said that. He merely makes it difficult to accomplish my allotted duties and I don’t appreciate it.”

“Alright, whatever you say, son. You’re dismissed.”

Logan bows once more and walks back before leaving the room, the oaken doors closing behind him. The king smiles softly and shakes his head,” that boy…”

Logan sighs softly once the doors shut behind him and looks up at the prince standing there waiting for him,” Roman, I see you’ve returned.”

“I could not keep myself from your side for much longer, my dear. Come, allow me to make up for the loss of time.” He takes Logan’s hand and barely manages to press a kiss to the back of it before it’s ripped from his grasp. Logan holds it behind his back and sighs through his nose,” I suppose we should make it seem like we tolerate each other’s presence. Where would you like to go? We have the gardens, the castle, the forest, plains, and-”

“Mi amour, I only wish to stay by your side.” Roman smiles tenderly at him and Logan rolls his eyes.

”Alright, I get it,” Roman chuckles,” how about we go horseback riding in the forest? Perhaps we will stumble upon an adventure and fall in love along the journey!”

“The likelihood of that occurring is too low to consider, but fine. We will go horseback riding and plan something else for this afternoon.” Logan walks with Roman back to the guest’s suite and bids him farewell for the moment before returning to his chambers.

“How’d it go with princey?”

Logan jumps at the voice behind him before relaxing,” Virgil, why do you insist on scaring me every time I enter this room? Anyway, it went alright. He apologized and insisted we go horseback riding in the forest. You-”

“Will be coming along,” Virgil gives him a look of respected hostility and Logan chuckles a breathy laugh.

“Of course, I would not be able to attend without you at my side.” He stands still as Virgil unties the ribbons and removes his corset to allow Logan to breathe. His servant rushes around to gather his riding clothes as Logan undresses himself and lays out his previous outfit on the bed. Virgil returns to his side and helps dress the prince for his ride in a white tunic, tan riding pants, a blue vest and a generic brown cloak. Logan sits and starts tying his boots as Virgil switches his own outfit out for a dark aesthetic and a black mask that covers his lower face.

“Virgil, I don’t really think this is necessary. You’ll overheat and we’ll have to return early.”

The guard thinks for a moment and takes off his dark coat.

“I assume that’s the best answer I’ll receive. Come, let’s collect Roman.” Logan leads Virgil out the door and down the hall a bit to the guest suites where Roman was waiting for them outside his room with Patton by his side. They exchange cordial greetings and Roman kisses Logan’s hand again before the (barely) taller of the two leads them all to the stables, his answers to Roman’s prodding statements quick and to the point.

“My dear, where are we going?”

“Simply down a path my family enjoys taking when we need a moment to think. It’s nothing special, really. Why do you ask?”

“I was wondering if it was necessary for our servants to come along. I was originally going to have Patton remain behind but asked him to come along when I saw yours coming.” Logan notices his eyes flick nervously to Virgil, who’s listening to Patton, but clearly keeping an eye on the two royals.

“Virgil’s presence is always required when I leave the castle, however Patton’s is not if you wish to allow him to remain behind.”

Roman looks back at the servant and quietly asks what he’d like to do. Virgil and Roman switch places unintentionally and the guard looks up at his charge,” what’s our pathing for this ride?”

“Just a quick trot down the normal path -you should know it well enough by now- and we’ll turn around before we reach the old castle. The first one that the royal family built after staking their claim on the land.”

Virgil nods and is silent for a moment,” you aren’t afraid he’ll find, you know, your place?”

“Virgil, how likely is it that you’re going to allow us anywhere near those old ruins? We’ll be perfectly safe and he won’t see anything of importance. Besides, it's in the tower and he’ll clearly see that it’s unsafe to proceed across the drawbridge.”

“Drawbridge? My love, are we going to see your country’s first castle?!” Roman beams and looks at Logan with hopeful, bright eyes.

“Yes, you know of it?” He looks over at the other in curiosity,” I was not aware others knew of it.”

“Of course I know of it! I studied your country’s history so I could have something to discuss with you if we needed a topic. Besides, it’s such a rich, passionate history, it was more like reading a fairytale! The castle was known as the world’s most impenetrable fortress as every attack was absorbed and returned tenfold by the ballistas and archers hidden behind the trapdoors that protected them from any incoming fire. The moat used to be filled with seawater and your ancestors made a pact with the merpeople that allowed them to swim in the moat to defend against any foot soldiers in exchange for land materials they wouldn’t otherwise be able to access. It’s said that one day the child of the Lightheart family will return and bring forth a power hidden inside its walls so powerful, it can raze an entire country!”

Logan and Virgil share a worried glance before turning their attention back to Roman,” I see you’ve done your research. Yes, we are visiting that very castle, however we will not be able to cross the moat. The drawbridge is raised and it isn’t safe to cross the waters after the merpeople went back to the sea.”

“I see, then we must at least explore the surrounding land! Perhaps there are secret passageways leading to the interior that were never discovered!” Roman tugs Logan along down the hall faster and their servants had to run to keep up.

Logan’s hand went to his circlet to ensure it remained where it was and trips over his own feet trying to keep up with the enthusiastic prince. They slow down once they reach the stables and a stable hand brings the two horses out to the princes while another brings two others for Virgil and Patton. Logan’s was black and had a crescent moon between her eyes while Roman’s was pure white. Virgil’s dapple grey mare nips at Patton’s creme steed. Each rider takes the reins of their mount and swings up into the saddle. Roman practically bouncing in the saddle at the prospect of their destination. Logan ensures everyone is situated before clicking his tongue and riding out the gates with his small group behind him.

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HGW, Day 7: Forbidden Love | Giyuu x F!S/O [NSFW]

NOTE: Hey hey, bbys! Finally, I finished this. Ahhh. I finished HGW! Albeit I was a day late but better late than never, amirite? Ahaha. Hope you guys enjoyed Hurt Giyuu Week as much as I did.

Stay tuned for Infinite Feels Train Week. Lmao.

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Warning: Angst with Happy Ending, Fluff, Smut, Vaginal Sex, Fingering, Creampie, Wall Sex, Mentions of a Breeding Kink, Choking Word Count: 3,456

Once (Y/n) had been stowed within a blanket, with her head firmly attached onto her unconscious body, the three Hashira had set on back to the Ubuyashiki estate to settle things.

They had called for an emergency meeting, which was received and accepted promptly by Oyakata-sama himself; so it stood to reason why Giyuu felt so breathless and weak.

He had knowingly gone against the rules that were ingrained into him from a young age; he knew that he should have been ashamed of himself and what he had done, but he couldn’t find it in him to regret his actions. He felt so breathless and weak not because he was sorry, but because his conscience harped at him so heavily about not feeling guilty.

A trial had been held to judge him for his crimes, but the end judgment had ruled out for the best— with Oyakata-sama’s kind consideration.

Had he not interfered on Giyuu’s behalf, (Y/n) would have been long dead; and Giyuu would have followed with the same fate as well.

But Kagaya had brought up the Water Hashira’s years of service to the Slayer Corps, as well as the fact that (Y/n) had never killed a human being before, so it served to back Giyuu up from his comrades’ harsh verdicts.

The Ubuyashiki patriarch also recounted the story of how (Y/n) was someone extremely important from Giyuu’s childhood, as told to him by the young man himself, which helped curb some of the anger directed towards him for his betrayal.

However, the fact remained that he had still committed treachery and that he needed to face the consequences of his actions.

And so, that was how he had ended up being saddled with more missions. On top of that, his pay was also going to be halved for three months; and (Y/n) was going to stay at the Butterfly estate— inside a shed that was surrounded by wisteria trees— as a prisoner.

It was either that, or be sent to Fujikasane to serve as prey for incoming Slayers. So Giyuu immediately acquiesced to the plan where (Y/n) was a prisoner, as it was better to have her be trapped and alive, rather than be hunted down— or worse, dead.

And so, the days where Giyuu frequently visited the Butterfly Mansion began.

He wasn’t allowed to go anywhere near (Y/n), especially without supervision from another Hashira, as there was no guarantee that Giyuu wouldn’t break her out of her prison if given the opportunity. So he made do with standing atop the estate’s eastern fence to gaze longingly at (Y/n).

Once a week the Water Hashira would take some time out of his busy schedule to check up on her; and he was just thankful that Shinobu granted him some privacy— at the very least— during his visits.

Her aura would hang around the area heavily, and Giyuu would always feel eyes on the back of his head, but not once did anyone try to make him go away.

All for good reason, as (Y/n)’s agitation would grow nonexistent when she could feel his presence; thus putting the entire Butterfly Estate at ease, even if only for an hour.

She knew that she had it easier than most demons, as she was actually left alive, but that didn’t diminish the irritation she felt at being trapped like an animal.

Due to the lack of any human contact, she settled for reading the tomes that Shinobu had been gracious enough to lend her. Most of them were medical books, but she didn’t care; as long as it kept her busy, then she would read them from cover to cover.

Still, reading couldn’t dull out the hunger pangs she felt. She wasn’t really hungry, as she could never feel hunger again, but more like extremely tempted; as the scent of humans permeated her senses over the smell of the wisteria flowers that surrounded her little shed.

Yet she had no choice other than to endure; because becoming a demon— though involuntary— was the card she had been dealt, and she had to wait… just until Giyuu found a cure for her.

She had to be strong, even though her heart yearned for her lover’s touch once more.

***

“I’m willing to compromise, Kochō. Just let me…” Giyuu’s eyebrows knitted together in ill-concealed frustration, before smoothing out when he sighed heavily. “Please let me give this to her. At the very least, let me see her up close.”

Then, in a much quieter tone, the young man added, “Please. I need to see if she’s fine.”

His eyes flitted back down to the blue spider lily in his right hand. The moment he’d seen it while on Mount Yoko— to assess the overall state of the resources on the mountain, as was part of his punishment— his mind had immediately gone back to (Y/n) and how she would adore such a strange colored flower.

So he’d picked it up from the cluster it had been in, and carefully held on to it while on the way to the Butterfly Estate.

Shinobu felt a pang in her chest at that; maybe it was pity, she wasn’t too sure, but she found herself sympathizing with her fellow Hashira. If it were her in Giyuu’s position, she would want to know how her loved one was faring along, as well.

The worst that could happen was that he would break (Y/n) out of her prison. But really, the demoness wouldn’t even be able to make it past the wisteria trees before she perished. Not with all the wisteria-laced traps Shinobu had put in place; which she knew that the Water Hashira knew well about.

The desperation in Giyuu’s eyes were evident; it was the first time that she had ever seen such an expression cross his features. So, even if she was on the fence about it, the Insect Hashira still found herself sighing and nodding her assent.

If it were her in his position, she would have done everything possible to be as close as possible to the one she loved.

“You have until sunrise to spend with her.”

Giyuu was surprised at that answer; not only because he had already begun to formulate a crafty plan to sneak in to (Y/n)’s makeshift prison, but also because never had he thought that someone would understand him to the point of sympathizing with him.

It was a first; especially since it was him and Shinobu that were involved.

Still, he didn’t miss another second after that. He merely nodded at her, before breaking into a sprint for the shed that was tucked away within the estate’s grounds. He easily bypassed all of the traps without setting them off— as he knew that that would only serve to piss his comrade off.

(Y/n) sensed him nearing before she smelled his familiar scent; and her heart immediately thrummed with the overwhelming feeling of elation and fear coursing through her. She had known the stipulations of her confinement, and him coming towards her could have only meant that he was going to break the agreement.

Still, she could do nothing but wait in anticipation for him to open the door.

And when he did, Giyuu was immediately wrapped up in a tight hug. He hadn’t even closed the door fully when she jumped at him.

No words were exchanged between them as he returned her embrace, and pressed his lips against the crown of her head. Then slowly, he began to pepper her hair with the kisses he’d long since wanted to bestow upon her.

His heart felt so full of love for her, that he couldn’t hold back the numerous tears that began to roll down his cheeks. He then held her closer to him, if only to feel if she was actually real, which caused a sob to break free from his lips.

At that, (Y/n) pulled away from him— holding him at arms’ length— and ducked down to see his face, as he had turned to look down at the floor; in order to hide his shameful tears from the woman in front of him.

A sad smile lifted the corners of the young woman’s lips, before she cupped her lover’s cheeks in her hands and pulled him down so that their foreheads were pressed together.

With him she could control the unbridled thirst inside her; and for him she would try to control it— even if it took her lifetimes to do so. Because she knew that, no matter how sweet Giyuu’s promises to her were, they were nothing but pipe dreams.

The only solution she knew to cure her was to kill Muzan himself; which would also kill her, in turn.

Gently, she began to press her lips against his— first in tentative, fluttering touches that left her already breathless with sheer happiness. Then, she took in a deep breath and licked her bottom lip, before tilting her head to the side and fusing their mouths together in a deep kiss.

The action seemed to rouse Giyuu from his tear-laden reaction to seeing her again. He responded to her kisses, moving his mouth pliantly with hers, while his right hand lifted itself up and cradled the back of her head.

His thumb and middle finger squeezed the base of her skull gently— a long-established signal for her to open her mouth for him— which she wholeheartedly complied to.

Giyuu then slipped his tongue into his lover’s mouth; tasting her sweetness after so long. He groaned against her, before moving on to bite her bottom lip.

However, instead of taking things further, he pulled away from her— lightly tugging at her lip along the way— and rose up to his full height.

Tears still stained his cheeks, but his eyes were brighter; much more radiant with the lust and excitement that bubbled up inside him. And that made a gentle smile touch upon (Y/n)’s lips.

His answering smile was faint, but she didn’t mind. She knew the full extent of his happiness, because it mirrored hers. They didn’t need to validate their emotions with words; they just felt it, just like how they felt the storms in themselves quieted down when they were together.

They had a connection that most people could only ever dream of.

“I brought you something,” Giyuu began softly, then held up the blue Spider Lily that had been in his left hand the whole time.

(Y/n) felt something incessantly knocking inside her head; like a memory that she had long suppressed. It was trying to break out of the thought space she had put it into, but she refused to let it free; as that thought space was kept locked tight because they were all somehow related to Muzan.

Gingerly, she accepted the flower and cast a full-blown grin at her lover. “It’s very pretty. It reminds me of your eyes. Thank you.”

The grin served to knock the breath out of the Water Hashira, and he had to struggle with trying to maintain his composure, as he made a conscious effort to not take her in his arms and kiss her senseless.

(Y/n) didn’t make things any easier for him, however, as she got up on her toes and pressed another kiss to his lips in a show of her gratitude. She then sashayed away from him, while he lifted his hands up and wiped the tear tracks off of his cheeks.

Still, his eyes never left her as she moved around the sizeable room with ease. It seemed to have been a guest house before being turned into (Y/n)’s prison, which further eased Giyuu’s worries of her having unsavory living conditions.

She took a chipped cup of tea from inside her bedside drawer, then filled it up with some water from the water basin inside the small bathroom.

When she returned back to the main room, she set the cup down on top of her bedside drawer and set the flower in the water. It kept tipping over, however, so she propped it up against the wall with a quiet huff of irritation.

The chuckle bubbled out from Giyuu’s lips before he knew it, as his expression softened into one of sheer love and admiration for her. And slowly, he closed the distance between them to move her hair to her right shoulder, before lavishing open-mouthed kisses along the soft skin of her neck.

Instead of shying away from her lover’s touch, however, (Y/n) practically melted against him. She rocked back on her heels and pressed her back against his warm, clothed chest.

Giyuu set his hands on either side of her waist, kneading gently before letting the right one snake towards her center. His fingers then pressed against her cunt through the smooth fabric of her yukata, before rubbing her clit in circles. It still amazed her how well Giyuu knew her body, as he could always map out her pleasure zones without much effort.

But that was beside the point at that moment, because a pleasured moan cut through her thoughts. It reverberated off the walls with how quiet their surroundings were, but that only served to make Giyuu’s cock harder in his pants.

His left hand moved to untie her obi— successfully loosening the bindings— only to give up on it when actually unravelling it proved to be a challenge. Out of sheer frustration, he tugged at the ties to loosen them as much as possible, until the front of his lover’s outfit fell open to reveal her naked breasts.

She also wasn’t wearing any underwear, which was highly arousing; but if he didn’t know any better, he would say that she had been anticipating his visit. Her readiness reminded him so much of all the times when she would wait up for him on that mountain, completely bare as she fingered herself to thoughts of him.

He had walked in on her too many times to count, but each and every time was more pleasurable than the last; as they would try out new positions and kinks that Giyuu picked up during his travels.

His favorite was cockwarming, but he was too impatient for it at that moment. He just wanted to savor the taste and feel of her body while he could. Besides, he didn’t have enough time to fill her up with his cum until she got pregnant from it— if that was even possible— as much as he wanted to.

But he wanted to breed her, bad.

He continued lavishing her neck with kisses and love bites, even though the bruises disappeared the moment his lips unlatched themselves from her skin. It still made Giyuu so hot to see that, even for a moment, he could mark her as his; in a way that he couldn’t when they had been apart.

“I’m already so wet, Giyuu. Please,” (Y/n) mewled through needy pants, only to cry out when he slipped his hand beneath the slit of her yukata and ran the tip of his index finger along her wet slit. He then flicked her clit repeatedly, which made her knees shake with so much pleasure that her hands flew to both of his arms to hold on to something.

“Not yet. Not until you cum,” The Hashira whispered against her neck, before biting down on the supple skin and leaving a bright red set of teeth marks— which faded away after a few seconds.

The young demoness gripped tighter onto her lover’s arms, trying to find purchase as he delved his fingers further into her cunt and slipped two fingers inside of her.

Giyuu scissored his digits inside (Y/n)’s tight walls, trying to loosen her up for his cock, as it had been quite some time since they’d last had sex. Demon or not, he didn’t want to cause her any pain.

When he began moving his hand, however, she had to bite down on her bottom lip to keep from letting everyone within the Butterfly Estate know just how amazing Giyuu’s fingers felt inside her. As it was, she already knew that Shinobu knew what they were up to; but she really couldn’t care less.

While he was pumping his fingers inside her, Giyuu moved his left hand up to encircle (Y/n)’s neck. He moved his lips up to her ear, just resting there and nibbling on the shell of it every so often; while his hand squeezed her neck gently until her breath hitched in her throat.

Her pulse thrummed so frantically beneath his fingers, that he couldn’t help but get lost at the pleasurable thought that he could still make her heart race like he did at that moment.

“I want you to cum around my fingers, before I let you cum around my cock,” He stated quietly, before increasing the pace of his hand’s thrusts.

(Y/n) was reduced to nothing more than a moaning and quivering mess as her orgasm rocked through her. Her knees felt so shaky that she was afraid of accidentally falling, but she was also confident in the fact that Giyuu wouldn’t let that happen; so she surrendered herself to him.

Giyuu smirked at that. “Good girl.”

He then loosened his old upon her neck, and pulled his fingers out of her— only to bring the digits up to his mouth and suck them clean— before making her bend over with her hands against the wall in front of her.

The Hashira made quick work of his belt and pants; unfastening and unzipping, before tossing his sword onto the bed right next to them. And when he pulled his cock out, the groan that left his lips was so pained and needy that it made (Y/n) even wetter.

She could only wait in anticipation, as her lover bunched the hem of her yukata up to her waist, before lining himself up to her sopping entrance.

As much as he wanted to bury himself to the hilt in one thrust, Giyuu took his time and gently eased his cock inside (Y/n). He thrusted lightly to help take some of his edge off, and moaned so deliciously when he managed to bury his dick all the way to the hilt.

His first few thrusts after that were slow and gentle; trying to establish a good rhythm. And when he did manage to find a good pace and angle to thrust, he gripped her hips tightly to keep her from getting lifted off the ground with how rough he was being.

Still, despite his effort to keep her grounded, her feet still bounced off the floor with every other thrust. She had also resorted to bowing her head and biting her tongue to keep from screaming out in pleasure, because sex with Giyuu felt so amazing; like it always did.

“I want you to fill me up with your warm cum, Giyuu. Please, I need it,” The young woman pleaded breathlessly, then resumed biting down on her tongue when the Hashira’s thrusts grew more frenzied to the point of being borderline sloppy.

But she didn’t care about his technique; not when her legs were shaking with the pleasure that another imminent orgasm entailed.

Giyuu felt (Y/n)’s walls begin to pulse around him, which had him trying to chase his own orgasm quicker. His grip on her waist tightened even more, as he reveled in the feeling of his own peak starting to draw nearer.

And when it came crashing down upon him, his hips snapped jerkily, as he tried to push his cock as deep into (Y/n) as it could go. He knew that the chances of her getting pregnant were little to none, but his libido flared up even more at the thought of having her carry his child.

Thick ropes of his cum shot out of him in spurts, filling (Y/n) to the brim and triggering her own release.

She felt her pussy clench down on Giyuu’s cock, as her lower abdomen clenched tightly at her orgasm. Pleasure flooded her senses once more, which caused the tight reign she had on her concealed thought space to loosen enough for a memory to play through the momentary lapse in her control.

Completely breathless and spent, she leaned most of her weight onto her hands— which were still flush against the wall— before casting a glance at the blue spider lily that had fallen out of the makeshift vase that she had put it in.

She wasn’t sure about it, but she felt like she had the cure to her demonism.

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