#he was a darling. he was cream coloured with black ears

[szappan]

when i was about ten my hamster selymi was dying of either illness or old age or both and my mum gave me the task of transporting him into the bucket we'd take him to the vet in and i stared at him for long and dear minutes as he was breathing shallowly but otherwise unmoving on his side that was nearly devoid of all fur now on his bedding outside of his little house and i remember not wanting to touch him and i dont even remember why now because as i was looking at him in that moment even if death had nine good fingers on him he was my hamster and i could be and had to be more tender than ever before and this is why i can put any spider among the nearest available foliage today i think

[fluffylino]

Strawberry Cow ! Chan 🌸🍓🌸

he's not just any kind of hybrid...he's the first ever 'male' cow you've ever met. chan's a sweetheart, even more so when he's milked...

(i was suppozed to write this a year ago and finally here it is, enjoy lovelies <333)

reblogging > liking

part two

-contains mildly suggestive themes

Hybrids were pretty much accepted into this world of ours. they were treated like humans, with respect (most of the time) and accepted into society quite easily.

And somehow you found yourself accidently conversing with one particular male hybrid.

he was handsome.

so incredibly beautiful, it made you question if he was even real.

two horns on either side of his head and a pair of fluffy white ears twitched beneath them. it wasn't a white that hits the eye, it was a white that looked like freshly whipped cream. with soft fur that was slightly longer than usual.

you weren't quite sure what species he was. it was difficult to make out and honestly nervewracking to ask a hybrid that kind of question.

it was almost the same as asking a human if they were a person of colour, as if they were of ethnic descent.

he could be a gazelle? maybe a buck?

but his horns weren't so sleek and thin. they were neither black in colour.

instead his thicker horns were a complete contrast to his dark hair.

a bull, maybe? or did he dye his hair?

you were about to lose your mind.

"I'm actually a cow hybrid..." he let out so quietly, with a nervous smile. Damn, he was too beautiful for his own good.

"I've never seen a cow hybrid" you mutter without much thought.

instantly regretting your statement upon seeing his awkward stance.

"no no i meant i've never seen a cow hybrid as handsome as you" waving your hands dramatically to clear the tense air.

"as...handsome as..me?" he mumbles and you were sure your heart stopped beating.

"oh god it was wrong of me to assume what you are and how you'd prefer to be addressed-"

your voice dying down as you hear him laugh.

its such a soft laugh, it goes straight to your heart. neither mocking nor a loud one. soothing to the ears.

"i'm sorry if i'm so shaky...its been a long time since anyone has ever..complimented me..."

you sighed in relief, letting a smile creep up on your face. his cheeks dusted with a light shade of pink and you knew you looked as shy as him.

The small coffee joint was beginning to crowd and it seemed that neither of y'all liked crowded spaces.

the cow hybrid slowly stood up, straightening his posture and your eyes widened.

he was well built, a good height compared to yours and his muscles were defined enough to leave an imprint on the shirt he was wearing. loosely buttoned up and hanging low on his collar. Black really was his colour...

you mentioned his build, complimenting him to the point his ears were redder than ever. shy little giggles escaping his plush lips. gosh...

his lips made you want to kiss him senseless.

"could we..uhm...be friends or uh more...i mean-" he mumbles, stuttering so sweetly.

"of course, darling. but you never quite told me your name?" you coo.

"I'm chan or...you can..call me chris"

he smiled continously as you told him your name and how you come by here often.

his ear twitching excitedly when the two of y'all share phone numbers. promising to keep in touch in the days to come.

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Chan was a lot different from your first meeting. considering the fact that nearly a month or more than a month had passed.

you happened to find out how much a hybrid like him had to go through. to you, he was an ordinary cow hybrid. but chan explained how the term 'ordinary' never existed in his vocabulary.

of course you knew he was a male but what did not strike you was the fact that he shouldve been called a bull.

Instead he was classified under cow, making him a proper cow hybrid.

Taking into consideration that he was also a male, made it difficult for him to lead his life as usual. bodily changes and phenomenon occurring during certain periods made the poor hybrid's life tougher.

Cases like him were rare, not exactly non existent.

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His room was unimaginably aesthetic. changing colours that faded to pink and purple, sometimes gold.

one thing you realised was his love for the colour black. laughing when he opens his cupboard. it was a black hole in there with numerous clothes lined up.

making yourself comfortable on his bed, you noticed how on-edge he was. his behaviour much different, extra shy as he sheepishly sat beside you. your backs resting against the wooden headboard.

"why'd you call me here, channie?" you asked, smiling at the way his thin sleek tail swished around.

his eyes gaze at you with such pureness, you blurt out another statement.

"I mean, i'd spend my entire day or even week with you if you wanted! but i just got a bit worried because you called me here oit of the blue, baby"

reassuring him while patting his knee lovingly.

"I..I wanted to come c-clear about myself"

you nodded, urging him to go on. he pauses, looking at you for a few seconds. theres this nervousness in his energy and you scooch closer to him.

"I lactate...almost every four days, sometimes every two days depending on tge weather..." gazing at you sweetly.

"yes, im aware channie"

"you know about-" his eyes widen, surprise in his tone.

"of course I do, did you really think I wouldn't find ways to help you after you told me how hard your day to day life is"

you joked lightly.

"if i don't...milk myself every now and then, I feel full. like heavy.."

you squeeze his hand fondly, interlocking your fingers.

"do you do it manually? or do you use some kind of device?"

from his expression and body language, you could see him grow comfortable.

"manually...pumps are quite the price"

you gasp, wondering if you pried a little too deep. chan takes it as you being weirded out but you stop him before he starts overthinking.

"no no no sweerheart, i was just surprised that you did it manually for so many years"

"i've tried a pump once or twice...but i don't like the feeling...it made me feel like an object..." he pauses, cheeks turning pink as ever before he continues.

"whenever i...uhm my chest swells and gets really sensitive..."

well that was new info to you.

"like mine?" you let out, laughing as his ears twitch and he blinks furiously.

"w-what do you mean-"

"I meant like does your chest get to like my size? i'm pretty average but does yours get bigger?"

the strawberry cow hybrid blushed.

"it depends! on m-my mood and..uhm everything"

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🍬

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"Chris?! what's wrong?"

worry filling your mind. the hybrid looked distressed and out of his senses. sweating profusely.

"its n-nothing, I don't feel so good" he tried to reassure although it wasn't quite reassuring to you.

his fluffy ears were lopsided and his tail swished around desperately

you cupped his face gently. his reaction waw everything. nuzzling into your palm. it was obvious. it was happening.

"channie. baby look at me"

you urged, making him focus on you. and only you.

"do you want me to help you?"

"help...help with milking me? p-please?" his tone gentle and he uttered a small plea.

"just place your hand h-here and massage slowly"

his bigger hand held onto yours as he pressed your palm flat on his chest. he was right. his chest was swell and warmer than ever.

"do you mind, baby.."

obediently he held his shirt between his teeth. gnawing on the material. you let your hand run over his toned abdomen. feeling up his tense muscles.

"y-you're so fit, channie" he grunted softly.

his milk running down your fingers slowly. with every massage, more seeped out of his pretty nubs.

unconciously you stuck your tongue out, licking up the droplets that rolled down the expanse of his chest.

"ah don't let it g-go to waste p-please please"

begging you to drink more. his hands squeezing yours. whining so sweetly as you sucked his pumped up chest. his breathing quick and shaky.

god, you wanted to corrupt him...

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fuck...part 2?

should i?!

this concept to me, is so hot!!!!!

i wrote a part two-

[jiminiecrickets]

How about a drabble (seven days a week) where jk thinks oc is cheating on him but it is a misunderstanding?

sfw.

jungkook is going fucking insane.

who's he? who's she? why are you looking at your phone during movie time? whose blond fucking hair is on your jacket?

after bottling it up for almost three weeks, he thinks he can handle it. you'll tell him why you're so distracted, why you're rescheduling date night so often. he'd paced a hole into his bedroom floor and unnerved jimin so badly he had to leave and find comfort in hoseok, who popped his head in later to ask him softly if he needed a drink of water or someone to talk to.

no, he'd said, all scoffs and waving hands. that's ridiculous, why would he need someone to talk to? there was nothing to talk about!

then he goes over to yours – without letting you know – and finds more pale blond hairs on the black suit jacket thrown carelessly on the edge of the couch. he hears you scuffling about in the bedroom.

"no, baby. that's my boyfriend's. don't touch that."

you chuckle softly, and jungkook inches closer. his heart pounds. "come back to the bed. right here." you pat your thighs.

he squeezes his eyes shut and exhales shakily. abruptly, he rounds the corner. "what the fuck, hyung!"

"shit!" you startle, head whipping in jungkook's direction. on your lap, a small round furball yaps and one paw slips off your lap, nearly sending it tumbling down. you catch it in your arms and pull it to your chest.

a dog. a fluffy, cream-coloured puppy.

"a-ah – hey, baby! you didn't message me, did you? crap, did i miss it?" you pat your pockets. your phone's in the kitchen. "i can explain... wait, kook – baby, why're you crying? what's wrong?"

you wrap him in your arms and he melts into your tight embrace, hot tears gathering along his lashes and streaming down his cheeks. he squeezes you, palms flat against your back, and lets out a tiny sob.

"it's okay, baby. it's okay. whatever it is, we can get through it, alright? you're okay. you can tell me."

"n-no," he hiccups, balling your shirt in his fists. "it's stupid."

"are you hearing yourself? your feelings are never stupid. c'mon – spit it out, yeah?"

he covers his face and lets out a particularly embarrassed wail, half-sobbed with a flood of relief. "i thought you were cheating on me!"

"you thought i was – wait – darling, why?" you realise something. "oh, shit, it was because of date night, right? i'm so sorry. i had to go to the shelter to adopt her because they were running out of space and she would've been sent somewhere else or put down if they couldn't find a home."

"i-it's a girl?" he sniffles, rubbing his eyes.

you smile softly and hold him tight, stroking his hair. "yeah. her name's missy, but if you want, we can train her to another name."

he shakes his head into your shoulder, burying his fingers in your skin. "missy... is it short for anything? is she a little lady?"

"whatever you want. i haven't registered her with the council yet because she's not quite three months."

"missile launcher."

you pause.

you blink.

"jungkook?"

"hm?" he gazes up at you, and you wipe the remnants of his tears with the pad of your thumb.

"you want to name our dog... missile launcher?"

"well, i was also thinking jav, since it's got harder sounds and might be easier for her to recognise, but i like missy. it's cuter."

"jav... as in javelin?" you say, deadpan. "the javelin rocket launcher?"

"mhm!"

"i think we should stick with just missile launcher."

"okay," he says happily, and bobs down to the little puppy's height. she'd been hanging around your ankles for some time, staring up at him with a wagging tail and round dark eyes. he offers a hand for her to sniff and giggles when she nudges her forehead under his palm, demanding pets.

you take a seat on the floor of your bedroom as jungkook interacts with the tiny floppy-eared sweetheart, watching with warmth in your chest. jungkook beams as she clambers into his lap and over his knees, using him like a playground.

"while this turn of events makes me very, very pleased, i'm still a little upset you didn't tell me earlier," he says, scratching the puppy behind the ears. "promise me you'll tell me if you adopt any more dogs?"

"i promise."

"pinky promise?" he leans over and lifts his pinky. you smile and lean in, hooking your pinky around his and shaking solemnly on it.

"pinky promise."

[adallegra]

At breakfast, you notice Vetiti at the Hufflepuff table, staring intently at Sebastian and his Niffler while sliding a long piece of butter into his mouth. The churned cream leaving the corners of his mouth all greasy.

Her morning post had just been delivered. Allegra’s hand tightened around her cup of tea, which she had recently and uncharacteristically taken to drinking black. She stared at the slim piece of parchment, jaw set hard before she took one calming breath and set the note alight.

Despite watching the edges of the parchment coil and blacken into ashes, the anger that had swelled did not subside. It was as if he was right there — her father’s ever-disinterested voice in her ear as he requested her presence at the British Confederation of Wizards’ Gala. A summons, more like.

Do not disappoint me. As if any of the gathered officials would give a flying fu-fairy her opinion on the import of Catoblepas and how it may or may not aid wizardkind in dairy farming.

Speaking of which — Allegra’s eyes raised automatically to the Hufflepuff table and she immediately recoiled; all previous thoughts dissipated. Mouth puckered around what appeared to be a stick of butter, the nifflerphile was ogling in her general direction. With an expression of utmost revulsion, she followed his gaze, and by gods — several yards down the table and opposite her, Nosy was nuzzled into Sallow’s neck, a dozing, teal-coloured pillow as he cocooned himself on the wizard’s shoulder whilst his companion was occupied with that morning’s Prophet.

The anger returned sevenfold, and Allegra’s lips curled derisively.

There had been whispers in the corridors that the Italian fiend had been educating their fellow schoolmates on niffler-milking etiquette — if there was such a thing. And if even William’s ears still perked every time cheese was mentioned, it was only a matter of time before this heretical obsession spread like wildfire and cemented itself into a commercial demand.

At that moment, Vetiti’s attention flickered over to her, and his face broke out into a slimy grin when the buttery wedge left his lips. Allegra was thankful then that the Slytherin table was mostly vacant, the younger years having already gone to class. She took a half second more to decide her course, plastered a deliberately equable smile onto her face, and beckoned the Italian scoundrel over. His reaction was instantaneous. The solid mass of dairy was quickly tossed aside as Vetiti scrambled eagerly from his seat and jogged across the Great Hall.

Keeping her eyes on the Hufflepuff, Allegra lifted an arched brow and jerked her head unmistakably in Sallow’s direction. Paired with a falsely encouraging smile, it had the intended effect. Vetiti’s features visibly burst with anticipation, and he near-dashed for the bench opposite Allegra, eyes glossy with expectant need.

Before Vetiti could ciao bella her, Allegra had cut him off. “Vincent, was it?”

Without waiting for an answer, she continued, her voice dulcet yet carried with it an underlying chill. “You know, I don’t care for much in my life. In fact,” the witch idly twirled her wand, “I can count on one hand those that I care about.”

“That darling little niffler over there?” Allegra tilted her head sideways again, a sickly sweet smile sliding onto her lips. “At the top of the list.”

As she lazily conjured a napkin, a razor-edged iciness crept into her voice. “If you have less than salubrious intentions with him, however innocent you may think they are,” she languidly leant over the table, taking her time to tenderly dab at the grease on the corners of Vetiti’s mouth.

“Well,” Allegra gave the napkin an evaluating glance and let it fall onto Vetiti’s lap before settling back into her seat. “It’s well-known how much you Italians want for la dolce vita — that easy, sweet, sweet life.” Almost absentmindedly, she brushed the ashes of the incinerated note from earlier off the table, “I’d hate to have to ruin that for you.”

Her lashes swept upward as her gaze lifted to meet the Hufflepuff before she flashed him a disarming smile. “Capisce, bello?”

[dearcraziness]

Chapter 79.

The next day, the imps took turns having a shower, after they were applying a nourishing cream to each other's faces and hands; the young man also applied ointment to the girl's legs and the tip of her tail. Brushing her hair, he mused aloud, "After our wedding, I will be able to wash your hair, raspberry... It must take you a long time to wash the shampoo off your long luxurious curls..."

"To tell the truth, I'm already used to it, and it's not difficult for me at all... I suppose in the future we'd like to try another thing in the bathtub..."

The devils blushed, Bendy's embarrassment was especially noticeable. He looked down, again shifting his gaze to Lara, and answered, "I suppose we'll try a variety of ways to please each other... In any case, we always enjoy each other's company, even if the events around us are sometimes far from wonderful..."

"That's right... By the way, I was going to suggest... More precisely, to know if..."

"Yes, vanilla?... I'm all ears..."

"It may sound shocking..."

"And let what you say stun me, you can always express your intentions... I'm very curious about your train of thought..."

"Okay... I know we've already taken a shower, but it would be great if we... Had a bath together..."

The young man's face was completely covered with scarlet paint, from surprise he began to hurriedly pronounce staccato incoherent sentences, "Oh, well, if... That is, you... You're not... You don't mind, do you?... I just... Not ready...

The demoness was calmly looking at her beloved without interrupting his exclamations... Finally, the excited reaction began to subside, the wizard asked, "Laurie, what exactly did you mean?..."

"I forgot to add - we won't be naked, of course..."

"Oh, of course, dear... Would you like to see rose petals in the water?..."

"And add bubble bath..."

"By all means, we'll arrange another relaxing romantic day..."

Soon the water was heated to a fairly warm state; petals of buds were floating on the surface; soap bubbles were flying over the ceiling, giving the aroma of fresh strawberries and bananas. Bendy brought a bathrobe for Lara, towels for both, and invited his beloved. The wizards felt the soothing surface of the water with their feet; the demon took the girl in his arms and gently sat down with her, putting her on his lap. Straightening her long hair, he inhaled their dizzyingly attractive scent, carefully hugging the imp. They began to leave kisses on each other's faces; after a couple of minutes their lips met, they merged in a penetrating, hot kiss...

Suddenly the demoness felt through her clothes as if the reproductive organ of the young man had touched her back end. Bendy tried to fix the situation, but he failed to lower the sensitive area to its former place.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry..." he spoke quickly, covered with a crimson blush. "Sometimes I can't completely control my body; you awaken the most ardent desires in me, sweetheart..."

"It's all right, darling... You don't need to hide your feelings from me..."

"Believe me, starlight, I'm always honest with you, I'm just worried if some of my actions will cause discomfort... Tell me, how do you feel from such an intimate touch?..."

"Unusual, but quite pleasant..." the girl said softly.

"I really like it too... It's awkward and wonderful at the same time..."

After a short conversation, the devils kissed each other on the lips and listened with pleasure to the beating of their hearts, pounding almost in unison...

Bendy didn't take his eyes off his precious, who closed her eyes of a deep black colour and leaned on the trunk of her beloved. Her elbows rested on top of the demon's powerful arms on the opposite smooth edges of the bathroom; with additional hands, the imp gently hugged the girl, sometimes stroking her hair and kissing her head.

The cornflower-blue evening crept imperceptibly to the brick-tinted windows; the branches of firs and aspens near the terrace were queitly rustling in the wind, filling the space of peaceful silence. At dinner, the devils again found reasons for a long conversation and were talking about a wide variety of topics until the night.

"Larry, do you mind staying in the forest house for a couple more days?..."

"Of course, and until the end of the week..."

"Whatever you say... Today was so splendid, every day with you is fantastic, sugar... Moreover, we tried a new way to give each other a pleasant sensation... Hope I didn't get into your personal space more than you allowed..."

"Not at all, my sweet... Besides, we haven't moved on to closer contact, so there's nothing to worry about..."

"You know, love, without your consent, I won't move on to a new level of our relationship... I think we're both not ready yet - our wedding will mean a serious step on another stage of our personal life... However, it's not necessary to hurry at all, you and I have a whole eternity ahead of us, berry..."

"That's right, we shouldn't rush into our engagement for a couple of years..."

"And then it will be time to implement our plans to start a family... I'm sure we'll become great parents... I want to raise our children with you, or one child so much... However, even if we are not married yet, our bonds are strong and unshakable; you know me better than others, I trust you with my secret thoughts, you are the only precious creature to me..."

"I have mutual feelings, Bendy... No one else understands my inner world, my hidden experiences as well as you..."

"I like to study your style of behaviour, your details in character traits... Every year I get to know you better and more deeply comprehend the magic of your personality... I admire you more and more, you never cease to impress me, dear..."

The devils fell asleep only a couple of hours after midnight. With dawn, the sunlight welcomed incredible adventures and amazing discoveries. After a delicious breakfast, the wizards picked leisure to their liking, performing creative ideas together. In private, they were sharing their innermost emotions, experiences, hopes, dreams, assumptions, suggestions. This has happened from year to year - it will continue to happen even after the end of time...

[dribs-and-drabbles]

#BADBUDDYREWATCH

Ep 10

Pran, the most awkward gay to ever be awkward.

Ming, seriously, your face is gonna feel my fists... No 'how are you', 'I'm glad you're safe, son'...no...he's all 'what's Pran doing here?'. smh so hard it's giving me whiplash.

The California shirt!

God this ep...settling us into a false sense of security that Ming might actually turn out to be good and nice and accepting of Pat and Pran...but ha! sike! no!

I mean, it's in the conversation - with how Ming apologises and Pat tells Pran he's never seen his dad act like this - but also the clothes - Pat in red and blue, Ming in red and black, and Pran in red and a black, grey, and white/cream t-shirt. Harmonious colour co-ordination...

Nong Nao!!

I wonder if Pat purposely thought to wear red to meet Pran because he wanted to blend in and not be recognised as from 'enemy territory' 😄

Sneaky fucking Pran. Look at the SMUGNESS on his face.

In hindsight, you can absolutely see that Joke is a) joking (playing along on behalf of Pran) and b) Pran's peer mentor - his buttoned up white shirt indicating he's more of a 'straight-laced' person and suggesting Pran emulates him in his own wardrobe choices.

God Pran is SO HAPPY and it's not because their love for each other is being revealed so loudly but rather it's because he's GIFTING this moment to Pat, allowing Pat the one thing he's wanted all along - for everyone to know he's taken - and that makes Pran SO DAMN HAPPY. And I love that Pat basically asks Pran 'are you sure this is what you want?' and Pran basically answers 'absolutely, do your worst (best)'...and he does.

And again with the product placement - they used in a way that supports the relationship development of Wai and Korn. Who else is doing it like this?!

Honestly, we were ROBBED of both friends groups together. I'm Sad™.

I love Chai 'I think one day things will get better'. The look on his face when Pat told him he and Pran were dating 😄

Like brother, like sister. I love the two scenes we have of Pa and Pat in their dorm on their beds chatting - both ending with one running away towards their crush! The parallels!

Do you think the little look Ink gives Pa at 2:25 in part 2 is her acknowledging that she knows what Pa is up to with trying to figure out if she's being hit on? Also, at 6:31 Ink does the little hair tuck behind her ear with the same tone of voice for "I wonder who that could be" as when she told Pat she knew he was hitting on her in ep 5. SHE KNOWS.

I wonder if this is the first time Pat has gone further into Pran's house than his bedroom...or if they sneak around when Pran's parents aren't there. I mean, he knew which room to go to...and he wasn't that afraid of being caught somewhere he shouldn't have been...

I love the reminiscing at the school, that they're now making happy memories there too. Their reputation isn't as the infamous rivals but as 'faens', Pran gets to sing their song on that stage and hear that Pat ran after him with his guitar, Pat learns that Pran always looked at him...they're rewriting their past for a better future.

Like brother, like sister #2 - Pat 'I'm hot' Jindapat and Pa 'I'm hot' Jindapat.

And then like brother, like sister part 3 - Pat and Pa immediately confessing to their crushes the moment they realise they like them.

But that darkroom scene is so special. And I just love how Ink's sweater was both their colours - Pa's limey green in normal light and then Ink's burnt orange in the red light of the darkroom.

AHHHHHHH the hotpot date!!! (but I have trauma memories from those shirts 😭)

THEY'RE SO HAPPY WHHHHHY DID MING HAVE TO BE THERE?!

*takes a deep breath* okay, time for part 4...

aklgaldjgladkglkjdlfkgjladkg 😭😭😭

How DARE Ming push our darling Pran like that?!!

Fierce eyes Pat is back.

I just adore the shot of Pat walking away from Pran...adore as in it wrenches my heart out of chest, stomps on it, and then hands it back like it's a favour to me.

And I love the symbolism of the spilled bag - the worst that Pran could imagine has happened now, the secret is out, and the world hasn't ended but rather life continues, all he can do is put the food back in the bag, pick it up and walk forwards to the inevitable confrontation with the families. It's so mundane but so heavy - like the bag he carries instead of placing in the shopping trolley.

The intensity of the scene with Pran and his mum...I can't believe it was one of the first scenes they filmed for the series 🔥

The look in Pat's eyes after Dissaya leaves just about breaks me.

No, wait, it's when Pran hugs Pat on the rooftop with the swell of the music that does it 😭😭😭

I have no words. Just incredible.

[ladyfurbton]

Sorry I haven't done comics for a while I have been busy lately.

Image Descriptions:

1: Gothnita the black handmade plush furby has blue ears, hair and faceplate. She has googley eyes and black eye lashes. She is wearing a black shirt with a white skull on it and zebra printed pants. She also has a wedding ring on her left foot. Gothby is a small plush handmade furby. He has hair on his head that is made of thick dark purple wool. His ears are dark purple with a black diamond on the middle of each of them that is touching his head. There are three black stripes coming our from each diamond on each ear. Gothby has blacklish grey fur with a purple stripey square on his belly. His face plate and beak are both purple and his eyes are googley eyes. There are three black diamonds on each side of his face plate arranged in a triangle shape. Gothby has two purple feet with three toes on each foot. He has a black diamond on the end of each toe. Gothby wears a golden wedding ring on his left foot. Gothby and Gothnita are walking side by side on some grass. Their pet blue worm on the string is infront of them. Gothby says "What a beautiful day it is to walk the worm?" Gothnita says "yes it is sweetie"

2: Dee-boo junior is a furbling with light blue ears and  feet. Her face plate is yellow. Dee-boo junior has yellow eyelids and her fur is hot pink with white polkadots. She has a yellow tail on her bottom with some light blue fluff at the end of it. She is wearing cream coloured ribbons on her ears. Dee-boo Jr is sitting on the grass and she's crying. Gothby is facing her while Gothnita is tending to their worm. Gothby says "awww what's wrong sweetie?" Dee-boo Jr says "I have lost my mummy."

3: Same as Image 2 but the furbys are saying different things. Gothby says "Awwww we will find her don't worry."

4: Dee-boo is a furby boom with light blue ears and feet. Her face plate is yellow. Dee-boo  has blue eyelids and her fur is hot pink with white polkadots. She has a yellow tail on her bottom with some light blue fluff at the end of it. Dee-boo is standing next to Dee-boo Jr and Gothby, Gothnita and the worm are with them. Gothby says "here she is!" Dee-boo Jr says "mummy!" Dee-boo says "Oh darling there you are!"

5: Same as image 1 except the furbys are saying different things. Gothnita says "Wow Gothby you're great with kids! You will make a great father one day." Gothby says "thankyou sweetie."

[crybabytoy59]

The ultimate backwards way forward….

1. The day had finally come all the hours, days, weeks, months and years even.....That had lead to this one intrepid moment. Tonight He (Mark) stood before Her “Chrissy”....Shaking whilst doing as instructed, he was to put his Big clothes into the black bags in front her. She would decide what if any we’re to be kept. All things related to his Big life went in…

 Next She sat him down in only a cartoon disposable & a onesie ! He sat & listened as she reinforced her Will as the midnight deadline approached !... 

 She spoke very gently, a deep love of genuinely wishing to take him to his “little place”,  Yes his Big had pushed back and fought at times but this was IT her words would be final !  No turning back whatsoever no wriggling out. A new life lay ahead as Chrissy delicately spoke….

2. “Now sweet-pea  all your big things are away and in fifteenth minutes you will be My Bunny, my BabyBoy & I your Mommy I will treat you as a baby always & this you will come to accept through Mommy’s intense retraining of you to become that infant baby again we will take you back mentally & physically to a small child, Mommy’s cute toddler In nappies 24/7 ….

This will not be easy at first but please trust Mommy, she is going to help you mentally to be the baby that hangs on to every one of Mommy’s kind nurturing words….. So Bunny are you ready hmmm, Are you ready my darling baby boy? 

3. Mark took a huge breath but still the words came out at a tremor…..“Yyes am rready Mommy, I realise my fears will at times test you for that I am truly sorry… but I do wish for this deep inside, so any fears I have, I gladly hand them to your care & compassion, to regress and nurture me into who & what we Both wish for…So yes Mommy your “Baby boy” wants this with all his heart.... Mommy hugged him tightly, anticipating the clock in the nursery awaiting for it to strike Midnight !! ...

4. The nursery was a work of art they had both built together a room where Baby Mark was dwarfed by the furniture within the nursery ! .......As the big hand met the little hand of midnight…Mommy began to speak almost in a whisper…“Baby? give Mommy her “Gift” of your submission.”

5. She smiled warmly watching the mirror as her baby began wetting the cartoon disposable, she could see it changing colour through the soft white plastic pants, she stroked his hair soothingly as the nappy began to swell outwards…“Clever Baby All done Sweet-pea?” (he nodded into her soft shoulder welling up slightly in the knowledge that this was his “Gift”, his submission to her, the first act of remaining in nappies 24/7 at Mommy’s will)

The very smell of her soft flesh had always made him feel a Deep want of regression ! But tonight she smelt Devine. Chrissy had taken a shower before this chat, washing her hair with Johnston’s Baby shampoo,  she then oiled  her whole body with baby oil! Knowing the effect it would have on Mark, pushing him over the sensory edge....After all the Hot pulsing between her legs drove her want of complete control over him! …“Clever Boy let’s get you changed & down for the night in your onesie and blue booties, then I'll read you a nice little story”….

6. As he waddled slowly forward, suddenly Mommy barked “And what do you think you are doing Mr? ” ...He was puzzled by this remark & Mommy’s new stern tone? Mommy simply smiled saying “Are you a big toddler yet Crinkle Butt? No, you are not ! All fours baby... Now! As what did Mommy say to you about obedience? (He got down on all fours, as she wished, knowing soon he would have the blue crawling booties on with the nasty studs that made walking near impossible anyway! ) 

That and the ankle cuffs with the tiny locks would make removing them a futile task!)… As he crawled Mommy patted baby’s botty “Much better see you can be a clever Bunny for Mommy! ” Baby jolted forwards as Mommy spanked him full force ! “Pardon Baby? ”...  Yethss mommy ! ...

 “Much better think we just earned our first “redstar” baby Yes?” …. “Wess mommy sworry…” “Clever Baby you can put it on the naughty behaviour chart after Mommy changes that soggy bott bott of your’s ehy? Up on the changing table then Mr, let’s get that wet  nappy off & your special night time dipee on!”

7. As baby got up on the table he could feel the soggy thin cartoon nappy sagging! ... Complete humiliation overcoming him at his new lot in life, a true baby boy status started to hit home. God how he loved this girl so much, knowing he would now no longer be able to touch her in a Big way he felt that new part of the Humiliation was ever looming and yet to come pressing closer. Mommy was very clever, astute and thorough, she would have a lot in store for her new charge.…Mommy tugged the plastic pants down “Someone has a soggy bumbum! look at this wet nappy Mr! (He couldn’t miss it in full view from the mirrored ceiling over the changing station ! This had been Chrissy’s idea as she loved the Humiliation element that it brought! )…“Aaawww don’t fret your going to be doing this all the time now Crinkle Butt!...As Mommy is going to make sure you become such a dribbling dependant little boy”….she chuckled lightly...There seemed to be a glint in her eyes too. 

8. The clean up was very intense & had baby stirring underneath her! She reapplied the thick white cream paying just enough attention to all the right spots then she delicately but quickly slid the night time pluggie in. This was Very large & could be adjusted to vibrate with a very intense level if was required… baby gasped as Mommy pushed it all the way home! As Baby moved she chuckled lightly and playfully spanked the huge night time nappy to a dull thud once she was done! “Mommy's little drum.” she cooed. “ All that padding is going to make sure you will stay safe till morning Sweet-pea… “Now come to Mommy”. He instinctively crawled towards her open lap, she guided him to rest his head in her arms and his back against her leg. 

Mommy stretched across to her right side, reaching for the giant glass night time bottle, full with the formula she had earlier prepared.

10. “Take hold with your mittens Sweet-pea, Mommy wants to see how you do, if its to heavy then I will hold it too” She now began to playfully stroke and tease his nipples as he held the bottle unsteadily! The gurgling was instant behind the milky teat as baby had developed very sensitive little nipples, just as she had designed! Straining in his bulky nappy wiggling gently on the spot between her, the whimpering and soft moans started up as the bottle continued to empty. When baby finished the last drops of formula she began to rub and stroke his back, gently massaging him encouraging those little burpies out... Baby squealed as he nearly had an accident at the same! “Ok Sweet-Pea off to Beddie Byes.” She gently held and led his shaking hand.  “But first please put the star up on Your chart!” Baby took a red star off the pad & put it onto the first square of naughty chart… (The red stars were for a Sunday evening’s end of week  “punishment time” If he had gold stars that would bring a reward) But red !...............Mommy patted the mattress on the double bed sized Cot. “Ok Bunny Boy hop up into your cot now.” He would sleep with Mommy Bear at ni nights time (but unbeknown to Baby, he'd be napping in the day time as well, part of her new routine she had in store for him)! She patted again “Position Baby !”…or do you want a second Red star “!...She chuckled as He scrambled into the cot positioning himself for Mommy!

11. Mommy lifted up the little blue booties to his new horizon line. She took the first swiftly and deftly to his toesies slipping it on his right foot, click the ankle cuffs latched shut. Next was the left, it too had the same bemusing locking system, designed so the Baby (him) could not free himself from the deceivingly cute little slippers. He'd never seen how the locks worked. Click... She smiled at him gently, knowing that the spiked shoes would limit his ability to now stand unaided and maximise her ability to retrain him to a more appropriate babyish crawl. Yes they would make life much easier outdoors too...  “Clever Boy,  almost done, then we can have that chat and Mommy will read you your bed time story after… ok baby?” ( “Wess Mommy” ) Clever boy Mommy does so love those manners Sweet-Pea well done!”

12. Now a little afraid realising he was properly in Mommy’s world. Things would continue to happen now that he would have no control over.  Next Mommy lifted his brand new dummy, he had not seen this one before! It must have been a recent purchase, this one was an extra large sized red yellow and blue primary coloured affair. She knew it had been designed specifically to help him dribble (just a little) and make his big boy words very difficult !! 

Putting it into his mouth she moved to his ear and whispered softly “Mommy wants you to nurse on this dum dum sweetie, I won't fasten it into place just yet unless you show me that you can't be trusted, OK?” It was a rhetorically phrased question that didn't need an answer, but there was that same look in her eyes.

13. “Now Sweet-pea first we'll have our wee chat then Mommy will read you a nice story before ni-nights. Your going to need lots of sleep Bunny Boy as Mommy has lots of adventures in store for you tomorrow ! … Now listen very closely as I will say this only once….Mommy is going to have you fast for five days ....This is to strengthen baby’s immune system and also induce a bit of a body reset, then on day six we will start your new baby food regime… This will be all fruit and vegetables as Mommy is going to have a very health baby… So then Baby,  you can get adjusted to those adorable nappies nice & easily...Your only going to be drinking fluids for the next five days first though, so Mommy is focusing on those soggy bum bums to begin with, then we will work up to your mushies…Your such a cutie for sucking on your new binkie like a good boy. Well done!

14. “She chuckled lightly lifting the story book to begin…

The alternate “100 Acre Wood”......

 God she was so dam hot there and then, in her best condescending cooing Mommy voice. She began “Once upon a time there lived a boy who was very very lonely inside,  he desperately wanted to have a friend. Out walking one day in the woods he found a small bunny, it hopped right over to him and began hugging the boy tightly.....The rabbit started to gently speak to the boy! “Hello Crinkle Butt ....The boy protested to the Rabbit “Am a not a Crinkle Butt!”....But the Bunny simply chuckled “I know who you really are Silly! The boy looked around but nobody was there? As he turned around the rabbit stood beside him again swatting his bottom Thwack !!... “I suppose this isn't your nappy then Crinkle Butt?”  The boy stayed quiet as he felt embarrassed. But the Bunny Smiled gently and hugged him even tighter. Bunny the Rabbit then took Crinkle Butt’s hand ....“Best we get back inside or Mommy will be angry with us & we will get the hairbrush! The boy took the rabbits hand, as he too hated the hairbrush spankings.....“Ok Bunny we best hurry then as it’s getting dark & Mommy will want us fed & then to Nigh nights”.....They both skipped through the puddles getting Mud all over their legs! ...On the porch Mommy was already waiting standing with her arms folded....Babies look at the colour of you !.... She held out her finger pointing to inside, that’s when both Babies noticed Mommy already had the hairbush!”....oh bother.

15. “Now Sweet-pea I think that’s enough for tonight, Mommy can see you are looking tired I'll read you some more tomorrow if your a good boy. She gently stroked his face “Off to sleepies now.....She began to start the lullaby mobile that hung overhead and the cute little noises and lights softly sprung into action and gently soothed her precious little one into the land of dreams...Mommy lifted the plug remote and set it to the night time precycle with the hypnotic recordings ! These would play all night as the monitor recorded his sleep & dream patterns, it would match the patterns playing the recording & pluggie vibes to their best effects.....Night after night she would subliminally reprogram his brain to be a contented infant Baby Boy... To her will... to her wants... to her Deepest held desire over controlling him, but also letting him be the baby he was destined to become! This would be Absolute !! Her new hypnotherapist friend would help with new insertions of “trigger words” that would become instant in there use over him, no matter where, no matter when or who they were with !.....Fuck every inch of her was tingling with her desire to further his regression......

She looked down at him all safe in that cot with an oversized dummy bouncing in and out. Fuck he was already hungrily sucking on that dummy! Her Chest ached with anticipation....This was just the start, she held all the cards, she had everything ready for the morning & for the day’s events......Time to sleep though, putting her arm over his chest a small whimper came......She smiled to herself...Tomorrow he would go through so many trials and emotions. Day by day his emotional state would become much easier to control due to her fasting retraining, first hunger & loss of energy...then as the energy started to peak later on in the week she would simple take a sense from him so as to have more control mentally over his nappies!....awash with thoughts flashing through her mind she settled down to sleep knowing the “Hypno-Mommy” tapes would be working there magic on him....These she would use as she put him down for his afternoon nap too!

[nastybuckybarnes]

A Broken Fairytale  -  Eleven

Pairing: Prince!Bucky x Reader AU 

Summary: Sold by your mother, you work as a servant for the King and Queen of Acadia. The Prince, much to his initial dismay, takes a liking to you. When a wicked woman intervenes, your life is nothing more than a prison sentence. With a war on the horizon and a betrothal to a missing Princess that he can’t escape, Bucky is forced to be the Prince -and King- that his father wants. A pawn in a bigger game than the two of you realize. 

Warnings: Language (Maybe), Fluff, 

Word Count: 3.2K

A/N: Have another part of this series! I hope you guys enjoy! I haven’t updated in a fat minute but we’re getting to intense places with this series pretty fucking soon. Enjoy this cute lil fluffy part

UNEDITED IM SORRY IN ADVANCE!

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“Will you be joining me tonight?” You ask, fingers brushing against the back of his hand as the two of you walk through the palace garden. “Tonight?” He questions, looking over at you in confusion.

“Yes. The celebration. I plan on joining in the festivities. Mother and I agree that it’s a good way to familiarize myself with my kingdom and my people. And I think you should join me. After all, this is to be your kingdom, and these will be your people too.” He purses his lips as the two of you enter the Palace, Steve waiting with a smile on his face.  

“I had planned to spend the evening indoors, preparing for the wedding and the union of the two kingdoms.” You turn to him with your eyebrows raised.

“Is that not what you’ve spent the last few weeks doing? Come now, James. It’s but one night. One night of fun. Of music and games. It’s a celebration of my safe return and of the joining of the two kingdoms. Are you not going to join a celebration dedicated to your future wife?” His eyebrows raise and he looks at Steve for help. The blond raises his hands and shakes his head with a chuckle. “I’m not about to get into this conversation.”

You nod, grinning at him. “Wise choice, Steve. Now James, will you join me in becoming familiar with the people of what will soon be our country? Or will you stay indoors, as you have for the past month, brooding and allowing work to consume you?”

He scoffs, feigning offence. “I have not been brooding! I’m simply preparing. Doing kingly duties.” You shake your head and tug on his hand, forcing him to look at you.  

“You’re not king yet. And I am not yet queen. You and I should enjoy what little time we have left before we’re thrown into our duties. Let’s enjoy it. When will we have another opportunity to bond with our people… with each other? Please join me.” He sighs and Steve chuckles, knowing you’ve got his friend wrapped around your finger.

“Alright. I’ll join you. We’ll attend the festival together and we’ll have one night where we don’t need to worry about anything. Does that satisfy you?” You nod, grinning from ear to ear, then peck his cheek.

It’s the first kiss the two of you have shared since you were in Acadia. It’s a quick, chaste thing, but it has heat rushing to his cheeks, turning them a pretty pink.

“Alright, it’s settled,” He says with a goofy grin. You nod, beyond happy that he’s going with you.

Throughout the morning you find it hard to stay focused on your lessons, and your tutors make sure they point it out. But today you couldn’t care less. You’re finally making your first true appearance as Princess of Corona. You’ll be meeting the people in your country, not as a peasant, but as a Princess.

“You haven’t stopped smiling since you returned from your walk with James,” your mother muses, combing your hair gently.

“What’s happened that has you in such high spirits?” She asks. You sigh and glance at her in the mirror. “James agreed to accompany me to the celebration tonight. We’ll be meeting our people together, for the first time. I’ll be able to learn firsthand what my kingdom is like. I’m more than excited.” She smiles and kisses the top of your head.

“You deserve everything in the world, my dear. I hope you enjoy yourself tonight. Do not let any thoughts distract you from what your heart desires tonight.” You nod, turning around as she gets up and walks to your closet.

“Now... this one...” She pulls out a cream coloured dress, far simpler than the extravagant gowns you’ve been wearing. It’s trim is all navy blue, and the fabric itself resembles velvet. It has strings that criss-cross across your torso, but it doesn’t look too tight at all. In fact, it looks rather comfortable.

She helps you into it then ties you up in the back, smiling brightly when you turn to look at her.

“You look gorgeous, darling. Now, one last thing...” she scurries over to your dresser and opens a large wooden box. Your jaw drops as you see all the tiaras sitting inside.

“Your father and I didn’t want to overwhelm you with them. We wanted you to become comfortable in your new home, get used to being royalty before having to bear the weight of the crown. But now... I think you’re ready for it, if only for one night.” You nod, bowing your head as she places a dainty silver tiara over your hair.

You stand up straight and roll your shoulders back, eyes on your reflection.

“You, my daughter, are going to make a magnificent Queen,” she whispers, kissing your cheek then hugging you tightly. You hug her back, letting out a shuddering breath as you try to reign in your emotions.

A knock on the door startles you and you pull away from your mother, taking a deep breath before allowing the person to enter.

James walks in, looking handsome as ever in a dark blue shirt with the crest of Acadia hanging from his neck. His pants are dark and tucked into his shiny boots, and he’s got a thick black cloak hanging from his shoulders. Atop his head sits a pretty golden crown that’s only slightly larger than yours.

“Are you ready to go, my darling?” You smile and nod, taking his outstretched arm with ease.

“As I was telling my daughter, you have fun, James. Allow yourself to have tonight to be free.” He nods at your mother’s words, bows his head, then looks at you with hopeful blue eyes.

“Shall we?” He asks softly. You nod, eyes eager and excited. “Yes, we shall.” He leads you out of your room and then out of the Palace. Outside, three horses are waiting. You recognize your mare immediately and a smile lights up your face.

“Steve had suggested that we ride to the festival. It may give us more time to admire the kingdom and all of its beauty. As James says the words, his eyes don’t leave your face.

“I think that’s a marvellous idea.”

Steve sits atop his horse with a grin on his lips as you and James walk over. The brunet helps you mount your horse, though you insist you’re fine, then quickly mounts his, looking at his cousin and waiting for the blond to lead the way.

He does, setting a moderate pace, and you and James follow behind him, riding side-by-side.

It’s beautiful.

The last time you rode through the kingdom you didn’t get to fully admire the scenery. There are flowering trees everywhere, and all the plants are lush and green. The sky is turning a lovely purple colour with the setting sun, and the wind smells of flowers and citrus.  

It’s amazing.

“Do you like it?” James suddenly asks, watching the way your eyes swim with unshed tears.

“I love it,” you whisper, sniffling slightly. “I can’t believe this is the place I’m lucky enough to call home.” He nods, smiling softly at you.

“Once we are married, our lands will only thrive. There is nothing that can destroy this beauty. However, the beauty here is nothing in comparison to that of your heart.” You look down bashfully and shake your head.

“Don’t try to deny it. In the weeks we’ve spent together, you’ve only further proved how your kindness knows no bounds, your compassion is endless.” You look up at him and his eyes are so genuine that you can’t help but smile.

“Alright your highnesses, we dismount here and walk the rest of the way. It isn’t far.” Steve hops off of his horse and James does the same, the latter hurrying to you and gripping your waist to help you down from your horse.

When you’re standing steady on two feet you lift your hands to his shoulders, eyes meeting his shyly.

“Enough of that, you two,” Steve chastises playfully, pulling you out of your trance. You hurry after the blond prince, glancing over at James with a longing look in your eyes. He hurries after you, linking his arm with yours again.

You open your mouth to speak but no sound comes out as you get distracted by music in the distance.

“Ah yes, there are no celebrations quite like the Corona ones,” Steve muses, a lightness to his step as he leads you to the main square of the town. As soon as you turn the final corner, you’re overwhelmed in the best way possible.

A small group of people have gathered with instruments, women singing in a mixture of English and the native language. Young children dance around, wearing flower crowns and holding onto biscuits that seem to be covered in syrup.  

“It’s marvellous,” you whisper, a smile on your face. A little girl glances over at you then does a double-take, her jaw dropping. She tugs on her mother’s dress and points to you. Her mother looks to where she’s pointing and smiles brightly.

She curtsies low, her daughter attempting to follow. The people around her quickly catch sight of you and follow her lead, bowing down low. This continues until the square is silent and everyone is bowing to you.

“Please, rise,” you request softly, smiling when they all stand back up.

“Welcome, your highnesses. We’re so very pleased that you’ve graced us with your presences,” a short balding man says, cheeks rosy as he smiles.

“It’s our pleasure to be here. I wouldn’t miss it for the world. I look forward to getting to know each and every one of you tonight. And I hope that we all can enjoy ourselves without the pressures of my royal titles. I would like to know my people, my culture. Not as Princess or future Queen, but as a woman who’s eager to learn about her past.” The people all nod and in an instant the music starts up again.

“They love you already,” James whispers. You look up at him hopefully, wanting to make a good first impression on your people. A small tug on your dress makes you look down and you grin at the little girl. The same one who spotted you first.

“Hello sweetheart,” You whisper, bending down and scooping her up in your arms. “That’s a beautiful crown you have,” You say. She grins and grabs at her flower crown.

“You’re a princess, just like me.” Her eyes widen and you giggle. “Yes, you are. Did you make that crown all by yourself?” She shakes her head and points over to where a slightly older girl is hiding behind her mother’s legs.

“Is that your sister?” The little girl nods and you hum in agreement, walking through the crowd to the woman and her other daughter.

“Hello, your highness,” the woman says. You smile at her. “Please, we don’t need to formalities tonight.” She nods, one hand smoothing the hair of the older girl.

“Your sister told me that you made her flower crown,” You begin, crouching down so you’re at eye level. She nods nervously and you smile. “Would you teach me how? I’ve always wanted to make flower crowns. And you make them so beautifully.” Her eyes widen and she looks up at her mother, who nods with a smile. The little girl in your arms squirms until you put her down, then takes your hand and her sister’s hand and pulls the two of you to a small stand with baskets full of different flowers.

“You’ve gotta make sure you have enough... and that they’ve got long stems,” the older girl explains softly, grabbing a couple of handfuls of flowers. You copy her, then sit down on the ground, ignoring the dirt that smudges on your dress.

The little girl shows you how to make the crown, giving you pointers whenever you need them.

“What’s your name?” You ask gently. She bites her lip before responding. “I’m Amelia. And this is my younger sister Anastasia.” You repeat their names and the little girl grins, tying off the end of her crown and holding it up to show you. You do the same and her younger sister falls onto her back laughing.

Your crown is less than impressive.

You frown at it and she giggles. “It takes practice. Momma taught me how a long time ago. Now I sell them at the market on Sundays.” You nod thoughtfully.

“Well, may I borrow yours? You can wear mine.” Her jaw drops. “Y-yes...” She carefully takes her flower crown off and leans to you, placing it on your head after you’ve removed your tiara.

“Thank you, Amelia. Now, here’s yours.” You carefully place your tiara on her head and her cheeks flame.

“You look beautiful,” you tell her. She thanks you then hurries to her feet to go show her mother. With a giggle, you stand back up, dusting off your dress, then walking through the square, mingling with different people for hours.

When you finally find your way back to James, you have a honey-dipped biscuit in your hand and three more flower crowns on your head. The Prince seems to be in a bit more of a predicament. He’s being swarmed with little girls, all trying to get his attention.

You watch for a while, a smile on your face as he interacts with the children. He catches your eye then grins.

“Excuse me? Mr. Prince, sir?” He looks down as a young girl, no older than five, tugs on his pant leg.

“The music is nice... and I wanna dance.... but nobody will dance with me.... so my mommy told me to ask you...” His face softens and he stoops down to her level.

“I would love to dance with you. What’s your name?” She smiles. “I’m Aethelfled, your highness.” He nods and stands up, taking her hands.

“Well, Aethelfled, will you honour me with this dance?” She nods eagerly and he lifts her to stand on his shoes, then leads her in a basic dance to the music. She’s laughing and giggling, and soon Steve joins him, dancing with another lucky young lady.

You’re soon being dragged into a dance as well, two young girls each holding one of your hands as they dance around, giggling wildly. You dance in a circle with them, the three of you slowing as the music changes to a more upbeat and lively tune.

Guitar’s strum and someone plays a gemshorn, the music making you feel light and airy inside. Another person starts banging on some makeshift drums and the girls grin, starting to jump and dance around with you again.

You laugh from a good place within, grinning from ear to ear as more and more people start dancing with you all.

A man starts singing, the words flowing beautifully in the language native to the land, and you find yourself absolutely entranced as you pick out a few phrases and words that you understand.

Soon enough, nearly everyone is dancing or clapping along to the music. Your eyes catch those of Prince James and you feel your stomach flutter.

You make to dance over to him when you’re intercepted by an older man, a great big smile on his face as he expresses to you how happy he is that the princess has returned safely.

You nod along, thanking him thoroughly.

The music dies down then slowly fades. There’s a beat of silence before applause breaks out across the crowd, your hands coming together repeatedly and hard enough to have your palms stinging.

“Come, Princess! We now celebrate your safe return with offerings to the Gods, and we shall release lights to the sky, to thank them for bringing you home to us, for answering our prayer,” the short man says, offering you his arm. You take it with a smile and allow him to escort you through the town and towards a large clearing.

Dozens of people are already here, with hundreds of lanterns just waiting to be lit and sent up to the sky.

People gather around a boulder in the ground, bowing their heads then placing small objects in front of it.

“This is where we come together as a kingdom to make offerings. And for the past twenty years, we’ve asked for nothing other than your safe return. And the Gods have given that to us. So we must thank them now, and we will continue to thank them.” You nod, intrigued by the display.

A little boy places a flower crown on the ground, whispers something, then bounds back to his mother with a huge smile on his face.

“What is it that they are all saying?” You ask, desperate to absorb as much of your culture as you can.

“Most just whisper a small thank you, but it is generally said as such ‘Tha sinn a ’toirt taing dhut, airson do fhreagairt air ar n-ùrnaighean.’ It roughly translates to ‘we thank you, for your answer to our prayers’.” You nod thoughtfully then lift your own flower crown off of your head.

You eye it for a while before looking at the balding man.

“Can you help me translate something? I’d like to give thanks as well.” The man nods eagerly and walks with you over to the boulder. There’s an inscription upon it and it takes everything in you not to run your fingers along it.

You get down onto your knees, much to the surprise of the people around you, and bow your head.

The man whispers the words you’d requested into your ear, and you repeat them slightly louder.

“’Tha mi a ’toirt taing dhut, airson mo thoirt air ais gu mo theaghlach, mo dhaoine, agus airson dòchas a thoirt dhomh.’” You place the crown onto the ground then repeat the words in English.

“I thank you, for bringing me back to my family, my people, and for giving me hope.” You hear someone kneel beside you and glance over, smiling at James and Steve. They each nod to you then bow their own heads, whispering words of thanks themselves.

Slowly, everyone in the vicinity kneels down and whispers thanks and prayers, most directed at their princess, but some directed at the Prince as well.

You raise your head after a moment longer and take a deep breath.

“Your highness,” you turn to the woman and smile gently at her.

“Would you like to do the honours of releasing the first light in the sky? To announce your safe return to your people?” You nod and take the lantern from her with a smile. She carefully lights the candle inside it and you watch it for a moment before lifting your hand up and over your head, the lantern hovering for a moment before taking off up into the sky.

Slowly, dozens of lanterns start floating, yours leading the way to the sky.

An arm is around your waist and you look up, slightly startled until you realize who it is.

“I’m glad you brought me out here tonight,” he whispers playfully, thumb rubbing circles on your waist. You smile up at him. “I’m glad you joined me.” He leans his cheek against the top of your head and the two of you watch as the lanterns flood the sky, signalling to everyone that the Princess has finally returned.

[sp00kworm]

A Fayre (Part 1)

Pairing: Rakuh (Male Orc) x Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings: None

A/N: The requested piece for you all. A few people have been excited so I had to split this into two parts! Enjoy! 

Part 2 

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The rolling hills leading to the main road were pretty, but not exactly the ideal place to break down when it was pouring with rain. The sheep had huddled underneath their shelter as rain poured down from the heavens and you frantically searched for the number for your breakdown company. Someone would be out within the hour, or so they had said. An hour and a half later, still looking on enviously at the sheep in their cluster, a tow truck and mechanic showed up. An Orc. You tried to hide your teary eyes from the elder looking Orc as he hopped out of his truck and smiled, tusks curling from his bottom jaw, poking out from his lips. He was a broad, greying Orc with his clothing covered in grease stains from working on other cars.

“Sorry!” He offered as he tucked his silver streaked ginger hair over his shoulder and tugged at his coveralls, “We’ve been busy at the garage with an exploded oil tank! Would ya believe it? Just after you called.” He offered his hand, “Gurlog’s the name.”

You tried to smile at the elder, “Thank you for coming.” You muttered, bottom lip trembling as you were ushered back along to the car, “I don’t know what’s wrong with it… It made a terrible snapping sound and then stopped working. I had to pull in here on momentum alone.”

Gurlog patted your shoulder as he opened the hood and propped it open, peering at the engine with a critical eye, his hands quickly getting to work to find the issues.

Gurlog whistled as he worked, moving his hands over the engine before he laughed and plucked the broken fan belt free of the runner. It was frayed and snapped, clearly no longer working.

“That’s your issue right there. No power if your alternator ain’t connected anymore.” Gurlog huffed a laugh, patting at his coveralls, smearing more oil over the heavy blue fabric, “Its an easy enough fix, sweetheart. I’ll tow ya back to the garage then we’ll get that belt replaced and you’ll be on your way.” He soothed as he snapped the hood back down and peered up at the sky, “You get yourself into the van. I’ll get your car up on the back.” Rough hands pushed you towards the passenger seat of the tow truck as Gurlog set to work finding the tow bar and humming, lowering the truck platforms before he snapped the hook and tow into place and got your car into place. The Orc cursed from outside the truck as the heavens opened once more, rain bouncing against the roof as more and more grey clouds rolled in. Gurlog opened the driver’s door and grumbled, tucking his ponytail back behind his shoulder before he laughed and turned on the heaters.

“Typical weather!” He huffed as he shifted the truck into gear and flicked on his headlights for navigating the torrential downpour on the hilly roads.

The garage was back in a small town, not too far from your own hometown. It was a quaint place. One main road ran through it with a main high street for shopping. The town was large but not large enough to have a large, departmental grocery shop. You looked at the old housing which melted into spotted cottages around at the edge of town, where Gurlog’s garage was. There was a large house alongside the garage, old but well lived in by numerous Orcs it seemed. Gurlog pulled into the garage and waved his hand outside of the window. The rain was still going, but a lot lighter, it was only drizzle, but it was enough to make everything, and everyone, damp and moody.

“Boys! Help me get this car into the garage!” Gurlog shouted through his window, chewing at a piece of gum as he waited for his sons to appear. One did but the other did not. The dark-haired Orc scoffed at his father, his hands placed in the window as he nodded to you and dragged a hand over his clean shaven chin, oil smudges covering his cheeks where his fingers grazed the skin. Brown eyes sized you up before he slicked back the hair of his mohawk and eyed your car curiously.

“Just a broken fan belt or two I think, Xurek.” Gurlog opened the car door and pushed it against his son with a laugh. Xurek scoffed again before grunting as the door winded him, “This is Xurek, my younger son.” Gurlog introduced you by name.

You’d managed to calm down enough to not have massively puffy eyes anymore. You took in the towering size of Gurlog’s youngest son and found yourself smiling at him. He was the bad boy looking sort, rings in his ears and snake bites in his lips, yet it was thrown off by the covering of freckles over his sage coloured skin. He was lighter in tone than his father but didn’t have the thick, ginger mane.

“Its nice to meet you, Xurek.” You offered your hand.

Xurek shook your hand with a smile, his small tusks exposed in the toothy grin, “Likewise.” He turned to Gurlog, “Rakuh said he’s busy and I’ve got to get back to servicing, but I’ll help you get it off the truck Pa.”

Gurlog huffed as he spun your car keys and tossed them to Xurek, “I’ll get him myself once we get this out of the rain.” He watched his son go up the ramp to help him spin the car back into the garage, “He’ll have his nose in something that doesn’t need doing on Mrs Owen’s car, again.” Gurlog sighed as Xurek back your car into the bay and rolled his eyes at his father.

Xurek hopped back out of the car, “How about you help me finish the service and you send Rakuh to do this? Stops him from chargin’ Mrs Owen double the price that way!” The younger son laughed as he shut the door and popped your keys up on the rack in the side of the garage.

Gurlog stroked his long beard, “You might just have a point.” He hummed before ushering you into the next bay along, “Come on. I’ll introduce you. He’s a bit frosty but I promise he doesn’t bite.”

Gurlog approached his son without any grace, thumping over to him loudly before standing behind him and waiting. Rakuh wasn’t paying attention. You heard Xurek snort with laughter behind you as Gurlog coughed into his fist. The elder son didn’t jump but turned his head towards his father with a glare.

“What?” He asked coldly as he reached for a rag to wipe away the oil from his hands. You looked up at the even larger orc with an open mouth. He was a stark contrast to his brother, his arms crossed over a bare barrel chest, covered in freckles, his skin a shade of sage, which was the only thing similar to his brother. Rakuh pulled his great ginger braid over his shoulder and made sure the ropes of braiding leading into the large one were intact before he looked down at you with judgemental brown eyes. His muddy gaze was quick to assess you, his upwards curling tusks making his huff whistle before he sniffed and fiddled with the gold septum ring in his nose. He also had earrings in his ears, gold flashing behind his braids as he looked between you and his father. You wondered if he didn’t poke his skin with the tusks that reached towards his nose.

“I need you to put a new fan belt in the car in the next room for this fine young ‘un.” Gurlog smiled and introduced you before cracking his open palm across his prickly son’s across the back, “I’ll sort Mrs Owen’s car out for you.” Rakuh flexed his arms to protest, tattoos around the top of his arm stretching. He turned and you noticed he had a band around his chest, beneath his pectorals as well, “She needs it properly fixing for once, then she might not be back ‘ere every fucking two months.”

“Rakuh! Language!” Gurlog shouted as the eldest son grumbled and scrubbed at his well-trimmed beard, “We have a guest so watch your fuckin’ language!” He quickly realised his mistake when Xurek burst into laughter against the wall. You shrunk back as Rakuh slipped past you into the other bay. He was quiet as he opened the engine up and got to work, not bothering to put on a shirt as he fiddled with the old belt, smearing grease and oil over his hands as he tried to find the right size among their new ones hung up on the back wall. It was then a woman burst into the garage.

“Gurlog! What have I told you about swearing at the lads?!” She howled from the door, her tusks larger than her partner’s and bared in a display of anger. Her fury amplified as she caught sight of you shrunk in the corner, “And with a guest!?” She screeched before thumping her way through her family, “Oh you sweet thing, I am so sorry! My name is Shul. These boys are just the worst with guests.” The female quickly ushered you into the warm waiting room of the office.

“Get your backside in this room, Rakuh!” Shul crossed her arms and made sure to glare at her son as he entered the waiting room.

“Ma is this really necessary?” He asked. Rakuh was quick to shut his mouth when his mother raised her thick brows and crossed her arms, “Pa literally just told me to sort the car!” He defended himself. It became obvious where he got his temper from as Shul growled, low and rumbling. Her son returned the noise.

“You’ve all scared ‘em deathly!” She howled at her son before pointing at the door, “Go and get a shirt on and make the poor thing a drink! You haven’t been dragged up, young man!” Shul smiled down at you, “Now don’t worry your head. Rakuh is a grumpy thing but he’s the best mechanic his Daddy’s got.” Their mother sighed before finding Rakuh’s shirt behind the desk in the cream painted room. She hollered after her son and made sure to push the t-shirt on his head as he returned with a scowl on his brow.

“Thank you.” You smiled at the greying, black haired woman.

She visibly brightened, her tusks exposed in a bright smile like Xurek’s as she tucked her hands back into her cleaning apron, “You’re welcome darling. I’ll be in the house but I’m sure Rakuh will behave now. Don’t be scared of him. He’s a darling inside all that ice.” She joked as she closed the door, letting the heater warm you back up from your escapade in the cold hills.

A fist thundered on the door of the converted, shipping crate waiting room. The handle dipped and you put on your best smile for the larger brother as he ducked back into the doorway. He held a tray in his hands, balancing a teacup and two teapots on top of it as he ducked inside and placed it on the small table.

“I made you some tea.” He offered both pots to you, dark eyes still guarded yet apologetic, “I made you peppermint and nettle. I didn’t know which you would prefer.”

“Peppermint is fine, thank you.” You watched him pour you a cup before he replaced the teapot on the table.

Rakuh sighed through his tusks, “I’m sorry for bein’ rude. Pa interrupted me working and he knows I hate it, but that doesn’t mean I should have taken that out on you.” He smiled and you watched the standoffish layers melt away a little as you nodded.

“Don’t worry about it. It’s been a hard day and I’m just frazzled. I thought I was going to be stuck up in the hills all night.” You chuckled as you took a sip of tea.

Rakuh offered you a sugar cube from the large bowl of sugar, “Not to worry. I’ll have that new belt in quick so you can get off home. I’ll get Ma to come and take your insurance details for the tow.” He waved once before he was off back out of the room, awkwardly ducking through the too small doorway. His braids swayed over his back as he shouted for Shul and flagged off his younger brother for making kissing faces.

“Fuck off, Xurek!” Rakuh hissed across the floor as Xurek made another suggestive look at him.

“RAKUH! LANGUAGE!” Shul hissed at her son as she fetched the paperwork for you to fill in for your insurance details.

It was closing time for the garage when Rakuh reappeared in the doorway of the waiting room. It had taken him a couple of hours to get the belts properly into the engine.

“I’ve finished up.” He announced before he grunted at his mother who was still sat with you. He groaned, out loud, with a sour look when he caught sight of his father, “Are you both in here slacking off by talking to the customer?” Rakuh threw his towel over his shoulder and stood in the doorway, looking at the three of your, sat in the old couches, laughing over a fresh pot of tea, “Ma, really? You brought the biscuits out?” The bulking mass of the orc male shadowed you as he thumped into the room. Little pieces of hair had frizzed from his braids, hanging over his forehead as he watched Shul take a healthy sip of tea and flash a biscuit at him.

Shul smacked at her husband’s hands, “That’s enough for you I think.” She smiled at her son with her short tusks, “I’m being kind, Rakuh! You could do with learning a thing or two.”

Rakuh rolled his eyes as he fished a biscuit from the packet in Shul’s hands, pushing it into his mouth before he turned back to the door.

“How about you come along to the BBQ we’re having next week? There’s some sunny weather on the horizon!” Gurlog smiled at you with a laugh, “I’m sure our boy could do with the company.”

Rakuh’s pointed, tapered ears went red as he growled, “I don’t need you to set me up on dates!” His nostrils flared as he purposely slammed the door behind him, rattling the old container with his anger.

“Let me take your number, sweetheart.” Shul chuckled, “I’ll talk him around.” She promised before wrapping an arm around your shoulders, “That boy doesn’t make tea for any old customer. The amount of times I’ve had to give girls and boys tissues!” She shook her head before shooing her husband out.

Shul was loud as she greeted you at the party, “Hello, sweetheart!” She cooed as her huge hands grabbed at your face, “Oh you do clean up well!” She joked before waving over Gurlog, “Come here, dear! Look! Its our little breakdown friend!”

Gurlog waved at a pair of Faun before he came over to his wife, laughing before he gave you a hug, “It’s good to see you!” He greeted before ushering you through the gate and taking the cake you had brought from your hands, “Oh look at this. You’re more than welcome here with such a delicious thing!” Gurlog cooed over the gooey chocolate cake with gusto before Shul snatched it from him and pointed to the next lot of guests. A woodland elf and young wizard laughed at the gate behind you as Shul ushered you to the table and tucked the cake away in the desserts.

“Rakuh and Xurek are around…” She hummed as she peered over the crowd with ease, huffing as she searched for her sons.

“Hey, don’t worry.” You soothed with a hand on her arm, “I’ll go and find someone to talk to. You better get back to the meeting and greeting.”

Shul placed a hand on your arm, “Be gentle with my cold-hearted idiot, hm? He’s not a very good talker.” She let you go with a smile and headed back to her husband, dark hair flopping as she went.

You took a deep breath as you looked around at the groups of various races, chatting and gossiping between one another. You felt a little out of place. Small among a family of orcs and various magical creatures from the surrounding hills.

“Woah!” A great, antlered Cervitaur smacked into your back, his tail flipping back and forth as he pranced lightly on his feet, “Sorry! A’ didn’t see you down there.” He dipped his antlers in a bow, his legs spread to let him peer closer at your face. His long silver hair draped around his horns, tinged with a green akin to moss around the bases, as his green eyes reflected the woodlands, and not your own face, “My name is Cernunnos. And yes, I know, my family were not tha’ kindest o’ people when it came t’ names.” Cernunnos’ hooves clicked on the patio as he put himself back upright.

You told the Cervitaur your name, “Its lovely to meet you.” You nodded before waving a finger around, “Would you happen to know where Rakuh is? Shul told me to give something to him.” You asked politely.

Cernunnos’ chest puffed slightly, the fur over his stomach bristling high as he stood tall and tucked his hair behind his ears again, “He was at the grill last time a’ saw him.” He flicked his dark coloured tail before pointing over to the far end of the garden, “Towards the shed.” Before you could go, he winked at you and gave a demure laugh as you rushed away.

Rakuh was stood by the large shed grilling, hidden from the crowds, a cold bottle of Orcish bitter in his hand as he flipped burgers and rotated a large pig which was slow roasting. The ginger seemed at home in his little bubble, cooking and drinking, ignoring the fluttering Pixies as they shifted shapes and tried to coo at him from the pool. Xeruk laughed from his place by the roasting spit, his mohawk flopping as the Pixies threw water at him, drenching his already wet-through t-shirt. Rakuh stood firmly out of their line of fire, dressed in a pale blue shirt and heavy shorts, as he turned burgers and ignored his brother’s flirting. You tried not to laugh as Rakuh flicked at a particularly small and handsy pixie, sending her soaring in a shower of wing dust.

“Hey there.” You smiled as the two brother’s span around. Xeruk’s face turned into an evil looking grin as Rakuh turned back to his grill gruffly.

“Nice to see you again!” Xeruk offered you a friendly, one-armed hug as before he let the pig sit over the fire. Rakuh ignored the two of you as he took a bunch of burgers off the barbeque and placed them into a buffet heater.

“Nice to see you both as well. How has it been up here in the hills?” You asked as Xeruk waved at a Water Nymph.

The younger brother shrugged his shoulders before winking at the ladies in the pool, “Its much more fun with some other people here for once.”

“Why don’t you go and flex somewhere else?” Rakuh grunted as he turned the chicken legs and pulled out a few lamb chops, “Like by the pool?” He grumbled.

Xeruk grinned, “You don’t have to tell me twice, brother.” He pulled off his t-shirt with another wave, “I know when you want someone to yourself!” The dark-haired male shouted before he sat himself near the Nymphs and Pixies in the pool.

Rakuh didn’t dignify the jab with a response but made sure to slam his beer heavily on the table before setting his dark eyes on you, “I’m sorry about him.” He offered quietly, his hair obscuring the blush on his cheeks and ears from your sight.

“Don’t be sorry. Everyone has that annoying relative.” You joked as Rakuh turned the hog over the fire again and returned to pulling meat from the large brick barbeque. He avoided your eyes as he worked.

“Still. He’s a rude fucker.” Rakuh grunted. His eyes widened as you began to laugh, “You alright?” He asked with concern painted on his features.

You quelled your laughter enough to shake your head, “I’m fine. You’re just not as cold as everyone makes you out to be.” You teased as you looked at his beer, “You think you could get me one of those?”

Rakuh looked at the beer on his table, “This?” He took hold of the bottle of ale and tapped the sticker on the front, “Orcish for a reason, love.” Rakuh placed the bottle back down on the table. You frowned at him before reaching for the bottle yourself and taking a sip.

“Holy shit!” You coughed after swallowing the mouthful, “Talk about alcohol content…” You stuck your tongue out at the bottle as Rakuh took it back from you.

Rakuh let out a great, deep laugh, his face curled into a smile, his jewellery jingling softly before he reached for a beer from the cooler, offering you a normal, human drink, “That will treat you better I think, but I commend you for tryin’.”

“You have a nice laugh.” You smiled as you Rakuh snapped open your beer with a flick of his wrist.

Rakuh paused, his face going red again as he went quiet, “Thank you…”

“You’re really a nice guy, aren’t you? You just like your work too much.” You smiled at the Orc brightly.

Rakuh smiled, a small smile which just turned up the corner of his lips, “Something like that.” He flipped over the hog again before turning, “How about we have a chat once I’m done cooking? Ma never did give me your number.”

“So not only are you a soft-hearted Orc but you’re a smooth talker too?” You laughed, “Consider me impressed, Rakuh.”

Rakuh rolled his eyes, “How about you go and eat first, maybe then I’ll tell ya just how soft I actually am?”

“Deal.” You took a plate from the table and made your way over to the food.

Rakuh was much more relaxed after cooking, and, with a few beers in his belly. The ginger male laughed as you explained your very jittery ride home the previous week in your car, his dark eyes creased at the edges with his smile.

“Don’t laugh at me!” You smacked at his arm, “It was terrifying driving back through the hills in all that rain. I thought I was going to get stranded again with all those sheep!”

“The sheep are the least of your worries up there.” He snorted before fiddling with the ring in his nose, “I heard there’s a pack of werewolves and…” He jabbed a thumb in the direction of Cernunnos, who was prancing before a group of women, “The woods near the tops are his domain.”

You curled your nose, “Yeah I think I’d rather not get stuck up in his woods…If you know what I mean?”

Rakuh grinned, chuckling in his chest before he shook his head at the Cervitaur, “He just doesn’t know when to stop. One too many times people have walked into those woods and come out with some weird prophecy about carrying a God’s child.” He grunted, “He’s a fae folk through and through. Takes what he wants and thinks humans are his play thing.”

“It seems like you don’t really like him?” You asked curiously.

“I don’t like anyone that plays with people for fun.” Rakuh snorted, “Plus, look at ‘im.” He snapped his fingers together in a click, “Wouldn’t stand a chance in an Orcish arena. I could snap him like a twig.”

You looked away from Cernunnos’ and smiled slyly, “What kind of Orcish arenas still exist? I thought they did away with the practice?”

Rakuh opened his mouth, the golden rings on the base of his tusks exposed before he grunted, “Nothing that involves killing anymore.” He grumbled, “Just re-enactments.”

“Wait…You do re-enactment fayres?” You grinned as you shuffled closer to him on the bench.

He gave a withering sigh, “Yes.” Rakuh ground out before taking several gulps of bitter, “Don’t go blabbing it around, alright?”

With another laugh you inched closer, “What sorts? I know your family are from a clan right? Is it those ancient sorts of ones?”

“Yeah. Early clan days stuff, from back when Orcs used to be mercenaries.” Rakuh grumbled out, embarrassment painting his cheeks and ears once more as you plied him with questions.

“Do you guys fight? What about armour? Is there an animal show?” Rakuh placed a finger over your lips to quieten your questions.

“Can you keep it down?” He hissed next to your ear, “I don’t want everyone knowing about it…”

Xurek whistled from behind you both at the buffet table, “Damn! I did not expect ya to move so fast Rakuh! Ma look at ‘im! He’s already kissin’ ‘em!”

“What do you mean my boy is kissin’?!” Shul’s dark hair peeked over the crowd and you laughed brightly as she gave a delighted noise and a thumbs up.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ.” Rakuh cursed as he buried his face into his hands, “I’m so sorry about them.”

When your laughter stopped, you wiped a tear from your eye and leaned over, hands on his massive biceps before you placed a soft kiss on his cheek, “There. Now no one can make fun.” You joked as you rubbed at the ginger beard and reached for your empty beer bottles. You stood up and shook the bottles at him, “Would you like another beer?”

“Sure. Please.” He stuttered out as Shul wandered over with another turkey leg in hand for her son.

As you wandered off, Shul patted her son on the shoulder, “So, do we actually like this one?” She joked as Rakuh took the meat from her.

Rakuh watched you collect the beers with a small smile, “Something like that.”

“Are you going to get…” Shul grinned at Rakuh’s scowl, “Well, I’ll leave you to it!” She managed to disappear into the crowd again just as you returned.

“Was that your mum?” You asked as you handed Rakuh another large bitter, “What did she want?”

Rakuh held up the large turkey leg, “Just to give me another leg. Like I haven’t eaten enough already.” He scoffed before touching a hand to his cheek and taking the beer from you, “You didn’t have to kiss me you know.” He whispered quietly.

Confused, you frowned, “What do you mean?”

“I mean, you don’t have to do all this stuff out of pity and…” Rakuh huffed, his anger quickly getting the better of him, “Don’t pretend to be interested in me if you ain’t.”

“Well, you don’t have to worry about that.” You touched his arm and smiled brightly, “I want to talk to you, and well, I came to say thank you for fixing my car. I did notice the oil change, and the windscreen wipers…and you fixed a dent over the wheel.”

“Well…Maybe I did fix those up for you.” He grumbled.

“At no extra cost as well.” You teased before patting him again, “Thank you. You did an amazing job.”

“No problem.” Rakuh grumbled before he looked at his beer and downed the rest of it, “Would you, uh, like to…”

“Give me your phone.” You snatched his large phone and typed in your number, “There. Now you don’t have to ask me for it.”

“Ah…Thank you.” Rakuh looked at your name in his phone and huffed a great laugh before he offered you the turkey leg off his plate, “’Ere. I don’t want it anyway.”

“Thank you but I’m alright too.” You held up your plate before pointing to the cake you made, “That’s the one I made. You should get some before your dad gets at it.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice.” You laughed as he rushed to beat Gurlog to the desserts.

“Rakuh! Give your ol’ man a piece of that chocolate cake!” Gurlog rumbled.

Shul appeared from the crowd again and grabbed her husband’s hand as Rakuh cut into the cake, “Diet, my darling.” She cooed annoyingly at Gurlog.

“Pa. You’ll eat the whole thing if ya start.” Rakuh sliced two pieces as his father continued to whittle on to his mother about how he could eat ‘just a little slice’.

“Had to near on fight ma Pa for a slice.” Rakuh joked as he returned, a small smile creasing his lips upwards as he passed you a slice of the cake. You took it from him and placed the cake next to you on the bench before you deposited your other food plate in the bin.

“I’m not surprised. He seemed very excited when I gave it to Shul.” You hummed as you picked up the chocolate cake and fetched two plastic forks. Rakuh took one from you and took a large piece of the cake into his mouth.

“This is delicious.” He said around the cake before taking another bite and humming.

You laughed around eating bites of your own cake as Rakuh finished one and got up for another, “Slow down! You’ll end up with cavities in your tusks!” You joked as he returned with another piece, “That or your dad will try and fistfight you for it.”

“Let him try.” Rakuh grunted, “This is great.” He pointed his fork to the cake before continuing to eat. You smiled up at the Orc before leaning against his shoulder and finishing your own slice of cake.

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hello! i reaaaaally really reaaalllllyyyy love your writing! I'd like to know how both clubs would react to their beloved texting them? it could be anything you want! I trust your creative mind:D i hope you're doing well~(´∩｡• ᵕ •｡∩`)

[Thank you so much, cinnamon bun ❤ that makes me really happy ^^. I'm doing very good, I hope you do too. Hobis picture didn't fit on here (TT), so I will post it by itself. 💕🍑]

Hoseok

The young boy layed on his silk sheets, on his four thousand dollar mahogany bed, while drowning in the sounds of his best friend. On his phone he kept repeatedly playing the recordings of their calls. Hearing their voice felt like heaven to him, if he could he'd make them talk forever just so he could dwell in the sound of their voice. Suddenly his euphoria was interrupted by a notification.

Y/n 💕

Have you got the homework for today?

If yes, could you please tell me, thanks.

He sat up and put on his glasses. Yes, it really was Y/n. Although they consider him a best friend, Hoseok still cannot stop his heart from racing in his chest. He quickly typed an answer and jumped up to send them a picture of his finnished work.

Seokjin

With his soft black hair pulled back my a fluffy, pink headband and him wearing an evenly fluffy but white bathrobe, he sat in his private bathroom and applied his expensive skincare products. He hummed and sang a bit [I love you, Y/n~] before being interrupted by his phone notifying him that he got a message.

Prince/ss 👑

Have you got the homework for today?

If yes, could you please tell me, thanks.

He immediately threw his fifty dollar "protection and hydration, for a longer lasting youthful look" cream away and hurried to type back. Why should his love have to do homework, when he'll have one of his butlers do it for them. Silly Y/n.

Yoongi

The newest Rap music blasting in his ears, Yoongi hugged a photo of Y/n, his gorgeous [not yet] lover, to his chest. He dispises most of the new music. It's all money, sex and parties, none of which has anything to do with him. He's an anti social virgin, who has to work two part time jobs to be able to provide for himself and his alcoholic mother. But in that moment he didn't care. The sobs escaping his mouth got interrupted by a notification, no one ever texts him.

Angel 🎶

Have you got the homework for today?

If yes, could you please tell me, thanks.

His red, watery eyes widen. They actually wrote him. They noticed little, boring him. Without thinking he typed a response and made his way to give them what they asked for.

Namjoon

The sound of a pen scraping against paper, leavibg behing dark blue, inky lines that are formed into neat writings. As student council president, Namjoon made sure to set an example to everyone. Diligent, devoted, intelligent, responsible Namjoon. Just as the last sentence was brought to an end, a notification popped up on his phone. He was going to ignore the message, but then spotted the name of the sender.

Darling ❤

Have you got the homework for today?

If yes, could you please tell me, thanks.

His pen rolled out of his hand and hit the polished floor of his room. His love just texted him. They asked for his help! Is he dreaming? He must be. Oh, how he longed for such a moment. He can finally be useful to his darling.

Jimin

The music came to a stop and so did Jimin. He pushed his pink hair out of his sweaty face, while whiping some of the sweat away with his already soaked shirt. The white fabric sticking uncomfortably to his body as he tried to catch his breath. After all there's no time for breaks, he has to impress his baby with his skills! But before he could start the music again, his phone buzzed in his backpack. He walked across the practice room with an annoyed look on his face.

Baby 🥰

Have you got the homework for today?

If yes, could you please tell me, thanks.

Jimins vision went hazy for a second and he lost balance. Now on the floor, he still stared at the message. His face flushed even more than before while thinking about their cute face, distraught at having forgotten the homework. He smiled and took a picture of him winking, making sure to take it so they could see his sweaty shirt, stuck to his back in the mirror. He'll send you it once he gets home, until then how about you talk for a bit?

Taehyung

The artistic boy kept his eyes on the canvas before him. His apron had multiple dried up colour stains, while fresh paint coated his fingertips. Some of the paint got smushed on his face as he brushed his bangs aside, while sone of the paint also got stuck in his locks as he tied them into a small bun. He stepped back, the painted face of his love smiling back at him made him break out into a lovestruck boxy grin. But then his phone buzzed and his smile immediately disappeared.

God/dess 🌹

Have you got the homework for today?

If yes, could you please tell me, thanks.

With his mouth slightly agape, his almond eyes stared at the slightly stained screen. Was he imagining things, was his god/goddess really giving him the chance to serve them. After a few seconds he snapped out of it and hurried to grab his homework.

Jeongguk

In the dark of the night, Jeongguk slouched through the streets. He just got in a fight, boxed the guy so hard that he broke his nose, arm and maybe a rib, just to leave that pathetic, shaking pile of shit whimpering on the ground. As the streetlights softly shone down on him, illuminating his face, he received a message.

Spouse 💍

Have you got the homework for today?

If yes, could you please tell me, thanks.

He stopped in his tracks. A cold wind surrounded him, messing up his hair even more. A bright smile appeared on his face, revealing his bunny like teeth. After jumping around and twirling once or twice he stopped to reply. He couldn't repress the laugh that escaped his dry throat. Now he only has to hurry home!

Jennie

She was feasting with her parents at the gisnt dinner table, but they completely disregarded her existence, only having eyes for each other. She chuckled and cleared her throat, catching her parents attention who bashfully laughed along with her. Jennies parents are exactly how she wishes her future marriage to be. They started talking when her phone notified her of a message.

Y/nie 😘

Have you got the homework for today, girl?

If yes, could you please tell me, thanks.

Before her mother could scold her on her lack of etiquette, she squealed in a high pitched note, that her Y/n just texted her. Of course, her parents knew about you as well as her feelings for you, they were the exact same when they were younger. They sighed lovingly and huddled together while their daughter excitedly texted her love.

Jisoo

Just a few minutes ago, she was busy going through all her Y/n pictures that have she took these past months [5732, not counting her digital copies]. She was just brushing her silky black hair when her phone let out that obnoxious tone. Jisoo snapped around to her phone on her bed, her 20th one this month [her phone keeps running out of storage room from all her photos, yet she refuses to delete any. So she just gets a new one once her current runs out if storage]. She looked at the screen.

My Muse

Have you got the homework for today, girl?

If yes, could you please tell me, thanks.

As soon as she read these messages, her expression brightened. He brush was thrown into a corner of her big room, making a clack sound as it hit the tiles. In a matter of seconds she typed her answer and send you the homework, as you requested.

Chaeyoung

Soft, gentle fingers stoked the strings on a wooden guitar, filling the room with a sweet melody. An angelic voice joined the guitar play, creating a fairytale like song. As it slowly came to an end, the girl to whom that angelic voice belongs, leans over to her nightstand, grabbing her phone. With longing eyes she stared at the screen while muttering please under her breath. Just then, she received a text message.

My Lovely Y/n 😊

Have you got the homework for today, girl?

If yes, could you please tell me, thanks.

She jumped up, placing the guitar on her bed while dancing around. Her eyes, filled with love and adoration, focused on the text. She took a screenshot and replied while singing out of happiness.

Lisa

After she had finished her last pirouette for the day, she scated off the ice to remove her scates. The young girl sat on the cold bench, letting her hair out of her bun, to flow over her shoulders in smooth waves. While removing her skates, she received a notification on her phone.

Sweetheart 🌸

Have you got the homework for today, girl?

If yes, could you please tell me, thanks.

Lisa smiled as she exchanged her ice skates for a pair of warm boots and placed them back to where they belong. While texting her love, she walked out with poise and flipped her hair back. Of course her love would rely on her. She is the most trustworthy person after all.

[syeko]

MariChat May: Day 4

@marichatmay

Read on AO3

Café au Chat

It was the fourth groan in the last five minutes that finally made Chat look up from his precious ball of yarn, ears twitching at the sound. Reluctantly, with one last look at the ball in his hands, he left his cozy mound of pink blankets that he’d stolen (borrowed) from Marinette to make his way to the pile of paper and fabrics that used to be his girlfriend.

“What’s wrong, Princess?”

He poked the pile in question, eyebrows raised as tired blue eyes peeked out at him from behind a bright red fabric. Chat smiled, gently pulling away the paper and scraps that covered the girl underneath, clawed hands finding her softer, smaller ones. Marinette sighed, either in relief at being freed from the paper cage or from exhaustion, Chat didn’t know.

Probably both.

A glance out her window showed that the sun was long gone, the stars twinkling down at them through the glass. Chat let out a hum, thinking.

“I’m never going to get these designs done in time,” Marinette’s shoulders slumped as she leaned against him, her mumbling indicative of just how tired she really was. The feline hero’s heart went out to the young fashion designer, knowing exactly how it feels to be swamped with a load too big and too heavy to carry alone. He reached out to brush the loose strands of midnight hair from her face, the pads of his thumb tracing the curve of her cheeks.

“Why don’t you take a break?”

But Marinette was already shaking her head resolutely, brows coming together in a frown.

“I can’t, Chaton,” she rested her forehead on his chest, and god she sounded so tired. Chat wrapped his arms around her, running the tips of his claws in loose circles across her back. He felt her shiver against him.

“Just five minutes, my love,” he implored, planting a kiss on the crown of her head. Baby blues looked into his emerald ones, the dark shadows underneath her eyes making him send silent threats to whoever dared dump such a taxing job on her. She pouted up at him, opening her mouth to no doubt protest but Chat leaned down to capture her lips with his before she could say anything.

Marinette’s squeak was muffled against the kiss, but it quickly died as she relaxed in his arms.

“No buts,” Chat whispered once they broke apart, and Marinette simply hummed, eyes closed. He bit his lip.

“Let’s go up to get some fresh air,” he suggested, “It’ll help you get the designs done faster if you give your mind a little time to process and take a break. Please? For your favourite cat?”

He could see the gears turning in her head, calculating, turning his words over.

An exhale left her, and she looked at him with a weary smile.

“Fine, but only for five minutes,”

Chat smirked, allowing himself a mental fist pump.

“Of course, Princess,”

The two made quick work of slipping out of Marinette’s trap door, with Chat practically carrying the ravenette up and setting her down on her lounge chair. The night air was warm, the slightest of breezes washing over them and rustling their hair.

Chat watched as Marinette closed her eyes, taking in a few deep breaths of the sweet Paris air. The lights of the city rivaled the stars, basking the two in a warm yellow light and Chat smiled at such a peaceful sight, the warm toned hues complimenting the dark midnight blues of Marinette’s hair, the paleness of her skin soaking in the colour beautifully. Slowly, the tenseness of her shoulders disappeared, the creases between her brows unfolding and Chat let out a slight breath as he unashamedly took pleasure in seeing her relax. Still, his mind searched for a way to help her out further, knowing she still probably had a long night of designing ahead.

Looking out at the buildings beyond the bakery, his eyes caught onto a cute little late night café. Chat squinted, unable to see any movement or crowd through the wide windows. He grinned.

Purrfect.

“Hey Princess? I’ll be right back,”

“Where are you going? I said only five minutes-”

Chat clasped his hands tightly, bottom lip jutting out as he put on what had been dubbed the forbidden ‘puppy-cat’ face making Marinette cross her arms.

“I promise it’s not far! Only a few minutes.”

“Fine, fine. Ten minutes Cinderella,” she waved him off, unable to keep the smile off her face.

Chat beamed immediately.

With a haste press of his lips to her knuckles, the cat hero was gone.

~~~~~

Marinette watched the black leather clad hero disappear beyond her balcony railings with a fond smile for a moment before she leaned back to close her eyes while she waited for her silly prince to return.

True to his word, it couldn’t have been more than a couple minutes before she heard the pads of his boots touching down carefully onto her balcony. A moment later her nose caught on the soothing scent of coffee and cream, her eyes snapping open. Chat stood in front of her, grinning widely. Marinette laughed lightly at the sight, getting up to take the tray of cups from him, his thoughtfulness making something warm and lovely tingle underneath her skin, no doubt making her cheeks reddened.

“What did you bring me, Kitty?” Marinette leaned up to press her lips to his in thanks, the goofy grin never leaving her chaton’s face the entire time, and Marinette realized, perhaps belatedly, that it was Chat’s I’m going to make a pun grin.

“Well Princess, tonight’s special was Café au Chat,” he winked, looking a little too proud of himself, but Marinette laughed anyway, feeling lighter than she had all evening.

“I love you, Chaton,”

He looked at her so softly, Marinette wasn’t sure which was hotter, her or the coffee in her hands.

“I love you too, Marinette,” he kissed her, gentle as the late night Paris breeze. Emerald eyes twinkled. They stood together for a moment longer, simply enjoying each other’s company before Chat squeezed her shoulder.

“Feeling better?”

Marinette nodded, “Thank you, Chaton,”

“Anytime, darling,” he replied easily before smirking crookedly at her, “Now, ready to blow away everyone with some absolutely clawsome designs?”

Marinette grinned, flicking his bell, “Let’s go kick some designer butt, Kitty”

[swiss-cheeze]

What Gube Wore || Matthew Gray Gubler

Request: YES/NO: I asked the Instagram account whatgublerwore if I was able to use a few of their posts (as well as a few I asked for specifically) and they agreed!

Gender: they/them, none.

Warnings: uh, cute? Kissing, Gube being Gube.

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‘Can we go for a walk?’ you had asked, ‘of course, after I finish learning this scene babe,’ he said. Oh yeah, walk, AN HOUR AGO. All you wanted to do was to take a walk in the nearby park, frolic in the flowers and then walk home in the dark with Matthews arm wrapped around your shoulders as you try not to fall asleep on him.

That's it, that's all.

You loved him with every fibre of your being, for five years of course you did, DO. But goddamn can Gube be annoying.

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Puppy.

Fish.

Matthew at a red carpet two years ago.

Criminal Minds.

Cosplay.

Puppies.

This is what graced your instagram page as you scrolled through that little magnifying glass at the bottom of your screen. Scrolling. Scrolling. Scrolling. God, it was endless! You let out a little huff as you put your arm down beside you, phone still in hand, and let your head fall back on the top of the couch. You could hear Matthew rehearsing upstairs for one of the newer movies he recently got cast in; Gube did allow you to rehearse lines with him every now and then when he needed it, bounding down the stairs with a ‘BABE HELP’ before shoving the paper into your chest, telling you what to read and where to end before bounding back up to his office for another few hours, however that was not the case today. Picking up the dreaded block of wires and battery you scrolled to the top of the discovery page, pulled down and waited for the pictures to load, however as soon as the pictures did load, one caught your eye. You cocked an eyebrow as you pressed on it; a half picture of Gube and the shirt he had on and the other half was the shirt he was wearing in the picture.

‘Whatgublewore’, was the name. You cocked an eyebrow as you clicked onto the profile, and sure enough there was 29 posts of shirts that Gube had worn, that teddy bear face coin purse (you swore you saw that purse not a day ago), sweatshirts, jackets, a cup and that orange and black scarf of his you loved. They were all there including the real names as well as ebay listings or prices from the actual website, you couldn't help the smile that spread on your face as you went through every single post, looking at the listings as well as the names and liking the ones you, well...liked, obviously. It didn't cross your mind that yourself and Matthew had been out about your relationship for the past 4 years and whoever ran the account would see that ‘(Y/n)_Gube’ would be liking their posts...whoops? You shrugged at the thought as you finally got to the end of the posts, and followed the account as a devious plan crossed your mind, an evil grin replaced the previous happy smirk as you got off the leather couch and bounced to Matthews office.

“Guuubbeeee~” you sang from outside the door with the ‘shave and a haircut’ knock. You could hear the rustling of Matthew as he put down his script, possibly his journal, what sounded like a few pencils and another book? (possibly his art book?). The oak door opened and you were met with a disheveled looking Matthew; hair sticking in every angle and matted, sweaty, but still smiling.

“Hey darling, you okay?” he asked, you gave out a laugh as you pushed Matthew back into the room and walked straight for the unopened window.

“You have to learn to open the window in this room Gube, remember last time?” you questioned as you opened the window, a nice gust of wind rustling the sill, curtains and loose papers as Matthew let out a soft sigh from the sudden coldness in the room.

“What? Me passing out? No not at all,” Matthew said with a laugh as he played with his shirt before sitting back down in front of his desk and picking up a blue colour pencil, you shook your head as your devious plan rolled itself onto its back in your mind.

“Gube, you said we would go for a walk when you finished the scene!” you huffed softly like a little child as the scratching of Matthews pencil came to a halt and he placed his head in his hands on his desk, your face fell. He was exhausted, “oh...babe,”

“Im sorry,” the small whisper came from Matthew as he rubbed his hands over his face, “Darling i am really sorry,”

“Oh sweets,” you mumbled as you padded softly to the man in front of you, your hands coming onto Matthews shoulders and rubbing the tension and knots out of them, Matthew groaning appreciatively, “come on babe, it's not too late; let's go for a walk to the park and get some ice cream” you kissed the side of Matthews head softly before going lower down his ear. Leaving butterfly kisses to the side of his neck, down his collarbone before giving a little nip and quickly kissing your boyfriend's cheek, his hearty laugh bubbling from his throat.

“Yeah come on, grab some shoes let's go to the park,” Matthew said happily as he stood up but you blocked his walk way, a cocked eyebrow was all you got.

“Can I wear your Coach Western Parka with fringe from the 2018 fall slash winter collection?” you questioned with a shit eating grin, Matthews mouth dropped open for a moment before closing, opening, closing and opening again as his finger came up to point at you, took a breath before clothing his mouth again.

“My what?” Matthew questioned, completely oblivious and confused, you giggled.

“That jacket you wore to the Horse Girl premier earlier this year!” your excited voice rang out, Matthew winced slightly with a laugh.

“Right, that one, of course! How could i forget” Matthew said with a laugh as he put a finger in his ear and wiggled it, “huh? I'm sorry? What? I can't hear you, my girlfriend made me deaf” Matthew said with a laugh as you giggled with him, giving a little ‘im sorry’ before Matthew shook his head and quickly picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder and walking to your shared bedroom. Your loud screams of ‘GUBE’, ‘PUT ME DOWN’, and ‘TWIG’ seemed to go on deaf (pun definitely intended) ears as you hit Matthews butt softly, after a few seconds of Matthew walking (seemingly taking the long route to the bedroom) you started to just play with his nice rounded butt, hitting it like bongos while making ‘boop boop boop’ sounds. “You good back there?” Matthews asked, aliebt loud so you could hear what he was saying.

“Perfectly fine besides the dizziness of my blood rushing to my head!” you said with a laugh before Matthew finally got to the bedroom and placed you down on the shared bed, walking to the wardrobe he found the jacket you requested and threw it to you from across the room before the two of you started moving around the room/house; grabbing shoes, keys, purses or wallets as well as Matthew quickly shoving on a jumper he left from earlier in the day before heading out the door for a nice relaxing walk...plus ice cream!

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About a week passed since you asked specifically for Matthews clothing and since then you hadn't asked for them by name, just taking what you wanted because you knew Gube wouldn't mind either way, but as the two of you where getting ready to go shop in a few new thrift stores as well as the newly opened ‘The Smell Of Old Books And Coffee’ cafe; buy, read or rent books while drinking your favourite drink or cakes, only rule? You spill it, you buy it. You grinned as you swiped through that same instagram page before finally landing on something good, you liked the photo, read the title a few times and then closed the app and your phone and shoving it into your jeans pocket as Matthew walked into the bedroom.

“You ready doll?” Matthew asked as he put away a few of your stray shirts, you smiled.

“Yeah, can i just borrow your Vintage Tuak Canada Wool Sweater?” you asked with a devilish grin as Matthews face broke out in a smile too.

“Okay, what's up with you?” Matthew asked as he stood in front of you, “how do you know all these names suddenly that I can't even remember or know?”

“I have my ways~” you singed, “gray zip up sweater with what looks like brown snowflakes on it,” you said describing the jacket, Matthews eyebrows rose in confusion.

“Gotta give me-”

“You spilt orange juice on it when we went on a breakfast date in the winter two years ag-”

“YEP OKAY” Matthew said quickly, remembering the embarrassing moment instantly, you laughed as you put a finger in your ear and wiggled it.

“I'm sorry? Did you say something? I think my boyfriend screamed so loud HE MADE ME DEAF” you yelled at the end of your sentence jokingly as Matthew rubbed the sweater on your face, muffling your laugh.

“Blah blah!” Matthew said as you took the jumper and slid it on, zipping it up halfway before walking out with Spencer to the shops, your evil plan still dwindling in your mind.

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You waited another two, almost three weeks before asking for another article of clothing; this time it was for an radio interview for the both of you, ‘celebrities and their relationships: Matthew Gray Gubler and (Y/n) (L/n)!’.

“BAAAABBBBBEEEEEEE” your loud voice rang out from the kitchen as you heard the tell tale sign of Matthew footsteps moving towards you, his head popping out from a doorway making you laugh as his hair bounced.

“Wassup?” Matthew questioned.

“Can I wear your blue blue japan woven rayon MT. fuji & sakura fubuki short sleeve shirt?” you questioned, “jesus christ that was a mouthful i didn't even think i would get out,” you said with a deep breath and a laugh, Matthew was laughing too with that beautiful smile of his.

“You gotta tell me what shirt that is love,” Matthew said as he finally came to lean against the door frame.

“Blue shirt, you wore it in japan for your book tour,” you said with a grin, “cherry blossom petals-”

“GOT IT” Matthew exclaimed from the hallway as he ran to the bedroom, you waited a few moments and sipped at the juice you had in front of you before hearing Matthews footsteps coming back and into the kitchen with the shirt you requested.

“Thank youuu~” you kissed Matthews cheek on your tiptoes before pulling the shirt over your head and tucking it into your pants.

“You gonna tell me how you know the names of all of these shirts or still keep me in the dark?” Matthew asked as he fingered the collar of your (his) shirt.

“Imma keep you in the dark a little longer” you said with a sigh and sweet smile before Matthew rolled his eyes teasingly and beant to kiss your forehead.

“Alright fine, you gotta tell me soon though” Matthew mumbled softly, you kissed the man's chin as it was the only thing you could reach with his lips on your forehead.

“I will, promise” you said softly, “I just like messing with you, you know that,” Matthew finally released your forehead as you looked at him, your eyes beamed with love and mischief as Matthew smiled before tugging you out of the house and towards the interview.

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Again a few weeks past before you asked for another article of clothing of Spencers, this time it was for a cute little local carnival that the two of you agreed to go to, and you just thought this little number would be cute for people to see, so, you bounced to Matthew who was in the kitchen pouring a cup of coffee.

“Oh no, did the body come back alive?” Matthew asked as he added sugar with a grin.

“Oh shit yeah, i had to uh, kill someone else cuz they saw me burying the other one” you said with a laugh, this was an inside joke of course and you two didnt actually kill anyone, Matthew laughed as he took a mouthful of his coffee and leant against the kitchen counter.

“Okay, what do you want this time my little duckling?” Matthew asked, the nickname made you grin wider at the irony.

“Since we’re about to leave for the carnival~” you singsonged as you cozied up to Matthew, him looking down at you with such love and adoration, “could i wear your Ralph Lauren Mallard Sweater?” you asked with a knowing look.

“And what sweater is this exactly?” Matthew asked as he kissed the top of your head and wrapped his arms around you, coffee cup still in hand.

“The ducks!” you happily exclaimed, Matthew made a ‘ah’ sound.

“Should've known,” Matthew laughed, “i'll go grab it while you pack the car?” your boyfriend asked, you gave a nod, kissed his cheek and bounced off to the car to start packing. A few minutes passed and of course Matthew came out with the sweater of your request, handed it to you, gave you a loving kiss against the car and then got in; driving off to the carnival.

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The two of you flopped through the door of Matthews ‘haunted tree house’, showbags, teddies and food tucked under each of your arms and a few bags in your mouth for extra space (Matthew had laughed when he asked where the last few bags would go and suggested a second trip but of course, you being you said two trips where for losers and simply opened your mouth, and of course Matthew didn't say no). The bags rustled as they where put down on the couch and you stood around for a little, taking in the day as you pulled out your phone and scrolled through the numerous photos you had taken; on the ferris wheel, darts, milk bottles, a few with fans (those made you smile the most).

“Why are you smiling at your phone doll?” Matthew asked as he somehow morphed next to you, you grinned.

“The photos from today,” you showed the photos on your phone to Matthew who giggled at a few and pointed into some others at peoples passing faces that he thought was funny, but, his laugh was caught short when you swiped across for another photo without realising that that new photo was of Matthews Cherry Blossom shirt, and it was an instagram screenshot.

“Babe whats that?” he took your phone as you protested against him, swiping for the piece of tech, Matthew swiped a few more times and sure enough there was more, specifically of the previous items of clothing you'd asked for in the passing week. He turned to you with a confused look, “okay, cats out of the bag, what's this?” Matthew questioned, you huffed slightly but agreed, the cat was indeed out of the bag.

“Okay okay, i found this account,” you paused and took the phone from Matthew and moved it to Instagram, “here,” you showed the account to Matthew who idly scrolled through the few hundred posts, “they came across my suggested page and i thought they were so cool,” you shrugged feeling slightly embarrassed, “they do a lot of research for what you wear and have and i think it's just a really cool thing that they do and other people also buy what you've worn and it gets those brands out to more people and all of that good stuff and...yeah” you shrugged, “i'm sorry” you mumbled.

“What? No sweetheart, don't say sorry, this is like amazing!” Matthew exclaimed as he brought you in for a hug, “this account is amazing,” Matthew reached into his pocket and brought out his own phone and found the clothing account, “‘Whatgublewore’?” he laughed, “that's one way to put it,” and with that Matthew followed the account as he handed back your own phone.

“You do realise the heart attack you're going to give that person who runs that account right?” you asked with a chortful laugh as Matthew had realisation all over his face.

“Shit,” he thought for a moment.

“Send them a message Gube,” you said knowingly with a laugh.

“RIGHT, yeah that would be a good idea wouldn't it?” Matthew said with a laugh and a smile as he brought up the messaging box.

‘Hello!

Yes this is the real Matthew Gray Gubler.

Thank you so much for this account! It's amazing that my fans do these sorts of things, it's slightly weird but weird is good. (Y/n) found your account and for the past few weeks has been asking for certain shirts, jumpers and sweaters with their exact names because of your account!

It's amazing that you've done this and I encourage you to continue.

Don't be afraid to message me if you get stuck, i can send photos of the tags and...stuff, lol.

Thanks,

Gube.’

“How's that?” Matthew asked you, you scanned the message and smiled.

“I think they’ll love it,” you said with a nod, Matthew grinned as he sent the message and turned off his phone.

“Well i think that's enough phone time for one day,” Matthew said he he plucked your phone from your hands amongst your protests, “how about we go up to our room with all the candy we've got, watch movies and eat ourselves into a sugar rush slash sugar coma”

“That sounds brilliant” you agreed as the two of you started gathering the candy into one bag (leaving the others on the couch for you to deal with tomorrow), grabbing a water bottle each from the fridge you always have stored (reusable don't worry) and headed up to your shared room to start binge watching...well, whatever you wanted really.

[tommysparker]

Man In Leather

Harrison Osterfield x Fem!Reader

A/N: Woah, two fics in a row? Crazy I know. Anyways, here is the LONG awaited fic! I’m sorry it took so long to write, but here it is. Black&White CH.2 will be the main focus of my writing until I get it done, so stay tuned for whenever the hell that comes out. Till then, enjoy :)

Warnings: smut, couple no-no words, Harrison going commando in leather pants, fluff at the end and a bit of pining, kind of Grease!AU, hints of sub!haz, bad porn with an even worse plot

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The music was loud, the people were drunk, and you were hanging around the snack table while scanning the room, solo cup filled with death juice in hand. Totally normal Friday night. 

Your friends had left to go mingle, but not before encouraging you to find someone to get busy with, someone to get your mind off of him.  

Your mind wandered at the thought of him. Taken back to the summer nights on the beach, the sound of waves crashing against rocks as you cuddled on the bench-swing. Those late nights and early mornings filled with passion and intimacy…only to be ripped away when autumn decided to fall. 

“Well well well, if it isn’t Y/n Y/L/N,” a british accent sang over the music. 

You turned your head to see the infamous Tom Holland, with Greg Birks and a boy you didn't recognize standing behind him. 

“Tommy, long time no see,” you smiled. Tom had been a close friend of yours growing up, but grew apart under...unfortunate circumstances. “Thought you were too cool to hangout at shitshows like this?”

Tom laughed, “Only you would call one of the biggest parties on the block a “shitshow” darling. I’m actually here because a certain person wanted to see you,” his eyes glanced back at the guy standing next to Greg. 

The boy stepped forward, and you nearly fainted right there after one look. 

Harrison James Fucking Osterfield...in leather pants. 

The blue-eyed boy stood composed, but on the inside you knew he was nervous. A cigarette hung loosely from his lips, which was new. Who were you kidding, everything about the person that stood in front of you was new. 

Last time you saw Harrison, he was wearing a cream-coloured sweater and sweatpants, hair messy and glasses pushed up on the bridge of his nose. And now, a year later, here he was. Except this time decked out in a leather jacket and white-tee, pants that honestly did not look comfortable, hair gelled back and eyes illuminated by the flashing lights. 

It took a few seconds for the initial shock to wear off before you collected yourself. “H-Haz I-...I didn’t recognize you, um, you look good.” You mentally cursed yourself for stuttering. Get it together Y/L/N. 

Harrison smiled, taking in your appearance while his mind went back to the time you spent together. No matter what you were, or weren’t, wearing, you always looked incredible from his perspective. “Hi Y/n…” 

Tom took one glance between you two before pulling on Greg’s arm. “We’ll let you two catch up,” he not-so-subtly winked at Haz before soon being swallowed by the crowd of pissed partiers

The air suddenly became stiff once it was just you and him, neither of you knowing what to say next. Harrison fiddled with the silver ring on his finger, something you quickly took notice of. 

“That’s new...I mean, well everything about you is new. What happened to Haz who wore knit-jumpers and spec?” You questioned, genuinely curious how and more importantly why the sudden transformation from ‘library nerd’ to ‘biker gang’. 

He smiled shyly, rubbing the back of his neck as he spoke. “Yeah well, the boys thought it was time for a makeover...d-do you like it?” He studied your face, hoping for a positive reaction. 

You took in his attire again, except this time with more focus on how the material hugged his legs and arms tightly, and how the white-tee really brought out his eyes in the dim light, and how fucking sexy he looks with his hair gelled back like that. Oh yeah, you definitely like it. 

A wave of confidence flooded your body as you grabbed the sides of his face and crashed your lips onto his. Haz, startled at first but quickly came back to his senses, kissed back almost immediately. The familiar feeling of your lips moulding with his brought back so many memories. 

Stolen kisses before bed, hands all over each other, you pushing him onto the bed, holding his arms up and-- 

You were the first to pull away, breathing slightly heavier and a small smile forming at the corner of your mouth. “let me show you how much I love it.” You whispered in his ear, placing a gentle kiss at the edge before taking his hand and maneuvering your way to the upstairs rooms. Luckily for you, the owner of the house was a friend of a friend, so you had no problem finding a place with a decent sized bed. 

Harrison followed you eagerly, more recollections passing through his mind as he felt his pants become tighter than they already were. The whole journey up the stairs was a mess between quick kisses and tripping over one another, but a remaining constant was his hand laced into yours, without any objections. 

Once you both stumbled into the empty room and closed the door, Harrison pulled you into a needy make-out session. Your back was pressed against the wall while your hands wandered beneath the leather jacket, feeling his toned muscle through the thin shirt. Meanwhile, the blue-eyed boy gripped your hips, squeezing the love-handles gently causing a light hum to emit from your vocal cords. His fingers gently tugged at the hem of your shirt, and that’s when you knew it was time. The music from downstairs drowned out from both your awareness, in that moment the only thing you could focus on was each other and the burning desire that was cutting the tension in the room. 

Hesitantly, you pushed Harrison off of you, not missing the soft whine he let out and the slightly hurt expression he wore on his face. It, however, was quickly replaced with a smile when crossed your arms over and pulled your top off slowly. His eyes drank in every part of your torso, thinking how someone like him ever got the chance to score someone like you.

Little did he know, you were thinking the same thing. 

Once your shirt was tossed aimlessly across the room, you swiftly recaptured his lips with yours and carefully guided yourselves to the bed. Harrison followed your lead, walking backwards until his legs hit the frame and he fell on to the mattress. 

Unfazed, you climbed on top of him, like a predator about to pounce on its prey. Your body hovered over his, breathing in sync as you straddled his waist. His hands went to grab your waist again, however they were quickly pushed above his head and into the duvet. Naturally, he didn’t expect anything less, and the dark look in your eyes only excited him further. 

“You gonna be a good boy for me, Hazzy?” You asked, smirking when you felt something twitch against your core. Seriously, who let this man wear these pants?

  The boy beneath you nodded. He knew how this worked. You were always in control, always the top, even when you weren’t. No matter how many times he’s gone down on you, it’s you who always has the authority. He wanted to be good for you, to please you like no one but him could. He wanted more than a summer fling or casual hook-up, he wanted you to be his. Only fitting seeing as, though you may not have realized it, he was already yours. 

The whole reason he asked Tom to help him change his ‘style’ was to get you to take interest in him again. You were always on his mind and he needed to do everything in his power to win you back in his life, even if that meant playing dress up in order to look more appealing. 

Harrison was pulled out of his thoughts by the feeling your lips on his neck, hot kisses trailing up and down his throat. The sensation alone was enough to grab the attention of the little guy. 

You smiled slyly as you left marks on his neck, biting and sucking on the spots you knew would gain the most reaction. The blue-eyed boy let out breathy moans beneath you, hands switching from resting on the bed, your waist, your thighs, finally settling on cupping your breasts through your bra. You sat up as he squeezed the material gently, reaching around to unclip the undergarment while Harrison struggled to take the jacket off. 

Harrison heard you chuckle in amusement, blushing lightly as he finally managed to free his arm from the gripping sleeve. He didn’t hesitate to follow up by removing his shirt from the equation, which was much easier considering he was smart for once and put on a loose-fitting tee to give himself some breathing room. 

You stared shamelessly at the now-shirtless man in front of you, and all-be-damned if the greek gods didn’t bless him overnight with that gorgeous build. Holy shit, is the only thing you could think of as your fingers grazed over his torso, fingers tracing every ab and indent. 

Harrison squirmed under you, hips bucking up ever so slightly. He was slowly starting to get desperate and really needed any form of friction, so he took to grabbing your waist and grinding up into you, letting out a small sigh at the relief. 

You gasped quietly at the sudden sensation, instinctively moving your hips in sync so you were moving in unison, the sounds of small moans filling the room. You resumed your previous actions, planting your lips on different areas on the boy’s throat, slowly moving further down to his collarbone, a.k.a the sweet spot.  

Harrison mewled when he felt your teeth graze against the area, nipping and licking some of his most sensitive places. His hips moved faster while the grip on you tightened as he tried to get you to do the same. However, this apparently wasn’t the ideal. 

You grabbed his wrists, pushing them into the mattress above his head. You adored how he willingly let you do this, even though he could easily turn the tables with the amount of muscle the boy packed, he still continued to submit to your needs. “Getting needy, baby boy?” 

He nodded his head quickly, shifting beneath you. “Pants off, now.” 

“Not with that attitude,” you teased, letting go of his hands and moving your own down to his belt.

Harrison rolled his eyes, a smile forming on his clean-shaven face. “Please will you take off my pants before they’re too tight to move in?” 

You grinned, “Atta boy.” 

Hooking your fingers under the waistband, slowly pulling down the piece of clothing, Haz lifting his hips to aid the process. You struggled a bit, whacking yourself in the head with your arm more than once, earning a couple giggles from both parties, before finally getting past the -ahem- obstacle that prevented you from removing the material. 

Harrison audibly sighed in relief, happy to be free from his restraints. 

And to your surprise, his cock slapped against his lower-stomach, red and already leaking from the head. “Going commando, handsome? You dirty boy.” 

The flustered boy could only smile coyly, “In my defence, it was the easiest way to put those bloody things on.” 

“That’s fair,” you replied as you wrapped your hand around the swollen member and stroked it lightly. 

Haz let out a shaky breath, head leaning back as his eyes fell shut. Memories flashed before his eyes. 

Your mouth on his cock, moving your head up and down swiftly while he writhed beneath you. You held eye-contact, mischievous and confidence powering your every move. 

The feeling of your thighs shaking against his shoulders as he ate you out like it was the last meal he’d ever have, small whimpers coming from above while he rubbed his thumb against your clit. 

His hold on your ass as you rode him, kneading the flesh and overall desperate for something to hold on to. Your breasts bouncing in front of his eyes, a hand on his chest while the other gripped his hip. 

The sound of soft drawn out moans filling his ears. The feel of constantly being right on the edge, your walls squeezing him perfectly, his muscles twitching. Both backs arched in unison, a silent cry being released into the air as you both flew into total bliss. 

In real time, his body was reacting to the thoughts, as if he was really experiencing each scenario. Before he knew it, Harrison’s moans grew louder as he approached his climax, he looked down at you and immediately flung his head back into the pillow, the sight of you being too much to handle. 

Your tongue circled his tip, one hand pumping vigorously while the other massaged his balls. His cock twitched against your touch, but before it could reach it’s breaking point you eased up, retracting any stimulation provided and watched in amusement as Haz whined. 

“Oh come on! I was so close…” 

“I know,” You said while sitting up. “You didn’t think I would let you cum so soon, did you?” 

Harrison shook his head slowly, blue eyes dark with lust as he watched you shimmy out of your bottoms. He took in your image, every piece of you being painted in his mind like a beautiful muse. Every stretch mark, every battle scar, your body was like a drug he was addicted to.

You straddled his waist, this time bare skin against bare skin, grinding against him. You moaned every time your clit caught against his tip. Leaning down, your mouth explored every part of his torso, tongue circling his nipples before sliding up and tracing his collarbone, your lips leaving love bites in its wake. The sight of him under you, all marked up was enough to put an end to your own game. Afterall, you were teasing yourself just as much as you were teasing him. 

Harrison, as if sensing what was about to happen next, held your hips and gave them a gentle squeeze. “Th-there’s condoms in my pocket...either my jacket or pants, don’t remember.” 

“Seems to me like you planned this,” You said as you got up and started searching through the discarded clothing. 

The boy blushed, “Well I knew you would be here so... thought might as well take the chance,” he shrugged, subtly eyeing your ass when you bent over to pick up his jacket. 

You hummed in response, smiling when you found the small square packet. You were about to put the leather down, but instead decided to put it on. You shivered a bit when the cold material touched your skin, turning around to see Harrison gaping at your new look. 

“You...look really hot in that.”

You chuckled, climbing back on top and tearing the plastic away with your teeth. “According to you, I look hot in everything.” 

“I’m not wrong though,” He grinned, biting his lip as he felt the latex slide down his cock. It wasn’t always ideal, but better safe than sorry. 

In one swift motion, you connected like two puzzle pieces, a perfect fit. His tip nudging that spot inside you without even trying. You both let out a sigh at the familiar feeling, not moving, just letting the memory of sex on the beachhouse balcony pass through your minds, all the moments of enjoying each others presence in pure bliss. 

Your own bodies betray the wishful thinking of staying in the moment. You clench around him and he moans lightly, and a simple sound like that was all you needed to set off that fire boiling inside your core. 

You raise your hips until only the head of his cock is in and sink back down on his length, setting a passionate yet frantic pace, your heart wanting to feel every second but your brain forcing your body to tend to its pleasurable needs. 

The room feels silent, save for sounds that follow your actions. Neither of you hear the people downstairs, nor can you feel the vibrations of the music blasting through speakers. You only hear each other’s moans, feel each other’s touch. 

It goes by in a blur. At one point his mouth was on your breast, your hand was on his throat, both of you lost in the time spent together. 

After all was done, you both laid in the other’s embrace, his hand playing with your hair while you traced shapes on his naked chest, the warm leather jacket increasing the sense of security you felt around him. 

“You know…” You spoke suddenly, breaking the otherwise comfortable silence that had settled between the two of you, “You don’t have to change your clothes just to get me into you.” 

Harrison tensed a little, unsure where this conversation was headed. “Yeah…? I-I guess I just figured since you were into the whole ‘Greaser’ look more...if I was like that then...maybe you’d...uh...go out with me? For real this time.” 

You smiled, leaning up to place a gentle kiss on his now-swollen lips. “You div, if you asked months ago you would’ve known I don’t care about what kind of pants you wear. I just want the Harrison I had last summer…” 

The blue-eyed boy smiled back, “Then you have him...you’ve always had him, darling.” 

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Happy Birthday Harrison!!

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For me

fandom: yuri on ice!!!

pairing: viktor x yuuri

word count: 6.4k

genres: established relationship, hurt/comfort, fluff

description: our favourite couple for the first time since s1 makes it both to the tournament, both as ice skaters this time. yuuri is sent to rostelekom cup, whereas viktor was selected to skate on the china cup. how will they sort out their separation and what will happen on the grand prix? will they finally debut as lovers-opponents on ice?

“What?!” Yuri exclaimed, his eyes flushing open even more violently than they were before, his gaze shooting from Viktor and back at the tv in the living room.

“Well, you heard it, I got selected to participate in China Cup and you in Rostelekom Cup, Yuuri,” his husband shrugged with a light smile, leaning in for another kiss as they were laying both on the sofa, cuddling under the same blanket.

“Nononono, how can you be so calm about this?!” Yuuri pulled away from him, intensely continuing in watching ice-skating news.

“We still have Grand Prix to attend together, I doubt either of us won’t make it there, dumpling,” he mused, at least brushing his lover’s cheek with his fingers.

“Are you going away from each other for at least a week then?!” yelled Yuuri’s ballet teacher from the armchair behind them, quickly hopping to their side.

“I don’t know! Apparently!” yelped dark haired guy, now being violently shaken by Minako.

If you didn’t know, currently the worldwide famous couple Yuuri Katsuki and Viktor Nikiforov were on a short holiday from all the training and skating, residing at Katsuki family house, just enjoying their time together.

Because both of them were often abroad, they left Makkachin here, since Yuuri’s family takes an excellent care of him and a happy doggo has a lot of space to run around the place.

So now he was loved by these two over the moon, being kissed and patted all the time.

Ever since they returned they were always surrounded by Katsuki family, the only time when they were truly alone was when they got out of the house and went for a walk in nature or at night in their shared room.

It might seem like a lot, but they were doing just fine, everything was perfect.

Viktor was talking about “debuting” together both as ice-skaters at the tournament for the first time and Yuuri got fired up by the idea as well.

They foolishly believed that they would be able to do it even before Grand Prix.

But destiny has its own way and now they’ll have to wait.

So that’s why the younger man was so emotional about the news, while Viktor was just sure that their “debut” together will happen a bit later than they anticipated.

He was calm, when Yuuri was worried, he was angry when his partner was reassuring. They were really the perfect couple.

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Soon enough it was time to part as they arrived at the airport.

“Babe, why did you go with me this early?” Viktor smiled tenderly at his partner, placing a light peck on his cheek, “Are you forgetting that I’m the one who’s accustomed to flights and not you?” he kept smiling sweetly, looking at his husband, eyes filled with love and affection.

Yuuri was hardly listening to any of the things that were being said to him, his eyelids basically glued together, blue-ish bags under them - clearly all this rolling around in bed wasn’t because he was dreaming about something, he simply wasn’t sleeping.

Viktor’s flight was at 4am, yet he looked like he was just freshly out of the spa salon, hair on fleek, light make-up made, outfit styled.

Yuuri’s flight was, on the contrary, at 9am, so he could easily still be sleeping in their cosy bed, but he really wanted to be with his love as long as he could.

“You’re adorable,” Nikiforov said, chuckling to himself and then hugged him tightly, only then letting his guard down and actually biting his lower lip, eyes filling with sadness, “I’m going to miss you, Yuuri,” he sighed near his ear.

The man in his arms got a bit more wide awake by that, clutching his coat and trying to get closer to him, even though their bodies were already pressed firmly together.

“Viktor.. best of luck. I love you so much,” he said quietly, breathing his familiar scent while being snuggled in the crook of his neck, eyes closed.

“I love you too, baby,” he answered and pulled away, encouraging smile already plastered on his face.

He wants to give all the strength to his husband so he doesn’t have to worry about him.

“You need to go already, come on..” Yuuri nodded at him, shooing him away, trying to fight tears.

It’s just a week, come on!.. he thought to himself, wobbly smile threatening to fall any second.

“Okay, okay. See you very soon,” he leaned in for the quick kiss and then pulled away, dragging his silver coloured luggage by the handle, waving and sending air-kisses, not letting their eye-contact fall until the very end.

Yuuri felt tears rolling down his cheeks and he let himself have this little cry in the middle of the airport at 4am, after a while just waddling towards the closest chair and collapsing there, falling asleep.

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Both of the parties made it safely to their destinations, settling into hotels and making themselves comfortable.

As soon as Viktor was free, Yuuri felt his phone ring and immediately jumped to it from his bed, hitting answer with a camera.

“My love, how did Saint Petersburg welcome you?” Viktor asked excitedly, for some reason with a glass of champagne in his skinny hands.

The man on the other end was instantly reminded of the memory of numerous insisting taxi drivers offering him a ride to wherever he needed for a cheap price, then some older women bickering in the public transport, but most importantly one little girl that recognised him as a “famous ice skater who married our Vitya Nikiforov” and wanted to take a picture with him. To which he obliged happily, even though he was tired from the road.

“Wonderfully,” he answered with a warm smile, looking at his phone screen, wishing the man he’s seeing was right next to him right now.

“Amazing to hear that,” he sipped on the bubbly liquid and smiled, even though his eyes were clearly indicating how much he’s battling sadness.

“Viktor?..” Yuuri started, kinda nervous. He wasn’t the confrontational type, really.

But he felt like his other half was trying to put on a brave face just so he doesn’t have to worry, but Katsuki did feel all his sadness even miles away.

At that, Viktor’s blue eyes shifted to look at him directly.

“Look.. I’m sad that we can’t be together right now, especially during the tournament time,” Japanese said, rubbing his hands in front of himself, “but I feel like you’re trying to act that it doesn’t bother you that much, maybe.. for me not to worry about you?”

Nikiforov’s thin brows knitted together, glass being slowly put aside.

“But you don’t have to do that. We can be.. I don’t know, sad together? I still see your longing in the eyes, you can’t really hide that,” he concluded softly, smiling almost apologetically, that he had to make this into such a big deal.

It looked as if some weight was literally lifted from Viktor’s shoulders, as he just plumped himself onto the couch he’s been sitting on, phone firmly in hand, placed above his face.

Suddenly his brows started to go up and Yuuri saw first tears rolling down his cheeks.

“I just miss you,” he said quietly, wiping them off with the free hand.

“I miss you too,” Yuuri said, his own eyes watering as he laughed a bit at how ridiculous they were being.

It was less than a day without each other.

“You know what, Yuuri Katsuki,” said Viktor, laughing already as well, but not being able to stop crying just yet, “being in a relationship with you is the most wild thing that ever happened to me,” he finished, shaking his head with a wide smile on his face.

“I know right?” his partner answered, filling the audio with laughter.

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When Yuuri’s phone rang, the whole room was still dark, the sun didn’t even think of getting up, so why the hell should he?..

It kept ringing, sending a lovely melody through the space.

Caller was a stubborn one, that’s for sure. And ice-skater was almost entirely sure of who that might be.

“Good morning, my not so early bird!” literally sang into the device Viktor, mood thousand times better than what Yuuri was experiencing in the current moment.

“Not so early?.. Did you forget about the timezones, because here it’s 6am!” Katsuki sighed in disbelief, making himself sit on the bed, rubbing his tired eyes.

“Oh.. that’s true! I completely forgot,” Viktor laughed, which made Yuuri involuntarily melt into the warm smile, despite his half-awake state.

“I was just wondering, Yuurochka, do you want me to guide you through St. Petersburg? Because our choreographies are well learned and I believe you can sometimes go into that lovely city!” Viktor smiled at the camera, blue eyes flicking from one side to another.

What was he looking at?..

“Uhh.. yeah, sure! Sad that we can’t be here together, but even through the phone it’ll be nice, I think,” Yuuri smiled sleepily, putting his phone on the stand on the bedside table and opened his luggage where he packed just some clothes, charger, earphones, costumes for the performance and figure skates.

They often did this with his husband, just video call together and each of them doing their own thing, kind of a simulation of their normal life when they’re next to each other in flesh.

“Darling?” black haired boy looked up at the camera, in hands with his picked outfit for the day - grey sweater and dark denim jeans.

When Viktor saw that he has his lover’s attention, he smiled sweetly, “I noticed you have two zits on your face, so apply some cream on it, will you?”

Yuuri blinked a few times comically and then yelped, running to the bathroom to see for himself. And he was right.

No, wait. He wasn’t.

Japanese skater had three zits, it’s just that Viktor probably couldn’t see the other one due to the camera quality.

“Thank god,” Katsuki sighed and then returned in front of his phone.

“I will,” he said and started doing it right away, pushing out some white cream out of the tube that his husband specifically bought him. Probably something expensive, as most things from him were.

Then he didn’t really give this any thought, but he started undressing right in front of his phone as well, putting glasses aside, stripping off the white tee and then pulling over his head some black shirt and then grey sweater.

Once he was also done with the bottom half of his body he heard a whistle from the other end of the line.

His hazel eyes immediately shot up to the screen where Viktor was watching him intensely, smug grin on his face.

“I was glad to witness your dressing up session, babe, such a shame I can’t be next to you right now,” he sighed theatrically loudly, putting slender hand to his forehead, making it seem as if he’s fainting from the longing.

Yuuri, on the other hand, was more and more turning violent crimson, mumbling something indecipherable and putting on his glasses, taking the phone in his hand so now ice skater Nikiforov could only see his husband’s flustered face.

“Shut up, Viktor, let’s head out,” he said, furrowing and making the man on the other end laugh heartily.

Then it was time for the handsome man with platinum hair to be surprised and blink comically.

“Uh... head out?” he asked, not really getting it.

“Well, it’s not gonna be fair if I’m the only one who’s going out to see your city when you’re sitting comfortably inside, is it?” now Yuuri was the owner of the mischievous smirk, looking at his partner with pleased face expression.

“Ah, you’re so smart sometimes, baby,” Viktor teased and then went to change his clothes as well, but as it turned out he didn’t have any clothes under his robe, so Yuuri had to quickly avert his gaze to prevent any undesired “excitement”.

After all, Viktor’s body was always such a treat, even thousand miles away.

“Aw, you weren’t looking?” said Russian in a pouty manner, when he turned back to face the camera.

“W-what?! Of course not, let’s go,” Yuuri mumbled, putting a scarf a bit higher to cover even bigger portion of his face.

He didn’t really experience winter in Russia yet, but he was prepared.

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When Katsuki was out and about St. Petersburg’s streets, Viktor had absolutely no problem guiding him through all of the corners that he knew and that normal tourists don’t get to see, all of that while he himself was striding through completely unfamiliar Chinese neighbourhood, every once in a while being called by fans and had to stop to take a picture and give autographs.

Nobody noticed Yuuri outside, maybe it was because he wasn’t that popular yet, despite being Viktor’s husband, but most probably it was because his face was a literal mess.

His brownish scarf was covering half the face and his glasses were foggy most of the time because he kept breathing into the cloth and thus all the air was brought back onto the surface of his lenses.

Viktor made Yuuri go all the way to his most memorable café of all times and he also recommended him to order his favourite dessert there, leaving the beverage choice up to him.

Younger man of course trusted Viktor’s tastebuds and got himself a relatively small cupcake, decorated astonishingly with cream in form of leaves and a rose on top of that.

He bit right into it, tasting all the magical flavour of the dessert, making Viktor melt into a warm smile while watching him munch on it.

Nikiforov himself had to go into some Chinese café as well, to make it seem as a date, as if they’re really together. And it kinda worked, he was full of love for his partner, rarely thinking about how much he’d want to see him in real life instead of the phone screen.

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As the days went on, both of them spend a lot of time training, sometimes even on the call when practicing, looking at each other’s progress and cheering one another.

Every once in a while their schedules met and they could go on a “virtual date” of sorts, Yuuri being navigated by his lover’s voice through the streets of St. Petersburg and Viktor finding himself some spot in the Chinese corners as well.

And on one of those walks Viktor led his husband to one of the prettiest parks, covered in snow, making Yuuri speechless from the beauty all around him.

“Hey, you!” he suddenly heard a voice that wasn’t coming from the phone, but rather somewhere behind him.

Japanese skater turned around and his eyes widened in light surprise as he saw a familiar figure in front of him.

“Baby? What’s up?” said Viktor from the device, being able to see now only Yuuri’s lower part of the face, because he put his phone instinctively closer to his body.

“Why aren’t you training, huh?” said younger lad, blonde hair covering half of his face.

There wasn’t a usual scowl planted on his features, rather just an arched brow in the question.

“I’m just.. taking a break! That’s healthy too,” Yuuri answered, smiling at his friend.

Ever since Nikiforov and Katsuki got officially married, Yurio lay off of his aggressive behaviour towards the latter one, accepting him as a part of his close friends circle now.

It was a nice change and Yuuri finally got the opportunity to get to know the teenager better, talking to him without bickering.

“Yurioooo, I can hear you all the way from China!” suddenly a loud statement was heard in a singing manner from the phone that Yuuri was holding near to his stomach and then he flipped the device in his hands so that both of the Russians could see each other through the camera.

Viktor was waving at his younger friend enthusiastically, apparently walking through some Chinese park as well.

“Yo,” blondie said, way less enthusiastically, just nodding into his direction, “kinda sucks that we didn’t meet on Rostelekom cup,” he added, adjusting his scarf so it’s less in his face.

Harsh Russian climate will make even Plisetsky wear something warm, huh.

“It’s okay, we’ll meet on the Grand Prix~” Viktor answered, not even for a second doubting any of their victories.

“That’s true,” Yurio smirked.

“Well, since you two met like this, why don’t you guys go and have lunch together? Would be a nice bonding time,” Nikiforov mused, his smile wide and pleased.

Yuuri was ready to start protesting, since he knew that the guy standing in front of him wasn’t a fan of companies, when his companion surprised him.

“Yeah, why not,” Yurio shrugged and then turned around, probably ready to guide him towards some restaurant.

“How splendid!” Viktor clapped his hands and when Yuuri finally turned the cellphone back to his face, he looked at his husband, “Have fun with Yurio, alright?” then he sent an air kiss to the camera and their hours-long call ended.

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The week of the tournament was already at close, bringing the day of performances to light.

Both Yuuri and Yurio landed all their jumps, flips and quads, gaining best results, younger skater getting a bit more points for the artistic lifts of his hands, making the choreography difficulty higher.

Katsuki was trying to dial Viktor’s phone right away but the number was unavailable, so he sat in front of the tv in the changing rooms, watching intensely to see the results of the China Cup.

“And we can see here the winners,” said moderator’s enthusiastic voice as the camera zoomed in on the pedestal with three people standing on it, Viktor with a smile waving from the highest level, then taking his gold medal in hand, kissing it.

Yuuri melted into the warm smile, his eyes filling with tears.

Of course they’ll meet on Grand Prix. Of course. It’s Viktor Nikiforov we’re talking about, after all.

“Viktor Nikiforov standing proudly with a golden medal,” was the only thing Japanese skater registered from the tv before his phone rang.

“Darling,” he heard his lover’s voice, full of contentment, “I will see you on the Grand Prix, right?”

“Of course, Viktor..” he answered, smiling almost shyly, getting up from the bench and only then realising that he can still see him on the screen, “wait! how are you talking to me when—“

“You see me on the tv? Magic, my sticky bun, it’s not live, if you noticed,” Yuuri’s eyes immediately drifted to the corner of the screen, which indeed said ‘prerecorded’, “the ceremony was held like an hour ago and after that I was literally bombarded with interviews of all kinds. As soon as I got the chance I called you,” he concluded, Katsuki could practically feel his husband smiling into the device on the other end, all the way in China, “What’s your score, baby?” he asked in the end.

“I.. you’ll see it soon, we’re going for the broadcast in about ten minutes,” he said nervously, clutching the phone closer to his ear.

“Hey..” almost whispered Viktor gently, “even if it’s not gold, I’m so proud of you,” he then hung up, leaving Yuuri shaking from the tears he was trying to surpass.

I love you so much, Viktor... I want to show you so much more of what I can do...

And with these thoughts he wiped his watering eyes, making his way towards the ice ring, to the pedestal where he stood next to Yurio, on the second level, receiving a silver medal.

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Next reunion of the loving husbands set place in Vancouver, Canada.

They welcomed each other with a warm hug and passionate embrace, Yuuri rushing towards Viktor from his flight that was slightly delayed, so the older one had to wait for him way longer than they first anticipated.

“I really missed you,” said Nikiforov, gently kissing the golden ring on his partner’s finger, making his other half blush.

“I m-missed you too,” he whispered back, kind of anxiously looking at the front seat of a car they were riding in, at a taxi driver who was just minding his own business.

The younger man still had quite a hard time in expressing their romantic affection in public, feeling almost ashamed for some reason and Viktor had countless talks with him about it, assuring him that everything is okay and that in comparison to him, Katsuki family supports him.

But he never got angry at him because of it and just didn’t push any actions further once he noticed that Yuuri was nervous in public again for any reason.

“Hey, babe, it’s okay,” Viktor just gently took his hand in his, squeezing reassuringly in a silent ‘i love you’ in his ocean eyes that Yuuri knew so well.

He replied with a wide grin, feeling the warmth of their connected palms.

The whole world seems complete when they’re together.

And in a few days the miracle couple started relentlessly training on the ice ring, alongside their friends and rivals like Yurio, JJ, Otabek, Chris and many others.

It was filled with a lot of different emotions, frustrations and happy moments, all mashing together in a big pile.

“Are you sure you want to do this flip?” said Viktor, gracefully doing a round slide on the ice, leaning towards the left side, making it look like what he was doing didn’t acquire any effort.

When these two were practising, all eyes were on Nikiforov. He was just brilliant on trainings and very rarely fell or did some kind of mistake, even in the absolutely new choreographies.

“Yes, I really do,” Yuuri confirmed, his gaze not shifting from his partner’s blue eyes, his own hazel ones filled with determination.

“Alright,” Viktor stopped practicing his own routine and skated closer towards his lover, once again showing him all the moves required for the action he wanted to try.

“Okay, I got it,” said Katsuki and then did the steps just like Viktor, after a moment spinning in the air like nobody dared before and when the landing came, he didn’t count with the speed and fell hard on the ice, feeling an instant crack somewhere in the leg.

“Yuuri!” Nikiforov slid towards him immediately, helping him to get up, but his husband only yelped in pain, “I told you it was too difficult for you yet!”

His tone was stern and soaked with worry as he helped him get up, Yuuri hissing in discomfort and putting his hand around Viktor’s shoulder, being dragged out of the ring.

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One week later was the Grand Prix that they all trained so hard for.

Every corner was buzzing in the training wing. Figure skaters were talking together, some were watching tv that showed the judges that were discussing the whole event, having usual speeches, some people were listening to music and doing their regular stretches on the yoga mats, coaches were trying to hype their skaters as much as they could... It was lively.

It was everything that Viktor loved so dearly, his heart was beating for this atmosphere. He knew every participant and everyone in turn was awaiting his show. Everything was perfect.

Except next to him sat silent Yurio, angrily drinking from the water bottle, lion shirt on top of his beautiful costume.

“Don’t be so fucking sad,” he growled at him, finishing his drink and putting it on the floor with force, his green eyes piercing at the tv in front of them.

“Whatever,” Viktor answered quietly, standing up and slowly making his way towards the available yoga mat, stretching his muscles. His whole body hurt, he didn’t sleep well last night.

Of course, sleeping without Yuuri by his side was a new thing to get used to. Even Makkachin was all the way in Japan, not being able to keep him company.

It wasn’t unusual for Viktor that his emotional state went to the pits of hell, it was quite normal for him to experience burnout since he was present on the ice skating stage ever since he was 14 - just like Plisetsky, by the way, no wonder he’s so angry all the time - and the thing that kept him going was that burning passion for skating no matter what.

But ever since he took that break for one season to train Yuuri, his main motivation has become his partner, funnily enough. Even now, when they were supposed to be opponents, he still found himself demotivated by the fact that he is not participating due to suffering an injury and is now currently in the hospital.

“This was supposed to be our debut as opponents and lovers!” he clutched his fist and hit the wall, making everyone stare at him, room getting silent.

“What are you looking at?!” yelled Yurio at everyone, putting the attention on himself, stripping from the lion shirt, revealing his breathtaking costume for the show, “You all better look at me now, I’m going to skate first,” he said, making his way towards the ice.

Viktor mentally thanked his younger friend for drawing the attention away from him as he lost his control for a second, now retrieving to the staircase of the building, not wanting to be seen like this.

When you’re in love you really take all the good and the bad from the attachment to the person.

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Katsuki just finished watching Yurio’s routine from the tv that was by request put into his hospital room where he was alone. Viktor paid for the more expensive service even though Yuuri said that it wouldn’t really matter to him where he was spending time if it’s not with him on the ice.

He felt incredibly sad, guilty and angry at himself for trying that reckless jump on the training, resulting in him injuring his left leg.

It wasn’t actually anything serious, but he needed to rest the muscle. So that meant no Grand Prix. No skating with Viktor for the first time.

He could only imagine what his husband was feeling. Trainings always got more intense right before the competition so the last time when they heard each other was about a week ago when he shortly called to simply ask about his well-being.

Just as he thought about it, though, his phone rang and Yuuri visibly flinched, not being used to receiving any calls lately.

He didn’t even look at the caller ID, automatically going with, “Viktor?!”

“You dumbass, it’s Yurio,” the agitated voice on the other end said, clearly still partially out of breath from the show that he just skated.

It was incredible.

“Oh!” he blinked a few times and then regained his composure, quickly saying, “I just saw your routine, it was amazing! Good job!”

“Yeah-yeah, whatever,” he said, gritting his teeth, continuing, “I’m calling because of Viktor. He’s.. in bad shape,” his voice grew quieter, “so you better cheer him the fuck up. Understood? I don’t know how, but do it quickly,” he was speaking seriously, probably clutching the phone in his hand with all his strength.

Then, before the Japanese had any time to reply, he hung up, leaving Yuuri to listen to the beeping on the other end.

Bad shape?..

His thoughts, everything in his mind speeding up and racing back and forth.

I need to fix that!..

During his time while he was in a relationship with Viktor, Yuuri has learned a lot of things. One of the more fundamental ones were.. being creative.

Sometimes they would have fights and he had to come up with a way to surprise him to both make him speechless and want to talk to him again, not being angry anymore.

So he really did master this skill of being creative and now he’s going to put this to use.

A plan came up to his mind almost immediately and he instantly pushed a red button for calling the nurse into the room.

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A few skaters already had their go, Viktor was supposed to show himself right in the middle of the tournament but he felt like in this state he won’t reach even his usual score.

Is this it? Has love ruined Viktor Nikiforov’s incredible talent and years of grind with hard work?..

His eyes were wide open as he was watching young Otabek finishing up his routine flawlessly, getting a second place right after Yurio, who was currently sitting on the top.

He felt how someone patted him on the shoulder and looked behind himself, spotting Chris with a warm smile, extending a hand towards his friend with a phone.

“It’s your husband, Viktor,” he winked at him flirtatiously and Russian took it hesitantly, all thoughts mixed up together.

“Viktor!! I couldn’t reach you on your phone, so please turn on the tv on the channel two right now!” he almost yelled in the device, making his partner furrow his brows together.

“What?..” Nikiforov said, confusion written all over his expression.

“Please, I’m so sorry that I ended up with an injury but it should’ve never affected you, любимый*!” at the last Russian word Viktor just bit his lower lip, tears threatening to fall down his face.

“Don’t hang up, Yuuri, whatever you came up with, I want to be with you at least like this,” said the older man, putting Chris’ phone closer to his ear, as if shortening the distance between the two of them.

As the reply he just heard a hum in affirmation from his husband.

He quickly took the remote of the tv and changed the station from the official tournament broadcast, making the majority of the people in the room questioningly turntheir head towards the genius skater again, but he didn’t care.

On the tv he saw Yuuri in normal clothes, not a hospital robe, standing behind some white wall, clearly nervous and with a microphone in his hand.

Once Viktor saw this, he couldn’t control his emotions and just ran around the whole wing, turning every single screen to show channel two, now Yuuri looking at him from every corner.

“At first I would like to apologise for disturbing your preparations for the tournament, competitors, but as you all know I badly landed one of the jumps at practise and ended up with a moderate injury, resulting in me being unable to participate,” he took a deep breath before continuing, still looking somewhere at his feet, “and I suspect that Viktor Nikiforov, who once used to be my coach and who is now another one of my opponents in the competition.. I think he’s not doing well, because we promised each other that we would skate together on the Grand Prix no matter what,” he now lifted his hazel eyes, wobbly smile on his face, “Who knew, huh? Well.. I am here to lift your spirits, Viktor. Even if I’m not there,” he smiled broadly, cheeks heating up, becoming slightly pink.

Japanese cleared his throat and proceeded.

“Whatever I wouldn’t do, my life is always bringing me back. Back to you,” his eyes were now filled with determination and love, “Before I met you, I didn’t know what love was, I didn’t know what it meant when you couldn’t breathe in your normal tempo without the other person anymore. I didn’t know that this could ever mean so much to anyone,” he slowly lifted his engagement ring on his finger, fighting the stinging sensation in his eyes, “before you, I was just a lost boy, lost person, lost life. You made me find myself professionally and as a person. You made me whole. I know, I don’t say there things often and especially in public when we see each other, so hearing it like this is probably even more frustrating to you, but.. I want you to win. Don’t you let my absence discourage you,” he furrowed his brows together, not stopping “You were so open about me and your feelings, I think it’s time for me to finally pay you back. Viktor, you once captured my heart and it stays perfectly still in your hands, forever,” Yuuri put his hand with the golden ring on his chest, on his beating heart,

“Please, win. For me.”

The broadcast ended after this, everyone turning the screen back to the original channel as Viktor stayed in place, wide-eyed.

“Viktor?..” he heard Yuuri close to his ear now, gently bringing him back to reality.

He sighed deeply, a smile slowly appearing on his face, “Babe... Watch me,” he said, voice full of so well known hazard for skating the routine well.

From all his excitement he didn’t even notice all the commotion on the other end of Yuuri’s side as they exchanged a few more phrases and then hung up.

“That was a long ass call,” said with a pleased grin Chris as he got his phone back, “You guys are my favourite couple. I hate to encourage my opponent, but go get that win, Viktor!” he yelled at Nikiforov’s back already, as the Russian skater made his way towards the ring, ready to capture gold.

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Metro at this hour was full with people and Yuuri did his best to spectate Viktor’s performance on live tv and to watch where he’s going.

Despite the recommendations of doctors at the hospital he said he needs to be there with him, so he was now rushing towards the skating ring, his stamina now being able to withstand longer distances, ever since he started training with his partner.

He’d have to push through the endless crowds of people, someone recognising him and immediately wanting an autograph or to talk, sometimes his leg would send a pang if pain right through his whole body, making him grunt on his journey.

But he was determined. Yuuri wanted to see his husband on ice as he’s winning a medal. Because he just knew, Viktor is winning one. There was not a single doubt about it in his heart that beat so much faster and more passionate for this particular Russian skater.

Finally, when he made it to the arena, he sprinted through the training area, making multiple coaches and participants look up at him in awe, fully realising what the fool came to do.

He was here for Viktor only, and everyone knew that. Their love towards each other was unstoppable.

As the skinny, incredibly beautiful and elegant skater gathered up strength and lifted his body off the ground like a feather in his signature flip, the whole world was watching. Everyone caught their breath, not daring to move, awaiting the landing and therefore the result.

Not a lot of people knew this, but the only thing that Viktor was thinking about at that moment was his husband, Yuuri. How he clutched his hand to his chest, where the heart is, golden ring shining into the camera.

So much emotion and genuine agitation over the fact that they can’t yet make their debut as partners on ice... all mixed up in a beautiful whirl of tears slowly falling down Yuuri’s face, and when Nikiforov landed, he did it perfectly.

The execution of his last move in the astonishingly difficult choreography was nailed perfectly, without a single error, his body bending in a curve for the last burst of the ending posture, before the music stopped.

When the top skater let himself breathe again, his cheeks and nose was red, throat and nostrils almost not catching up to the speed of his breathing.

“Viktor!!” suddenly he heard the desired voice so clear as if they were the only ones present for miles and whipped his head towards the source, ocean eyes wide, threatening to start getting filled with tears.

“Yuuri!” he yelled right back at him, forgetting all the gifts on ice behind him, with an incredible speed closing in to his husband.

And when their bodies touched in the sudden hug, chests tightly pressing to each other, Viktor let himself lose it. He started sobbing, clutching the back of his partner’s coat, trying to get even closer than they already were.

“You... how did you make it here?” the pair pulled away from each other only to look into their faces, eyes meeting and creating an entirely different reality between them, it seemed like.

“I’m so proud of you, Vitya.. Я люблю тебя,**” he said with a blush on his cheeks and a terrible accent, but the Russian skater’s eyes just watered even more at that, him jumping into his arms once again.

“Господи, а я тебя как люблю! Напугал меня со своим ушибом, а сам знаешь-ли пришёл всё-таки на муженька посмотреть!***” the word vomit from his husband in foreign language made absolutely no sense to Yuuri as he just confusedly nodded, caught off guard.

“Baby, I’m so glad you’re here..” Viktor finally said in the language that he could understand, with far less volume than everything that’s been said before.

“I just needed to see you live, not on the screen..” murmured Yuuri into his shoulder, “Doctors were against it, but.. here I am,” he laughed nervously, just snuggling in closer into the cloth with his nose.

“But I think if I remain resting at home and I’ll have someone taking care of me, then I wouldn’t need to stay at the hospital during the recovery,” he continued, pulling away to just smile at Viktor.

“Of course, jesus. You’re not staying there but since I’m pretty sure I just won another Grand Prix in my career, we can go anywhere to relax together for a bit,” he answered, getting quieter towards the end of his sentence, his fingers instinctively reaching up for Yuuri’s lower lip and opening his mouth a little, squeezing on the skin.

“Only you and me, honey.. You have to pay me off for not showing up to the competition, “ suddenly Yuuri felt a hand on his back, firm on his ass.

He started blushing, nervously chuckling and just nodding, accepting defeat. After all, he wouldn’t really mind anything that Viktor has probably planned for them to do.

And just like this, Viktor Nikiforov skated back to the ring, towards the pedestal with the winners, stepping onto the first place, soon enough already pressing his lips gently to the gold metal, then meeting brown eyes of his husband, looking at him with his azurites full of love.

*my love

**i love you

***jesus, and how much do i love you! you made me worry with your injury, but of course you came to see your lovely husband perform, right?

[cilldaracailin]

We Are The Champions

Hello my Tumblr Lovely’s Here is the next part in this Robyn and Taron series. Suze xx Disclaimer - More mention of some blood and injuries and again, its all just a made up story :)

12

“The gifts of caring, attention, affection, appreciation, and love are some of the most precious gifts you can give, and they don't cost you anything.”

Robyn had managed to get her way and they sat for a further five minutes before Taron got to his feet and gently hauled Robyn to hers. He frowned at her as she refused help in tidying away her belongings and she had her dress on before he got his t-shirt on, waiting for him with a grin, her packed bag at her feet.

“Still smiling?” Taron asked as he straightened out his t-shirt.

Robyn shrugged. “May as well.” She picked up her bag. “I have loved every minute of this weekend. Don’t really wanna go home.”

Taron stepped over to her to take her bag. “Me too. I would love a week or two at home. Just to relax.”

“You know where I am Taron if you need a break. Even if it is just to get a decent night’s sleep.”

“Don’t tempt me.” Taron answered as he picked up his towel and draped it over his shoulder. “But it is night shoots next week.”

“Well, you can have my bed to yourself during the day when I am at work. You and cwtch can cuddle under the duvet.”

Taron laughed as he folded up the deck chair. “Again, don’t tempt me Robyn and you don’t have to smile if you don’t have too.”

“I am good.” She replied to him, seeing his face frown. “I promise. It’s a little ache now. The sit down helped.” Taron didn’t look convinced. “Let’s just get to your aunts and then head back to yours. I am desperate to wash the sand and sea water off and smile.” She reached up to lightly pinch his cheeks, Taron quickly giving in to grin under her hands. “Beautiful. Thank you.”

Always finding a way to get under his skin, to make him smile, Taron had no choice but smile wider at her words. “You lying to me Quinn?” He looked down to her leg. “Still looks like it fucking hurts to me.”

“Just a scratch.”

“That is what Mercutio said.” Taron answered her. “Look what happened to him.”

“Taron!” Robyn gave his chest a push. “You cannot compare a knife wound to a few bloodied scratches.”

“Bloodied.” Taron repeated, ready for a verbal return but instead he was hugged tight and his whole body softened into her. “Using hugs to get your way is not fair.” His whole body betrayed him and he lay his forehead on her shoulder as her hands went into his hair. “And that is just uncalled for.”

“Want me to stop?” Robyn asked him.

“I hate that you can just make me crumble like this.”

“I know you very well.” Robyn scratched his scalp deeply. “But I also know we have dinner plans and should make a move.”

“Wicked Irish womanly powers.” Taron whispered into her warm skin, making Robyn laugh.

“Come on rocketman. You were so eager to make a move earlier.”

“You decided to distract me.”

“You are a grown man who can make his own decisions.” Robyn took her hands from his head and placed them on his cheeks. “You only have to tell me no.”

“Robyn…” Taron’s accent was soft and low. “You know I can never say no to you but we definitely should make a move. I can carry your bag.”

Robyn prayed her few hours in the sun had coloured her cheeks, so her skin wouldn’t give away her blush and handed over her bag to him, not wanting to tell him she could do it herself. She wasn’t lying to him when she said her leg felt much better after the few minutes rest. It still twinged but she felt the strength back in her legs and while she still felt a bit drained, the little rest really revived her. Her stomach still wasn’t quite ready for food but with only a little time left with Taron, she was determined to enjoy every minute of it. Once they had all of their belongings, they slowly made their way back up towards the ramp to the promenade, Taron taking Robyn’s hand to give her a little pull. They mixed in with the late afternoon crowds taking a walk, Robyn letting Taron take the lead as they crossed the road.

“Eve’s café is just down the road. Not too far at all.” Taron put back on his hat and sunglasses. “It is a busy little place, especially when the weather is nice. Usually a lot of people milling around.” Robyn understood the hidden warning behind his words, hearing the change in his tone, how his hand holding hers changed so their fingers linked. “We will just go straight in and behind the counter to head upstairs to the apartment above the café. Just keep right on my side, ok?”

“Sure.” She answered. “Easy to do.”

Taron had her beach bag and deck chair swung over his right shoulder, his towel over his left and it was very easy to step closer to her, making sure his grip on her hand was tight and secure.

“So is this something you have to deal with all the time in your own families café?” Robyn asked him, feeling a sudden difference in Taron’s body language, how little space there was between them as they walked.

“Hmm-hmm.” He murmured.

“Seriously? Fans?”

“Sometimes.”

“Jesus Taron.”

“Yeah unfortunately.”

“No wonder you love Kilcreen.” Robyn’s spat, feeling a little put out at how Taron laughed lightly. “It’s not funny Taron. You shouldn’t have to deal with that shit.”

Taron adored Robyn so much and wished he had a better way to explain it to her, his life and the crap he had to deal sometimes with and he hated that she was now exposed to it too. He knew she understood and accepted it, cherished how she always defended him with every ounce of her generous soul and even stepped into the crazy media frenzy with him but at home, the extra attention was frustrating sometimes but he had learnt how to handle the other side to being Taron Egerton but he never meant for his slight laughter to upset Robyn.  “I am sorry for laughing. I am just so used to it.” He gave a little shrug. “Sure it gets annoying as hell and can bother the shit out of me at times especially when I am at home but generally most people are lovely and nice. Only a few are tosspots. We will just walk through and straight inside.”

“You are expecting a crowd?”

“Eve has this amazing ice cream parlour that is open during the summer so it is just naturally busy, especially when the weather is nice. Hopefully we can duck in.”

“Taron Egerton just duck in?” Robyn gave his fingers a little squeeze.

“My chicken will protect me.”

“Oh I got your back, always.”

“I know darling.” Taron leaned down to press the quickest of kisses to her head. “The café is just around the corner.”

Keeping instep with Taron, Robyn felt the difference in his speed and she did her best to keep up with him, feeling her leg protest a little at the change in pace, but as they rounded the corner, she could understand his need to hurry. A line of at least twenty people long stood along the footpath at a window only a few feet from the entrance to the café and as they made their way towards the door, Robyn could already hear the loud whispers reach her ears, Taron’s name clearly on their lips as they recognised him. His grip on her hand increased to the point of him hurting her a little but with a quick squeeze, she felt him loosen him hand for a moment but once they reached the entrance to the café, Taron nearly dragged her inside, giving her barely anytime to look around, only seeing white and black checked floor before a set of stairs was in front of her.

“Hello you two. Took your time. Robyn, are you ok?” Eve appeared at the top of the stairs, her hands on her hips. “What on earth you were doing Taron?”

Robyn glanced to Taron and could see him holding into the exasperated sigh his whole body clutched tightly inside. “I will take full responsibility for our tardiness Eve. I needed a little sit down before we made a move. I dragged Taron down with me. He was very kind and sat with me for a few minutes.”

“Maybe we need to go to a…” Eve started but Robyn had already started to walk up the stairs.

“I am fine. Just a scratch.” She looked over her shoulder. “Come on Taron. One foot after the other. You turn to play doctor. I have already had mine.” She gave Eve a large smile as she walked by. “Straight through?” She asked pointing to the open door.

“Go ahead Robyn.” Tina assured her, waiting until the young woman walked past before she looked down the stairs to her nephew, grinning as he slowly walked up the carpeted steps. As he stopped by her, she took his hands. “Well now I see it.” She whispered. She watched Taron’s face turn confused. “Tina told me she was a little fire cracker.”

Taron should have known his mother would have had many words with her sister about Robyn and his face changed to a small smile. “Has her moments.”

Eve laughed lightly. “She’s cute.” She told him, squeezing his hands. “And she adores you.”

He felt his cheeks blushing hard. “And now I am going to go and help her.” He went to move but his aunt still held his hands. “Eve?”

“If you don’t want to come this evening, I will understand and your mam will too. It was a tough afternoon and I am not too sure if Robyn or yourself would be really in form for sitting through dinner, even with you going home tomorrow.”

“You think Robyn is going to even not let me go?” Taron replied with a half-smile, leaning in to give his aunt’s cheek a kiss. “We will be there.”

“I have left some bits on the table for you. Should be all you need and if not, you know where most things are.”

“Thank you Eve.”

Hopping up the last step, Taron headed in through the door, Robyn waiting for him at the kitchen table, leaning against the marble counter top. Standing on both feet, while her leg still looked sore, her body language seemed easy and relaxed.

“Nice place.” Robyn was twirling a bandage in her hands. She waited patiently for Taron to appear, knowing well he had been cornered by his aunt and smiled as he finally walked her way. “I love the open plan space.” Eve’s apartment above the café was completely open plan apart from what she assumed was the door to the bedroom.

“It is a nice place.”

“This would be my dream, if I wasn’t working where I was.” She said to Taron as he stood beside her, putting everything he was carrying down onto the ground. “More so a bakery rather than a café though and a place to live above it.”

“I would live here too then.” Taron quickly answered, Robyn chuckling at him. “I would eat wonderful yummy things every day.”

“Like I would never not bake for you when I can.”

“The day that happens, I know something is really bothering you.” Taron took the bandage from her hand. “So let’s get you sorted then. Wanna sit down?”

“Might as well just stand. It will be easier for you. It won’t take too long.”

Taron titled his head, his eyes picking up the red scratches, then going back to Robyn’s face. “Well let’s get started then.” He dropped the bandage on the table and had a look through what Eve had left for him. Her first aid box was definitely more stocked than his and inside thanked his aunt for the suggestion of coming back to the café. While he had the basics of plasters and a few antiseptic wipes, Eve had items which would help to clean up Robyn such as saline water and bandages. Leaving Robyn he headed for the bathroom and took out two facecloths from the drawer, heading back to his friend. “You trust me?” He asked dropping the two soft cotton cloths on the counter.

“You know it.”

“Ok so go and lay down on the couch on your right side.”

“What?”

Taron came to stand behind her and put his hands on her shoulders, his thumbs gently on her neck. “For me to be able to help you properly, it would be best for you to be laying down. I would feel more comfortable for you to be on your side too just in case your legs buckle and I don’t catch you in time. I would imagine the wipes are going to sting a lot and you being off your feet would be better.” He increased the dept of his little massage for her. “And I can help you quicker so we can head home to shower and change.”

“But my back will be to you.” Robyn said to him, trying not to drop her head to her chest as the man behind her rubbed her neck so beautifully.

“Only for about five minutes and you told me you trusted me.”

“I do but I am already standing.”

“And now you are going to be laying down.” Taking his hands from her shoulders, he reached for her right hand, leading her to the dark blue couch. “I promise you will thank me after and I also promise to finish off that little neck rub for you later. One of us might as well enjoy a deep pressure massage.” He could immediately feel her hesitation. “Robyn, we share a bed every time we see each other, I have seen you sleep on your side and I promise to be so gentle with you.” On the tip of his tongue, Taron was so tempted to tell her he had already seen her sleeping on her right side quite intimately if he was honest too but managed to keep it to himself. “Just let me look after you for once.”

Always taken back by Taron’s eyes, the unusual and rarely seen green eye colour, now Robyn could see how concerned he was so sat down on the couch before carefully throwing her legs up and rolling over so she lay on her right side, her right hand under her cheek, her left tucked along her side.

On seeing Robyn get comfortable on the couch, Taron smiled to himself. Normally she would talk back to him, avoid accepting any help but now she just listened and did as he asked and he loved how much she trusted him now, how she willingly let him help her without question. He placed his hand on her shoulder. “I will be right back with some stuff to help you.” With a quick walk back to the table Taron, picked up everything he thought he would need and carried it to the couch, setting it down on the coffee table, settling himself on the ground on his knees beside Robyn. “Let me know if it hurts.”

Opening the bottle of saline, Taron never thought he was going to have see the solution ever again or actually want to see it after Florida but as it was needed for Robyn, he wet one of the white facecloths and asked her politely if she minded if he moved her dress out of the way. Slipping it up her thigh, he knew she heard his slight sigh and he didn’t even try to hide it. The red marks looked angrier than before and those which still were smeared with blood needed to be cleaned and with a warning to Robyn before he started, he very carefully wiped across her skin, the cloth already turning a little red after the first swipe over. “You ok Robyn?”

“All good rocketman.”

“This won’t take too long.” Now that he was closer to her legs, he finally could get a proper look at the damage on her leg and was starting to feel a bit better about what happened to her. Most of the grazes were that, only a graze, a long red mark on her skin that would fade while others actually tore into soft gorgeous skin which his hand left hand currently rested on. He could feel her heart beat under his hand and was doing his very best to keep his hand still, feeling a need to run his hand up and down her leg, giving her some soothing comfort but didn’t want it to look like he was taking advantage of how she was laying in front of him, so let his hand rest on her warm skin, away from the scratches, his thumb rubbing ever so slightly up and down, letting her know he was right there beside her. After carefully and thoroughly wiping over each graze, glad to see Robyn hadn’t flinched yet, Taron very lightly traced the tip of his right index finger over each scrape, then over each forming bruise. “I should have listened to you.” He followed each mark once more.

“You should always listen to a woman.” Robyn answered turning her head so she could look at him.

“Still learning chicken. These looked so much worse on the beach.” He poured more of the saline solution onto the facecloth and dragged it over her skin again. “But already the marks have eased off slightly.”

“I told you it wasn’t that bad. Just more so the tiredness I felt.”

“And you still dizzy?”

“Nope. Gone.”

“Hungry?” He asked concentrating on the marks just below her swimsuit.

“Not really to be honest.”

“Robyn this dinner…”

“Which we are going to.” Robyn quickly interrupted him, stopping his sentence completely, turning her head to look at him. “Now I may not be hungry but that doesn’t mean in two hours I won’t be. Your mam has done something so lovely for you before you head off to work again and you said yourself, you don’t know when you are going to be back. It probably won’t be until after you are finished filming.”

“What is the point in sitting at a table when you won’t be in form for eating.”

Robyn turned her whole body around, lifting her left hand to his right cheek. “It is time spent with you and your family which I know you cherish and treasure and I don’t have to tell you how much I have enjoyed this weekend with your family. I want you to go to dinner tonight and to enjoy yourself. It is something we all need after our beach day and I want to be right by your side. A hot shower, change of clothes and maybe quick cuddle will do wonders for both of us and I know you love any kind of dinner.” She felt the flush of his cheek under her hand. “And if you want to leave early you now have an extra excuse apart from your early flight.”

Taron shook his head lightly. “I would never use you as an excuse Robyn and I would really like to go to dinner.”

“There is no question about us going Taron. That decision was made on the beach a while ago. Your mother knew it and Eve knew it too so we are going to dinner and if you want, I can bring my octopus with me and change him if I feel the need to during the evening.”

Taron’s eyes crinkled as he smiled widely. “You want to bring that octopus home with you?”

“Of course. Cwtch has a new friend.”

“Then you will leave it on the bed.”

“Your sisters will try to claim it?”

“They are still wishing cwtch could have come for tea.” He leaned lightly into her hand. “If we want to make dinner on time, I need to finish cleaning you up but if at any point this evening, you would like to leave, you just reach for my hand and give it a good squeeze.”

“Will do.”

“So can I finish helping you?”

“Of course.” Robyn rolled back over onto her right side, Taron’s hand returning to her leg, while he picked up the facecloth once again. Every touch he made high on her leg was soft and delicate, making sure he didn’t hurt her any more than she already was but she was so glad he could finally understand that while she had been pushed against the rocks and initially the wounds seemed to be bad, on closer inspection only three or four were deep enough to draw blood.

Taron folded the cloth over and dropped it onto the clean cloth, picking up one of the antiseptic wipe packets. “I am glad it isn’t too bad. I don’t want your father coming for me because you got hurt when you were with me.”

Robyn chuckled at Taron turning a little bit so while he could still help her, she could look at him properly. “You don’t have to worry about my father. I am a big girl. I can look after myself.”

Taron tore open the white packet and took out the antiseptic wipe, unfolding it. “Now that I know too.” He said with a grin. “But still, you are the only girl and child in your family.”

Robyn laughed harder moving so she could sit up to be more comfortable, fixing her dress so Taron could still get to her leg. “You let me worry about my dad. It’s my mam you need to be careful with.” She saw his hand pause and his face turn and lifted her left hand to his arm. “And they are nowhere near and you know I can talk my way out of anything. Stop frowning and let’s keep going so we can go back and shower and go for dinner. Don’t make me take that wipe and do it myself.”

Taron grinned at her smile, thrilled to see more freckles on her face from her day in the sun and threw the wipe at her. “Don’t even think about it.” Picking up another, he opened it and took out the wipe. “You ready for this? We both know it is going to sting like a mother fucker.”

Laughing at his words, Robyn nodded. “Just do it.”

She knew it was going to sting and the wipe definitely stung but Robyn knew that meant the antiseptic liquid was doing its job in cleaning out the scratches but it hurt a lot and automatically her leg moved away from his right hand but Taron kept his left hand firmly on her leg, stopping her from moving as he wiped over the third deep scratch, keeping her leg pressed down while rubbing his thumb over her skin. “Sorry Robyn.”

“Not your fault.” She hissed through clenched teeth. Although the scratches didn’t bother her too much, with the swipe of antiseptic ointment, it was painful for a few seconds and she was so glad for Taron’s hand trying to give her some reassurance with his thumb. She couldn’t be mad at Taron for what he was doing, how he was trying to take care of her, feeling blessed to have such a wonderful person in her life who she was so at ease with. “You are only doing what you have to do.”

“Glad to hear you say that because I want to go over them again.”

Taron didn’t give Robyn a chance to reply and already had two more wipes open and once done, wrapped his arms around her shoulders in a very awkward sideways hug, kissing her temple lightly. “All done.” He was glad to feel her return the hug and he stayed hugging her for a little while, letting his forehead rest against her cheek. “I hated every minute of that.” He whispered. “And we are done. I don’t want to put a plaster or anything over them because when you want to take it off, they will snag the smaller scratches and if you are going to shower there is no point in putting plasters on as they will wash off. Once showered though, I think it would be good to cover the three larger ones. Just to make sure they stay clean.”

Robyn returned the kiss to her head with one to the back of his hand. “I know and it’s ok.” Giving his arms a light squeeze, Taron got the message quickly that she wanted to move and she sat up on the couch, the Welshman sitting on her right side, immediately taking her hand. “I am glad it’s done and yeah definitely, we can pop a little cover over the deeper scratches.”

“You going to be able to run around in work next week?” He asked. “You said you are going to be busy.”

“I will be grand.” Robyn assured him. “I will work through it as I always do.”

“You’re like a superwoman.”

His words made her giggle and kick him lightly with her right foot. “I just do my job, like you do yours.”

“You do more than just your job.” He returned her nudge. “Don’t burn out on me. I need you to come and see me on set.”

“I definitely want to go and visit you on set though I know you want me to visit you because you want cookies.”

“A mixture of both salted caramel and white chocolate one please.” He laughed as she kicked him again.

“You will be lucky but I do want to come and see you on set. Get the backstage scope before the movie comes out, maybe storm on set again.” Robyn could feel the horror fill Taron and moved to hug him, wrapping her left warm tight around his waist, resting her face on his shoulder but moving when she remember how burnt his shoulders were so fixed herself so she was lower on his chest. “I would just love to come and watch you work. I know nothing about the industry so would be interested to see how it all comes together.”

“So I can come along to work with you then?”

“Sure I would love to get you to answer the phone with a ‘hello Happy Days, Taron speaking’.” Robyn chuckled. “Then you could put the wobblers to bed, change nappies and colour with the older kids.”

“And you can go to make up with Stephanie and get bloodied up.”

“Bloodied up?” Robyn asked playing with the hem of his t-shirt.

“We’re on the part of the script where my character gets a proper beating so the make-up reflects that now. Takes some time in the morning.”

“I will happily swap with you and I have seen your face bloodied before.”

“Gee thanks for reminding me Robyn.”

“It’s the truth and the kids would adore you.”

“So I sent you up here to help her and this is what you call helping?” Eve walked into the apartment with two bottles of water in her hands.

“He has already helped Eve. Promise.” Robyn moved to sit up so now she sat shoulder to shoulder with Taron, accepting the bottle of water from Eve. “We are just having a catch up. It’s been a busy weekend.”

Eve sat on the coffee table, raising an eyebrow to her nephew. “Rosie told me about the snowman.”  She laughed as Taron threw his head back against the couch. “You have had an eventful weekend.”

“It’s been the best.” Robyn opened the bottle of water and took a drink from it. “I kinda don’t want to go home tomorrow.”

“Me neither.” Taron agreed, taking the bottle from Robyn, having his own drink. “Though I am home so I guess for me it is going back to work. One more day would be great. Least you don’t have to get up at the crack of dawn to catch a flight.”

“Which I don’t actually understand why when you are on night shoots this week.”

“I am going to try and get some sleep beforehand.”

Robyn turned her body around so she could face him. “And you couldn’t do that here in Aberystwyth in your bed?”

Taron looked to Eve and then back to Robyn. “It is easier to do it in Belfast being closer to set and not having to worry about getting a late afternoon flight and then hopping onto set. Getting into the apartment in Belfast earlier, means I can try and get some sleep and for as long as possible before I have to get to set. The first night shoot is a bitch.”

“You won’t sleep at all tomorrow when you are back in Belfast.”

“That’s why the first night shoot is always hard and while I look forward to the challenges of the script, the missed night’s sleep will always catch up on me at some point during filming. Fair warning Robyn, Reggie is going to be a gumpypus for a while near the end of the filming. Just letting you know in advance.”

Robyn grinned at him. “I will be prepared with many hugs and head massages.”

“And cookies.”

“And cookies.” Robyn agreed.

“So how about we leave the planning for September until September and get you two back to Taron’s so you can get ready for dinner? I am going to drive you back.” Eve stood up. “And Taron is going to add so many more conditions to that list Robyn, just be forewarned.”

Robyn laughed lightly. “And Taron knows I would probably do every condition for him.” She gave his bare knee a light pat. “I am so ready for a shower.” She carefully stood up, her hand still on Taron’s knee, using him for balance until she steadied herself. “Don’t know about you.”

“Very much ready to wash this sun cream off.”

Robyn shook her head but was smiling at him, waiting for Eve to walk towards the door of the apartment before she spoke to Taron in a whisper. “When your skin is nice and soft because of the ingredients in that sun cream, you won’t find a reason to complain to me.” She lightly tapped his nose and then followed Eve. “You really don’t have to…” Robyn stopped speaking as she took in Even’s stern face. “Thanks for bringing us back.”

“No problem at all Robyn. I won’t have you walking on that leg at the moment.”

Eve dropped Robyn and Taron to his front door, and with a wave headed back to the café, Taron letting Robyn into his home first, making sure he closed the door behind him.

“So bloody hot in here.” He complained as he threw his keys onto the coffee table, carefully placing Robyn’s bag on the couch, leaning the deck chair against the arm rest. “Should have left the fan running.”

“Definitely not.” Robyn quickly said to him. “Whole place would have gone up in flames. You can turn it on now you are home.” Routing in her bag, she pulled out her phone and checked the time. “We really are shit with our timings when we are together.” Just after seven, Robyn’s hope for a quick cuddle before heading back to café was very much squashed. “Really rushed to get ready though it is my fault for sitting down on the beach.”

“Not at all.” Taron assured her. “You needed that little rest and we don’t have to rush.”

“It won’t take me long to get ready.”

“As usual.” Taron grinned.

“What is that smile for?” Robyn asked.

“Nothing.” He answered but still smiled. He loved that Robyn never took ages to get ready but always managed to look perfect once she was done. He liked that it didn’t bother her it how once more they had to have a very quick shower and change. It was something he very much appreciated how she wasn’t a so-called high maintenance girl, sometimes being finished before he was. It was a trait he didn’t see very often in a woman and it made him love Robyn even more than he already did how she was just herself, not worrying about nails or hair or make up and when she did dress up, and dress up for him, he always understood and valued the extra effort she made. “Go and shower. You want the one in my room?”

“And take you away from your fan? I won’t be to blame for that!” She chuckled. “Bathroom is fine. All my things are in there already though if you are planning on the turning on the fan, I will dry my hair in your room rather than the bathroom.”

He followed her as she walked toward his bedroom, Taron groaning with the heat inside, pulling at his t-shirt. He made his way straight to the fan, turning it onto five, standing right in front of the protected twirling blades. “I am going to cool my room down and you are going to heat it right back up with hot air.” He moaned, tilting his head back enjoying the wonderful fresh air.

Robyn laughed as she carefully knelt at her case, flinching a small bit as the skin on her leg stretched and pulled at the small wounds. “It takes me five minutes to dry my hair and I will do it in kitchen if you would rather.”

Taron quickly turned on his feet and walked around the bed to crouch next to her. “Not at all. Please use my bedroom like it was your own and there is no mirror in the kitchen. Dry away. My fan will blow away the hot hair.”

Robyn turned her head to look at him. While his face was still red from the sun on Friday, when it toned down, the colour on his skin would suit him well and she liked the few new freckles he had but inside had a giggle again at how tan his shoulders were going to be compared to the rest of his upper body. Bringing her thoughts away from Taron’s body, she finally answered him. “You and your fan and thank you and when I am done, I will rub in your after sun for you.”

“And I can do yours?” He asked with a hopeful look.

“You can do my shoulders for me.” His whole face grinned and Robyn told her heart to calm down. “Now I am going to shower and you need to do the same. You can also cover the scratches for me.” Robyn stood up accepting Taron’s hand for help, her clothes in her hand. “Enjoy your fan.” She winked. “Be back in ten.”

With a slight limp, Robyn walked into the bathroom, frowning at the heat inside the tiled room. Suddenly Taron’s fan didn’t seem too stupid at all but once under the fresh water of the shower, turned to a much lower temperature, Robyn washed all of the sun cream from her body, using lots of soapy bubbles and then a shower oil to make sure any trace of silk sun cream was washed away. Her hair was next and once done, Robyn turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, using one of Taron’s gorgeously expensive towels to dry herself. She would have loved another few days in the sun, the few hours she had barely tinting her skin. As she brushed her hair through, she could see a slight difference in colour on her skin, but it wouldn’t last as she went back home to the rain. Once dressed, she headed back to Taron’s room, giving the door a rattle.

“You ever going to stop knocking?”

Robyn chuckled as she walked into the room, Taron sitting on his side of the bed facing the fan.

“You wearing any clothes?” Robyn returned to him, laughing loudly as his head turned her way.

“I have shorts on. I am waiting for my after sun. Enjoying my fan.”

“Let me dry my hair and I am ready for you.”

“Robyn?”

“Hmm?” She asked as she pulled her hair dryer from her case.

“I can still cover your scratches, right?”

“Yeah of course.”

“But your shorts?” Robyn stood up and watched as Taron’s face very slowly broke into a full grin. “Or should I say cutest little dungarees!”

She looked down to her green dungaree shorts and then back to Taron. “Cutest?”

Taron nodded. “Adorable.” He confirmed, laughing as Robyn rolled her eyes at him. “I love them.”

“I don’t think there is an age limit on who can wear dungarees and these ones just happen to be very comfortable and don’t worry. I am can pull the leg up. They won’t be in the way.” She moved and plugged her hair dryer in at the socket beside the television. “Ten minutes and I am done. You have a nice shower?”

“Yeah, it was good to wash the day off. It has been long one.”

“I will be right with you for your after sun.” She saw his smile grow more.

“I am ready and waiting chicken.”

“I can see that.” Robyn gave him one more look before she turned on her hair dryer and using her reflection in Taron’s mirror, quickly worked on drying her hair. She was thankful that she couldn’t see his reflection too because he was extremely distracting, especially as he sat half-dressed and while her thoughts were not on her drying her hair, she could only keep the smile on her face as he complimented her choice of clothes. She always dressed comfortable and cosy and she had thrown her dungarees in her suitcase as a just in case outfit and was glad she did. With a dark green tank top underneath, it was a simple and typical Robyn outfit and as she used her hairbrush to help further dry and straighten out her hair, she hoped Taron hadn’t picked something green to wear. Already matching at the beach, she didn’t want to carry on the tradition for their evening dinner. Still not hungry but feeling much better after her shower, Robyn turned the hairdryer off and gave her hair a little fluff. A few more days in the sun would help to brighten her fading colour, but the growing roots were going to have to last another few weeks until she had the time to go to the hairdressers.

“Done?”

Robyn turned to look at Taron, the Welshman now laying on his bed on his stomach, his feet at his pillow, his face in his hands.

“Were you watching me the whole time?” She asked carefully dropping the purple dryer onto the ground.

“Maybe. I was curious to see how you dry your hair. You have a lot of it and let me just throw out there, you are constantly watching me sleep.”

Robyn grinned and walked over to him. “Ok fair enough. Are you happy with my hair drying technique?”

“Immensely. My favourite part was when you flicked your head over to get the hair at the back dry.”

“Any tips to do it better?” She asked stepping closer to him, her hands trailing up and into his damp hair. His hair was still quite short but it didn’t stop her from dragging her nails across his scalp and down towards his neck, moving them back again.

“Not one and bloody hell Robyn, how do you always do this so perfectly?”

“I just know how you tick Taron.”

“Well tick tock me.”

Robyn chuckled hard, her fingers now behind his ears, her thumbs gently rubbing over red cheeks. “Happily.” As she lovingly scratched his head, her eyes were on his shoulders. Still red, Robyn was so glad to see the factor fifty sun cream had protected him from any more sun exposure though they were clearly ready for some soothing and cooling from the sun he already had. She slowly pulled her hands from his hair. “After sun time.”

“No head massage time.” He complained as he looked at her through beautifully long and dark eye lashes. “Been so long since I have had a proper one.”

“I promise the next time we meet; I will give you a long and proper one and I will throw in a neck one for free too. Right now your shoulders need to be looked after and a dinner to attend.” Robyn bent down and kissed his head. “Don’t need you getting too spoilt.”

Taron’s lips lifted in a half grin. “Might be a bit late but I would very much appreciate the after sun. My shoulders still ache and I have to do yours too.”

“Already done.” Robyn’s insides turned as she saw Taron’s whole face fall, his previously bright eyes now sad, his lips pulled down.

“But I thought I was going to do it for you.” He said his voice childlike.

“I didn’t think you were actually serious, just kinda joking with me.”

Taron moved to sit on the bed properly and reached for her hands. “I was very serious. I wanted to make sure you weren’t burnt after a day in the sun.”

Robyn’s lips lifted into a small smile. “Not burnt. Nicely warmed.”

“Robyn.” Taron’s voice was deep and firm. “I just wanted to do the same for you as you have been doing for me and I did promise you a nice neck massage on the beach.”

“Your after sun has been out of necessity Taron.”

“And yours isn’t?”

“Not as much as yours. You are back to a rough set tomorrow. Don’t pout Taron. It’s not a good look for you.” She lifted her finger to push his bottom lip back in. “You need it more than me.”

“But it was something I wanted to do for you.” He said his voice still quite sad. “Always doing nice things for me. One thing…” He mumbled.

As she watched his head dip, Robyn felt her heart drop a little. She never realised it meant so much to him and stepped forwards, and pulled him into her so she could hug him, his head against her stomach, her arms gently around his shoulders. “Sorry.” She said into his damp hair. “I am sure I missed some bits. Maybe you should double check for me.” Taron didn’t answer her but she felt his shoulders lift as he sighed. “I am sorry rocketman. I just automatically did it myself. Still getting used to having a second pair of hands willing to help me.”

Taron slipped his arms around Robyn’s back, enjoying the easy rise and fall of her stomach against his cheek. “No worries chicken.”

“You can still do it if you want?”

“It’s ok Robyn. Probably not a good time to get you settled for a neck massage when we have to get to dinner.”

“How about we forget the neck massage and I make it up to you with a long head scratch when we get back. It will help you relax and to sleep before you are up early. I am sorry Taron.” She felt him tighten his arms around her. “Can I do your shoulders?” She asked gently, letting her hands rest on his lower back, her thumbs moving ever so slightly on his warm skin. His little nod was tiny and barely there and she bent her head to kiss his hair. “We never bought a different after sun for you.”

“I am getting used to the tropical one.” He lightly laughed. “And please, if you wouldn’t mind.”

“And then you can cover the scratches.”

“Sure Robyn.”

Once he was settled on the bed, Robyn took up position behind him and very delicately rubbed the cream into his red skin, still feeling a horrible heat on his shoulders, hearing and feeling him flinch a number of times. “Give it two more days Taron and it will have eased off a lot. You need to keep rubbing the cream in though, as best you can. Even if Stephanie can do it for you in the morning, just to get to here.” Robyn traced her two index fingers over his skin under his neck. “You will never reach here yourself.”

“I can ask her. I am sure she won’t mind. In fact she would probably get a kick out of doing it. She warned me about the sun.”

“I see some extra make up in your future. Shit sorry!” Robyn took her hands away from him when his whole body rose in pain as she pushed too hard with her thumbs. “Sorry Taron.”

The sting only lasted a few seconds but it hurt horribly and he felt awful for recoiling from Robyn. His eyes were still closed tight and even as she added a larger amount of cream to his neck, smoothing it out bit by bit over to shoulders and back again, he let his shoulders drop into her touch. “That’s perfect Robyn.” He rolled his neck, smiling a little as she dipped her hands down past his shoulder blades and ran her thumbs up his spine. “Thought we didn’t have time for a long massage.”

“It’s a little one. You haven’t used a voucher in a long time.”

“Well it seems I haven’t needed to use one lately.”

“Next time we meet, bring one. I have feeling you might need a proper one.”

Taron looked over his shoulder. “That could be ages away.”

“So let me just do this for a minute or two.” Robyn pushed her thumbs into his spine once more. “And then you can do your bit for me.”

“You just like having your hands on my body.” Taron chuckled, his laugh turning into a pleasurable moan, his hands fisting the duvet as Robyn really pressed into his back.

“I think you might have gotten sunburnt on purpose.” Robyn palmed her whole hand down to the waistband of his shorts, slightly around his waist and back up the middle of his back and to his neck, being extra careful when she reached his red skin.

“Hell no. Fucking hurts. I would rather beg for one then have to need to do this four times a day.”

Robyn took her hands from him so she could squeeze some of the cooling gel into her hands. “Let me just run the gel over you once more.”

“Sure Robyn.”

It was a brief but satisfying minute and once done, Taron rolled his shoulders and then turned around so he could look to her. “Thank you.”

“No worries at all.” She lifted her hands to his face and rubbed the remaining cream and gel on her hands into his cheeks and nose, grinning at his face lifted in a wonderful smile. “One last bit and before we go some pain killers.”

“Let me grab my t-shirt and then I can put the dressings over those scratches. You want to start rolling up the shorts for me?”

“Sure Taron.”

He stood up from the bed, taking the black t-shirt from the duvet and carefully slipping it on, heading towards Robyn’s case where she had left her beach bag. He had put some bandages and tape into it before they had left Eve’s and now with it in his hands headed back to the bed, Robyn now on her feet rolling her up left short leg. “You can stand this time if you want. Won’t take me two minutes.”

“Sure Taron.” She moved forward to let him sit on the bed behind her, feeling his hands on her hips to guide her back a bit so he could reach her.

“Jesus, you bruise so easily.” Taron ran the back of his index finger down the long blue bruise. “This looks worse now than the scratches.”

“Just from the impact of the rock.”

“Must have hurt.” Taron asked as he opened one of the small dressing and the box of tape.

“Yeah, it did but it’s ok now.” She felt Taron cover the first scratch, keeping his hand on her leg to hold the bandage. “And it will fade in time.” She heard the light tear of the tape but Taron hadn’t answered her yet. “Always been the way.”

“Never wondered why?” Taron carefully taped the dressing in place, making sure it was nice and snug against her skin.

Robyn shrugged, hoping the shrug hid the shiver she felt as Taron’s finger very lightly traced over the tape on her leg. “Not really.”

“Maybe you should. Your hand and now your leg?” Taron picked up the next dressing.

“Both from accidents.”

“I have seen your legs covered in bruises from a little bump off some furniture before.”

“Would ya stop!” Robyn complained. “It’s a bruise that happened because of an accident. If you were thrown against a hard rock, you would bruise too.” She could feel him now running two fingers down the back of her leg. “You don’t have to worry about me.”

“Can you let me worry a little bit?” He asked taping off the dressing. “You always worry about me and can you roll your shorts up any more?” He asked. “I cannot get to the last scratch. It’s under your clothes.”

“They won’t roll any further.” Robyn moved so she could face Taron. “Can we just leave the last one?” She watched him shake his head and looked to the clips of her dungarees. “Well I guess, there is one way. Trust me?”

“Always.”

With a nod, Robyn turned around and opened the silver clips to her dungarees, letting them drop down to her waist, then letting the left side drop further so the material now sat at her thigh. “You can reach the last one now, right?”

“Robyn…” Taron’s voice was in a whisper. He was taken aback at how quickly she had opened her dungarees to let them down leaving her standing in just her tank top and underwear. His words were lost and he prayed that his hands would stop shaking before he had to touch her again.

“Taron you can cover the last one?” She looked over his shoulder not missing how wide his eyes had gotten. It was a daring move to strip down but she trusted Taron and was glad her underwear matched her dungarees. “Just like a swimming togs rocketman and come on, we’ve been here before.”

“Yeah, I can get it chicken.” Telling himself to get a grip, Taron quickly covered the last scratch at the seam of her underwear, telling his mind to stop over thinking, his eyes to stop looking. However it didn’t stop him from running three fingers over the tape once he had secured the bandage and then over the grazes and dark bruise beside the dressing. “All done. It feel ok?”

Robyn wanted to tell him it felt gorgeous when he ran his fingers tentatively across her skin, how it helped ease the slight twinge she felt but gave him a proper answer. “Yeah. It’s better. Thank you.” Taking a step forward Robyn pulled her clothes back up and fastened the clips, turning around to him. “Thanks. Give me two minutes to grab some stuff and we are good to go.”

“Sure.”

Robyn walked away from him and out of the bedroom to the bathroom, her hands running through her hair. It probably had not been the best idea to drop her dungarees without warning Taron first but it was the easiest way for him to help her. She never would have been so brass with her movements a few months ago but she trusted Taron though probably should have given the man some notice and maybe herself for what she had done. A quick glance in the mirror showed a flush on her cheeks and definitely a little colour on her face, a dusting of freckles on her nose and a smile on her face, her stomach dancing in happy little circles as he thought about how careful Taron was with her and how she hadn’t missed the extra touches he made which were not necessary at all. It was a fizzling she hadn’t felt in such a long time around Taron because lately when they met one of them was out of sorts. Now her love for him was burning strong though inside she was definitely feeling sad at having to say goodbye to Taron in the morning. The last few times they had met, they had a future plan of when they would see each other again but this time, nothing was set in stone.

“Now why do you have a sad face.”

Robyn looked to the bathroom door, Taron leaning against it. “I don’t know.” She replied, routing through her toiletry bag for her perfume, feeling him staring at her once she found the bottle and sprayed some spritz of perfume on her body.

“I feel it too Robyn. I know how hard it is having to say goodbye but we still have lots of time left.”

Robyn nodded a little. “Wish we could meet every weekend, every day.”

“I would get a massage every day.” Taron chuckled. “And cookies.”

Robyn laughed with him. “I have created a monster. A massage and cookie monster.”

“You sure have.” He stepped into the bathroom to give her a hug from behind. “Ready to go? We are running a little behind.”

“Yeah, just need to switch my bag out.”

“Sure.” Taron let her go and followed her into the bedroom, closing the windows and turning off the fan.

After a quick visit to the bathroom, giving his body its own spray of aftershave, Taron walked back out to his bedroom, Robyn ready and waiting for him. “Ready for another family meal?”

“Absolutely, though still not very hungry.”

“No pressure to eat anything or stay long than you want.” Taron assured her. “And any of the childhood stories you hear are either not true or over exaggerated.”

Robyn chuckled lightly. “I can’t wait to get another perspective on you.”

“I cannot wait for the day when I get to meet all of your relatives so I can get all the stories on you as a kid.”

“I have nothing to hide.” Robyn answered him. “Now let’s go. You told me we are really running late.”