#i have no words besides 'this is so unbelievably stunning i want to cry and store this in my heart and keep it etched there forever'

[dreemurr-skelememer]

Hi, uh, have a fanfic I guess? I dunno where this came from but here-

It’s not the best but midnight writing is hit or miss lol

(Heavily debated whether to post this on or off anon, anxiety ruled out-)

alsoloveyourartokbye

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“-and it was just so… dreamy! I don’t know how he moves like that!”

Dream had been gushing about his latest crush for the past half hour, his aura pulsing like a solar flare with his giddiness.

Blue and Hearts were listening avidly, cooing and awwing at the way the positive guardian was practically swooning.

Ink had tuned out a while ago, drawing lightly in his sketchbook to the comforting background noise of his friends.

“…Ink?” The artist looked up with a questioning hum, seeing three pairs of eyelights trained on them.

“What’s up?” They asked with a confused smile.

Dream chuckled. “I asked if you’ve ever been in love before.”

Ink froze.

Had they ever…

Been in…

A ringing sound began to overtake everything else as they stared into nothingness.

He barely registered the concerned voices of his friends as the ringing grew louder and his vision grew fuzzier.

Flashes and whispers flew through his mind; a gentle voice, a soft blue jacket, yellow, red, a bright light, dust…

He felt lost.

~~~

“…nk…in…Ink!” He jolted with a quiet gasp, hearing and vision returning in an instant as someone called his name.

A gentle breeze brushed across their face, the sweet scent of flowers accompanied by the singing of distant birdsong echoed on the wind.

He was sitting on a large hill, cushioned by soft grass and surrounded by wildflowers humming with little insects. The sun shone bright in a blue sky, fluffy clouds dotted here and there across the expanse. The shade of a large tree blocked most of the beaming light, keeping him cool and comfortable.

The view was calming; the grassy hill sloped downward into a field that turned into sprawling forest that went on for seemingly forever. The tops of the trees swayed in the wind, and he could see how the leaves flashed as they moved.

“Ink? Are you alright?” The question had him turning his head to face the speaker.

For some reason, he felt like crying.

Gin was giving them a gentle smile, concern poorly hidden in his gaze as he tilted his head slightly.

“You zoned out there for a moment, inkblot. Did I bring up a bad topic?”

Ink blinked, staring into the face of his friend as he fumbled for words.

“Uhm, what… were we talking about?” They asked hesitantly.

Gin chuckled.

“I asked if you’d ever been in love before.”

The patient smile on the other skeletons face made something clench in his ribs.

“I… no, I haven’t. I couldn’t, even if I wanted to.” They looked away. “Being soulless and all. My love would be a lie.”

Gin huffed in laughter, and Ink raised a browbone at him.

“What?”

Gin merely shook his head.

“Nothing, it’s just, you seem to love so much.” He turned his body to face Ink, and the expression on his face made their cheekbones heat up.

“H-how do you mean?” They brought their scarf up to cover their lower face.

It didn’t help when Gin awwed at their rare display of bashfulness.

“It’s not always obvious, but you love in lots of little ways. Like how you put so much detail and effort into drawings of your friends and family, how you always bring me and Kin souvenirs you think we’d like from your travels, how you attend to the AUs and keep them safe and protected, the way you talk about the people you care for… you do love, Ink. I’ve known you long enough to tell.”

With every reason Gin listed, Ink felt his face grow hotter and hotter and before long, he figured it would be rather easy to cook an egg on his burning skull.

They heard Gin laughing again and pulled their scarf up to cover their entire head, his words making something churn warm and bright deep in their empty ribcage.

Arms wrapped around them to pull them into a comforting hold, and after a few moments they returned the gesture, burying their face instead into Gin’s shoulder with a wheeze.

“… you’re gonna kill me one day.” Their voice was muffled by fabric. They felt Gin shake with mirth, and a hand came up to gently rub the back of their skull. They melted into the touch.

“That would make me sad. But getting to see you flustered is a treat.” Ink groaned at the teasing, tapping a gentle fist against the other skeletons back in a wordless protest, much to Gin’s amusement.

They sat together for a while, listening to the birds sing, feeling the cool grass brush against their legs, enjoying the shade of the tree they rested under.

Feeling in control again, Ink drew back from the hug and met Gin’s gaze.

His eyes held only softness, and Ink felt both comforted and shy looking into his sockets.

“So, Ink. Have you ever been in love?”

Ink so badly wanted to draw the expression on his friends face, to preserve this moment for all of time.

That pretty grey-blue blush light on pale cheekbones, highlighting the cracks around his socket.

The gentleness in his soft lights, the love and care they held for Ink and Ink alone in this precious sliver of time.

Warmth curled in his chest as the artist felt his breath catch, his own blush reignited.

“… I think I have.”

~~~

Ink gasped as he was suddenly doused in freezing water, snapping out of the memory in an instant as he was abruptly returned to reality.

He sputtered out a “what the hell?!” as his friends crowded around him, shouting their worry and relief.

“Ink! Oh stars, you’re back! I’m so sorry, I didn’t- I had no idea-“

Dream was in tears, bright yellow magic falling from his sockets as he apologized profusely.

Blue had a hand on their shoulder, glancing all over their face with concern in his baby blue lights.

“Are you alright, Ink? You were not responding to us at all, you just sat there staring for almost an hour!”

Hearts sat down beside them, a towel and a change of clothes in hand along with a steaming mug of what smelled like chamomile-lavender tea.

Their head felt fuzzy and clouded, and they brought a hand up to rub at their nasal bone when pain throbbed behind their sockets.

“What… what happened?” They groaned.

“I’m not sure, hon. You looked so lost and out of it. We couldn’t get you to respond to anything. The water was a last resort.” Hearts explained.

“Oh… sorry for scaring you. I don’t know why I...” They rubbed at their skull again as it pulsed.

“Does your head hurt?” Ink nodded at Dream’s question, and soon felt two hands on the sides of his head. Warmth bloomed where they made contact, and Ink sighed as the pain slowly vanished.

“Thank you.” They looked up to meet the guardians eyes.

“Here,” Hearts handed them the clothes and towel, “go dry off and get changed, then come back for the tea. If you want to we can talk afterwards.” Ink nodded again, feeling a shiver run through their body as they were reminded of the cold dampness of their clothes.

He stood up, shakily, and made his way down the hall to the bathroom, ignoring the worried whispers of his friends behind him.

~~~

Ink stared into the bathroom mirror, taking in their haggard expression with slight distain. They felt so weary and tired, even though it was still fairly early in the evening.

He sighed quietly, rubbing at his sockets before turning away from his reflection and throwing his soaked clothes into the hamper.

Making their way out of the bathroom, they jolted upon seeing something out of the corner of their eye, whipping around to stare at their startled reflection in the mirror.

After a few seconds he shook his head and left the room, figuring it was just a trick of the light aided by his exhausted mind.

It was a nice thought, though, that Gin was still watching out for him.

~~~

Surrounded by the soft breathing of his friends, (and snoring from Dream), Ink, despite his weariness, found that sleep was evading him.

He was still stuck on what had happened earlier, when he’d awoken to icy water being dumped over him to snap him out of… whatever state he’d been in.

There was a large blank spot in their memory. Dream had asked a question, and then what felt like seconds later, they were doused in cold water.

The question… what was the question?

‘Have you ever been in love?’

Oh.

Right.

They remember now.

Their answer was swallowed up by the darkness of the living room.

“… I think I have.”

ANON DO YOU GET SICK KICKS FROM RUINING MY NIGHT LIKE THIS ?? ? ??s f???!?!?!?!?!????

THIS IS SOOO....SO SO SOooooo BEAUTIFULLY WRITTEN. I FELT THIS IN MY VERY BONES AND CRUSHED THEM WITH THE WEIGHT OF THE WORDS.

the gentle scenery, the two settings, the comforting feeling while i read.......oh anon.....................how could you do this to Me

you did it......youve fully captured them in my eyes.............you did it.......................

[ladybellissima]

Finding Love Katakuri x Reader Part 12

His island in sight Katakuri felt relieved that he made it in time. Sailing with full speed they were able to get back home on the 3 third day. He didn't know what would had happened if he missed the wedding of pudding, but now getting close to his home it wasn't important anymore. Noticing a familiar face at the bay he narrowed his eyes in confusion.

"I am glad you made it in time big brother.. Where is (Y/N)?", Brulee asked his concerned brother. Slowly his servants left the ship, while Katakuri ignored her a moment and walked back to get his wife. Watching her still sleeping form lovingly, he slowly grabbed her body to bring her home. Brulee waited patiently outside and gasped of seeing his wife's condition.

"God Katakuri…",she spoke shocked and took her hand, while watching her closley.

"Why are you here? Did Oven tell Mama what happened. ", he asked in a demanding tone.

Brulee looked up to him worried and shook her head furiously. "No no. Everything's fine. It's just Oven needed help to keep things a secret. He couldn't handle your duties and his own. Plus Mama wanted to see you and so Smoothie, Daifuku and I helped him out. Don't worry. No one would ever betray you big brother. You know that, right? ", she spoke while admiring him for saving his wife. In a way he was relieved that he had some back up. It also was troublesome how to treat (Y/N) 's wounds. His sister would be more suited for this.

Nodding towards her she sighed relieved and they head back to his mansion. Everything looked like before and his once wounded cooks and servants were working again like they used to. The moment they saw their Master with (Y/N) in his arms, let them cry out in happiness.

"She is back!!!! We have to cook the best desserts ever! Quick go to work!", the head cook announced and hushed his underlings back into the kitchen. Katakuri couldn't stop the smile under his scarf that she was so loved by all people.

Getting into his room he laid her down into the double bed, while Brulee automatically started to look at her wounds. Lifting her dress she stopped midway and gave Katakuri an annoyed look.

"We need some privacy here. So stop peeping and get out. I will take care of her.", she stood before her to shield her from his flustered gaze. "Brulee I would never do that!", he stuttered embarrassed and quickly headed to the door and waited outside to calm down.

"Big brother Katakuri!", Oven came out of his office and hurried to his side. "Everything alright? How is she?", he asked and was about to step in (Y/N) 's room, but was pulled back roughly by Katakuri.

"I dare you to go in there right now. Brulee is taking care of her wounds.", he spoke in a threatening tone. Oven thought about his words and got red as a tomato.

"I got it. Sorry. I am glad you made it.", he clapped his brother's shoulder in a friendly manner, while gulping nervously. "I see that everythings fine now so I will leave. Till tomorrow brother.", he spoke and left the scene. Sighing exhausted he collected his thoughts and was able to calm down completely. The past few days were exhausting and sleep would welcome him with open arms, but there was still so much to do.

Watching the closed door for awhile Katakuri decided to prepare the rare fruit he got for (Y/N). Ignoring the surprised cooks after entering their kitchen, he took a plate and a knife to carefully peel of the shell. Stunned they gasped in awe how careful and precise he worked, but also found it quite confusing.

" Master Katakuri. Shall we prepare the fruit?", a cook asked nervously. Katakuri ignored his underling and concentrated on his work.

"No. This fruit is too important.", he finally spoke shortly and finished the plate after cutting the fruit into pieces. The cooks watched the unbelievable scene dumbfounded. Getting the plate he was about to leave, but one servant stood beside him, shaken and tried to say something.

"Speak.", Katakuri looked down annoyed, which let the servant tremble even more.

"I just… We.. always decorate the plates for Lady (Y/N).. It's for her or I am wrong?", he asked frightened to push his luck. Glancing down to his bluntly cut fruit he realized that it could have been done in a more elegantly way.

"Okay decorate it.", he spoke in his usual cold manner and with quick hands the servants put little sticks in different colors into the pieces and on the edge some flowers made of sweet paper. It looked ridiculous. Never would she believe that this fruit was from him, but for Katakuri it was more important that she eats it. Nodding shortly he left and headed back. He was right in time. Brulee got out of (Y/N) 's room and smiled towards her brother.

"(Y/N) is fine. I took care of her wounds and she sleeps peacefully.",she started, but stopped after noticing the plate in his hands.

"This unique color… Is this…one of Mama' s rare healing fruits?!", she gasp shocked. Katakuri knew what that meant, if Mama would ever find out, but he wanted to be prepared to help (Y/N) and was lucky that he send his crew to get it from one of Mama's secret treasure places. Only a few siblings knew about it. The fruit helps wounded people with their recovery and supports healing scars.

"Yes it is one. And if she finds out I will take responsibility, but till then. Shut up.", he explained seriously and Brulee fell silent.

"Stealing one of Mama's fruits.. He really is in love with her.", she smiled up to him and showed with this kind of gesture that she wouldn't say anything.

"Did you also decorate it that lovely? I have to say you are very talented. I didn't expect so much colors and creativity from you big brother.", she chuckled amazed, while Katakuri grumbled annoyed.

"Don't be stupid. Like hell I would put pink sticks into fruits.", he spoke annoyed and opened (Y/N) 's door as silent as possible to not wake her.

"I am so glad that she is here…Till tomorrow brother.", she whispered and smiled brightly of Katakuri' s caring side. It was rare to see it. Only if one of his siblings were in danger but then he looked really pissed too. Now he was just acting calm and like a husband would. Nodding shortly he entered his wife's room and got to the bedside table to put the plate on it. His look fell onto her, who was now wrapped up in bandages and wearing a sleeping dress to cover her. Cuddled up in his blanket (Y/N) slept peacefully. Katakuri sat down beside her and rested his hand next to hers onto the bed. He hesitated, but slowly grabbed her hand in his to be close to her. Her skin felt so soft in his rough hand. He brushed along her fingers with his thumb and felt his heart flutter. She was everything he ever wished. Beautiful, intelligent, kind, and strong. Chuckling of the image how she kicked the man meters away at sweet city let his heart flutter even more. How pissed she looked and her sweet trying to curse and looking angered, but in his eyes she looked so adorable. He was so rude towards her, because for him it was not possible that she really wanted to know him. It looked so suspicious, too unbelievable that there was no bad intention behind it. How stupid to think that. On top she made him always worried. Now after they spoke about everything, he realized that she isn't only breathtaking on the outside. It hurted even more what he had done. And still she forgive him and still she smiled up to his cold expression he tried hardly to change the moment her gaze meets his. Bitterly he bite his lip out of regret. He didn't deserve her. That thought always crossed his mind.

Sighing his look fell onto the clock beside her. It was already evening and in a few hours he had to leave for the wedding preparations. He knew that she wasn't able to attend. He would take care of that to hide it as good as possible. Her recovery was more important right now. Noticing some papers and pencils he thought about writing her a message than telling his servants. He often read about it in his books, but these lovey-dovey shit with love letters didn't suite him in the slightest. But it made him restless to not do it. Scratching his head in irritation he grabbed the paper and pen. Clueless he watched the pieces in his hands like they would tell him what to do.

"Let's see.. How to start. Just (Y/N). That sounds too short. Dear (Y/N)? My beloved (Y/N)? Hell no it would be too much..too cliché", he grumbled. Sighing strained about the fact that the beginning was already a challenge, he looked up to her beautiful face again.

" She tried so much to make things better… I should too. ", he thought and smiled under his scarf. Word after word he wrote down his message and read it over and over again to control its perfection. Getting up he placed the note beside the plate and gave her one last look before he had to get things ready. He was thankful to have another chance. To have the possibility to gain her trust and hopefully her love. Standing beside her he wasn't able to leave, but he had to. Slowly he leaned down to her face. Just to feel it how it would be. How it was to be this close to the one you love. Her breath brushed against his nose and slowly he pulled down his scarf. How he wished to kiss her and just showing his face without any regret afterwards. For him it was forbidden. He didn't want to hurt her. Scare her away, but in the moment of heat he closed his eyes and gave her a short kiss on her forehead. Katakuri made this gesture slowly and carefully to not wake her up or cut her with his teeth. His face heated up and the longing for her raise. God was she driving him crazy. The soft skin on his lips, her beautiful scent, which he took in deeply let his butterflies in his stomach go insane. Just centimeters away of his lips, he was not able to close the gap between them.

"I can't be friends with you..ever… And I will try my best to show you why  because.. I love you…", he whispered and froze in the spot after realizing what he just said. Thank God she was still sleeping. Embarrassed he pulled his scarf back up and headed to the door.

"Sleep well..(Y/N)…"

[smallestapplin]

I ADORE the proposal with emmet! It was so sticking cute! I love how you write so much!!!

How do you think ingo would react to being proposed to? I feel like he would be stunned for a moment before slowly breaking down and starts crying while saying yes.

Your writing is amazing keep up the good work!

Precious baby Ingo.

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You think you know what Ingo likes and doesn’t like at this point, hence why you two went on a late night scroll when he couldn’t sleep.

There was a nice pond near by that you two frequently walked by and let your Pokémon out to have fun, it was a special spot for you two. Many walks were spent here.

Sitting on the bench you look over to Ingo, who’s staring at the water as you two sat on the bench by the shore.

He looks so beautiful, the water reflecting off his silver eyes, he looks so comfy and relaxed in his pajamas, just a simple t shirt, boxers and slippers, his hair a bit of a mess from his tossing and turning trying to sleep.

That was the moment that sold it for you.

You wanted to marry this man.

It took a few months after that night but you finally found a perfect ring for him, a beautiful black and red colored one, you just knew he’d love it.

Ingo has always been more of a private man, wanting to keep his home life and work life separate.

You take him to the white forest.

“Come on! It’s just gonna be a nice picnic.”

“My dear, I do not doubt you but it’s not only late, but I have work in the morning.” He tries to keep up and grab something for you, he wants to help carry the picnic items but you don’t let him.

“Ingo, it’s only eight thirty, we will be home before midnight so you can get your beauty sleep.” You tease, chuckling at his pout.

You took him to a secluded clearing and began to set everything up.

It was a light picnic, the food being more lunch items like sandwiches, but you two prepped everything together, which made it all better.

Once everything was consumed and placed back on the basket you both laid back on the blanket gazing at the stars.

The moon was in perfect view of the clearing, giving you enough light.

You held his hand in between you two. Sitting in silence, moments like these allowed you to think about how much you love the man beside you.

You peek at him in your peripheral to see he is taking it all in. His eyes glued to the beautiful sky above, listening to the sounds of the night.

He truly felt at peace with you here.

Without making a sound you reach into your pocket and clench the velvet box to your chest before taking a deep breath.

“I love you, you know.”

Ingo looks at you, his face now coated in a light blush.

“I love you too, my dear.” His expression is a soft one.

“I love you more than I could every possibly put into words, you make me so unbelievably happy, you being so much joy and love into my life, I don’t know how I ever managed without you.”

Ingo looks away, his face getting brighter the more you speak.

“I adore you, I love you, I want nothing more than to stay by your side, I want the world to know my love for you, so, will you marry me?”

Ingo whips his head back around to you, you’re sitting up now holding out that box with such a beautiful ring inside it.

His heart is in his throat, he can’t breath, those silver glowing eyes darting between you and the ring.

Cautiously he sits up. His body trembling.

“Y…you want to m-marry me?” He is in disbelief, that he must be dreaming.

“I would love nothing more than to call you my husband.” Your smile glows in the moon light.

Your eyes widen in shock when he starts crying, soft hiccups turn into full blown sobs. You panic for a second before he pulls into a tight hug.

His tears soaking into your shirt when you feel him nods.

“Ingo?”

“Yes! I will! I want to..I want to marry you too!” His voice breaking in between his sobs.

“I’m just, just so happy.” He finally finishes.

You coo softly and wrap your arms around him, gently rubbing soothing circles on his back.

“My sweet fiancé, I’m so glad.” You laugh when he makes a sound between a wail and a squeal.

He cries on you for the longest time before you slip the ring on his fingers.

Ingo just stares at it, purely in love with it.

“I love you, Ingo.”

“I love you too, so very much my dear.”

Maybe you two can stay out here just a while longer.

[gredandforgesmischief]

after all - plus size lily x james!

title: after all

pair: james potter x plus size! lily evans

summary: lily never thought that a person like james could be sincere when asking someone like her out.

content: uhh idk what to put here but lily has anxiety/body image issues

word count: 2500

a/n: hiii everyone this is my first piece of writing on this account :)) i posted this headcanon on my tiktok a while back and people really wanted me to write about it, so i did! feedback is always welcome.

other characters/ships mentioned: dorlene, wolfstar, mary macdonald, marlene mckinnon, remus lupin, sirius black, minerva mcgonagal

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“Oi, Evans, wait!”

Lily groaned as the bespectacled boy jogged towards her. Not this again she thought to herself. Despite her less than happy expression, James smiled kindly towards her. She nodded to him hoping that he would carry on and say whatever he had approached her for.

“Would you want to go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?” Lily noticed that he was fumbling with his sleeve as he asked, and could tell that he was nervous. His anxiousness made her feel a bit bad about what she was to say next.

“James I-” She started, her lips pursing into a frown, but James already knew what she was going to say.

James smiled sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck with his hand. “It’s no worries,” Lily avoided eye contact with him, as he began to walk away. “Just let me know if you change your mind.” James said as he continued down the corridor.

-

“Lily, I honestly don’t know what you’re on about. James asks you out every chance he gets,” Marlene said, glaring at the redhead as she plopped down onto her bed, “you just never accept his offers.”

Lily looked to Mary for help, but had little luck as Mary silently agreed with Marlene. The three had just come back from dinner and were painting each other’s nails.

“Why are we even talking about this, Mary was asking you about Dorcas. What does that have to do with James and I?” Lily pulled her hand away from Mary, smudging the nail that Mary was painting.

“So you agree that there is something going on between you and James?” Mary questioned, ignoring the fact that Lily had ruined the work that she had been doing for the last twenty minutes. Marlene laughed, noticing the flush on Lily’s face.

“We all saw you two today before potions, don’t be coy!” Marlene egged on. Lily got up from her position on the floor, rolling her eyes while doing so.

“I don’t know how many times that I have to tell you that James isn’t into me. Neither of you will ever get it. A guy like him wouldn’t want to date someone like me.” Mary glanced at Marlene, the air in the room starting to become a bit tense. Lily cleared her throat, hoping that neither of the girls across from her would press further.

Mary and Marlene were not unfamiliar to Lily’s harsh demeanor. At this point, they knew Lily like the back of their hands. They knew what she meant when she said “someone like me”. It was far too often the two consoled Lily when she cried to them about a cruel comment that someone had made to her about her weight.

Although Lily had been dealing with these comments all throughout her sixteen years of life, her insecurities only grew as she became a teenager. It was quite difficult for her to not compare herself to her thinner classmates, regardless of how much it hurt to think about.

“You are beautiful Lils,” Lily looked at Mary as she spoke, awaiting the rest of her sentence, but was met without any other words.

Marlene and Mary’s affection towards her was something that Lily had to get used to at first. Lily had never been comfortable with people complimenting her physical appearance because of the conditions that usually accompanied the compliment.

Nearly every compliment that Lily could remember was backhanded, until she had met her two best friends. Whether it was her aunt congratulating her on losing some amount of weight or the uncomfortable, “You’re pretty for a big girl.” Regardless of how hard she tried, the comments about her body never seemed to cease.

“Mary is right, Lily, you are stunning. You don’t have to go on a date with James, but give him some credit. He’s not a total arse.” Marlene said, trying to deescalate the situation.

Lily nodded, but even their kind words couldn’t soothe her anxiety. She looked toward the clock on her side table and noticed the time.

“I have to go. Head Girl duties call.” Lily quickly grabbed the robe on her bed, bringing it along in case she got cold while making her rounds. Marlene and Mary flashed sympathetic smiles at the redhead as she left the dorm, knowing she would have to go face James.

-

Surprisingly, James was waiting for her when Lily reached the bottom of the steps. Lily held back a laugh, noticing him struggling to attach his “Head Boy” pin onto his uniform. You would think someone as smart as James could figure out a simple pin.

“Let me help you,” Lily said, breaking James out of his deep concentration. He looked at her with appreciation before handing the gold pin her way.

Lily tugged the front of his robes slightly before attaching the pin onto it. She hummed in satisfaction before pulling away from him. As she pulled away she noticed James was staring at her quite intensely.

Lily flushed as they made eye contact. She couldn’t deny that James was attractive, but she didn’t let herself dwell on it.

“We should probably get going, I don’t want to be out all night.” Lily stated firmly starting to head out into the corridor, James following close behind her.

As the two walked around the castle, Lily distanced herself from James. She honestly did not want to deal with any awkward conversation. At this point, she had brushed James off far too many times to count, and it made her unbelievably anxious to have to do it again.

Just as they had turned the corner towards the middle courtyard, the pair heard a loud boom near the transfiguration classroom.

“Oh great, just what I need right now,” Lily thought to herself as she and James headed into the classroom. Just as they walked into the room, the door shut behind them quite forcefully. There had seemed to be no one in the room besides the two of them. The brunet grabbed the handle of the door quickly, realizing that it was stuck.

“You don’t happen to have your wand… do you?” The boy looked towards Lily with a concerned look on his face.

Lily patted the pocket of her robe before realizing that this was in fact not her robes, but rather Marlene’s. She huffed out a breath of air. “You would think I would notice the size difference” Lily silently cursed at herself before looking towards a confused James.

“This isn’t my robe, I must have grabbed Marlene’s before I left. Why don’t you have your wand? Kind of irresponsible, no?” Lily scolded, hoping that he was messing with her about not having his wand. After her conversation with Marlene and Mary, Lily was not feeling her best, and it became very apparent to James as she bit her nails anxiously.

“Hey, you also forgot your wand, but you don’t see me complaining.” James was joking, but when he looked at Lily once more, he noticed that her eyes were watering. “I’m just kidding, Lily, are you alright?”

Lily frowned at the brunet’s apology, she couldn’t stand him acting like he cared so deeply for her. The two were barely even acquaintances, and she didn’t feel like explaining all of her anxiety quirks to someone she hardly knew.

“Please don’t do that. Don’t act like you care.” Lily said forcefully, meeting eyes with the brown-eyed boy. The two had now moved away from the door and were sitting on the floor near the wall opposite to the door.

Once more, James looked at the redhead in confusion. He racked his brain to think about every interaction he had with Lily that day, before it dawned on him.

“Is this about me asking you out? I never meant to make you uncomfortable- you see I thought Hogsmeade could even be a group thing. Remus and Sirius would also come- wait I guess they’re a couple, but it doesn’t have to be a double date… you could bring Mary-” James went on, his cheeks a soft pink, before Lily cut him off.

“Listen, James, I don’t know if you get some sort of kick out of asking me out, but whatever angle you’re playing at I’d rather not be a part of it,” Lily was visibly distraught now, her jaw was clenched and a single tear was rolling down her cheek. For what felt like the hundredth time, James looked to her in genuine confusion.

James had nothing to say, and as he stared at her mouth ajar, she started up again.

“You could have at least picked a better joke. Asking out the fat girl is so overdone. I didn’t think that you of all people would be so awful,”

Lily was really crying now. “Marlene told me that you were sweeter than before, and I really gave you the benefit of the doubt...but here we are and you’re still laughing at me!” Lily didn’t mean to blow up at James, but at this point they had been stuck in the classroom for what had felt like hours.

Lily wrapped her arms around herself, her head hanging down. She knew that James was staring at her, but she couldn’t find it in herself to care. Maybe now he’ll leave me alone.

Both of the Gryffindors were quiet for a long minute before James decided to break the silence.

“Lily, I don’t know what I’ve said to make you think that I’m joking, but I promise you I’m not. I get it if you don’t want to go out with me, but I just need you to know that I would never ask you out as a joke. Why would you think that?”

Lily finally pulled her head up and looked at James. His brow was furrowed and the expression on his face was unreadable. She took a breath, calming herself down.

“What do you mean, James? I mean look at me.”

There it was. That feeling. It was unavoidable at this point. All of the insecurity that Lily had shoved down was threatening to spill out. It was infrequent that Lily really confronted her self-image, but her conversation with James forced everything to surface.

James could almost see the gears in Lily’s head turning, it was very obvious that she was thinking hard about something. He sighed, not wanting to press her further.

“Lily, I don’t know what happened to make you think that I was joking, but I would truly be honored to take you out.” James said cautiously. He couldn’t tell if this would upset her further. Lily was looking at him in speculation, but at some point she had stopped crying.

She was looking at him, not speaking, almost as if to tell him to keep going. For months she had thought James was playing some cruel prank on her, but they were alone now. There wasn’t some audience to laugh at her if she told James how she felt. And even if he was joking, the pair were by themselves, and Lily could deny accepting James' invitation for a date to anyone that James would tell.

As she looked at him, she noticed that James genuinely seemed horrified at her accusation against him. If she wasn’t completely sure that James was being sincere, she would not have said another word, but for whatever reason, Lily trusted James.

“I’m sorry for yelling at you,” Lily was sorry, “I don’t know what it is. There’s just something about someone like you wanting to go out with someone like me that seems… off.”

James frowned. He wasn’t oblivious to what Lily was talking about, but he really couldn’t understand why Lily was insecure. There weren't enough words to describe the beauty that Lily emitted.

“Lily, you’re the smartest person I know-”

“That’s what everyone says, James.” Lily laughed softly, watching James squirm at her words. She knew that he was nervous, but it was funny to see him care so much.

“Oh, so you do want me to be mean to you?” James’ tone was serious, but there was a lighthearted look in his eyes.

Lily rolled her eyes, “Haha, very funny. I don’t even think you could be mean to me. I think the last time I saw someone this nervous was when Marlene tried out for quidditch during second year.” The two laughed, James nudging Lily with his arm playfully.

As their laughter died down, James remarked, “Enough with the jokes, though. You’re actually the most beautiful person I’ve ever met,” Even after he was met with a glare from Lily, he continued. “You’ve been crying and you still look lovely, Lily.”

Lily sighed. First Mary and Marlene, now him? Lily felt embarrassed, but James was still staring at her, and adoringly at that. The soft rouge tint that marked his cheeks was still prominent.

“Well, you’re cute when you’re nervous,” Lily retorted, smiling as James flushed a deeper shade of red, “But I’m sure you get that often.”

James hummed, “Blimey, I don’t think anyone has seen me as nervous as I am right now, honest.” Lily apologized once more for assuming the worst in him.

The two small talked for a long while after that, simply basking in each other’s presence. James learned about Lily’s family, and Lily learned about what it was like at the Potter’s residence. Something about their dynamic felt natural.

Their conversation was halted as someone opened the door. There, standing in pajamas, was a distraught looking Mary and an annoyed Professor Mcgonagall.

Mary started, “There you are! You were gone for nearly two hours. After a while, I thought I should go check on you.”

“That’s enough, Ms. Macdonald,” Professor Mcgonagall said, “What were you two even doing in here?”

Before Lily could start to explain, James cut her off. “We were making our rounds down the corridor, when there was a loud noise coming from the classroom. When we walked in here, the door was jammed and neither of us had our wands.”

Mcgonagall looked skeptical at their story, but decided not to press the issue any further. With a gesture of her hand, the three Gryffindors started walking towards the common room.

Mary immediately went up to bed, exhausted from worrying about her best friend. Meanwhile, James and Lily had to have a quick word with Mcgonagall.

The Professor commented briskly, “Next time, please make sure you have your wand on you. You two are Head Boy and Girl after all.” Noting the nod of approval from the two teenagers, Mcgonagall went off to bed.

The pair walked into the common room, both exhausted. In spite of their tiredness, the two were radiant.

“Goodnight, Lily. I hope you sleep well.” Lily smiled, mumbling a quiet, “Goodnight James,” as she made her way up the dormitory steps.

As Lily settled into bed, she thought to herself, Maybe James would get that date after all.

[anyoneseenadam]

Hii

Can you please write something for fenrys? first meeting maybe? And the bond clicks? Thank you 🥺🥺

pairing: Fenrys x reader (throne of glass)

warnings: implied smut, kissing and nudity, lil bit of blood and injuries but mainly pure fluff

a/n: fenrys is my fave and u can tell in the fic omg!! i hope you enjoy it cause it’s probs my fave one i’ve written yet :))) (i also made it a teensy bit ddlg but that’s just cause i want Fenrys to baby me lol)

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Shit

Fenrys pressed his hand to the wound in his side, feeling the slow pump of blood seeping between his fingers as he stumbled through the woods. He had won the fight. The other guy now lying in the dirt, however not without consequence. And he wasn’t entirely sure he would stay alive unless he could find a healer soon.

He stopped to lean against a tree, breathing heavily as he held himself together. He transformed into a wolf, moving faster, and trying to pick up a scent, any scent, that could possibly help him, when he caught the sweetest smell he ever had. It was a female, smelling like peonies and blackberries, sweet but with an underlying smoky smell. She smelled of long days in flowers fields and even longer nights beside campfires, evenings spent curled in hand woven blankets and mornings spent drinking dark coffee and eating sweet toast.

He whimpered and began running in the direction of the scent. If he wasn’t so focused on not bleeding out he may have stopped to consider why the scent was pulling him in the way it did. He would have considered the direction he was running into, the direction of his future, his past and his present. But he just kept up, going as fast as his injured body would allow, concentrating on the sweet smell and putting one foot in front of the other.

He felt the change almost immediately, the cold snow and rough bark being swapped for cool moss. The pine trees swapped for tall, oak trees teeming with life. The silence of a frozen forest swapped for the rustling of bushes as nocturnal animals moved silently under the guise of darkness. The chill of the snow-covered woods swapped for the warmth of a summer evening. He pushed between two bushes and found himself facing a clearing, in the middle of which stood a wooden cottage, the wood dark and the roof covered in more moss, flowers growing from every surface and ivy peeking out of the crevices in the house. He stumbled down the path to the cottage, turning back into a male and crossing a small bridge over a stream that separated him from the intoxicating scent he chased.

He let out what he could only describe as a bark, calling for the female that carried the scent he was growing addicted to, collapsing onto his knees, feeling his conscious fade as he held to the side of his stomach, searing pain replaced by fiery veins as his head swayed. He barely heard the door open, only noticing the scent get so much stronger. He attempted to look up, the movement making his head spin as he collapsed, the last thing he saw, a girl in the halo of the moon.

--

Fenrys awoke in a foreign bed. An unbelievably comfortable bed, but foreign all the same. He pushed up on his forearms, gritting his teeth at the reminder of his wound.

The room he was in was dark, not just in light source, but also in décor. The window was cracked open with lacy curtains half closed, there was a tall bookshelf sat next to a desk with leather-bound books lining it, and tall candles flickering and casting the room in a golden glow. The bed he was in was small, clearly just for one, but so soft. He had blankets surrounding him and copious amounts of pillows, some that appeared hand made. In fact, upon closer inspection, a lot of the room looked handmade. Art covering the walls depicting crying women or bloody scenes that he presumed had been done by the owner of this house, given the pallet and assortment of brushed he saw on the windowsill.

And then there was that scent. It was stronger here and he pressed his face into a pillow tentatively, breathing in through his nose as he picked up on the deeper undertones. Fresh picked daisies, melted wax, the pages of old, worn books and something he couldn’t describe. Something so intoxicating he felt tears spring to his eyes, his body reacting in an unheard-of way, so overcome with emotion from scent alone.

He heard footsteps approaching the closed door and hastily put down the pillow, sitting up straight and readying himself to fight whoever it was if they were an intruder. But when you entered he faltered.

Mate. The word clanged through him as he came face to face with an angel. You were wearing a dark brown broderie dress with white hearts lining the hem, your feet bare and toenails painted black. Your hair was falling around your face, messy and untamed, and you had dark smudges around your eyes, makeup that accentuated your features and made you look like a character from the scary books he read as a boy. However right now you looked more like a teddy bear.

He briefly remembered the tail of a witch he had read. An evil witch who lured men into her house with whispered words and sweet kisses, only to steal their hearts and use their blood to keep her skin young and eyes bright. This girl however was no witch, you had elegantly pointed ears and a graceful way of moving that only came from being Fae. He watched as you moved to his side, silent on your feet, putting a tray down beside him before moving an opening the curtains further, letting in more natural light.

“How are you feeling?” your sweet voice interrupted his thoughts. His mind coming to a halt as he heard you speak.

“I- er fine..?” His voice was rough, and you smiled, a reserved smile. Moving to his side and sitting at the edge of the small bed he was on, pouring him a glass of water from a small decanter you had brought through.

“(Y/n.)” you answered his unspoken question.

“Fenrys.”

He muttered a thanks as you passed the glass to him, noting the crystals that hung around your neck and adorned your fingers.

“Crystals?” he asked, and you looked down, playing with the rings you wore nervously.

“My mother taught me about their meanings, they’ve always helped me.” You bit your lip and Fenrys decided he would never meet anyone as cute as you again, it simply wasn’t possible.

“Me too, my mother used to carry them everywhere.” You smiled at him shyly, a beat of silence passing between the two of you as he listened to the birds outside.

“Can I see your wound? I want it make sure it’s healing properly.” You asked and he nodded, pulling the blankets down slightly, grinning as your eyes widened as you took in his physique.

“I’m presuming you’re the healer I have to thank for letting me see another day.” He flirted playfully but you shook your head,

“I’m not a very good healer I’m sorry, but I did stitch it up and it should do the rest itself.” You pressed gentle fingers against the skin surrounding his wound and he glanced down, seeing it was already practically healed.

“You still saved my life.” He said, completely serious and you looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes.

“I’ll let you rest.” You said quietly, standing to walk away and he smiled, feeling more at ease than he ever had since the war, watching his little mate leave.

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He woke up again a few hours later, wound completely healed and puckering into a scar. Standing he stretched his arms above his head, not bothering with a shirt as he left the room in search of the girl that had occupied his dreams.

The rest of the house was alike your room, tall candles and worn books everywhere. He passed a kitchen filled with copper utensils and a living room with an old armchair, a half-filled mug left next to it, but still no you. He saw the front door was cracked open and wandered over to it, pulling it open and stepping into the fresh air, barely feeling the chill on his body as he found you kneeling on the moss-covered ground facing away from him.

You were muttering under your breath and as he got closer he saw you were cradling a small bird with a broken wing. He watched as you closed your eyes, the ground and air seeming to still as you called upon your magic, a soft white light flowing from your hand into the bird until its wing was healed and it could flutter away.

“I thought you said you weren’t a healer,” he broke the silence and you turned to him with a small smile.

“I said I wasn’t a very good healer.” You replied, standing with green stained knees, your hair now piled atop your head and lip gloss coating your soft lips.

“What are you then?” he came closer to you, unable to resist holding his mate, even if you weren’t aware yet.

“My mother said we were natural faeries.” You said, looking at him shyly, “we derive our power from the earth, crystals, sea water, dirt, fire, stuff like that.”

He hummed, “So technically you could have any type of magic?”

“I guess, but I’m not very good at magic,” you muttered, hands fiddling with your rings again as he wrapped his arms around your waist. “Fenrys?” you asked, all pouty lips and wide eyes.

“Have you realised yet darling?” he asked, and you bit your lip. He knew he could tell you, but he wanted to hear you say it.

“I- we’re mates I think.” You were practically shaking, and he didn’t know why he suddenly had this burning desire to scoop you into his arms and protect you against the horrible world that was out there. He nodded with a smile, watching as awe took over your stunning face.

“Can I kiss you princess?” he asked, and you felt your face heat up, looking down as he pulled you closer. “Have you ever been kissed before angel?” he asked, his face hurting from the grin that was spreading over his face when you shook your head.

He tilted your head up to his, looking deeply into your eyes as your breaths came out quicker. “Not many people can find our cottage, my mother put up wards when she got ill, our family wasn’t well liked by the king. You probably only got here because we’re mates,” You muttered.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked again, running a soft hand over your head, smoothing your hair away from your face as you nodded sweetly.

He smiled before leaning down and kissing you gently. Pulling away and feeling as smug as a thief when your lips followed his, pouting at the loss of contact so quickly. He chuckled at your put out expression and leaned down to kiss you again, deeper this time, his tongue slipping into your mouth when you gasped against his lips, quickly beating your own in a battle for dominance and taking his time exploring your mouth.

He laid you down that morning and took you for the first time in the soft moss. Then again in your even softer bed. Now you were sitting in his lap, eating strawberries of a bush you had in your back garden as he pressed dizzying kisses into your neck, both of you still as bare as the day you were born, Fenrys having forgot how much he missed skin to skin contact, when you suddenly remembered.

“Fenrys?” he hummed in response, completely enamoured with the feel of your soft skin against his rough calluses. “Why were you hurt last night?”

“I didn’t tell you my job did I angel?” he asked, the pet name making you giggle as you shook your head, “I work for the queen of Terrasen.”

You gasped, “But she was killed!”

“Oh angel, when was the last time you left this cottage?” he asked, worry coming over him as he realised you had been holed up alone for so long.

“Not since my mother died. She said the king was dangerous and that he would hurt me if he found me,” your bottom lip was wobbling and Fenrys quickly kissed it away, shushing you as it dawned on him just how innocent his little girl was.

“No baby, he’s gone now, the new king of Adarlan is a very kind man and the Queen of Terrasen is wonderful,” he promised, “Will you let me take you to meet them?”

You nodded enthusiastically, bouncing slightly in his lap making him groan. He nipped at your ear lobe and you squealed as he pushed you down. You could meet them another day, today he was too busy with his little mate.

[kanerallels]

OKAY OKAY ROUND TWO OF THIS! Kanera fix it or Kanera and waffles! Whichever works <3

*has no self control* *writes my first fix it* This was hecking fun! I hope you enjoyed it!

Pairing: Kanan Jarrus/Hera Syndulla

Word Count: 2,455

Tags/Warning: rated T (for time travel! *insert Hulk gif here*) and also near death

This wasn’t how Kanan wanted things to end.

He'd wanted more time. He'd wanted to explain things to Hera, to tell her how much she meant to him.

But things had moved too fast for him. Kanan was too late.

He felt the heat of the fire from the fuel pod singing the tips of his fingers, and concentrated on pushing it back with all his strength, his hands shaking slightly and his face twisting with the effort. The fire billowed high above him, but Kanan wasn’t afraid. Just full of regrets.

Behind him, he heard Hera scream his name, her voice full of raw desperation and fear. Kanan knew, without even needing to look, that she would run towards him and she did, her steps barely audible above the roar of the flames.

Turning without looking, Kanan diverted part of his concentration and caught her in her steps, holding her back with the Force. He felt her struggle against the grip, panic and fear pulsing through her.

Slowly, on some instinct he didn’t understand, he turned to face Hera. Maybe it was because of how much he ached to see her. Maybe it was to give her one last glimpse of him. Kanan sensed her desperation, her fear, how much she wanted to reach him.

But he couldn’t let her. There was too much at stake. So with a quick thrust, he sent her flying back to where Ezra was waiting, ready. His apprentice caught hold of her, holding her back. Kanan felt a flicker of gratitude-- he could always count on Ezra.

An odd tingling sensation swept across his eyes, and for a moment he thought he was crying. But crying had been impossible ever since Malachor. Since he’d been blinded.

Even as he thought the word, it was like a cloud was swept away from his eyes, and he could see. Kanan had no idea how, but he accepted it calmly, as he’d accepted his fate.

His gaze locked onto Hera first-- Hera, clad in an orange prisoner’s jumpsuit, a look of complete horror and fear in her eyes, with the slightest hint of surprise and awe as she looked at him. Kanan took her in, drinking in the very sight of her. She was older than she had been when they’d first met, and had only grown more beautiful. And Kanan had only grown more in love with her.

Behind her, holding her back, was Ezra-- Force, Ezra. He was so tall, so grown-up looking. Kanan was well aware he’d only ever pictured the little boy from Lothal, and he felt pride stirring in his heart. Stay safe, kid, he thought. You know what to do. I love you both.

And so he released his hold on the flames and used all his power and strength to send the ship that held Ezra, Sabine, and Hera flying away from the fuel depot. It would be enough. It had to be enough.

They would be safe. And they would keep fighting. Hera always did.

That was Kanan’s last thought before the flames swallowed him.

But it wasn’t his last thought.

Even as the fire swirled around him, he heard a strange whoosh, and the sound of boots impacting on metal, and suddenly the fire was gone. And Kanan was somewhere else entirely.

“Did it work?”

A young male voice came from behind Kanan, stunned but excited.

“Of course it worked, idiot, he’s not dead and we still exist,” said a dry female voice that sounded… bizarrely familiar. Almost like--

Kanan turned towards the sound and someone tackled him to the ground, slapping a hand over his eyes. “Sorry, sorry-- eyes closed,” the young man ordered. “If you look, I’ll tell Hera.”

“What does that even mean?” Kanan demanded-- although it was a fairly compelling argument. Trying to shove the young man off of him, he said “Who are you? What are you doing?”

“Saving you, you dumb--”

The young man cleared his throat loudly, cutting off the woman. “We were sent here to save your life.”

“What?” Kanan’s jaw dropped, surprise flashing through him. “Wha-- no, I was supposed to die. It had to happen, to save Hera and Ezra and Sabine--”

Letting out an exasperated sigh, the woman said, “They’re FINE, trust me. Well, other than the fact they think you’re dead.”

The young man groaned. “Okay, you should probably stop talking now. I’ll handle this.”

“You’re not much more diplomatic than me!”

“Everyone’s more diplomatic than you, Depa.”

“Depa?” Kanan asked, a frown knitting his forehead.

He heard his two rescuers freeze, and a muttered curse. “Yeah,” the young man said cautiously. “That’s her name.”

“That was my master’s name,” Kanan said, his mind racing. There was no way that could be a coincidence. Sure, there were probably other people in the galaxy named Depa, but--

“You can probably stop sitting on him-- he’ll behave,” Depa said dryly. “Right, Jarrus? That means keep your eyes close, and NO PEEKING or I’ll punch you out.”

“You can’t punch him out,” the young man said with a sigh.

“Why, because he’s an old geezer? I’m not afraid to hit an old man.”

Kanan sensed the young man rolling his eyes. “He’s not even that old right now! Okay, I’m gonna let you up-- please keep your eyes closed.”

The young man scrambled off of him, and Kanan slowly rose to his feet, wincing. He’d been burned, he could feel that much-- his hands, the back of his neck and his face especially. But somehow, impossibly, he was alive.

“I-- thank you,” he said. “I don’t know how or why you saved me, but thank you.”

“Someone had to,” Depa said, her voice surprisingly sincere. “And Force knows you needed help.”

“True,” the young man agreed. “But we don’t have all day here-- we need to get you back.”

“Back?” Kanan asked.

“Back to Hera and everyone else,” the young man elaborated. “If you follow us, we can get you out of here and back to them. They should be expecting you. Hopefully. We’re pretty sure Ezra warned them.”

“Reassuring,” Kanan said, keeping his eyes shut. “Which way are we going? And where are we, exactly?”

“This way,” Depa said, giving his shoulder a slight nudge in the right direction. As Kanan started walking, she added, “And we’re in some dumb alternate dimension.”

“It’s a world between worlds,” the young man corrected from ahead of them. “And it was really hard to get here. You wouldn’t believe all the stuff we had to do to get here. But it led us to where you were, which makes it worth it.”

“Why?” Kanan asked, releasing the question he’d been turning over in his mind. “Why did you come to save me? Why you in particular?”

He heard the young man’s footsteps stutter, like he’d paused in his steps. “Oh. Um…”

“Subtle, Jacen,” Depa said sarcastically.

“Jacen?” Kanan felt a grin cross his face. “So that’s your name.”

Jacen let out a sigh. “Nice one, Depa. Look, D-- Kanan. You’re… really important. To a lot of people. And they couldn’t just lose you if there was something that could be done.”

“So we did it,” Depa said matter of factly. “As you do. Oh, we’re here! This is your stop.”

They came to a halt, and Kanan sensed… something. Like a light at the end of a hallway, beckoning him forward. “And this is where I’m supposed to go?” he said warily. “It’s safe?”

“Trust me,” Jacen said. “She’s on the other side. Hera is. Your family is waiting for you.”

Kanan nodded slowly, his mind spinning. Despite the obvious strangeness of this whole thing, the way it had caught him off guard, there were a few things that he had a strange feeling about. Like he was two steps away from putting something together, something incredibly important. “Wait-- before I go through there. Will I be able to see?”

“I-- oh. No,” Depa said, her voice soft, almost shaken. “You never could after Lothal. That was the last time.”

“Then I at least want to see the faces of the pair that saved my life,” Kanan said. “If you’re alright with it.”

“I’m not sure--” Jacen began.

“Oh, shut up and let him,” Depa said, her voice exasperated. “What’s the worst that could happen? Besides, I-- I want him to.”

There was a short pause, then Jacen sighed. “I know. Me, too. Okay, go ahead.”

Kanan’s eyes flicked open. He was in what looked like outer space-- pure black, only broken up by strange white lines outlining paths. And, every now and then, circular doorways. “Huh,” Kanan murmured, his gaze sweeping across the place. And then it landed on the duo standing in front of him, and his eyes widened in surprise.

They were both a couple years younger than him. Jacen was a tall young man, tan-skinned except where it was green, especially along his pointed ears. His long hair, tied back in a ponytail, and scruffy goatee were a deep shade of green, and his eyes were almost an almost disturbingly familiar shade of turquoise.

Depa was a young Twi’lek woman with green skin, pink patches here and there. Her eyes were brown, and widened slightly with shock as they met his. “He really does have your eyes,” she said, her voice stunned.

“Wow,” Kanan breathed, any doubt in his mind swept away. “Are-- are you two-- Wow. Words fail me.”

Depa let out a snort. “Same here. But about that haircut. Mom was right, it really is awful. Worse than the one Jacen gave himself when he was eleven. It was really bad, be glad you didn’t see it.”

Kanan chuckled, then glanced at Jacen. “I-- and you two came here to save me?”

Jacen shrugged. “We wouldn’t exist if we didn’t. Well, I would, but Depa wouldn’t, and that’s a downside. Kinda.”

Depa punched him in the arm, and Jacen let out a yelp, darting away from her as she took another swing at him, and Kanan could only shake his head because of what he was watching. “This is unbelievable.”

“I mean. Not that unbelievable,” Jacen pointed out, a smile crossing his face that Kanan had seen a thousand times in the seat next to his own.

“Wow. You look… just like your mom. Both of you.”

Jacen’s eyes went wide. “R-really? Um. Everyone says I look like… you.”

“That is Hera Syndulla’s smile right there,” Kanan said, and he knew it to his core. “Looks just like hers. But yeah, I can see our resemblance. Well. For now.”

The smile faded off of Jacen’s face, and he said in a low voice, “We can’t stay.”

Nodding, Kanan said, “I know. I should probably get going, too. Just--” he paused, looking at his children for the last time. “I’m proud of you two already.”

“That is so typical of you,” Depa said, rolling her eyes in a completely Hera movement. “Do you have any idea how many kids you’re gonna adopt? Hint-- it’s a lot.”

“No spoilers,” Jacen ordered. “We should go. But before we do--” he turned to Kanan. “When the time comes, tell Ezra that he doesn’t have to be you. He has to be him, and no one else.”

“Oh, and don’t worry,” Depa said breezily. “You’ll find him eventually.”

“Wait, what? What does that mean?” Kanan demanded.

“You’re about to find out,” Depa said with a wink, and that, Kanan knew, she’d gotten from him.

Leaning forward, Jacen said, “She’s your most infuriating child. Yes, more so than the Mandalorian.”

Kanan shook his head, grinning. “I can’t wait for you two to come along. I really can’t.”

Shrugging, Depa said, “You might not have to wait that long. Now get out of here, we’ve all got places to be.”

“Right.” Kanan turned towards the doorway, which was a blank white, and glanced back at his kids one more time. “May the Force be with you,” he told them.

“You always say that,” Jacen said with a slight grin. “See you soon, Dad.”

Kanan nodded, then stepped through the doorway.

Everything was dark as he stumbled out into what was some kind of clearing, or something. But he felt the sunlight on his face, and knew why it was. His eyesight was gone again, and he was okay with that.

A shriek cut through his thoughts, and he jerked his head up as someone shouted his name. “Kanan!”

It was Hera, her voice holding shock and joy and love, and Kanan heard her run towards him. But this time, he was running, too, and felt her slam into him. “You’re here,” she choked out, a sob shaking her body. “Ezra was right. I didn’t think--”

Kanan cut her off with a kiss, pulling her closer as she kissed him back. Breaking away from the kiss, he whispered, “I love you, too.”

Hera let out a shaky laugh. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to hear those words, love.”

“I-- wait.” Kanan froze. “How long was I gone? How long since the fuel depot?” Panic raced through him.

“Only three months,” Hera assured him, clearly catching his fear. “You’ve missed a lot. There’s some things we should talk about.”

“I bet,” Kanan muttered. “Okay, let’s go talk.”

Hera stepped away from him, but caught hold of his hand so she could lead him. “Right this way, dear.”

Kanan relished the sound of her voice as he walked with her, willing to wait through whatever they had to talk about next.

Well. Almost willing. “There’s… one thing that I have to ask you,” he said. “There was this weird thing that happened while I was gone-- it’s a long story. But something that happened made me think-- it might be stupid, but I just need to ask--”

Cutting him off, Hera said, “Just ask, love.”

“Right.” Taking a quick breath, Kanan asked, “Are you… pregnant?”

He felt her stop in her tracks, shock radiating through her. “I--” Hera paused, then let out a sigh. “I was planning on telling you myself, you know. Not sure I should be thanking your Jedi instincts on this one. But… yes. I’m pregnant.”

Holy. Kriff. “I’m gonna be a dad,” Kanan whispered, the words surreal but beautiful. They were real. I actually saw my kids. Which means-- Jacen.

A smile slipping across his face, he bent down and kissed Hera again. He knew things had to have changed, and he had a lot to catch up on. But he was with the woman he loved, and he had a lifetime to look forward to. They could handle it together.

[youareinlovees]

Rep Tour Metlife Night 3 (submission)

The roar of the stadium fills the atmosphere like a thunderstorm as the expectators anticipate the start of the show. Though this isn't the first time he attends one of her concerts, the massiveness of the crowd and of the performance itself is still quite astonishing to him. It just wasn't the type of thing you got used to after a few times. Not to mention that this is the third consecutive night she fills out this stadium, which was impressive and a rather unheard of situation. 

"Are you ready for it?"

The crowd screams even louder as Taylor appears on stage with a black hood. For him, it's genuinely entertaining to see just how much the fans in the crowd love her, shouting out every single word to the songs. The impact she has on these people is really intense, some of them even crying at certain parts of the show. There's others that you can tell came as a group of friends for a good time and they hug, jump, and laugh together throughout the show. There's people of all ages, from couples in love to families that came together with little kids and grandparents, and every single person looks happy and excited. Truly a phenomenon.

But the most powerful phenomenon is the woman on stage on whom everyone's attention is focused. She is so beautiful and wonderful it almost feels like she's some sort of mythical creature. The passion she puts in her singing and dancing is endearing and at the same time very attractive to him. How did he even manage to have her love him? She's fucking gorgeous and perfect in every way. Her legs are just unbelievably hot and he knows he isn't the only one in the crowd having that thought. When she dances to Gorgeous, it makes his brain feel numb because all he can think of is the things he wants to do with her as soon as he gets her to himself after the show. But it's only the beginning and he knows the wait will be painfully long, so he tries to divert his thoughts elsewhere. As if reading his mind, she winks in his direction as the song ends, licking her lips and smiling cheekily. Warmth floods his insides in response to the gesture. Man, he'd really really missed her. They'd been apart from each other for some days because he had work things to do away in London. Though it was only a few days, he had ached for her company every single instant.

Apparently, she has similar feelings because she can't stop looking in his direction throughout King of my Heart. He remembers very vividly the first time she played him that song, some days after they'd made their relationship official. At the time, he couldn't believe she'd actually written that about him. He couldn't believe he inspired those feelings in her because she sure as hell inspired that and so much more in him. She fixes her gaze on him hungrily as she sings "we rule the kingdom inside my room." Oh shit. Her bum looks so good in that outfit. How is he gonna survive what's left of the show? Luckily, he's good at keeping it cool on the outside. He has no choice anyways because his mum and Patrick are right there beside him. He knows his face probably looks all giddy and lovestruck regardless, but he doesn't mind. She points at him in circles suggestively as she says "never took me quite where you do." Urgh she knows what she's doing and he can't help chuckling at her teasing. It's torture though. The fact that she's doing this in front of thousands of people is extra sexy. It's interesting because a part of him feels possessive and wants to snatch her from the stage and not have anyone look at her in a "she's MINE" sort of way, but at the same time it's satisfying to know that she's doing all this sexy shit and making everybody desire her, yet he is the only one who gets to have her. He's the only one who gets to love her and enjoy her, and a lot of what she's doing up there is directed specifically at him even though the whole stadium's watching it. Besides, he just knows that she loves having those secret moments with him, as she sings in Dress. So cruel of her to put literal moans on that song and blast them on stadiums. Her antics as she performs it are driving him crazy. Tonight, he feels particularly deprived of her and desperate for her touch because he's been away for what has felt like an eternity.

The crowd bursts into loud screaming one last time as the show ends. Everyone looks giddy and happy, as if they'd just gotten off a spiritual experience, which isn't that far from the truth, he thinks to himself. His mum and Patrick stay chatting with some people and he makes his way towards the dressing room. He says hi to Tree and the staff briefly and walks further down the hall until he reaches it. The door is open and there's no one else but her inside, with her back facing him as she looks in the mirror wiping herself with a towel. She's still sweaty and flustered from the show, and her hair is a bit messy, but she's the most beautiful creature he's ever laid eyes upon. If she looked stunning on stage, she was even more drop dead gorgeous up close.

"You look breathtakingly beautiful this evening, Miss Swift. I heard your boyfriend is out of town, may I take you out for a drink?," he says in a flirtatious tone.

She hadn't realized he was standing there at the door. She immediately looks up at him when she hears his voice and smiles at him through the mirror, her whole face lightening up as she turns around.

"Is that what they told you?", she says playfully as she makes her way towards him. She kisses his lips excitedly. He smiles against her mouth at her enthusiasm.

"Hello, love," he greets her softly when she pulls back for air. They embrace each other tightly for a few seconds, his hands caressing her hair. 

"How did it go in London? How was work?," she asks, resting her head on his chest.

"Work was alright. The rest was awfully dull because you weren't there," he answers.

She chuckles softly and looks up into his eyes. "I missed you so much."

"I did, too," he says, staring back. She puts her mouth onto his again, this time more passionate and hungry, her tongue going inside him desperately trying to saviour as much of him as possible. He welcomes it eagerly, her sudden aggressive desire catching him a bit off guard. He responds to her kiss with the same energy, biting her lower lip a little and devouring her delicious taste. His hands rub down her back, pulling her waist towards him. Meanwhile, her fingers snake into his hair as she pulls herself deeper into his mouth. He feels his crotch tighten as he becomes inevitably aroused with her body rubbing against his. His mouth finds her neck and she moans as he pulls her head back gently to get a better angle. 

"Shut the door," she pants in between kisses. They'd forgotten that there's people walking by in the hallway.

"Wait, don't you have to meet your fans in the other room?", he remembers, pausing for a moment, which results in a complaining grunt from her.

"I'll have them cancel it," she says decidedly, impatiently pulling him in again, "Most of them came the other two nights anyways."

He pushes her back. "Are you really sure about that?", he questions, raising an eyebrow.

"Do you really want me to answer?", she ponders back desperately, still insisting fiercely on kissing him.

"Fair enough," he chuckles as he gives in to her needs. What Taylor Swift wants, Taylor Swift gets.

She grabs her phone and sends a quick text to Tree telling her that Rep Room isn't happening tonight while Joe shuts and locks the door. He sneaks up behind her and wraps his arms smoothly around her waist, kissing her shoulder as she hits send. "Done?", he asks. She puts the phone on the table and closes her eyes. 

"Mmhmm", she moans as he runs kisses up and down her neck. Her skin is so soft and healthy. He grunts a little when her ass grinds against his crotch as she leans back into him. 

"You pulled some interesting bits up there tonight."

"Mmhmmm, did you enjoy them?", she says with a small smile, her eyes still closed. 

"I certainly did." He starts to unzip her glittery dress to bare her back. Her body is still warm from the physical exertion caused by the almost two hour long show. A shiver runs down her spine when his cold fingers brush against her skin, peeling away the dress as his mouth runs soft kisses behind her neck and shoulders. A loud moan escapes her, the sound making his erection feel even harder in his trousers. She finishes taking off the dress and turns around to face him, her naked breasts against his chest. He grabs one of them as his mouth finds hers once again, his tongue pushing inside in rhythmic movements. Then, he makes his way from her jawline to her neck, shoulders, chest, until he finally puts her other breast in his mouth, sucking and licking her nipple while massaging the other one with his thumb and index finger. She gasps in response. "That feels so good, baby," she whimpers in between moans.  Her breasts are a work of art in his eyes, everything about them is perfection: their size, their softness, the hardness of her nipples when she’s aroused, as it was the case right now. 

She pulls at the hem of his shirt, aching to feel more of his skin against her. He briefly releases her to quickly take off his shirt and disregard it on the floor. Immediately she pulls herself against him, her hands around his neck as their bare torsos collide heatedly and their tongues dance together. She runs her warm hands over his chest and his abs, sending electricity waves through his body with each touch. The sensation of her hardened nipples against his naked chest was too much to handle and so he dives down to put her breasts in his mouth once again. She moans loudly. "Joe, I...I want you so much," she says, almost in anguish. He licks and bites her nipples hungrily and then, he starts to make his way slowly downward, kissing below her breasts as his hands slide down her sides until he reaches her tummy. She inhales deeply. "Tell me, baby, what do you need?", he says against her skin as his mouth moves further down to her lower stomach. Her body trembles involuntarily in response and he can see her wetness through her panties. She’s very wet, he realizes with a grin. "You," she groans in response, holding onto the table for balance as his hands go up and down the insides of her thighs, "I need you, Joe." He teasingly pulls down the edges of her panties and kisses directly on top of her pubic bone. Her hips thrust forward. "Fuck, I need you now," she blurts out.

"Let’s take care of that, shall we?", he whispers in her ear as he picks her up and carries her towards the comfy couch in the dressing room, her legs wrapping themselves around his back. He throws the cushions to the floor with one hand and places her gently on the couch, kneeling in front of her on one of the cushions. He slides her panties down her legs and onto the floor, so that she was now lying completely naked on the couch. Such a gorgeous sight. "You are so beautiful, my love," he says looking up into her eyes. Her belly moves up and down with her quick breathing, her cheeks flushed slightly. He takes off her shoes and massages her ankles and her toes, releasing the tension on them from wearing tight heels for hours. Then, he starts to kiss his way up her left leg, gently pushing her knees apart to open her legs as he approaches her inner thigh. Finally, his mouth reaches her most sensitive organ and he licks and sucks on her clit, enjoying her delicious taste that he’d missed so much. She arches her back as the waves of pleasure penetrate her. His tongue continues to move around expertly as he digs into the corners of her walls and sucks and bites her clit. "Fuck," she moans, her fingers aggresively digging into the edges of the couch. He slides two fingers deep into her core, his mouth still working on her clit, and starts to thrust in and out. She tangles one of her hands in his hair and pushes him deeper inside her, his tongue joining his fingers inside of her. He gradually quickens the pace of his fingers as her walls contract around his hand and her hips push into him, until eventually she can’t contain her orgasm and comes loudly, screaming his name.

He licks his lips in satisfaction, savoring the fluids from her insides as he moves towards her face to kiss her gently, his fingers still inside her. "Did you like that?", he mumbles against her face. "It was so good, baby," she barely pants in response, "so fucking good". Hovering over her as she recovers, he takes his fingers out and licks them. He could never get enough of her wonderful taste. "I’m glad you liked it, because I’m not finished yet," he informs her.

However, her hands are reaching towards his trousers, where his erection is bulking out, attempting to unbutton them. "No teasing," she pleads. 

"What’s that?", he asks instead, deciding to mess with her a little regardless. He’d had to survive her teasing on stage for two hours, it was only fair that she endured something similar after all. He licks the outline of her areolas with the tip of his tongue as slowly and scarcely as he could master, forcing her to lay back, his fingers brushing lightly against her sides. "Joe," she complains, shifting and trying to pull his body closer to her. But Joe holds himself up firmly in a hovering position over her, his skin brushing only ever so slightly against hers every now and then, while his mouth was busy planting the softest of kisses all around her face, occasionally brushing her neck and behind her ears. "Please," she begs, still trying to pull him down.

"Please what? Say it to me, baby. I can’t guess what you want unless you ask for it," he responds calmly while continuing his slow torture on her sensitive spots. He wanted to hear her say it out loud. He wanted to hear her scream how much she wanted him.

"I want you inside of me, Joe. I want all of you inside of me now," she nearly cries out in desperation.

He nibbles on her neck one last time before unbuttoning his trousers. "Is that so?", he says mischievously as he finishes taking off his underpants and shoes. She breathes deeply in anticipation when she sees him completely naked in front of her, her insides feeling overwhelmingly empty without him. He leans towards her mouth once again and she kisses him with hunger, a small gasp escaping her lips when his dick rubs against her clit. "What do you want me to do inside you?", he whispers hoarsely into her ear. "I want you to fuck me, baby," she pants.

"As you wish," he says, staring deep into her blue eyes as he enters her wet insides slowly, groaning from the pleasure of feeling her warm core around him. She gasps and moans, her small fingers digging into his back as she hugs his chest towards hers. He thrusts in and out with slow movements, going inside deeper and deeper each time until he pushes against her cervix. She arches her back and responds moving her hips upwards, moaning and closing her eyes. He goes forward with a bit more strength, pushing her against the couch and touching on her G spot. "Yes, baby, fuck me," she whimpers, her breaths small and quick. Still deep inside of her, he sways his hips rhythmically, rocking their unified bodies back and forth. 

"I love you so much, Taylor," he says with adoration. Every inch of skin on his chest was in contact with hers, her soft breasts deliciously cushioned below him. "I love you more, baby," she says back breathlessly, running her lips across his neck and shoulders. He starts thrusting again, gradually picking up the pace. He holds onto the back of the couch and thrusts faster and faster, feeling her walls contracting against his cock. She moans as he goes even faster until she finally comes, another orgasm running through her body as she cries out.

The sight of her body squirming in pleasure almost makes him cum as well. But then, she unexpectedly pushes him to the side, switching their positions so that she was now on top of him. She kisses him and starts riding him energetically, her hands resting on his shoulders and her knees on the couch on either side of him. He grunts and caresses her breasts as she bounces on top of him, eventually placing both hands on her hips to hold her down, until the sensation and the sight of her with her eyes closed and her boobs bouncing as she fucks him become too much and he cums inside of her.

She collapses on top of him and the two of them lay in silence for a few minutes as they recover and stabilize their breathing, their bodies warm and sweaty. When he’s back to his senses, he notices her bathrobe is on the side of the couch and he reaches for it with one hand. He spreads it across her back to keep her warm. Covered with the bathrobe, she cuddles into his lap with her legs on one side and her head resting on his chest as she breathes in and out slowly. He caresses her head with one hand and rubs circles with the other on top of the robe on her back.

"That was a nice surprise there at the end," he says, kissing her forehead.

She smiles smugly. "I thought you’d like it," she mumbles against his chest.

"Did you kick out all the staff before I came in here?", he asks curiously. Usually there were stylists and make-up people inside the dressing rooms with her.

"Maybe," she answers with a smirk, looking up at him playfully. He chuckles in amusement, but secretly he’s glad that she did because he doesn’t know if he would’ve actually been able to wait until they got back to her apartment.  

It was hard to believe that this was the same person that had a whole stadium submitted to her performance less than an hour ago. This beautiful creature bundled in his arms was the same powerful force that gave around orders to executives, dominated enormous stages, and attracted followers from all over the world with her songwriting. Yet at this very moment, she’s just another vulnerable human, her blue eyes glowing like a curious child’s as she stares into his lovingly. She reaches up to caress his cheek softly with her hand, scanning his face with wonder. "You’re so gorgeous," she admires quietly. "That was amazing, babe. Thank you."

He leans down to kiss her gently. "You are the most stunningly beautiful creature inside and out that I’ve ever laid eyes upon. I am just fortunate enough to get to be yours," he says sincerely. He touches his nose to hers. "I love you, baby." And he truly loves her so much to the point where it feels like an unexplainable supernatural phenomenon, larger than life itself.

"I love you, too," she says warmly, her face shining like sunlight.

[let-them-read-fics]

Home For The Holidays

Pairing: Lisa x Fem!Reader

Word Count: ~ 3,335

Warnings / Misc. -- Potentially Lethal Fluff, Crying, Holiday Themed

Disclaimer: This writing is a work of fiction, and no disrespect is meant for those mentioned herein.

A/N: Hey everybody! This idea came to me out of nowhere, but it’s definitely gotten me into the holiday spirit. I hope you enjoy it! Let me know what you think.

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“Babe, have you seen my beanie?” Your question rings throughout the air, carrying across the apartment in search of Lisa. Just as you get your earrings put in, her reply comes through: “Mhm, it’s in here.” Before setting off to grab it, you take a long look at yourself in the mirror: the nervousness that you’re harboring is decently masked for the moment, but you pray that your composure doesn’t slip in the next few hours -- after all, that would surely spoil the fun that you have in store for Lisa.

“Aha!” You declare, sliding the material onto your head. She stifles a chuckle, which prompts you to look at her. When you do, all of the air in your lungs swiftly leaves your body; she looks absolutely stunning. She chose a simple outfit, consisting of a regular pair of jeans and a cozy sweater, but she makes it look designer. 

“I’m convinced that you can make any and everything look good.” You tell her earnestly, once some of your thought processing skills have returned to you. With a roll of her eyes, she engulfs you in a hug; her perfume washes over you, and you fall into her embrace. 

“I love you.”

Even after hearing those words from her as many times as you have, they still managed to send your heart wild. You hide your face in her neck, loving the cute squeal she lets out as you pick her up and twirl her around.

“I love you, jagi. So much.” Her eyes find yours, and the moment is perfect.

~~~~~~~

“Keep them closed! We’re almost there.” 

“You’ve been saying that for the past 5 minutes.”

“Just trust me!” You laugh at her impatience, keeping your grip on her thighs steady as you make your way towards the restaurant. She lets her head lay beside yours, resting it on one of her arms that’re wrapped around your shoulders. In any other circumstance, she would’ve been whining more by now; this time, however, she didn’t mind waiting a little longer, considering she was comfortable and content, currently receiving a piggy back ride from you. In competition with the frigid air rushing around, your bodies work to keep each other warm. 

After a little more walking, you finally reach your destination. 

“Reservation, please?” The hostess requests upon your entrance.

“L/N.” 

You gently set Lisa down, back on her feet again, and tell her to open her eyes. The expression that takes over her features is priceless, and you pat yourself on the back for having the foresight to book a table here so far in advance. The holidays always made it difficult to get in anywhere in the city without a reservation, and this restaurant is no exception -- in fact, it’s one of the hardest to get into. After hearing about the reviews, the two of you had been dying to try it out.

“Right this way, ladies.” The hostess says, and you fall in line behind her. Lisa links her arm with yours, and she begins ranting about all the different foods she wants to try.

~~~~~~~

The view from your table is unbelievable; seated next to a row of large windows, you can see the entire city before you, throngs of people walking about, enjoying their night out. You take a minute to think of all the possible things they could be doing, what routes they’re going down, each of them having a unique and beautiful story playing out in front of you. 

Against your palm, the surface of the window chills your skin. Once you remove your hand, you see the imprint of it on the glass; a reminder that you had been there. 

Lisa notices this, and leans towards the window; at first, you were confused, but soon your heart melts at her actions.

She releases a breath against it, the warm air prepping the surface for her artwork; her finger -- the very one that you’re wrapped around -- draws a heart, complete with your initials and hers inside of it.

“You’re the cutest,” she gushes, looking over your features. You can feel how dopey you look, completely in love and in awe by her. You can’t blame yourself, though. 

Her hand finds its way to yours on the table, just as it always does, and you bring it to your lips. She grins at the feeling of your lips pressed against her knuckle, and her heart skips a beat. Both of you are completely whipped for each other, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

~~~~~~~

Stuffed and satisfied with the special anniversary meal you just consumed, you and Lisa make your way out of the restaurant. Next up on the agenda for tonight: ice skating.

~~~~~~~

Waves of fresh snowflakes flurry around the two of you, seemingly in a tango with the breeze that’s drifting by; two lovers rediscovering one another. Her hand is warm within your own, the mittens on your skin keeping the harsh temperatures at bay. 

The gentle scraping of your skates can be heard against the ice, little patterns trailing behind in your wake. Yellow and white lights are strewn across the sides of the rink, offering a dazzlingly cozy aura, and you take them in. They remind you of the stars in the night sky, shining brightly, a certain unique twinkle held within each and every one of them. 

Lisa gives your hand a squeeze, her silent way of requesting your attention. 

“Yes, my love?”

A light blush rises to her cheeks as she begins speaking; you’re amazed that she still reacts to your pet names like that, just as she had when you first started dating. It’s adorable, and you can’t get enough of it.

“Let’s grab some hot cocoa, I’m getting a little cold.”

“Alright, last one there has to clean the litter box tonight!” The last part of the sentence leaves your lips in a rush, an attempt to stall her and give yourself a bit of a head start.

“Uh! Hey!” Her shocked exclamation quickly fades as you dash away from her, set on getting to the stand first. 

~~~~~~~

Now armed with your warm beverages, the two of you skate over to the bench positioned directly outside of the rink. Conveniently, the seat is equipped with a heater, and Lisa pulls you in tight.

“Mmm, it’s good.” You tell her, taking another sip. She had spent the trip over here pouting at her defeat.

The two of you carried on with light conversation, reveling in the feeling of having each other so close. The city’s atmosphere was always different around this time of year, the holidays adding an extra charm to everything, no matter what it was. You would be content with doing absolutely nothing, so long as you had Lisa by your side -- and she felt the same way about you. Perhaps that’s why your relationship was so strong; genuine love and understanding ran true in every aspect, and you could never seem to get enough of each other. You still felt the same as you did at the beginning: the happiness upon waking up next to her, that excited blush when she told you she loved you, that familiar rush of desire from your passionate nights spent together -- all of it. She’s everything you’ve ever wanted and more, and you feel beyond blessed to have the privilege of calling her yours. 

The night had been perfect so far; memories being made that would surely last a lifetime. The thoughts raced in your mind, swirling around just like the snow had before. They were only stopped by the feeling of her soft lips pressing against your cheek in a sweet kiss.

“Thank you for tonight. I’m so happy.” She leans her forehead against yours, and you brush her nose with your own.

“Of course. There’s no one I’d rather do this with.” 

Her eyes are shining with affection, and you nearly get lost in them. Before you can, you stop yourself; your plans for this special night are long from over.

“How about we walk around a bit? I saw more trees and light designs on the way here and I wanna check them out.” She happily agrees, and the two of you change back into your boots before returning the skates. You slip an arm around her shoulders as you begin your journey, and she settles against your side.

You had remembered correctly -- after a short walk, you find the hub of activity from before; a whole block of the city is filled with different vendors and booths, a wide array of services offered. The area is a holiday bazaar, groups of merry people roaming about, lighting up at the different things to do. 

Trees line the square, decorated beautifully with various lights and ornaments, their toppers reaching high up into the sky. The moment is too perfect to let slip by, so you retrieve the camera from your bag to capture it all. Lisa cuddles in close to you, smiling widely as you turn the device around to take a selfie of the two of you. 

One mini-photoshoot later, you begin your exploration of the square. Quickly, you discover what the places have to offer: some hold arts and crafts, others have face painting, snacks, and even eggnog chugging contests. You grimace at that last one, seeing a group of what appears to be frat boys stumbling around nearby.

Upon spotting a special booth in the distance, you’re quick to remember your reason for suggesting coming here in the first place: Lisa’s next surprise. You do well in acting cool and calmly bringing her attention to the area, being careful not to blow your cover. It doesn’t take much convincing to have her trailing along after you, her hand snuggly tucked into yours.

The booth in question sticks out among the others, a bit out of place in what it offers: for $5, you get the opportunity to knock the city mascot into a dunk tank. The money goes to charity, and everyone has fun in the process. Win-win, right?

The second that you approach the counter, your heart begins racing feverishly -- the plan is coming together. “Just the $5 option, thank you.” You request, and the clerk hands you the balls: $5 gets you 5 opportunities to dunk the mascot into the chilly water below. As you walk over to the tank, you’re afraid that Lisa can see your nervousness; she’s always been able to read you well. 

Luckily for you, though, you know just what to do to throw her off your tracks: you pull her in, guiding her lips to your own in a tender kiss. She places her hand overtop of yours, against her cheek, and her fingers lace with yours. She sighs against you, and you smile. Mission accomplished. Before things can get too heated, you pull away, setting the weapons of choice into her hands. “Good luck,” you whisper into her ear, a chill running down her spine at the lowness of your voice.

~~~~~~~

After 3 misses in a row, she’s beginning to get discouraged. 

“Ahh, this is rigged!” 

As you open your mouth to reply, your phone begins to ring. Right on time. You suppress the smile playing on your lips -- a task much easier said than done -- and tell her that you’ll be right back. 

You pretend to answer your phone as you return to the counter, making eye contact with the clerk. 

“Are they ready yet?” 

“Almost. They’ll be right out.” He smiles back at you, happy to see something like this about to go down. The holidays truly are a magical time of the year.

The moment is interrupted by Lisa’s father walking out of the back room and into your line of sight. “How do I look?” He asks no one in particular, and receives a whistle from his wife, who is also making her way out of the room.

You beam at them, so excited to be with them again. “Those suits look great on you guys.” You tell them, fanning yourself to add to the comical effect. They don the same outfits as the mascot sitting in the tank. 

“Alright, so does everyone remember what to do?” You ask, eyes darting between them.

“Once she dunks him, we run out and celebrate.” Lisa’s mom looks to you, waiting for your reassurance of the plan.

“Exactly. Any questions?”

“No, but hurry her up. This outfit is itchy.” You can’t help but chuckle at her father’s words; now, a little weight lifted off of your chest, you make your way back to Lisa.

“There you are! Who was that?” As much as you hate lying to her, you think it’s safe to bet that you’ll easily be forgiven. 

“Just someone from work, lame business stuff.” 

She accepts your answer right away, and turns the topic back to her mission. With you by her side once again, she resumes her efforts.

After an eternity of careful deliberation and tense preparation, Lisa chucks the next ball through the air; a loud whoosh sound follows behind it, and you hold your breath. 

Time seems to move in slow motion; the ball collides with the target, sending confetti into the air and retracting the seat beneath the mascot. Soon he’s submerged in water, everyone in close proximity to the booth now cheering loudly. Lisa turns to you, her arms above her head in triumph, a winning smile on her lips. You lift her up in celebration, and smile against her as you nuzzle your face in the crook of her neck. 

With a quick peek over her shoulder, you spot the two “mascots” approaching; you swiftly set her down and attempt to contain your excitement. 

Her mother taps her on the shoulder, grabbing her attention. She offers her daughter a balloon -- the customary prize for winning -- and claps when she takes it. Her father gives her a thumbs up and a pat on the head. 

As she turns her attention to you, shooting you a look of confusion, her mother stands behind her and removes the mascot head. The subsequent smirk that you don lets Lisa know that something is up, and she spins around once again.

Upon seeing her mother’s face, she drops to the ground, quickly becoming a mess of tears and emotions. The situation is only heightened when her father removes his mask as well, bending down to wrap his wife and daughter up in a long-overdue embrace. 

The sight before you has you in tears within an instant; opportunities like this are rare for Lisa, and you feel honored to be the reason for this little reunion. You release a silent thank you to your past self for having the foresight -- yet again -- to squirrel away some money. Something back then had told you you’d need it, and you were beyond thrilled that you had trusted your gut.

Perhaps it was your imagination, but you could’ve sworn that everything shined a little brighter now. The snow sparkled in some majestic way, and the city lights worked together to create a beautiful picture, contrasting with the dark mountains that resided in the distance. Nothing could compete with the view in front of you, though; especially when Lisa raised a hand in your direction, calling you over to their little huddle. 

The four of you held each other tightly, simultaneously sobbing and wiping away each other’s tears. No one spoke for a while; everyone was too emotional and content with the happy silence to do so. 

Besides, what could she say to you? Lisa knew automatically that you had been the one to arrange all of this and raise the money to get them a flight out. What could she possibly say to repay that? You’re her world, and she’s so happy to have you in her life. People like you are rare, and she cherishes you more with each day you spend together.

None of you really kept track of how much time had passed, but you had made your way into one of the enclosed tents, seeking shelter from the cold and dying to fill each other in on all that's happened since your last visit. 

You watch them in awe, loving the way that they light up when they talk to each other. It warms your heart, the way they're all holding hands and looking at each other with so much love. It’s easy to see that this is just what they needed; you can practically see their worries being lifted and cast away.

With one last swig of your drink, you begin to mentally prepare yourself for your final surprise.

In one motion, you accidentally drop your phone into the floor, and crouch down to retrieve it. Lisa gives you a quick look but soon does a double take when she sees you still on the floor, now down on one knee, a small box in your hand. 

You’re sure her eyes are about to pop out of her head.

As you clear your throat and swallow your nerves, you glance up at her parents; they’re already looking to you, proud expressions written plainly on their faces. That silent gesture alone is encouragement enough, and it prompts you to begin.

“Lisa…” Wow. One word in and your voice is already failing you. Your eyes shyly scan up to hers, only to find her recently dried cheeks now covered in tears once again. Her hand is clasped over her mouth in an attempt to stifle her cries.

“I knew from the moment we met that I wanted to marry you someday, and I can’t think of a better way to ask than this. I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone, and I’m so glad we get to share this day with your parents. I don’t know how I’ll ever be able to properly thank them for making you, but I’ll spend my life trying, as long as you’ll have me. So, whaddya say?” 

Lisa has always made it clear how much she loves you; despite knowing that, you can’t help but feel nervous as you wait for her answer. Her head is swimming with just about every different emotion imaginable right now, and she’s doing all she can to hold in her tears long enough to respond to you.

“I love you so much. Let’s get married, Y/N.” 

A loud whoop leaves your mouth upon her reply, the sound echoing around the space.

You surge forward, eagerly pressing your lips against hers, and she cheerfully takes you into her arms. Once the ring is on her finger, you walk around to the other side of the table and embrace her parents. Having their approval and support means the absolute world to you, and you take a minute to think about how perfect everything turned out.

Now, once again cuddled into Lisa’s side, one of your hands playing with the ends of her hair, you look up into her eyes.

“How did I get so lucky?” She asks, looking down at you, utterly overjoyed with what went down tonight. 

“It was written in the stars, baby.”

Lisa’s heart swells at your words, and she pulls you in impossibly closer. Wanting to give the two of you some private time to celebrate, her parents leave the table and go to order some food from across the tent.

Now alone, her lips find yours again, and they take their sweet time in showing you all of the things she didn’t know how to verbalize to you. She peppers kisses across your face; starting with your cheeks, then your nose, and finally, your forehead. You let out a squeal as she grips your waist, her fingers gently toying with the fabric of your sweater. 

Sitting there, in the arms of the love of your life, you’ve never felt more content. What a night, you think to yourself, smiling at her parents once more.

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Thanks for reading!

[salt-warrior]

RISE FROM THE ASHES

A When Earth Turns to Ashes sequel

Masterlist

Chapter Fourteen: The Consequences of Love

Kai cried out as the warm caress of fire etched it way up his back. For one, there was the pain of it. And for another, there were the memories. The ones of burning to a crisp. The ones that felt like dreams he wasn't supposed to wake up from.

But almost immediately, the flames flickered out, leaving him panicked, but relatively unscathed. He could still feel the heat from where the conflagration had grazed him, but it was more of an agitating sort of pain— one felt after holding one's hands above a fire for too long. There had been no damage done to his person.

Cinder, on the other hand, had an expression that conveyed only her own personal destruction.

She stumbled away from him, hand clasped over her mouth as sobs began to pour out of her. Her back hit the wall and she slid to the floor, staring at Kai all the while, terror carved into her expression and horror engraved upon her soul. Cinder watched him from the floor in the seconds it took for Kai to regain his composure.

He made a move toward her, but she thrust her hands at him in a motion of warding off an attacker and screamed. He froze. She dropped her arms. They stared at one another.

"Cinder," Kai said, his voice low and hesitant. She flinched, dropping her hands to cover her face. "Cinder, please don't freak out. Nothing happened. We're fine. It's fine."

She didn't move. Neither did he.

"Cinder, please."

"You got burned," Cinder whispered.

"No, I didn't."

"You cried out. You screamed."

"I was shocked," Kai said. "I wasn't expecting it. It was only a startled response."

"And I caused it."

"No."

"Yes," Cinder said, eyes full of tears. Her nose twitched and she licked at her lips, as if trying to find words there. Her arms folded tight over her midsection. "I scared you, Kai." She leaned forward, her face turned up toward his. "I scared you. Me. I scared you."

"It's not your fault," Kai said, falling to his knees before her. He didn't touch her, but his face was inches away from her own. "You didn't mean to. It's not you—"

"Stars, Kai," Cinder spat, jerking away from Kai. "I hurt you, I scared you, and you're making excuses for me? Can't you see how unbelievably toxic this has become?"

Kai stared at her, stunned. They had their faults most definitely. Things had been more difficult than usual over the past month between his father dying and this new ghost haunting Cinder. But had their relationship become toxic?

Cinder continued, "You're making excuses for me hurting you, Kai. You're—"

"No, you're taking the blame for something out of your power," Kai said. "You're just scared. Too scared to stick this out."

"Scared to stick this out?" Cinder gasped, her face twisted. "Taking the blame for something that's not my fault? It is my fault, Kai. She's my mother. She's killed two of the people I love. Three, really. She killed you last year, Kai. She killed you." Cinder pulled her knees up to her chest. She looked small. Too small. More like a child waiting out a thunderstorm than a woman haunted by the ghosts of her past.

"We don't even know if it's her."

"But we do!" Cinder exclaimed. "There's no other explanation. The Lemuralia Phantoms can have human power sources. The ghost haunting me uses fire, and she only comes when I'm around."

"And me."

"What?"

"It comes when I'm around, too," Kai said. "Have you ever stopped to consider that it could be me? That Cress was right in her first assumption of a poltergeist?"

"You couldn't," Cinder snarled.

"And how are you supposed to know what I can or cannot do?"

"You just couldn't."

Kai grabbed at his hair, frustration taking over. "Why are you so insistent upon playing the victim?"

"The victim?" Cinder's voice dropped. "If anything, I'm the villain, Kai. The one who's screwed your life over too many times to count. The one that you should be running screaming from."

"But I'm not."

"So what does that make you?" Cinder spat.

Kai froze, cheeks coloring. He didn't know why, but the words stung. Almost as if she had called him something obscene.

She saw the change and shut her eyes tight, fists clenched. She inhaled deeply. He couldn't stop examining her— waiting for the moment that she would bolt. Because she was Cinder, and that's all she knew how to do: run. Run away from her problems, from the things tormenting her, from love. Because they were all frightening, and every ounce of her courage had been spent on existing.

"I can't stay here, Kai. You know that. Though you won't admit it to yourself, it's a relief, letting me go. It will hurt—" Cinder's voice broke, "—but it will be for the best. For both of us."

"No," Kai said, the ferocity of his love and his insistent stubbornness getting the better of him.

"Kai—"

"No," Kai repeated. "Cinder, you don't just get to call it quits here. You don't get to just run away from what's going on until we actually know what's going on. This ghost, or whatever the hell it is, we don't know if it's haunting you. It could be mine. Maybe it's my dad, or—"

"Your dad couldn't be a ghost. He didn't die a violent, unnatural death. You couldn't create a poltergeist either," Cinder cut in. "It's me. I'm the problem."

"Or maybe it's neither of us," Kai finished, shooting a glare at Cinder. "Maybe there's something else going on here and you're acting prematurely."

"You're acting like I'm going to go throw myself off a building."

"Maybe because you're acting like you just might."

Cinder huffed, then abruptly got to her feet. She began to pace the apartment, periodically bringing her hands up to her face or grumbling to herself. Then she turned to Kai, pointing down into his face. "Me wanting to get away from you does not equate to me wanting to end my life. It's just... distance might be the only thing that will keep whatever this is away."

"But if you leave, we may never discover what's haunting you," Kai argued. "And then you'd live the rest of your life on the run. Is that what you want?"

Cinder groaned. She put her hands at the base of her neck and pulled down, as if she could drag herself down to the very depths of hell. "We're running in circles here, and you can't seem to understand that there's a problem here that's bigger than our relationship."

"Nothing is bigger than the two of us."

"Your life is."

Kai sank to the floor. There was a terrible ache pulsing within him, as if his sadness had its own heartbeat. Or perhaps it was his heart, tapping out his misery, not wanting him to miss the horrible feeling it was to feel love slipping from one's fingers.

He knew that Cinder was right— of course she was. No relationship was worth one's mortality. But if that was so, then why did he care so little for his own life and so much for his love of Cinder? For her, he would die a thousand deaths, light up in flames a million times, take his final breath by her side every moment of his existence. Because she was all he cared for.

She was the girl he had saved— the one who had saved him in return. Because that's what they did— they saved one another. Only this time, it seemed that their only means of safety was separation.

"I don't know how to live without you," Kai whispered. He leaned his head back against the wall, unashamed as tears trickled from his eyes. "I don't know how to do it, Cinder. First my mother, then my father. Now... you. I can't do it."

"I know," Cinder said, crouching down beside him this time. She planted her hands on either side of his face. "It's not easy for me either, you know."

"Then why are you doing it?" Kai practically sobbed. He stared up into her eyes with earnest, the pulse of aching throbbing through his very soul. "Why are you leaving?"

"Because I love you."

"Is that why you leave everyone? Because that's the only way you know how to love?"

Cinder smiled bitterly. "No," she sighed. "I'm leaving because I know what happens if I don't. I understand the consequences of my love."

Kai searched her eyes for any regret, but found none. It didn't make it any easier to let her go. Because while she did not appear regretful, there was mourning in her gaze. There was sadness, and a sort of loneliness that only the abandoned could feel. It hurt her to leave him, just as it tore him apart to be left behind, but she would not regret it.

"What will I do?" Kai asked. "What am I supposed to do? I can't just move on."

"I know," Cinder said. "But you have to. At least try."

"Just give it more time," Kai pleaded, though he knew it was pointless. He wasn't going to give up on her without a fight, but he could feel the effort of trying to keep her from catching up with him. They'd been fighting this battle for far too long, and she was by far the more experienced warrior. "It hasn't hurt me. Really."

Cinder laughed, though there was no humor to it. "Kai, the back of your shirt is nearly gone. That's not escaping unscathed."

"I'm not hurt," Kai hissed. "Please."

Cinder dropped her hands from his face and stood abruptly. Her face twitched, presumably with the effort of trying not to cry, though no tears escaped. She simply stared at him, her face blotchy and her expression beyond destroyed. She was a woman who had given her all and found nothing left, no semblance of herself, not even a ghost.

Without hesitation, Cinder walked away from him and into their bedroom. He heard her moving swiftly, packing items she would need for wherever she went. It was dark outside, but he knew it wouldn't deter her from leaving. Nothing could stop Cinder.

Mere minutes later, she walked out of the room with her backpack slung over her shoulder. A lump rose in Kai's throat, and suddenly, it hit him. She was leaving him. Not just going to work, but leaving. Abandoning him perhaps forever. And he couldn't bear the idea.

He moved to stand in front of the door, like a pathetic child begging their parents to stay. Because he would fight for her until his heart stopped beating and his soul ceased to be.

"Kai," Cinder said, approaching him with her hands up. "You have to let me go."

"I can't."

A burst of light flared up between the two of them, causing Cinder's eyes to appear more gold than brown, as if she were a being not known to mankind. The flames made her look they way she had the first time Kai had laid eyes on her: like the Angel of Hell.

Kai fell to the ground, unable to quench the fear that burned within him at the sight of the flames. He stared at them in all their glory, watching the unnaturalness of them— the way they floated in the air, fed by nothing.

And when they vanished, Kai was alone.

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[alyasgf]

I can trust you, right?

mlb fanfic master list

Summary- ladybug: "chat I kinda told someone in my civilian form that I am ladybug"

chat noir: "huuh not me? Well its only fair if I tell someone, byee"

ladybug: " wait don't- "

next day at school:

Adrien:"marinette I need to tell you something but don't freak out"

Notes- I saw this tweet by Mina (@lovesquaree) on Twitter and could not stop thinking about it until I wrote it. Go follow them and as usual enjoy

Word Count- 3255

AO3

Begin

After Marinette told Alya her identity she ended up staying the night while Marinette explained everything. After hours of comforting on Alya’s end, Marinette was starting to feel better.

Alya hugged her and told her everything would work out as her best friend cried into her arms. Maybe love wasn’t on the table right now, but she’d always have her.

Eventually they fell asleep, Alya holding her tight as Marinette snored softly. In that moment, with Alya’s warmth surrounding her, Marinette truly believed everything would be okay.

Unfortunately Marinette awoke with a new problem on her mind.

“Alya, how am I supposed to tell Chat that I revealed my identity?” She panicked. “He’s going to be so heartbroken. He’s going to think I don’t trust him!”

“Calm down girl, you stress yourself out too much. Just take a deep breath.” She gave Marinette a moment to breathe. “Chat loves you, there’s no denying that. Sure he might be hurt, but you’ve been so overwhelmed he’ll just have to try to understand. You’re under a lot of pressure Marinette, it was only a matter of time until you broke. I’m just glad I was there before it got too bad. You’ll be okay.” Alya said this last part as she pulled Marinette into another tight hug.

“I love you and I’m here for you.” The brunette said for the thousandth time since the day before.

Marinette relaxed into the hug. “You’re right. I love you too, Alya. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Marinette began tearing up again, but she was determined not to cry anymore. She had Alya now. As a team there was no way she’d be alone anymore.

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For the first time in a while Ladybug was early to patrol. As she paced she repeated Alya’s words to herself.

“I’ll be okay, I’ll be okay, I’ll be okay.” She mumbled.

Just then she heard a thump behind her. Even now, his presence calmed her.

She turned around with a smile.

“Looks like I’ve attracted a stray.”

“You know I can never resist your pull M’lady.” He replied, taking her hand to place a kiss on it.

She pulled it back giggling.

“Sit for a moment?” She asked. Her nerves were returning but she was determined to keep her cool.

“Something wrong bug? You’re early and I know you well enough to recognize that look on your face.” Chat sat beside her and looked into her eyes expectantly.

“Yes? I don’t really know.” She let out a nervous laugh. “Depends on how you take it.”

She looked back at him to see him as confused as ever.

“I’m sure you’ve noticed how different I’ve been since I became guardian. With juggling school work, superhero stuff, and my guardian responsibilities, I’ve had to lie to the people closest to me and it’s made me more absentminded than ever.

I’ve been missing patrols, doing work last minute, ruining relationships, and losing my friends trust. Yesterday I hit my breaking point.”

“M’lady if this is you apologizing it’s okay. I understand. If you need to talk I can be here for you too. Sure, your actions at the movies were a little odd, but nothing to worry about.” Chat said with a reassuring smile.

“No Chat, it’s not about that, although I am sorry about that and in a way this is leading to an apology, but for something entirely different. Yesterday I-“ Ladybug tried to figure out the best way to tell him without hurting him. “I revealed my identity to my best friend. I just felt so hopeless and I needed someone to take some of the weight off my shoulders. Kitty I’m so sorry I can’t tell you, you have no idea how much I want to.”

Chat sat there for a moment, processing the information he was just told.

“Wow. I just always thought we’d be the first to know. At least that’s what you always said.” Chat tried to mask his hurt but it was evident on his face. “Did it make you feel better?”

“A lot. All of my responsibilities feel just a little more manageable. Are you mad at me?” She asked looking alway and crossing her arms to hold herself.

Chat saw how worried she looked and decided he couldn’t hold it against her. Anything for her to be happy. Still, he couldn’t let her go scot free.

“I could never be mad at you bug.” He said softly. “You did what you needed to do. I know you wouldn’t reveal your identity unless it was your last resort.” He pulled her into a hug. “Although I have to say, it seems a bit unfair that you can reveal your identity to someone and I can’t.”

“Chat, we can’t reveal our identities to each other.” She pulled from the hug. “It’s just not safe right now.”

Though she still looked serious, she looked far less stressed than before. That was a win in Chat’s book.

“Okay, then what if I revealed it to someone close to me? Someone I trust and know would never tell anyone? Fair is fair after all.” Chat nudged Ladybug’s shoulder.

“Uh actually Chat I don’t know if-“

Chat jumped up. “Really! This is great thank you so much bugaboo!”

He was practically hopping up and down when Ladybug stood up.

“I thought I told you to stop calling me that.” She teased, grateful he wasn’t hurt. Maybe that is a good idea, she thought. This way she could subtly let Chat know she trusted him.

“You know you love it. Now come on, don’t we have a city to patrol?”

And with that he bounded off onto the next building, leaving Ladybug to laugh softly to herself before joining him.

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Adrien got back home that night excited. He jumped through he window and de-transformed immediately.

“Plagg! I get to tell someone my identity.” Adrien flopped onto his bed to stare at the ceiling. “Who should I tell?”

“I don’t know! I’m not in any way apart of this I just want my food.” Plagg phased into the safe full of cheese and came back out with a large wedge of camembert.

“Should I tell Nino?” Adrien asked, ignoring the kwami’s previous statement. “Actually I don’t know, he’s dating Alya. What if she accidentally lets something slip on the Ladyblog? I need someone trustworthy, someone who always puts others first, someone… someone just like Ladybug!” His eyes lit up as he came to a realization.

“That’s it Plagg I know who I’m gonna tell!”

Plagg laughed loudly. “Sounds like a great idea kid.” He said before delving back into his cheeses.

Adrien went to bed that night shaking with excitement.

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The next day Adrien could hardly wait. He ate his breakfast faster than normal and was already waiting at the door when The Gorilla showed up to drive him to school.

When he arrived, he joined Nino in front of the school and looked around.

“Hey bud, what’s up are you looking for something?” Nino asked as he noticed Adrien’s wandering eyes.

“Have you seen Marinette? I want to tell her something.” Adrien said nervously.

Nino subtly jabbed his thumb at a bush towards the left.

Adrien turned to the bush and heard a loud rustle before Marinette tumbled out with a yelp. Alya walked from behind the bush and gave them a small wave.

Adrien turned to Nino with a confused look before shrugging and walking over.

Adrien put his hand out to help Marinette off the ground and she took it with a deep blush.

“Hey Alya, mind if I borrow Marinette for a minute?” He asked. He realized he hadn’t let go of Marinette’s hand yet and adopted a slight bush of his own before dropping it.

“Of course you can Adrien!” Marinette let out a squeak as Alya said this.

Alya gave Marinette a pat on the shoulder and chuckled before walking over to Nino.

Now that they were alone Adrien’s excitement turned to anxiety. He was so nervous he felt like he was going to throw up.

“So…uh Marinette,” he began as he took in her demeanor. She seemed as nervous as him. This made him feel a little better. “I need to tell you something but don't freak out. I can trust you, right?”

Marinette looked stunned but she gave a small nod. Adrien took a deep breath.

“I’m Chat Noir.”

A beat of silence.

“Hey Mari, you okay?” Adrien asked, worried he’d broken her.

He put his hand on her shoulder and she jolted, now fully back.

“Sorry sorry I’m fine.” She rushed out.

“So I can trust you to keep this a secret?” Adrien’s anxiety began to return, even though he knew Marinette would never tell anyone and this was an irrational fear.

“You can always trust me Adrien.” She said with a fondness she had never used with him before. “Though I have to ask, why tell me? Why not Nino or Chloe? They seem closer to you.”

Now it was Adrien’s turn to blush. “Well when I thought of who I wanted to tell, I figured why not tell the most Ladybug person I knew?” He said sheepishly.

“And you’re in love with Ladybug, right?” She asked as though confirming.

Adrien blushed harder. “Well, yeah.”

“Okay well thank you for trusting me Adrien, really it means a lot to me.” She pulled him into a hug.

“We should probably head into school, the bells about to ring.” She said dragging him over to their pair of friends a couple feet away.

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“What’d you say to Adrien?” Alya whispered to her once they sat down. “It’s weird. He was actually the blushing mess this time, rather than you.”

“I can’t say too much because he told me not to tell anyone.” Marinette confessed. “But let’s just say it solves a few of my problems.”

Alya looked more confused than ever and Marinette just giggled.

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Marinette was playing it cool, but on the inside her brain was jumping hurdles.

Adrien and Chat Noir were the same person?

It wasn’t completely unbelievable, she’d heard Adrien tell horrible puns before and Chat was certainly cute enough to be a model, but it was still a shock to her system. At least now she could finally stop denying her feeling for Chat.

Still, what were the chances after she specifically told him not to reveal his identity to her he’d do just that. There’s no way it was on purpose thought, Marinette doubted he’d have kept his cool of he knew who she really was.

Which meant there was only one logical explanation. Plagg put him up to this. Call it entertainment, call it annoyance at their continued antics, it was most definitely in Plagg’s nature.

And yet Marinette still couldn’t shake the feeling that this was just fate leading them on their way.

Marinette tried to talk to Adrien all day, but there was never really a chance to talk about anything of substance due to the continued presence of other people. She just couldn’t find a time to catch him alone.

In the end she opted to drop by his house later as Ladybug and let him know the truth, while also taking the time to chew out Plagg. She couldn’t wait to see the look on his face when he realized his mistake.

As she watched Adrien walk to his car she called, “See you later Adrien!”

He seemed a little confused but gave her a well meaning wave anyway.

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“Do you think Chat Noir would love me if he knew my identity?” Marinette asked.

She decided to walk Alya home that day, and was starting to rethink her decision to reveal her identity to Chat Noir.

“Have you seen that boy? He’s head over heels for you. I doubt anything could change that. Does this have something to do with your conversation last night? You never told me how it went you know.” Alya’s reporter side began to show.

Marinette loved Alya for that. Her quizzical smart nature was what had attracted Marinette to her in the first place. Marinette smiled at her friend as she thought about that.

“It went well...” Marinette began, choosing her word wisely. She didn’t want to accidentally let Alya know that Chat Noir had revealed himself to her today. “We came up with a resolution to show him that I still trusted him, and I think he understands a little bit.”

“Girl that’s amazing! I told you you’d have nothing to worry about.” Alya squeezed her hand as she said this, and Marinette couldn’t help but appreciate her warmth.

“Yeah yeah I know. You’re always right because you’re super smart and the best friend ever.” Marinette laughed along with her brunette friend.

“And don’t you forget it.” Alya stopped in front of her house. “Call me if you need me okay?”

Marinette nodded, Alya kissed her cheek, and that was that.

Marinette decided to take the long way home that day. The longer she took to get home, the longer she had to decide what to do about Chat.

As if reading her mind she heard Tikki from her purse.

“What are you going to do about Adrien, Marinette?” Tikki had taken the Alya situation pretty well. Still Marinette wasn’t sure how Tikki would feel about her plans.

“Well, if I know his identity why shouldn’t he know mine? I am the guardian after all, and he’s my partner.” She decided.

“I’m not going to push you, because it is your choice. But if this isn’t absolutely necessary why do it?”

“I just feel like he deserves to know. He’s trusted me blindly for so long, it’s time for me to do the same for him.”

Tikki nodded and they were quiet for the rest of the way home.

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Once she greeted her parents and headed upstairs, she went up to her balcony and called out her transformation phrase.

It was getting dark, so she knew Adrien would be home from fencing by then.

As she leaped across buildings she attempted to calm her nerves.

This was her goofy partner as well as her longtime crush. He was both of her favorite boys in one. No big deal.

There was one thing she was sure of though. Nothing she could say would change how he felt about her.

This comforted her as she neared his mansion.

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Adrien was still riding off the rush of the day. Marinette seemed to take his confession in stride. Maybe this was the push their friendship needed.

Overall, he was glad he chose her to tell. That was one thing he would never regret.

He entered his room after the long day and threw off his white over shirt, Plagg along with it.

“Hey! Be careful with me I’m not a toy!” He complained, zooming back over to Adrien with his arms crossed.

“Sorry Plagg I forgot you were there to be honest.” Adrien sighed zoned out and laid out on his bed.

“I take it you enjoyed telling pigtails?” Plagg chuckled.

This snapped Adrien back. “Yeah I did actually, why?” Adrien said, voice full of suspicion.

“Oh I’m sure you’ll find out soon enough.” As he said this, Plagg phased back into the safe after a quick look over his shoulder.

Right as Adrien was about to demand what that was about, he heard a tapping on his window.

Confused, he turned to see Ladybug.

He ran over to open it immediately, almost tripping over his feet.

“Ladybug! What are you doing here?” He asked, helping her down from the window ledge.

“Is it wrong to visit my favorite civilian?”

Adrien blushed, earning a laugh from the hero.

“I actually came here to talk to you about something Adrien.”

“Oh?” Adrien was more confused than ever. Ladybug had never stopped by before, why would she start now?

“I understand you know Marinette Dupain Cheng?”

Adrien’s heart dropped. Had Marinette really revealed his identity to Ladybug?

“Listen Ladybug, whatever she told you I’m sure I can explain! I promise I didn’t think she’d tell anyone, much less have to means to tell you.” Adrie felt so guilty. He shouldn’t have told anyone. Now who knows who else knew his secret.

Adrien was shocked to hear Ladybug laugh.

“No one told me anything, Mon Chaton. At least not on purpose.” She walked over to his bed and pat the spot beside him. Still in a daze, he sat down without a word.

“Tikki, spots off.” She said quietly.

There was a flash of pink and there on his bed was none other than Marientte.

Adrien gasped, eyes widening and jaw dropping. “I- wow I had no idea when I told you I swear!” He managed to get out.

“I know. I assumed Plagg had something to do with it.” Marinette said, looking around for the black kwami.

At that Plagg came out from his spot.

“All I’m guilty of is not stopping it. It was all his idea. You guys needed to hurry up and tell each other anyway. I was getting bored.” Plagg huffed.

Tikki flew over to him and pulled him away, muttering about the importance of secret identities and his irresponsibility.

Adrien turned back to the girl. “So you told Alya I’m guessing?”

“Not on purpose. Right after she and the other girls got akumatized the other day, she asked me what was wrong and I broke down and told her.” Marinette replied, looking at her twiddling hands.

Adrien took one of her hands, her eyes meeting his again.

“Well now you have two people here to support you Mari. You won’t have to hold this weight by yourself anymore. You have us.”

Marinette teared up but wiped her eyes quickly before anything came out.

“You know this doesn’t change how I feel about you right? I know there’s still Luka, but I can’t sit here and pretend that my feelings haven’t only grown stronger knowing the truth.” Adrien confessed, searching her eyes for any immediate reaction.

What he hadn’t expected to see was the amount of love that filled them.

“Oh kitty, it’s always been you. Whether you were Adrien or Chat Noir, you’ve held my heart.” Her hand went up to cradle his face as she said this. “I wasn’t sure how you’d feel about my identity so I didn’t want to push anything on you, but I’ve felt something toward you ever since that day in the rain, ever since I realized how I could never truly be Ladybug without you. I love you, Adrien.”

Adrien looked shocked yet again. First finding out her identity and then this? Adrien couldn’t believe his luck.

Without another word he leaned in to kiss her.

As his eyes closed he felt her soft lips meet his. They were warm and tasted of chocolate. He could smell her hair, which was strawberry scented. He did everything he could to take this moment in, remember it to the fullest extent, but his mind was turned to putty by her touch. Her hand still cradled his face and he brought and arm around her to pull her closer.

When they pulled apart to catch a breath, all Adrien could think of was how his skin was still hot where her hand had been, how his stomach was still fluttering looking at her dilated eyes and freshly kissed lips.

“I love you too, my buginette.”

End Notes- This one was a lot of fun! Reply with your favorite parts because that makes my day and leave a like and reblog if you enjoyed this! I think I’m getting back to my writing swing so let’s hope the first wave of exams don’t ruin that, but if I don’t finish Adrinette April feel free to blame them.

[the-wretched-and-joyful]

Midnight Chaos

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Reader

Word count: 937

Requested: By @hollandbroz-n-haz

Warning: None

Summary: You are worried and awake at night, so your boyfriend should join you, shouldn’t he

A/N: Look!!! I wrote something! Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I loved writing it! P.s: sorry I didn’t post as I said I would 😥

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It might sound silly, but you really didn’t want the morning to come.

Sleep eluded you, only cause you kept thinking about the dreadful day tomorrow was going to be. Harrison on the other hand was snoring away merrily right beside you. While as his girlfriend, his peaceful sleep is something you’d love, right now it annoyed you. So much that you couldn’t help but snatch the entire blanket from his body and wrapping it around yourself.

It didn’t have the desired effect though. That man kept on sleeping like everything else in the world didn’t matter. But the worry for tomorrow was gnawing at your mind so badly that you had to sit up. And you also turned on the lamp on your side, cause sitting in the dark will only deepen your worry.

Hoping that the light will at least wake your snoring boyfriend, and you won’t have to directly disturb his rest, you looked at him. But once again, he remained asleep, like a rock.

“Unbelievable!” you whispered, rubbing your hand on your forehead, contemplating whether you wake him up or not. In the end, you decided that for your sanity, he would have to lose his sleep.

“Haz, Hazzy?” you called him as gently as you could, but to no avail. So you decided to shake him up a bit along with the loving calls. But once again didn’t work. So in the end, you did the only thing you could do to wake up the rock of a boyfriend you had.

“HARRISON OSTERFIELD!” you slammed your pillow on his body, with the satisfactory result of him waking up.

“THE WATCHERS ON THE WALL WILL PROTECT THE REALM!” he sat up, bewildered, not even realizing what he was saying. Looking around and noticing no imminent danger, he looked at you, sitting innocently with your pillow in your lap, “What happened?”

“Well, first, you need to stop watching game of thrones, cause you’re probably dreaming about it!” You barely kept your laughter in when he woke up saying that, “And secondly, I can’t sleep, I’m worried about tomorrow.”

Harrison almost looked close to tears at this point, “So you wake me up with a heart attack? Baby I love you but it is 6 in the morning!” he slumps against the headboard and his pillows, his hands on his chest, trying to calm his erratic heart.

“It’s not 6, it’s merely 3:30!” you roll your eyes. “And are you sure it’s not beating so fast cause it is stunned by my natural beauty?” you lean against his shoulder, only to receive his glare.

“First of all, no one has perfect bearings when woken suddenly at…” he squints at the clock beside his bed, “…3 am in the morning. And secondly, you said you were worried about tomorrow, and now you flirt with me?”

“Gee, I’m just trying to lighten up the mood!” you make a face at him and sit up, “yes I’m worried about tomorrow. What am I going to do?”

“GO TO SLEEP MAYBE? God knows why I got a crackhead of a girlfriend out of everyone, but please for the love of everything else in this world, go to sleep!” and with that he laid down, taking your pillow and covering his head with it.

Not to back down, you snatch the pillow from him and start hitting him with it, “I said I can’t sleep you dork! You should be a good boyfriend and help me out…” before you could finish what you were about to say, you were tackled by a very annoyed Harrison.

“Firstly, I don’t have advice for crazy people, cause they are crazy…” He tries to hold on to your hand as your try to smack him off of you, “and secondly, you’re worried for nothing! It’s all going to go down smoothly.”

“What if it doesn’t and I pass away?” your overthinking brain almost makes you cry.

“Guess I’ll have a chance to find someone sane!” The sarcasm in his voice was evident, but your brain was in an overthinking mode.

“OH, so you hate me? Don’t you! You hate me so much that you want me to pass away tomorrow!” the fact that you were crying sobered Harrison up now.

"I didn't say that I hate you. Plus, it’s just a dentist’s appointment to remove your wisdom teeth! No one passes away from THAT!” he tries to smile and lighten your mood, but you were not having it.

Climbing down from the bed and snatching your pillow you got ready to sleep in another room, "You implied it, that you hate me!” your voice was still thick with tears, “SO fine, have your peaceful sleep, I’ll go.” And before Harrison could even say anything you left, slamming the bedroom door behind you.

Sighing, Haz sat back down on his bed, looking at the clock once again. He would give it 15 minutes tops, but you seemed quite shaken, so he might have to go looking for you after that.

He didn’t have to though. He had laid back down, staring at the ceiling when he heard the bedroom door open, and the quiet patter of your feet at you walk to the bed and climb in, wasting no time in wrapping yourself around him.

“Shut up, don’t say a word.” Your voice still carried a grumpy undertone, but he knew it would disappear like the clumps of darkness in the room when the morning comes. So for now he only wrapped himself around you tighter, and try to convey wordlessly how much he loved you.

[chews-erotically]

Waxing Gibbous 

Pairing: Ezra + femNurse! Reader

Rating: Hard M / 18+ ONLY

       * Warnings: Assault/violence/ mentions of masturbation/ blood/ gore/ comfort/ injury

      * Summary: In the field, you are found. Ezra reveals his duality.

      * Word Count: 1611

      * I cannot begin to thank all of you enough for reading this. It means absolutely everything in the entire universe. For the first time in so very long I feel as though I’m doing something that makes me happy. I love you!! 

 PART THREE

     “Shit!”

    Acrid steam poured from the ruined sac before you. Unsure of how you could be so adept at harvesting while practicing in the tent, yet so clumsy in the actual field, you stood and stretched your back. It was unbearably hot today; your suit was clinging to your skin like cling film. It was stifling and you were tired.

    Ezra was soon to return with replenished water bottles, you supposed, having trekked south of you to a stream you’d come across a few days prior. You estimated he’d been gone around twenty minutes.

    Since the events with the Sater had transpired the tension between you had seemed to grow exponentially. You’d found yourself idling on Ezra’s face more than you cared to admit to yourself. You’d unintentionally begun cataloguing the nuances of movement contained in his hands, the reactions on his expressive face to the things you said. More often now, you took note of that dark intensity returning to flash across his features when he thought you weren’t looking. This did not scare you; rather, it left your skin feeling too tight for your body, your core aching and burning until you had no choice but to shut yourself in the refresher and furiously bring yourself off, biting at your sleeve to muffle your guttural scream when you came seizing and shaking on your fingers. Something you’d once thought shameful now left you somehow ravenous. When you’d re-entered the common space of the tent you’d done nothing to hide the flush in your face or mussed hair. You’d shot Ezra a wide smile as he’d quirked his brow, his expression otherwise unreadable. You’d exited the tent as you felt suddenly faint- is this who you were now? Ezra made you feel wild and alive, like you had finally managed to snap out of a trance. Or wake up from an unending, uninspired dream of safe decisions and mediocrity.

    You mused on this in your suit on the Green, the suit still bearing faint tepid stains from your original sin. You were not paying attention, having almost certainly made up your mind to make Ezra aware of your feelings when you returned from the day’s work.

    Thus, you were doubly taken aback when the stone connected with the side of your helmet. With a dull cracking noise you fell to the dust. Your head ricocheted against the interior of your dome. Your ears rang; you tasted blood. How did you get here?

    A steel-toed boot connected with your ribs, forcing the air from your lungs. You gasped, you couldn’t breathe, couldn’t force air in. Pain exploded once again, exquisite in its intensity. A cracking sound- bone or helmet? You curled in on yourself, stunned, trying to process what this was that was happening to you. 

    Get. Up.

    Part of you wanted this whole farce to be over. The Green, the tent, this unseen assailant. Just end it. If this is how it’s supposed to happen, who are you to challenge fate? You could only hope for quickness, the pain is too much, this life is too much, you are a fool, how could you even consider someone like Ezra could want you. You are a weak, sniveling, invisible slug. You are going to die. You will rot and fester and become toxic, like the air on this cursed moon. Unknown and forgotten.

    Get. Up.

    Another kick, this time to your kidney. This time you found your air, cried out. It was weak, pathetic. You noted the mist of blood across the window of your helmet, so similar to before, except this time it was on the inside. It was yours. It caused a switch to flip on in you, sudden panic blooming in your chest. All at once your body called back to its evolutionary directive to survive. 

    It took everything within you to move. Blinding pain behind your eyes like needles as you rolled onto your front, then onto your knees. Your stomach roiled- you swallowed bile as you craned your head upward to finally view your assailant.

    It was the Sater. Of course. The dose of sedative you’d shot into his thigh had not been enough to kill him, merely incapacitate him long enough for you to escape with the precious med kit. He had recovered and now he had found you, and he was going to kill you. This so perfectly encapsulated life on the Green that you could have laughed. It was almost poetic.

    You could not hear his words, but you could see his sneer. He cocked his leg back to land another blow to you as you squeezed your eyes shut and waited. The blow did not come.

    Instead, you heard the sound of bodies connecting, and an unearthly snarl.

    Ezra.

    You opened your eyes and Ezra was upon him, a frenzy of fists landing over and over wherever he could reach. The Sater was overcome, had no time to react. The sounds that escaped Ezra’s mouth through your connected channel were almost inhuman in their ferocity.

You watched through the pain of each shuddering breath as he yanked the air hose from the Sater’s helmet, then grasped wildly at the connecting clasps of the helmet. Finding the seal, he pried frantically, finally freeing the dome and exposing the Sater’s face to the atmosphere. His fists connected with whatever was revealed, ruining and rupturing. 

    You had known that Ezra had sometimes had to be brutal in order to survive here. You knew that you had had to do the same. But seeing him like this, the unleashed rabidity of his rage unleashed on another was almost too much. As Ezra exhausted himself upon the Sater’s demolished face you found yourself having to turn away. The blows finally slowed in frequency and intensity when it became increasingly apparent that the Sater was no longer breathing.

    Ezra stood and gazed down at the body of the Sater, his lip curled. He turned to you, to where you knelt in the dust, and his expression melted into a mask of pain. It was almost as if the Sater had been pummeling him. You blinked and then he was beside you, his hands were on you, so unbelievably gentle as he swept up your stomach, moved carefully across your shoulders and down your arms. You met his gaze, mortally exhausted, and thought that perhaps you could still die here. Your ears rang and your head throbbed. Your stomach and chest ached, and you wondered from a faraway place if you could be bleeding internally.

    Ezra was crying, his eyes were red and swollen. He must have been crying while he killed.

    Through the beating static in your brain, you heard his voice asking if you thought you could stand. 

    You had tried, but a wave of nausea and vertigo had you swooning back toward the ground almost immediately. Ezra caught you and held you close against the breast of his suit until you felt a bit steadied. His heart thrummed wildly in his chest, and it served to center you.

    “We have only to trek back to the tent, sweet Dove. I will carry you if need be, but we cannot negotiate an alternative option.” Your nod was almost imperceptible, and you began a stumbling, shambling walk back to your tent. Ezra kept his arm close around your waist and draped your own limb across his shoulders. When you finally entered the interior he assisted you onto your cot. He helped to divest you of your helmet and suit before hastily removing his own, his eyes never leaving yours. Each wince of pain was answered by his own sympathetic sounds and mumbled apologies.

    “I am so sorry, sweet girl. My Dove, my Star...I will spend the rest of my life and whatever is beyond making it up to you….”

    You were too sore and numb to be embarrassed as he undressed you, carefully inspecting every inch of your skin before covering you back up. He carefully cleaned the dried blood from your nose and mouth, pausing briefly to cradle your face in his large, warm hands. He rested his forehead against yours before placing the ghost of a kiss at your hairline.

    You knew you were concussed, and so Ezra kept you awake. Kneeling on the floor He used dulcet tones and soft inflections to keep you engaged. He told you what he knew of the ancient Greek myths and incestuous dealings between gods and men. He expounded on the constellations and how the old prospectors would time their harvests according to the position of the stars in the sky. He told you of his childhood home on Earth and growing up in a poor parish in Louisiana. He talked about his only sibling, his older brother Isaiah, who he’d worshipped and followed blindly into the realm of prospecting before drink and women left him dead in some back-planet alleyway, robbed and stabbed.

    Finally you begged in mumbling tones to sleep, your eyes weighed down and feeling full of sand. Ezra acquiesced, but not before pulling his cot to join with yours. He lay on his side next to you, grasping your hand carefully as if it were glass. He moved his thumb over your skin in circles that soothed you as your eyes closed and eased you into dreamless slumber while Ezra’s deep, even breathing anchored you to his side.

Tags: @yespolkadotkitty, @rzrcrst, @mrpascals, @cyaredindjarin, @ifimayhaveaword, @lackofhonor, @giselatropicana

[softlyqoos]

Will you call me to tell me you're alright ?

(Pairing : JJ Maybank x Reader)

Summary : You were a member of the pogues and no matter how much the ‘no pogue on pogue macking’ applies you could never stop yourself from falling for JJ. So when John B and Sarah had to escape you had to follow them because you were a professional at driving boats (probably not in storms). How will JJ react without knowing what’s going to happen to you ?

Warnings : angst, sad, emotional

A/N : this is my first time writing for tumblr, so if there’s any tips you’d like to share feel free to and I've barely made any friends yet lol

The four of you were on the parting deck waiting for John B as JJ and Pope were getting the boat ready. Neither of them knew what was racing through your mind as you stood beside Kiara. Your palms sweating, you examine your friend’s faces, your family’s. You glance at JJ, you couldn’t help falling in love the the boy you were close with since your childhood.

The two of you had flirted jokingly among the years, but you've always remind yourself that he could never think of you more than a friend. Yet, you couldn’t resist those blue eyes that makes your heart flutter and his charming smile. From his happiest moments to his darkest times he’d break down violently crying on your shoulder every night he comes to you, you’d do your best to comfort him. You knew about his life, he tells you everything and at some point you knew that he needed you and you needed him. God, you knew that even if you poured your heart out to him and if there was any chance of him accepting you were to afraid of breaking the fragile boy's heart more.

But seeing as it is now, would you do it while you still can? Your heart aches at the thought of leaving them, of leaving him.

“He’ll be here” Pope’s voice snapped you back to reality.

You gathered all your courage in your heart and said..

“I-I’m going with them” you said it so quietly that they weren’t sure if they heard you right. You look down at your hands now fiddling the hem of your shirt afraid of their reaction. “come again?” Kie asks.

Slowly you lifted your gaze “I’m going with them..” you said louder “with John B and Sarah” you fix your eyes on JJ’s stunned expression as you say this. ”I’ll have to..right? Agatha’s coming and with John B’s still on the chase. The three of you know that I can help him. Hell, I’m basically a GPS on sea” you force a smile half-joking but they stared at you silently. Kie gives you sad smile.

You know they were worried for you just like they were for John B you didn’t know how long you’ll be apart from them. But you had to do it. Even if it means parting with the boy who owns your heart and is unaware of it.

“He’s capable of it” JJ’s voice was stern as he jumped off the boat walking slowly to you. “I just think it’s be-” he was a feet apart from you now, you could smell his cologne. ”This isn’t some fucking fishing trip Y/N. We can’t risk you giddying up on a boat together and going god knows where” I can’t risk you his heart silently whispered.

No matter how much you wanted to just hug him, you stood your ground straighter than before. “I think trying to save our friends is better than not giving our best” you said softly but firmly lifting your head to look into his eyes, you saw sadness in them that were somehow pleading you to change your mind.

“JJ, she’s right” Kie said looking at Pope then at JJ. Pope nodded his head in agreement and continued his task. “come on guys we better finish this up”

JJ sighed and looked away for a moment as if he was thinking. He looked back into your eyes and hesitantly grabbed your right hand “Y/N, there’s something I-”

His words were interrupted by a loud siren coming from a distance as a blue car came to through the driveway

“Hey, yeah get back on the boat” Pope instructed warrily

“Shit”

You were about to walk to the boat when you saw John B coming out from the car. You hear Kie laugh “uh..”

“No..” a smirk slowly appearing across your face “No f’ing way” Pope said grinning. John B came towards you and the pogues and you hug each other. You lightly punch him on the arm “You had us for a minute there” you were glad he was safe.

JJ cleared his throat “it wasn’t easy bro, I got the phantom for you and she runs like she’s made yesterday” giving the keys to John B. “I’ll take that please” you take the keys from him before he could give it to John B . You hopped on the boat and took the wheels.

John B watches you, confused. “Well, are you coming?” you smile. “Um, yeah yeah” he said rubbing the back his head while looking at his friends.

He knew what you meant and he knew you were stubborn so he had no time to argue and went along with it. “where’s Sarah?” the four of you looked at each other “She’s not with you?” Kie frowns. “No, we got separated at the swamp, she said she’s gonna meet me here” he explained worriedly. “No we haven’t seen her man”

“Okay well we’re not leaving without her” he continued turning to look at you. “John B, look at me I know you feel bad for leaving but there’s no time man..you’ll have Y/N with you” he said sighing at the end then looked at you and gave you a smile that made your heart tremble more than it already did. He gave John B firm instructions. “You got that? Hey-”

“Yeah I think we’ll be fine from here” you assure him.

You and John B got on the boat ready to leave as JJ and Pope started pushing the boat then you felt the boat stop. You let yourself look at JJ, your heart breaking as you hold back your tears.

You could hear the blood thumping in your veins as he walks over to you and pulled you in for a hug. The both of you have hugged before but for some reason you felt this hug was the shortest.

“Will you at least call me to tell me you’re alright?” He asks pulling away. You gave him an assuring smile “Of course, J”

(skip to the hurricane) -Bcoz i can

The rain poured heavily. You could barely see anything as the sound of multiple sirens chasing onto the three of you. The thunder growling above you. You tried not to flinch as you turned the Boat’s engine on full speed.

“They’re coming from around the cut” John B yelled holding tighter on the boat’s railings. Your eyes fluttered shut for a moment “We’ve gotta go South”. Sarah looks at you unbelievably “Into the storm? you steered the wheel “Yes, into the storm”.

The thunder rumbled you knew this wasn’t going to be be good. You cried silently as John B and Sarah hug each other. Regretting not telling JJ how you felt. You remembered how much he made you feel happy, when the two of you would hang out near the beach watching the waves the peacefulness of each other’s company. ‘It’s okay to cry’ that’s what you always tell him and now you’re silently wishing he was saying it to you.

“HOLD ON”

ੈ♡˳·˖ ━ 

JJ was shaking he could only hear muffled sounds as his mind rapidly thinks, they’d be fine, she’d be fine right? There’s no way the only girl who’s ever accepted him and understood him suddenly dissapears from his life. He couldn’t think straight. If you were beside him he knew you would have squeeze his hand and comfort him. He’d already made up his mind, he would tell you he loves you when you get back, he’d promise to be better than he was. He’d-

A few cops came into the tent slowly like a doctor about to discuss a failed operation. JJ stood up anxiously along with Kiara and Pope.

“Did you find them?” Pope asks

The cop slightly shook his head “No.”

“So they got away” They look at each other. JJ could feel a weight lifting off him. He turned to the cop waiting for the reply.

“We, uhh..lost them”

JJ stood still. He felt his heart throw itself against his ribcage. Suddenly the weight he had before drops onto him a thousand times heavier. He thought no no no.

He couldn’t hear anything else. The thought of living in world without Y/N seems too unbearable.

He heard Kiara’s voice “So they’re dead?” he glance at the cop fire building in his chest.

“We don’t know”

“YOU DROVE THEM STRAIGHT INTO THE STORM MAN” he yelled holding back the lump in his throat. He launched himself to the cop trying to attack violently but was then held back by other cops. He strangled trying to get himself away from the grip in anger. Hot tears running down his face. You broke him then without realising it.

[untaemedqueen]

The Bird Cage

Chapter 18.

Warnings:  Blood, Guns, Knives, Smoking (Cigarettes)

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You stare at Jimin, blinking rapidly as you furrow your eyebrows. “What?” 

He sighs, putting his head down. “You’re pregnant.” 

“Oh, I heard you.” You mutter before staring at his handsome face. His plush bottom lip tucks into his teeth as he chews on it nervously. You look down at your stomach before putting your hands to your face. Lee Hyunah, was correct. And you can’t even be all that surprised. You never once used a condom and you weren’t on birth control. You can feel your heartbeat in your ears. Were you ready to become a mother? You don’t know the first thing about children. But, Jimin was your husband and this is what married people do. They have kids. The question was whether or not the two of you were ready. 

“Unbelievable.” You mumble to yourself as you lay back down. Jimin looks up at you through his lashes as you stare at the canopy fabric above you. 

“I love you.” He whispers, putting his hands together and bringing them to his lips.

“I love you too.” You say before looking over at him. You were stunned, and confused. Maybe even happy, but you have so many emotions swimming through you, nevermind the pain of your back distracting you.

“Can we--can we keep our baby?” Jimin asks earnestly, you could hear the excitement in his voice and it makes you laugh. You put your hands over your face at the ridiculous question.

“Yeah, of course we’re keeping it, Jimin.” He sighs relieved before eyeing your body language.

“Are you mad at me?” You click your teeth before sighing loudly.

“I don’t know. I don’t think so, neither of us said anything about condoms.” Jimin gives a small nod.

“Well…I love our baby.” He says in a small voice that makes you want to melt into a puddle. You look down at your stomach and widen your eyes. You were bigger than two months ago, you hadn’t noticed since you were lying on your front most of that time.

“Oh, fuck!” You mumble, your hand beginning to shake as you reach down. Jimin presses his lips into a thin line.

 “Us. Parents. A mother who runs an escort business and a father who runs guns.” You laugh loudly dropping your hand. This is ludicrous. Jimin swallows nervously as you lift your hand once more. If you just feel your belly, maybe you’ll love the baby like he does.

“Feel it. Feel your belly.” Jimin says, pointing in hopes that you would smile for him. He wants you to smile first, to acknowledge your happiness before he indulges his. You put your hand on your stomach before closing your eyes. You could feel your swelling womb, Jimin’s baby safe from the world within you. You look back up at the ceiling without a word. Your eyes begin to sting terribly as your throat gets tighter. You were having the man you love’s baby and that was that. Nothing else in this world could change that. You close your eyes as you begin to cry. Jimin rubs his hand on your bare thigh--you could feel how sweaty his hand is. You rub at your swelling belly before laughing again wiping at your cheeks. Jimin begins to feel relief. 

“Are we ready?” You ask him, sniffling. Jimin smiles widely.

“We will be. We’re going to be the best parents we can be. I know it.” You sit up on your elbows before groaning in pain.

“Careful.” Jimin whispers before licking his lips. “I love you and I love our baby.” This one sentence has you crying all over again. Jimin leans in kissing you deeply, his hands wiping the tears off your cheeks before connecting his forehead to yours.

“I love you so much, so so much. Thank you for giving me a baby.” You laugh at his excitement. He chuckles, his eyes becoming half moons as he smiles widely. His hand comes off of your cheek to rub your stomach.

“Oh my God.” he whispers, pulling back. You watch as his eyes well up with tears and it makes you smile. No matter what, you and Jimin were in it for the long haul and this baby might just bring happiness and joy into a house that has known so much misery. Jimin bends down to press his full lips to your belly. “I love you,” he whispers to your stomach before looking up at you and giggling.

You stare at Jimin with a raised eyebrow as he goes over nursery ideas with Mirae. You were sitting up against the headboard drinking your tea as Jimin holds up a lavender colored tile.

“Purple? Do you like that baby?” You nod. “It’s pretty.” 

Jimin smiles widely before nodding. “Me too. I like it. Let’s paint the baby’s room that color,” he tells Mirae as he sips his coffee. A knock comes at the door, and Yoongi opens it with a cigarette in his mouth.

“Uh-uh. Get out of my bedroom with that smoke.” Jimin tells him, shooing him away with his hand. Yoongi raises an eyebrow.

“Why?” He asks, pulling from his cigarette. Jimin pulls out his gun before cocking it.

“Put it out. Now.” Mirae watches on with a small smile before looking over at you. You roll your eyes, making her chuckle as Yoongi stamps out his cigarette on the floor.

“Why?” Yoongi repeats himself as he leans against the doorframe.

“You’ll find out at the meeting.” Jimin looks at his Rolex watch. “In two hours.” Yoongi hums as Jimin hands Mirae the swatch of color. He looks over at you and you shrug, smiling.

“Okay, then."  Jimin uncocks his gun before placing it on the table. "Think you can join us for the meeting, baby? You feeling up to it?” You gingerly sit up straighter and Jimin stiffens as you cringe before nodding. “Yeah. I’m good.”

“Good girl.” Jimin says with a smirk before leaning back in his armchair.

“I just wanted to let you know that Hyunah is coming over tomorrow.” Yoongi looks over at you and you hum. 

“For business? Or cock?” Jimin snorts, putting his head down as Yoongi smirks.

“Both, probably.” Mirae hides her smile behind the purple swatch of paint, making you chuckle. Yoongi closes the door behind him as Jimin picks up pieces of cloth.

“Which one for the drapes?” You snort before standing up slowly.

“Be careful!” Jimin chides standing up.

You hold your hand out as you walk towards the bathroom. “One. I’m pregnant, not broken. And two, if I can’t get up and do things myself I’m never going to get better.” Jimin folds his arms and scoffs as you walk past him.

“Mirae, why do women not listen?” She hums as you enter the bathroom.

“It’s in our blood.” Jimin smirks before sitting back down. “Our kid is going to be a menace in this house.” He mumbles, looking at the older maid.

“But, the baby will also bring love and joy,” Mirae cajoles. He hums in agreement as he points at the white silk drape sample. “That one.”

You enter the meeting room, sighing happily. It’s nice to be back to normal, sort of. You had been walking around just the third floor for a few days since Jimin had told you about your pregnancy, but it was nice to get back to business. Everyone files into the room apart from Namjoon, who is still with your sister in Busan. He calls every few days from a pay phone to let Jimin know the both of them are safe.

Jimin enters behind Jeongguk with a pillow and you roll your eyes as he puts it behind your back. “It’s not necessary,” you mumble to him as he sits down next to you.

“I decide what is necessary, Kitten. That’s necessary.” You look over at him as he rubs your thigh.

“Phones.” Jin says putting the metal box on the table. Phones get thrown in as per usual and for the first time you get to throw your new phone into the box.

“Look at that.” Yoongi teases you before pulling out a cigarette.

Jimin narrows his eyes at Yoongi. “Don’t you dare.” Yoongi scoffs, pulling his cigarette out of his mouth as Seokjin locks the metal box before throwing it out into the hallway and sealing the door shut.

“What is with you?!” 

“Guns.” Jimin pulls his gun out of his waistband.

“There is no smoking around my wife.” Jeongguk smiles into his lap as he puts his gun on the table before tying his hair into a ponytail.

“Why the fuck not?! Y/N do you have a problem with it?” You shake your head, shrugging.

“No. I don’t care.” Jimin pulls your face to look at him.

“You better fucking care.” You kiss his lips gently and he begins to simmer down before standing up.

“I have an agenda I would like to present to everyone before we start the meeting.”

Yoongi throws his cigarette on the table before sniffing and folding his arms.

“What’s up, Boss?” Hoseok asks, tilting his head confused.

“Baby.” Jimin holds out his hand and you stand up gingerly. You look over at Jimin and he nods once giving you the go ahead. You lift up your shirt making the guys raise their eyebrows.

“What?” Jin asks, confused.

“I’m pregnant.” Taehyung goes wide eyed, his mouth dropping open. Jeongguk claps happily, giving you a large bunny smile. “Congratulations!” Jin says happily as Yoongi begins to give his gummy smile. Jimin chuckles before kissing your temple.

“I can’t say I’m surprised, since you never left your room after the ball.” Taehyung says, making you laugh. “Can I feel it?” Jeongguk asks from next to you, you nod and he puts his hand on your stomach.

“Wow. There’s a kid in there.” He says, making Hoseok smack the back of his head.

“You’re an idiot.” Jimin laughs before helping you sit down.

“I won’t smoke around the kid,” Yoongi says before winking at you and putting his cigarette back in the box. Jimin rubs your stomach before nodding to Taehyung.

“Okay. Let’s get down to business.” Taehyung clears his throat before turning on the t.v. “Four still isn’t explaining what the Jungs want besides ‘our demise’.” He makes air quotes as you narrow your eyes at the screen. You hum in agreement.

“She sure looks comfortable.” You say before banging your fist to the wall opposite you. You know she couldn’t hear you through the thick steel, but it made you feel better. She was bleeding from her lip, but that was about it.

“Have you done anything to her in the past two months? She looks just fine,” you say, confused as you cross your arms.

“Easy, Kitten.” Jimin mumbles as Taehyung licks his lips. His thumb rubs circles into your stomach as you stare at Taehyung.

“We’ve been waiting for you,” he says before smiling. You snort before looking up at the t.v.

“Good. We’ll have some fun in a few days then.” You say crossing your legs.

“Next order of business, Kim Shin." You sit up straighter. "We’ve been having the lions steal his shipments when they can, bringing his guns to our Ilsan warehouse. He’s getting antsy knowing he’s losing money. We just have to find an opportunity where we can take him.” You tap your fingernails on the table as you stare at the screen.

“I’ll talk to Hyunah, see if she’s willing to make a deal with him and maybe we can take him there.” You say, making Jeongguk nod.

“That sounds like a good idea.” Jimin smiles at you, happy to have you back. He’s missed his brazen little Kitten around his work.

“We also have the unfortunate duty of disposing of Min’s body after he was shot dead by the local police. Who have given us their sympathies as well as a free pass for our next gun run.” You frown as Hoseok explains this, Min was weird but he was a lion nonetheless.

“Shame.” You whisper, sitting back in your chair. Yoongi nods in agreement.

“What did Detective Kyul say?” The infamous detective you’ve been hearing about, one of the detectives that runs this part of Korea who is on the payroll.

“He has executed the man who got one of us killed.” Jimin nods before sighing. “I’ll accept that.” Hoseok nods in agreement with Jimin.

“Ah, yes. And, this.” Jeongguk says before grabbing the t.v. remote and flicking to the next screen, which shows a dead girl with her eyes gouged out of her head. You choke on your spit before closing your eyes.

“Listen, guys. I have morning sickness and a weak stomach, okay? Fucking warn me.” You mutter as Jimin rubs your belly.

“One of the Bangs did it. Her family is asking for redemption.” Jimin nods.“We’ll give it.” He says simply before gesturing to shut off the t.v. for your sake.

“Do you want water?” Jimin asks quietly in your ear. You shake your head before peeking one eye open. You sit up straighter as Jimin throws a folder on to the table. Yoongi sits forward before opening the folder and scattering the pictures of girls on the table. “These women now work under Y/N. If you see them, you would do well to protect them.”

Jeongguk grabs a picture before smiling. “How much is a night?” You shove his shoulder with a laugh as he wrinkles his nose at you.

“A night is one million.” Taehyung looks up quickly. “Seriously?” Jimin hums in agreement. 

“They can do whatever your little heart could dream of.” You tell him as Yoongi tilts his head at a picture.

“Do we get a family discount?” he mumbles, making you laugh. Jimin chuckles before nodding.

“I think we can make an arrangement. They throw it back like nothing you’ve ever seen.” You pinch his nipple, making him groan as you point your finger at him.

“Easy, pretty kitty. You know you’re the only woman for me. Let me clarify, I have SEEN them throw it back.” The guys chuckle as Jimin kisses your cheek.

“They’ve all been hand selected for their beauty, their charms and well, their skills in sexual prowess,” you say as Jimin’s fingers dance over your stomach.

“Can they speak other languages?” Jin asks, sitting forward.

“Five of the twenty can, yes. They can do whatever you want them to. If the price is right.” Jin hums before nodding.

“Seems like a good little gig you got yourself, Y/N.”

“So it would seem,” you say as a wave of nausea begins to build in you, your stomach rolling as you put your hand to your forehead. Jimin looks up at you before furrowing his eyebrows as he watches your hairline begin to sweat. “Meeting adjourned.” He says before standing up and grabbing his gun off of the table, then helping you stand. “Let’s go get you some water. Hmm?” He walks past the guys chairs as he pulls you with him.

“Can you believe it? Jimin, a dad.” Hoseok smiles happily as he gathers the photos of the women into a pile. “It’ll be good for them. For him. To have a child of his own. He’ll be able to feel more love in his heart.” Jin says making the other guys hum in agreement.

“Feels like just yesterday he tried to end his own life, and today he’s bringing new life into this world.” Yoongi says, pulling out a cigarette. Jeongguk looks over at Yoongi before narrowing his eyes.

“Stop just casually mentioning that shit. You weren’t the one who found him.” Jeongguk shoves back his chair before storming out. 

Jimin rolls over on the bed feeling for you, his hand hitting cold sheets, rousing him from his sleep.

“Kitten?” He looks up as silence encumbers the room. He cards his fingers through his bed head before jumping up. “Baby?!” He notices the door is cracked open and he jogs over to the door before peeking out into the hallway. Your hand rests on your stomach as you stare at the chamber.

“Babe. What’re you doing up? It’s late.” You look over at Jimin before giving him a tired smile.

“I couldn’t sleep.” He sighs before stepping out into the hallway.

“You should have woken me up.” His feet pad over to you before kissing your forehead. He takes in your expression, how your jaw is taught as you stare with narrowed eyes.

“I was pregnant when I got cut, wasn’t I?” you ask.

“I don’t know, baby. Maybe.” He puts his hand over yours as it rests on your stomach.

“What’s the code to the room?”

Jimin sighs before kissing your temple. “Come back to bed.”

“She could have killed your baby. What’s the code?” Jimin buries his face into your hair. Four would not live to see tomorrow if he tells you. He’s noticed how comfortable you are getting with the idea of his child within you. The lion in you coming out, you would protect your child with everything you have.

“It’s our baby. Our. I’ll tell you in the morning. Just come back to bed with me.” You look up at Jimin as he rubs your arm. “Come. I promise I’ll tell you the code tomorrow.” You roll your eyes before walking past him towards your bedroom.

“I’m going to take that as your pregnancy hormones acting up so I don’t get angry,” he calls to you as he follows behind you.

“She could have killed OUR baby.” Jimin presses his lips into a thin line as you sit on the bed.

“She will pay for what she’s done. But, it’s--” Jimin looks at the digital clock on the bedside table, “--it’s three o'clock in the morning. You need to rest. Your back, the baby. You need to sleep, Kitten.” He pours a glass of water before taking a gulp. “Water?” He asks with a small smile.

You nod to him and he hands you the glass before laying on the bed. “Just sleep with me, and tomorrow you will get the code.” You hum to him before drinking your water and placing it on the bedside table.

“Carefully.” He whispers as you lay on your back. Jimin bends over kissing your stomach before throwing the covers over the both of you. “I love you, Kitten.” “I love you, too."

[anyoneseenadam]

Home: Chapter Five

azriel x reader (acotar)

summary: (y/n) is a daughter of Persephone, still recovering from the trauma of her fall into Tartarus and doesn’t have time for a stupid, handsome, annoying, stunning, injured man. But now they’re stuck together in the middle of nowhere and there only chance of getting home is if she can heal him, and fast.

warnings: big spoilers for mark of Athena and house of Hades, also some for the acotar series, eventual smut, blood, PTSD, graphic descriptions of violence, injuries and torture, enemies to lovers so az is a bit of a dick to start, swearing, THIS PART HAS THE SEXC TIMES YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

word count: 4k

a/n: this is pretty much just fluff so pls enjoy :) also please comment you have no idea how much it means to me I cry when I get them lol :) also I have a playlist for this one so go listen if you would like!

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When you woke Azriel had somehow wrapped his entirety around your frame, including his wings, tucking you tight against his chest. You pulled back slightly, moving your legs, trying to regain feeling in your muscles only to be greeted with a grunt and being pulled even tighter against his chest.

“Good morning to you too,” You giggled reaching up and pecking his jaw, smiling when he tilted his head to look down at you. He had a frown on his face but a playful look in his eyes none the less.

“Morning,” The deep tones of his voice vibrated through his chest and you bit your lip at him as he chuckled at your reaction. You lay your head back down on his chest listening to the soft patter of the rain on the roof, the storm had hugely calmed down however it was still raining lightly outside. Azriel’s hand moved to your back and you tensed as his hand moved over your scars, tracing pictures, and admiring them as if they were a piece of art. You lay in silence for minutes or hours, losing track of time as his scarred hands and your scarred back became one, soft murmurs keeping you barely awake as you spoke about nothing.

You eventually had to pull away when Azriel’s stomach was too loud to ignore. A shiver went through you as you sat up, not only losing the direct body heat but also the comforting press of his shadows as they had settled over you. The feeling of their embrace was an odd one; they were cold, and their darkness was everything you had grown to despise, yet they made you feel safe, indestructible. They felt like armour passed to you by the man you were falling for and gave you the feeling that as long as he was beside you, nothing would hurt you again.

Your eyes moved to where he was pulling on his trousers, the expanse of his back rippling with restrained strength and making your mouth turn dry. He turned when he felt your gaze on him and you were once again shocked by how pretty he was. You had admired handsome celebrities before, but he was different, he had an elegance you hadn’t seen before. Every movement was planned and smooth, no stumbles or mistakes as he moved, even when he was ill he still held that perfectly poised form, you presumed centuries of training did that to a man.

“Are you going to stare all day or are you going to get me some food woman?” he said, grinning cheekily when you smacked his shoulder.

“I will hurt you.” You scrunched your face at him, pulling your underwear on and rolling your eyes when you picked up your ruined bra.

“I promised you wouldn’t need it didn’t I?” He smirked, climbing over you, and pressing wet kisses into your neck. You smiled leaning into his attentions, bursting out laughing when you were once again interrupted by his stomach and he looked at you with pleading eyes.

“Ask nicely,” you nudged his cheek with your nose, and he rolled his eyes.

“Oh please my darling, please do me the honour of eating your food so I may have the pleasure of devouring you on a real bed.” You laughed and sat up again, pulling your shirt over your head.

“Better.”

--

You were sat on the small balcony you had fashioned, leaning against Azriel’s firm chest, his arms tight around your waist. The clouds had cleared away and the forest was filled with the smell of evaporating water, you had been pointing out and naming species of lizards you saw basking in the morning sun, trying to get their internal temperatures back to a temperature they could function at. Azriel listened patiently as you spoke animatedly about the Komodo dragon you had seen the first night, he was in awe of how excited you were talking about animals, smiling as you explained how reptiles had always fascinated you.

“We once had a quest in L.A and I made everyone stop for like twenty minutes cause I wanted to take pictures of this frog I saw.” You giggled craning your head back to see him shake his head at you.

“You’re insane.”

“And what about it?” You closed your eyes, leaning back against his shoulder, letting the sun sink into your skin and imagining you could feel the individual particles wake up with the newfound energy.

“How are you feeling anyway? Do you think you could get us home today?” You asked, pulling away to sit next to him cross legged, your head resting against his bare shoulder.

“Probably, I just need more food and I don’t actually know where your house is.”

“Do you need like coordinates or something cause I don’t have that.”

“No, more like the area, it would help if I had been there. I could probably get us to the alley in that tall city again.” You laughed at his phrase.

“Okay that’s fine we can get a cab.” You stood up and climbed down the ladder, moving to a fresh patch of earth.

“A cab?” he appeared besides you, making you yelp and press a hand to your chest.

“I hate you, and yes a cab, it’s a car.” You explained, passing him an apple.

“Car?”

“Gods, an automobile. A carriage that isn’t run by horse but instead machines.” He just made a sound of agreement and you giggled.

“Oh you’re going to love it, those big ol’ wings stuffed in a metal tin.”

“Please no,” he dropped his head on your shoulder, pressing a soft kiss there and you debated the question that had been stirring in your head all morning. You frowned and focused on the potatoes you were growing, trying to still the thoughts gnawing at your brain. Was this a one-time thing? Gods he’s going to go back to his world and forget about me. I mean he’s immortal. But we’re acting like a couple, is that what we are now?

Azriel sensed your panic as your eyes glazed over, the vacant expression a sign that you were too deep in your own thoughts. He quickly looked around for something red, ready to get rid of it at any cost, but couldn’t see a glimpse of red in the green that surrounded the two of you, so he instead tilted your head to look at him, your eyes wary.

“What’s wrong baby?” he asked, thumb stroking your cheekbone reassuringly.

“It’s nothing, I’m just being stupid,” you tried to laugh it off, but he persisted. “I just- where do we go from here?”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s just that, you’re immortal right? And I’m not. And you’ve probably got other girls lining up back in your other world and I,” He motioned for you to continue, eyes unbelievably soft.

“I don’t want to be alone again. I was alone when we met because I can’t socialise like I used to, but I’ve got so used to this, and I want- no I need you to be happy and I’m sure that’s home for you but. I don’t want you to go, I don’t want you to become a memory that I think of when I’m sad.” He didn’t know what to say, hadn’t even considered it really. After he realised you were mates all he could think of was a house that you would make a home, he imagined a cat and maybe chickens and you with a rounded belly and a toddler on your hip. He hadn’t thought of the reality, you were mortal, you wouldn’t have eternity with him, your body couldn’t bear Illyrian children and he would lose you before you had really even had time together.

His heart broke as you took shaky breaths, hidden in his chest, and he wrapped his wings around you. He was determined, he wasn’t going to let fate cruelly pull you away from him. The first women that had ever loved him in the same, deep, all consuming way he loved her.

“I don’t know yet, but we’ll figure it out okay. And in the meantime you could come with me?” You looked up at him with glassy eyes and smiled sadly.

“I think I’m falling for you.” You whispered into the crook of his neck and he smiled tightening his arms around you.

“I already have.”

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A few hours later you were standing looking up at your makeshift hut as Azriel readied to leave behind you. You watched as a finch flew over and perched on the side of your hut, a small twig perched in its beak, bristling its feathers as it rested.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Azriel sidled up beside you, an arm wrapping securely around your waist. You turned into his embrace.

“My thoughts are much more expensive than that.” He laughed at your difficult answer and tilted his head down, pressing his forehead to yours.

You sighed, tilting your head back to the side. “I think I have to destroy it. Keep the natural world natural y’know.”

“I suppose you do.” He said, the same sadness in his eyes as he looked at the makeshift home you had created him. The one where you had coaxed him through countless sleepless nights as he was overcome with sickness. The house you had shared as he took you for the first-time last night, and then the countless other times that followed.

He frowned but watched in awe as one hand reached out towards the house, your other wrapped firmly around his neck as you grounded yourself. The walls starting to warp and flow back into their original pattern and even when you dropped your hand, a faint sheen of sweat coating your brow, the branches still moved slowly.

“Are you ready to go?” he asked softly, picking you up despite your protests, walking the two of you out of the glaring sunlight and into a shadowed area.

���As I’ll ever be,” you whispered, looking up at him with those impossible soft eyes. To think not so long ago he couldn’t read them, believing that they were emotionless and cold, only to now feel his chest grow tighter and the air escape his lungs every time he locked onto them.

As he looked over your campsite one last time, the small fire pit sitting next to a vegetable patch where you had slept. The river where he had seen your scars for the first time. The whole place was filled with countless memories and as he thought of them, holding onto you tightly, he heard your soft voice.

“I think I’m going to miss being the only person in the world with you.”

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You forgot how much you fucking hated shadow-travel. At least when he first did it you were hopped up on adrenaline and traumatic memories. This time however you were mentally present for the whole experience, feeling the sickness overcome you the way it did in the early days of autumn. There was a complete lack of life in the shadows, yet somehow the dark was still grasping at you. Azriel’s shadows had a different feel to them, however. Like the difference between a domesticated and wild dog, and you felt comfort as they protected you against the dark.

Thankfully, soon you were back in the light. The onslaught of noise making you flinch as cars honked and voices filled the air. You looked at Azriel to see he had a similar disgruntled face on as he gently placed you on your feet, steadying you when you wobbled.

You surveyed your surroundings, realising he had taken you to the exact alley you had met him, and you fought away the image of his weakening body on the ground, blood flowing out of him, when you saw the dark stain. You looked at him now, colour in his cheeks and the stern expression he had when you first saw him on. His eyes visibly softened when he saw you staring at him and he grasped your hand tightly.

“Come on,” he said, walking forward briskly, still not at all accustomed to the strange world he was in. it had seemed more familiar when it was just the two of you, but now as he watched you march ahead of him, a tight grip on his hand, head up and face impassive as you stared down anyone who so much as blinked at him the wrong way, his heart tightened again and he pulled you into the next alley he saw. You blinked at him confused but he just pressed his lips to yours in a deep, fierce kiss.

“What was that for?” you asked when he finally pulled away, breathless.

“You’re so hot when you’re scaring people.” He muttered and you giggled, repeating the sentiment, and standing on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his lips again. He smiled into the kiss, confused at how naturally it bloomed across his face and gathered you up in his arms, taking off with a strong boom.

You shrieked and he laughed, holding you tight as he swooped about, before starting a steady pace and looking down to where you were huddled in his arms, eyes clenched shut.

“Open your eyes baby, you need to give me directions.” He said into your hair and smiling as you hesitantly opened your eyes, swearing as you saw the sight of New York below you.

“It’s beautiful.” You muttered, completely sincere as the view took away any sarcastic comments you had bubbling. He grinned and did another loop as you laughed loudly, hair flying about your face. He finally stopped and nudged your head with his nose, you slowly lifted a shaking hand as you released it from the death grip you held him with a pointed in the direction of your home. He took of that way, with you sometimes muttering more specific direction until he landed you on the road in front of the gate that led to your cottage.

Your legs were shaking when he let you down, but you pulled him along the small path that led to your front door, whispering to the plant that kept your spare key and smiling when it passed it to you. You pushed open your door and Azriel followed inside, smiling when he was overcome by your scent. His gaze trailed over your house as he moved through the archway that kept the entrance from the rest of the house. The kitchen was simple, wooden with old fashioned dishes kept in glass cupboards and sage green accents, a worn-down table with mismatched chairs and a simple stove with a kettle and more sage green cupboards underneath. He looked then to the living area, there was a small fireplace and a few armchairs around, the whole house filled with natural light, plants and books in a language he didn’t recognise, but he also noted the string lights you had looping around the beams in your roof, interwoven with trailing ivy.

You wandered over to him, smiling as you tugged on his hand leading him upstairs into a small bathroom. He cringed as he caught sight of himself in the mirror above your sink, before laughing as he saw even more plants on the windowsill over-looking the road.

“Now I really like you Az but I’m afraid this relationship will be over quickly if you don’t shower right now,” you laughed at him as he frowned sniffing himself before grunting in agreement. You reached into the shower and turned the nozzles letting a stream of warming water run, then peeling of your old clothes. Once you were done you stepped under the water, groaning as it hit your aching muscles and Azriel joined soon after, his hands finding residency on your hips and pulling you in for a kiss. You reached around him when you pulled away and grabbed your shampoo, rubbing it between your hands before moving to massage it into his hair, laughing when his expression became that of a blissed-out cat. Practically purring under your touch.

You pulled away allowing him to rinse off as you did your own hair. Soon after the two of you were done cleaning up he pushed you against the wall of your shower, kissing you harshly and pressing the length of his body into you, smirking when you mewled and arched your back into his wandering hands. One of his hands groped your breast as his other travelled south, gentle fingers trailing between your legs and stroking your wet folds. He moved to press kisses against your neck when you gasped for breath as he pushed two long fingers into you, the texture of the rough scars adding to the euphoria you felt as you moaned into the steamy room. His thumb moved to rub softly against your clit as his fingers pumped in and out of you, your walls tightening around his fingers as you neared your orgasm. The pads of his fingers pressed into the spongy spot inside you that always made you see stars as he tugged on your nipple and rolled you clit under his thumb all at once making you fall over the edge with a silent cry.

He grinned as he pulled away from you neck, obsessed with way you fall apart from just his fingers. HIs hands usually only brought him shame and guilt but now were filling him with pride as you clenched around them. He pulled them out slowly, sucking your essence off them as you slumped back against the wall, spent. You reached a hand to his erection, but he pushed it away and turned the shower head off and stepping out of the shower, wrapping you in a fluffy towel.

“Later baby, you need some rest.”

You both slowly dried yourselves in silence and you groaned when you looked at your dull skin in the mirror and turned to Azriel biting your lip.

“What?” he laughed,

“Can we do facemasks later?” He looked at your hopeful smile and rolled his eyes, unable to say no to you.

“Later.” He muttered and you smiled before walking through to your bedroom, Azriel trailing like the lovesick puppy he was. He smiled at the sight of your room; it was so very you. The sun was glowing over the unmade bed that was covered in pillows and blankets and, upon further inspection, stuffed toys, making it look ethereal. There was even more bookshelves and a wardrobe and burnished mirror, your windowsill had soft cushions on it and a pile of stacked books next to it. And of course, plants. Everywhere. He walked further in as you fished out clean clothes and he frowned when you passed him a pair of boxers.

“Whose are these?” he asked, trying to keep his possessiveness tamed as he thought of another man living with his girl, his mate.

“Mine, they’re comfy.” You shrugged, pulling an oversized sweater on and bringing it to your nose, revelling in the clean smell. Azriel blushed bright red and quickly pulled them on, adjusting them as he watched you bend over to pull on another pair of boxers. You moved to sit in front of your mirror, fixing your hair as he ran his hand over the spine of the books, not recognising any titles, jumping when he heard music suddenly play and quickly searching for the source. He moved over to where you were looking through folders of disks.

“I lost my phone and I only have my dad’s old disks so it’s a lot of 50’s sorry,” you giggled as he stared in wonder, listening to the soft tunes. You turned to him and wrapped your arms around his neck, swaying softly to the music, your head on his chest.

There's a place where lovers go To cry their troubles away And they call it 'Lonesome Town' Where the broken hearts stay.

You can buy a dream or two To last you all through the years And the only price you pay Is a heart full of tears.

He smiled and held you softly, dancing with you as your breathing slowed, completely relaxed. Soon the song finished and a new one started but instead of continuing to dance you looked up at him with tired eyes and a soft smile and he tugged you over to your bed, laying you down gently. Your body sank into the impossibly soft mattress and he laid down next to you, your arm waving slightly as your trailing ivy tugged your thin curtains together. His shadows settled over the two of you and you grinned up at him, as sweet as spun sugar.

“I love you,” you whispered softly, voice shy.

“I love you.” He repeated, kissing your head gently as you burrowed deeply into his arms, the two of you falling asleep as soft music played through the room.

--

Azriel woke alone, golden light in his eyes as he noticed the lack of your weight pressed into his side. He panicked instantly, jumping out of bed, and racing down the stairs, only calming when he saw you in your kitchen signing quietly along to a song coming out of the radio on your table. His heart rate returned to normal as he moved wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing the side of your neck as he watched you flip pancakes.

“Pancakes?”

“I’m allowed to be a stereotype if I want to be, it’s my house.” He laughed and moved to where a pot of coffee sat on the table, preparing his cup. His friends always laughed at the feared shadow-singer when he put two sugars in, and he was struck with homesickness when he did it now. You turned off the stove and put the plate in front of him, pouring your own coffee and drinking it black with a longing sigh. He groaned as you laughed when he reached for the creamer.

“What was it you did for a living again?”

“Shut up.”

You giggled and took two pancakes, coating them in fruit and syrup as he followed suit. They both devoured the mountain in minutes, and he reached over, pulling you onto his lap, your kisses sticky and sweet with sugar coated tongues. He took you again right on the table, before carrying you back to your room to take you there too, addicted to the soft sounds that fell from your lips.

When you finally pulled away from each other, some hours later you reached for your laptop. “I believe I promised you movies and Tony Stark,” you said, fingers moving across your keyboard as Azriel watched over your shoulder as the screen changed before his eyes. You found the first Iron Man movie and started it as Azriel stared at the screen, blown away.

“So this is your technology?” he asked, eyes filled with childlike joy as the movie began.

“Yup, and this film had technology we don’t have in its universe.”

“Cauldron.”

“Plus I figured I should introduce you to the loves of my life that are the marvel men,” his grip on your waist tightened and you laughed, “they’re not real Az, I’m not going anywhere.” You pressed a kiss to his lips and leaned back. You brain finally at peace as you laid back in the arms of the man you loved.

You tensed when the suit first appeared, the red colour of it making you clench your hands into fists and Azriel was quick to reassure you, moving to turn the film off, but you stopped him.

“This is my comfort film, and if I don’t start somewhere I’ll not make any progress. Just- can you hold me please,” you asked him, and he kissed your temple.

“Always, my love.”

You finished the movie together and moved to watch the next, hours passing as you found yourself completely consumed by the man by your side, ignoring the pressing concerns for now and instead focusing on his steady heartbeat. Content to stay in his arms forever.

[ardent-musings]

Naughty and Nice

Murphy McNully Smut

 Warning: NSFW +18, also everything in this is consensual! Just want to clarify :)

December – 1993

Eighteen months. Eighteen months was far too long for you to be away from Murphy. When you two decided on parting for that amount of time, you knew it was going to be hard. But never could you imagine how you would miss simply sharing space with him, hearing his cheery voice talk statistics and strategy as you sipped your coffee in the morning. You craved him in your life. A life without Murphy was dull and lifeless and as you stared at the sleepy man beside you, the idea of being without him again seemed like torture. Everything about him filled any vacancies that remained in your life’s puzzle.

You’ve been in this position before, sleeping side by side on a plush couch, your head was resting on his firm chest, thanking how all the years of rolling himself around made him so strong. It had been so long since you got the chance to hold his muscled body against your own, he emanated a warmth that countered the piles of snow that laid just outside the windows. His easy and even breaths allowed you to fall asleep with him.

After hours of laying together, you awoke to find him nuzzled into you, all blissfully unaware of how much you loved his gentle sighs as he slept. Your wonderful chatterbox of a boyfriend was silent and yet he still took your breath away. His blonde hair was tussled from you running your hands through it mindlessly, it was far too beautiful to not gently play with as he slept. The roaring fire that blazed beside you bounced a luminous glow off his cheeks, making him look all sweet and innocent; it was the exact opposite of the man that regularly ravaged you until you were speechless. But you weren’t complaining.

Your plan was to allow him to rest for as long as he needed, you almost succumbed to continuing your own nap, but before you closed your eyes a whisper of your name woke you up fully. Within the dark room, Murphy was breathing a bit heavier, his face scrunched as he let out your name in throaty groans. It confused you for a second until you felt his hips slowly rubbing up against the side of your body, they were moving on their own accord. The heat that rose to your face matched the copper tones of your hair, suddenly the chilly winter day became sweltering hot at the realization that Murphy was moaning at the thought of you as he slept.

Every word Murphy spoke was able to send shockwaves through you on a typical day; however, the absolute sweetest sound was how your boy was yearning for your touch even if he was unconscious. His groans were desperate and he held onto you tighter, the pounding of your heart threatened to rip open your chest. This moment which was once so soft turned incredibly naughty in a second, and you couldn’t help but think about what it would be like to help your boy relieve his tension.

You’ve discussed this sort of thing before in casually sordid conversations over tea and coffee, and now was the perfect opportunity to put into action a plan that would make Murphy feel good. Before he could grip on to you any tighter, you snaked your body away from his side, the sleepy Murphy whined at the loss. Thankfully he was only dressed in a pair of loose fitting blue pajama pants and a thin tee shirt even though it was unbelievably cold out. He was sprawled out on the couch and you knelt between his open legs as you ran your hands up his taut thighs. God, you loved his body. It was perfect in every way regardless of what anyone had to say.

Murphy was stunning, his arms were now resting above his head exposing a sliver of stomach beneath his flimsy shirt. You practically growled as your hands trailed up to the waistband of his pants, pulling the drawstrings loose so you could wiggle the garment below his v-line. The plane of warm skin where his legs met his hips was begging to be scratched, so you dragged your nails teasingly, enjoying the way his hips bucked at the touch.

Soon enough, his boxers followed just the same, pulled down far enough to grasp his hard cock into your cold hands. It felt invigorating to be touching him like this, every tiny groan and thrust of his hips made you hotter and greedy for an even greater reaction. His whines grew more strangled as you stroked him a bit harder, but it wasn’t enough. Still kneeling between his legs, you bent forward, taking him into your mouth as you tentatively sucked just the tip of him, enjoying the way he moaned like a needy boy. You put all of your focus into taking care of him, your hand stroking what didn’t fit; nothing about this was rushed, you were worshipping him in the best way you knew how.

His noises were getting louder, which made you wetter by the second. Your attention was unwavering, until the feeling of your hair being fisted by Murphy’s grip made you release him with a pop, smiling cheekily as a string of saliva dribbled from your lips.

“Fuck, babe. What are you doing?” He grunted, his head dipping back and exposing his throat as you kitten licked his length. His eyes had hardly even opened yet, the exhaustion that led him to take a nap stuck with him still.

“I think it’s very clear what I’m doing,” you smirked and hollowed your cheeks, your warm mouth felt like heaven around him.

With Murphy still in a daze, all you wanted was to draw even prettier sounds from him, so you fucked with his mind as well as his body.

“Was this what you were dreaming about when you were moaning my name in your sleep, honey?” You joked as you sat up and ripped your shirt over your head, leaving you in a lacy pink bra that left little to the imagination. “Cause, I think this was exactly what you were thinking, bucking your cock into me like a needy boy.”

Murphy huffed at your words, they were condescending but painfully true; he thought of fucking your pretty face until you whined and cried on him. He loved the way you looked with your lips around him as your eyes teared up from the ache in your jaw. It was intoxicating, the blonde boy now grabbed you by the back of your neck, bringing you back down to his cock which you welcomed with a hum.

“Goddamn, babe. Fuck I love your mouth,” he groaned, his morning voice sounding more like a growl than anything else. It sent a wave of arousal down your tummy, this was a fun start to your stay together, you giggled before tasting him again.

Your mocking jokes and attempts at controlling him was abandoned by the way he rocked his hips against your face. Even though he was still working himself out of his nap, Murphy had a way of taking ownership of you without even trying. It was dirty and desperate which only fueled your need for him to cum for you. Hands and lips worked together in rhythmic strokes, leaving you positively dripping at the sight of his face contorting in pleasure. Murphy gasped swears under his breath as he gripped onto you tighter until he finished with a cry, his chest heaving while you cleaned off every drop he offered you.

“Pants off sweetheart,” Murphy mewled sleepily as soon as he was able to catch his breath. You followed orders, stretching out your sore legs and trying to regain balance. By habit, you went to remove your lace panties until he grabbed at the back of your thigh, forcing you closer to him. “Never said to take those off, did I?”

He grinned at you with a boyish smile, as he gripped your legs, propping your wet core above his hungry mouth, both of your legs settled beside his wide shoulders.

“Sit.”

Your eyes widened at his command, hesitating as you held onto the armrest behind Murphy’s head for stability. Looking down at his eager smirk and heavy lids was such a pretty sight and you whined at the thought of following his command.

When you didn’t react fast enough for him, Murphy hooked his arms around your legs, gripping your hips and pulling you down onto his face. His hands were unyielding, but you didn’t want to move once you felt his nose graze long the lace of your wet panties. He hooked one of his fingers around the flimsy excuse for clothing and stared into your glossy eyes as he licked the wetness from your inner thighs. The eye contact was wonderfully intense. Unable to handle the teasing you closed your eyes, until he slapped your thigh as a warning and suctioned his lips around your clit.

With a cry, you grabbed his golden hair between your fingers, holding onto it as you rocked your hips onto his smug face. Murphy always knew how to move his mouth in a way that had you begging. His moans and licking sounds were dirty, your boyfriend was fully putting on a show, and making sure you knew just how much he wanted you to fuck his face.

From his position, staring up at you, watching you grab onto your breasts as you humped his face was beautiful. Your blissed out expression and reddening chest was everything he wanted and more. This was another image he had saved to memory, one he thought of during your time apart when he needed to get off; the mere thought of having his girl on his mouth and whining from his touch was wicked. And now it was happening in the darkness of the room by the heat of the fire. But nothing compared to the heat that was between your quivering thighs as you started moaning above him.

Murphy’s attention and starved lapping at your clit was growing to be too much, your pulse was pounding in your throat and after a few more grinds against his wet chin, you came hard and without warning. But that wasn’t enough for the Murphy who only grabbed at your legs and forced them apart again as he dove back in nearly grunting and depriving himself of getting a full breath.

“Fuck, Murph, I can’t,” you whimpered despite your hips sinking further onto his mouth. Your own body was betraying you.

“I don’t think so, darling. You’re going to give me what I want, ‘cause I know if you wanted me to stop you would’ve safe worded,” he chuckled as his licked once at your clit. “But until then, I’m gonna play with what’s mine.”

And without missing a beat, your sensitive pussy was once again being devoured by your insatiable boyfriend. Your knees tried to close, but Murphy’s strong grip held you down, forcing your burning body as close to him as possible. One orgasm wasn’t enough for your boyfriend, so he continued to feast on you until you came again on his face.

By that time, your body was heaving and holding onto the armrest, just searching for anything to ground you as Murphy continued to kiss and lick you with fervor.

“Come on, sweetie, you can cum again. Be a good girl, stay down,” he was breathless and you couldn’t help but giggle at how wet his face was from his relentless ministrations on your tired cunt. But eighteen months was a long time to go without him, so against your better judgement you lowered yourself down again and awaited whatever he had planned.

With a quick twist, where you were once above him, Murphy now had you pinned against the couch in a sitting position as he finally pulled your panties down and throwing them to the floor. He was laying on his stomach, grinding into the couch as he pried your soft shaking legs open and ate you with raw desperation making you yell. You were sensitive from his pink lips already, but this angle allowed you to see how his back muscles flexed every time as he readjusted his upper body on his elbows. The waistband of his plaid pajama pants hung dangerously low down his back, the dimples at the base of his spine showed in the light that glowed from the fire. He was so powerful and confident in his movements, moving your legs to rest on his shoulders.

“Such a pretty pussy,” he mused as if he was talking to himself, his thumb circled your clit in admiration. “I could die doing this.”

“Murphy,” you whined without having anything else to say. All thoughts and words ceased to exist as he continued to toy with your heat with a single finger.

Tauntingly, he licked his finger and slowly dipped it in you, rubbing up in hooking motions, which made you yelp and pull away. A low chuckle rumbled in his chest as he continued to pump into you and lick at you yet again, the fire and previous multiple orgasms pulled from your body left you burning to the touch.

“It’s been too long, babe. Seeing you cum for me like that is just too good. Now, I want you take off your bra and play with your pretty tits, darling. Do it. I know you can.”

He added another finger to your wet slit, rubbing deeper than he ever had as he hummed against your clit. After releasing the clasp with trembling hands, you began to knead the flesh of your breasts, playing and flicking at your nipples. Murphy groaned in approval as he continued to pump his fingers into you, enjoying how you wiggled at the feeling of his lips against you.

In an almost innocent demeanor he removed his fingers from you, despite your whimpers at the loss of contact. He was only focusing his thumb on your clit, rubbing in firm little circles. Murphy brought his wet fingers up your chest, grazing them over your neck and tapping them against your lips. Without question, you opened your mouth and welcomed them into your mouth, sucking at your wetness and appreciating the taste. Murphy smiled in awe as you wrapped your pretty lips around him, like you did earlier on his cock. He craved that feeling again, but that would have to wait.

It was almost painful how much focus he had on your clit alone, but the continuous attention had you moaning around his fingers as he pushed them further into your whiny mouth.

“Wanna see you cum like this. I know you can, sweet little slut, you’ve been wanting this,” his brows furrowed as he concentrated on bringing you to yet another orgasm, and after a few more circles from his thumb, your back arched as you came with your hands in his hair.

You were going to move away but Murphy’s fingers pulled from your mouth and dipped back into your sensitive cunt, barely giving you a chance to come down. His fingers were pounding with a purpose as he kissed the inside of your knee.

“Murphy! Shit!” You back was contorted at a painful arch as your hips grinded against him, your upper body elevated by the armrest as you tried to find some distance from his mouth that was now back on your clit.

With a cry that echoed throughout the living room, you came again, your legs closing around the beautiful blonde boy that had just gotten you off for a fourth time. You felt like you were about to pass out, having to jump off the couch just to give yourself a break. This was the only moment you actually rejoiced in the fact that Murphy couldn’t stand up to chase after you.

You fell to the ground, your legs felt like jelly and they ached, you just couldn’t support your weight after the painful pleasure Murphy inflicted on you. The man in question sat up, wiping at his chin and collecting whatever wetness resided on his face and licking it off his fingers.

“God, I missed tasting you babe,” he hummed at your collapsed and trembling form at his feet.

“I can tell, dear god, Murph,” you moaned, the intensity of it all still sent shocks through your body.

“Well, we’re not done, hun.”

You looked up to see Murphy was sitting at the edge of the couch, his cock resting in his hand as the other extended behind him to hold him up. If you weren’t so tired, you would’ve taken him into your mouth again, but your mind was too fuzzy to react just yet.

Murphy could sense your exhaustion, so he got comfortable slowly stroking himself as he watched how your red hair draped on top of your collarbones, framing your heaving tits perfectly. You were gorgeous, all weak yet fully satisfied, and yet he wanted more. He simply could not get enough of you. Your mind, your attitude, your drive. Your undying love was like a drug made specifically for him and him only. No one looked at him the way you did, you looked at Murphy like he was the most perfect person in the world, and god, he thought the same of you.

And there you were, sitting at the base of his feet with elated and tired eyes, still fully entranced by the way his hand moved over himself. A smile pulled on your face and Murphy nearly came at your gorgeous expression, but that’s not how he wanted this to go. With his hand still on his cock, he brought the other to the back of your neck, crashing his lips against yours as he breathed you in. It was slow and gentle, the kiss making you drip again, despite how wrecked you were. But when he released your lips, his grey eyes bore into yours in a way that made you whimper.

“I love you so fucking much,” Murphy whispered with a frown, his jaw dropping as he continued to touch himself just inches from your wanting mouth. His forehead rested against your shoulder as he huffed labored breaths that tickled your neck. You began caressing his tensing thighs, enjoying the way the muscle contracted against your hand. “I can’t… fuck, sweetheart.”

He looked up at you with a worn out look, eyes stormy gray and misty as he held your gaze. Before he could cum again, he brought both hands to cradle your jaw in his large grasp, barely touching you as you lazily kissed his swollen lips. You could still taste yourself against him as your mouth molded to his, gasping into each other in search for air. Murphy was so lost in his need to just kiss you again, the time apart affected him so much that just having your lips on his was pure euphoria. He nearly whined against your mouth as you played with his hair, gently scratching at the nape of his neck.

When neither of you could breathe, you pulled apart but still close enough for Murphy to pepper soft kisses against your jaw. He hummed against your warm skin, inhaling the scent that drove him wild, kisses turned to nips; his stubble scratching against your throat, leaving it burning and red. This position was no longer serving his needs, so Murphy shuffled back against the couch until his back met the soft cushion.

His chest was heaving, clearly overwhelmed by everything he was feeling, and you couldn’t help but stare at him like a lion did their prey. Murphy’s head was resting back, elongating his body into one continuously sinful line all while his hips craned up looking for attention. He gulped at the sight of you inching off the floor and straddling his hips, bringing your lips down to bite at the spot where his shoulder met his neck. Your fingers fished through his hair, exposing his weak spot to you even more.

With greedy intentions, Murphy grabbed your thighs and pressed your hips down onto his own, his need to be close nearly consuming him.

“Come here, babe, let me feel you,” he instructed as he held your hips steady as you sunk down on to his hard cock.

Murphy let out a hiss as you started grinded against him, but you stopped once he gripped your hips hard.

“No…fuck. Stay still, love. I just want to feel you.”

And there you were wanting and whimpering, filled with your lover and gaining nothing but even more desperation from having to remain still. But once Murphy began circling your clit with his thumb again your head fell to his shoulder, shuddering at the tease. You wanted to wind your hips against him, but he forbade it, rather your boy just wanted to feel you tighten against him as he played with you.

“God you’re so pretty,” he groaned against your neck, “Can you cum just from me touching you like this, my girl?”

Before you had your chance to answer, your climax came again, rocking your body against his which made him grunt. You were squeezing him so perfectly, the feeling making him caress your cheek and place tiny kisses at the top of your chest as he gasped. But his thumb kept rolling your abused clit, rejoicing in the way you cried against him. Your tears were reminders of the time you spent apart, each one that fell from your blurry eyes filled him with burning desire. With still hips, your legs trembled, almost cramping as you hit your climax all messily on top of Murphy’s lap .

“There you go, good girl. My perfect girl, yeah?” His thick brow quirked as your stomach tightened, his cock buried in you was making you shutter from the glorious stretch. “Are you okay?”

It took all of your energy, but you nodded with a hazy smile, “What are you talking about? I’m still good for a few more rounds.”

You thought it was a joke, but the idea of you not being satisfied caused a fire to blaze within Murphy’s chest. That dumb little smartass mouth of yours was going to get you in trouble. With a cheeky wink, Murphy grabbed at your legs and began bouncing you up and down his hard cock, a scream erupting from your throat while he laughed. It was a mocking laugh, but it sounded too good as your hips collided with his own. His grip on your hips was almost painful, your tired and burning legs begged you to stop, but Murphy’s aggressive bucking left you no other option.

“Murphy… God, I can’t,” your sentence was lost as a low whine ripped from you.

“Oh no, you will, darling. It’s been too long since I’ve wrecked you the way you deserve. Sweet girl, you’ve never been more perfect. You’re going to cum for me. And then again. You’re going to cum for me as many times as I want because that’s what my girl deserves.”

His mouth took a slight detour as his lips wrapped around one of your nipples, sucking and tugging and the nub between his teeth. Your back arched into his hard chest, alleviating any space between your writhing bodies. His rutting into you hit a spot that made your head fall back, climaxing hard as he flicked your other nipple with his skillful tongue.

You had no idea how many times Murphy had made you come undone, anything that required much thought was just a vain and pointless endeavor. His cock was still slowly rocking into you, working you through your last high while building another one in its place. It was maddening, suffocating fucking, Murphy had never been so determined to see you fall apart so many times, but you couldn’t deny the wonderful ache that was building again in your core.

Mascara was running down your cheeks in pretty streaks, it was almost as pretty as your red swollen lips that dropped as Murphy brought your face close to his.

“There’s my girl,” he praised through gritted teeth. “So sweet. So fucking dirty. So incredibly mine.”

It was as if your hips were moving of their own accord, independent from the strain the rest of your body felt from your countless orgasms. Your mind was dizzy, clit terribly aching, and throat sore from screaming at the beautiful torture only Murphy knew how to inflict on you. Everything told you to stop, but you wanted to see Murphy cum again, his pretty moans were the only thing keeping you from collapsing entirely.

With renewed purpose, you gripped at his hair hard and yanked his head back in order to bite down on his pulse, bouncing hard on his cock.

“Fuck, doll! Goddamn, yes,” Murphy groaned as you sucked at his throat, stilling the air at the source, leaving your boy breathless.

Your whines were reckless, each sound loud and careless without a lick of embarrassment. This was Murphy’s favorite part of you; you were tired and fully fucked beyond comprehension, and yet you were still too stubborn to give up before you got what you wanted. And what you wanted was for Murphy to cry like you did.

“Come on, my love,” you breathed into his neck, tickling his ear before you bit down hard. Murphy yelped loudly, gripping your hips in a bruising manner, leaving crescent shapes where his nails dug into your supple skin. But you didn’t care. You needed him to cum for you. “Let go, baby. I know you want to. Be a good boy for me and cum.”

Your body alone was enough to drive any man crazy, but your words and gnashing teeth against his neck was what made your love cry out in ecstasy. His hips pounding into your weeping pussy, making you both cum at the same time, staring into each other’s eyes as you gripped his hair for stability. Murphy’s head fell to the back of the couch, gasping at the feeling of you pulsing around him like a second heartbeat.

But no feeling was better than the bubbling delight he felt as he watched your head rolling back, your breasts pressed against his bare, hard chest. Your arms and legs were shaking from the pleasure and pain of it all. Gorgeous red hair, scarlet lips, and crimson cheeks left him positively feral for you. And despite his better judgement, he brought his thumb to your clit one final time.

The tiny touch had you falling backwards, making Murphy pin you against the soft cushions. He was still inside you, leaving you feeling so full and warm, but his teasing thumb on your poor clit was overwhelming.

“Just one more, please,” Murphy begged. “I’ve missed this. I’ve missed you so bad, babe. Please just cum for me one last time.”

You were positively leaking from where he was still situated inside of you, it was filthy and yet you couldn’t deny him his final request. The fire that burned not only stayed at the apex of your thighs, but it spread up your chest and down your calves leaving you aching for relief. His thumb was growing more desperate, circling faster as you pulled at his blonde hair, mewling and crying from both pain and pleasure.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Cum for me. Cum for me love,” he groaned against your throat.

After a few more seconds of relentless stimulation to your sore clit, your hips bucked against his, shaking and panting as you fell apart for the last time that night. You couldn’t help but scream and sob as you rocked up against him. Every nerve ending in your body was up in flames, the fire from the blazing logs beside you in the pit hardly compared to the state Murphy left you in. The whole time you were thrashing heedlessly beneath his hard body and unable to control your movements, Murphy was cooing and praising you.

He understood he put you through so much, both physically and mentally, and all he wanted to do now was bask in your afterglow. Getting you off nine times was a wondrous feat but nothing was more beautiful than the way you looked after being devilishly worshipped by him. Murphy was brushing the sweaty hair that stuck to your forehead, he had to see your pretty face all hazy and thoroughly loved. His chest fell on yours once your breathing pounded in a steady beat. Appreciative kisses ghosted all over your temples, cheeks, the tip of your nose, and finally your lips. It was slow and gentle, but full of love and adoration.

You could hardly comprehend what had just happened, but none of that mattered. All that mattered was your gorgeous man was lying on top of your flushed chest, smiling with a shit eating grin at his fantastic performance. With whatever sanity remained, you grabbed a cashmere blanket that fell to the floor, wrapping it around your sore and sweaty bodies.

Whatever you did to deserve this man, you had no idea. But it had to be fate, or destiny. Something bigger than yourself had placed this man into your life. He was perfection in every way. And there was no one who would love him as dearly as you did. As Murphy grinned up at you with love filled eyes, you knew he felt the exact same way. With a final kiss, you settled onto the couch fully and held Murphy close to you for the first time in a year and a half. You had a lot to catch up on, but if this was any indicator of what was in store, you couldn’t wait to get started.

@kc-needs-coffee (Enjoy babe. I was excited to expand on one of your C&C chapters!)