#i love the smell of salty air and warm sun on my skin. and driving through the nearby mountains and fields

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Sunset Serenade: The Last of Summer

Pairing: SKZ Felix x Reader

Series: Sunset Serenade: The Last of Summer

Genre: Strangers to lovers, slight angst(!), smut (not in this chapter honestly), fluff, slow burn(!)

Synopsis: Running back to the last of the summer left with her, Y/N unexpectedly gets stumbled beneath the tranquil embrace of starry nights and soothing breeze, a story of unexpected encounters and emotions unfolds. Y/N's summer takes a captivating turn when she crosses paths with Felix. The vibrant lights and electric atmosphere become a backdrop for a connection that defies explanation. Amidst laughter and music, their bond grows, but new challenges and confessions test their emotions. As the waves whisper secrets, Y/N navigates a sea of feelings, unearthing a journey filled with surprises and self-discovery.

Mood board: #1

Word Count: 10k

Warning: Mention of a passed one, mention of alcohol, slight sexual tension (not much, just a little)

A/n: I was never fond of summer before this year. It's like refusing to try a new ice-cream flavor in fear of ruining the taste buds but finally trying and eventually falling in love with it. I hope reading this simple fanfic becomes one of the nice things to be remembered about summer for everyone. ^^

| Reminder: All the character's personalities and thoughts are raised from pure fiction, it is just a work of fiction. |

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Beneath the starlit waves

When we think of summer, our minds often drift to memories of refreshing shaved ice on the beach, or warm nights spent gathered around a crackling bonfire. And for those who are fortunate enough to have the right luxuries, perhaps sipping margaritas by the pool at noon.

There's something special about the season that just brings out the best in us - the warmth of the sun on our skin and the sound of waves crashing against the shore. It's no wonder that "they" say the beach is where you can truly experience the miracle of summer.

Even now, as the days grow shorter and the air turns cooler, it's hard not to feel a sense of nostalgia for those long summer days. Perhaps that's why so many of us go to great lengths to hold onto the season for just a little bit longer - like driving 163 kilometers straight from town to catch up with the last couple of weeks of summer, or simply sitting on a sandy bed, watching the sunset unfold before us.

As I sit here now, surrounded by couples who seem about to start making out any moment. I completely forgot about my summer with everything that's been going on lately, until my brother made me realize that I've lost touch with myself. The sand, breeze, and salty smell of the ocean leave me with doubts. Am I here to relive that summer miracle or to drown in grief because these things remind me the summer with mom?

The thoughts pushed me to stand up and take unnoticed steps toward the sea. It felt like I was invisible to the world, which was busy making out, spinning bottles, and shoving booze around. I was so lost in thoughts, moving slowly forward and feeling the warm water up to my knees, and then gradually up my thighs, making it feel like the denim was nowhere near my legs. Just when it was about to be all damped, a hand pulled me back, jolting me out of my thoughts.

“Mam! mam! watch out where you going!”

This guy snapped me out of my thoughts in an instant, and it dawned on me just how far I had strayed from my original spot—quite a distance, indeed.

“I’m… sorry for pulling you out of it but, the tides are high at the moment. You should stay at the shore. Are you alright?”

Have you ever seen a sunset in someone's eyes? I did, at that very moment, in those eyes. The reflection of the dozing sun under the sea behind me was mirrored in his gaze. I couldn't help but wonder what kind of dopamine rush was making me observe the intricate details of a stranger's face with such intensity, as if I were completely enthralled.

"Oh yeah... sure, I'll be at the shore," I replied, already stepping toward the land.

"Thank you. I had no intentions of interrupting you, but you know, duty calls. I have to keep you safe," he said with a shrug and a chuckle, following me out of the water.

His tank tee with the whistle clearly marked him as a lifeguard on duty. Of course, it was his job to ensure everyone's safety.

"No, no, it's fine. I was just lost in my thoughts; don't worry," I cleared my throat, my gaze fixated on the hues of orange and pink across the horizon.

"Are you hanging out with that group?" he inquired, pointing at a bunch of people enjoying drinks around a newly bonfire.

"No, I'm alone," I replied.

"Oh... enjoying a peaceful sunset by yourself?" he asked.

I glanced down at the sand sticking under my feet and simply nodded, “Yeah it’s the most serene time of a rushing summer day” I responded.

"It certainly is," he agreed, his gaze sweeping across the gently receding waves. "With the crowds thinning out this week, it's even more peaceful. Usually, kids are running around the water even at this hour, which can make my job a bit challenging," he chuckled, gesturing to the beach around us.

A sense of understanding washed over me as I appreciated the his dedication and responsibility. "I can imagine. Your job must require a lot of patience and watchfulness," I remarked, admiring his commitment to ensuring everyone's safety.

He nodded, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "You've got that right. But it's all worth it to keep everyone safe and happy at the beach," he replied.

"I'm Felix, by the way. You should know my name, so that you can call out for help whenever you're drowning in thoughts like that again," he said, his eyes meeting mine with a warm smile.

I couldn't help but chuckle at his playful remark, appreciating his friendly and caring demeanor. "Yeah, sure, and I'm Y/N," I replied, feeling a sense of ease and comfort in his presence. No wonder our chance encounter now evolved into a stroll together. Sun is no where to be found and the blanket of stars slowly started to fade in.

As our conversation continued, he brought up Coastal Hangover, a popular spot filled with beachgoers during the summer. "how come I never saw you at Coastal Hangover's this summer? It's always buzzing with people from around the beach," he inquired curiously.

“That’s because I was not here the whole summer, just arrived an hour before.”

Felix's reaction was both amusing and endearing. He gasped dramatically, adding a touch of theatrical flair to his response. "No way! We're at the end of the season, and you came just now! Well, I hope you're not leaving before the Sandcastles & Starlight Festival. You might give me a heart attack" he said, placing his hand dramatically on his chest with an exaggerated look of concern.

Laughter filled the air as we both enjoyed Felix's playful theatrics. "Don't worry, I will be there," I assured him with a grin. "My friend won't let me leave before I attend the festival. He said it's either me attending the fest or my lifeless body being dragged back to college," I added in a mock-serious tone.

Felix burst into laughter, the sound mingling with the soothing rhythm of the ocean waves. "Well, it's good to have friends who know how to keep you in line."

“Oh you don’t know Felix, it’s like real hell with him.”

My phone buzzed a notification from Minho, hell is typing.

MINHELL   

 *Food might wait for you but I won’t*

 *Be here before this chicken casserole gets cold or I’ll lick it off. You won’t even get a bite of it.*

“Speak of the devil” I chuckled as I read the notification from Minho. "Well, it looks like I've got a food thief to deal with," I said to Felix with a playful grin. "I better head back before he devours the whole dinner himself. Trust me, he means it when he says he'll eat it all!”

Felix laughed, understanding the predicament. "Don't worry, I'll make sure he leaves you at least a bite," he teased.

"I couldn't have asked for a better lifeguard," I replied. "You saved me from drowning back into my thoughts." a smile appeared on my face at an instant.

"As I said before, I have to keep you safe," he responded, both of us sharing a laugh at his cheesy statement.

As I turned to leave, Felix called my name, causing me to pause and turn back. Curiosity filled my eyes as I waited to hear what he had to say. "Um... if you've got time tomorrow, wanna swing by Coastal Hangover? I'll make sure the first few drinks are on the house. You know, employee benefits," he said with a charming grin.

"You work there too?" I asked, pleasantly surprised by the revelation.

"Yeah, actually my dad runs the place, and I'm supposed to be helping him on Fridays and Saturdays," he explained.

I gasped in amazement. "Oh my goodness! You owns the place? Coastal Hangover is such a classic around here and you just gave me a tempting offer."

He chuckled at my excitement. "Not me, my dad. But I'm there often, helping out and enjoying the atmosphere. So should I be expecting you tomorrow?"

The invitation felt like the perfect continuation of the evening's serendipitous events, and the flow of the moment felt so right that I couldn't resist.

"I would love to be there."

The sight of Minho almost dipping his tongue into the pot sent me into a frenzy. Without thinking, I swung open the backdoor to the kitchen and threw my scrunchie at his face. "No! Get your mouth away from it! I swear I'll kill you," I exclaimed.

Quickly, I grabbed a spoon from the kitchen counter and dunked it into the pot, scooping out enough food to fill my plate. I plopped down on the chair next to Minho, giving him a stern look as he smirked and continued to eat from his plate, clearly enjoying my moment of panic.

His visible mock and playful eyes angered me a little, but I knew Minho loved teasing me. "Just a few minutes late, and I would have cleaned that pot better than a dishwasher," he said with a devilish laugh, relishing in my reaction.

I rolled my eyes, trying to hide my smile as I playfully hit him on the arm. "You know what, you can be such a pain in ass sometimes," I said, pretending to be annoyed, but deep down, I cherished these moments of banter with him.

I couldn't help but burst into laughter at Minho's outrageous response. "Yeah, that pain which occurs when you try holding back poop," he blurted out effortlessly, clearly amused by his own remark.

"Ughh gross! Minho, I'm eating. Keep your shit jokes outside the kitchen, please!" I said, trying to contain my laughter while also pretending to be exasperated with his sense of humor.

Minho's demonic laugh filled the room, and I couldn't help but shake my head at his antics. Sometimes, he really knew how to push my buttons, but at the same time, his playful banter was part of what made our friendship so special.

"Sometimes, I wonder how you come up with these brainy things," I teased, shaking my head in mock disapproval.

"It's a gift," he replied raising his hands up as if he can communicate with gods, still chuckling at his own joke.

I rolled my eyes, unable to hide my smile. "You're impossible, Minho," I said, finally giving in to the laughter that bubbled up inside me.

"But you love me," he said with a mischievous grin.

"Yeah, yeah, I do," I said, playfully nudging him. "You may be a pain in the ass sometimes, but you're my pain in the ass."

In that moment of shared laughter and joy, the room seemed to come alive with the echoes of our cackling and laughter, as if it had never been abandoned for five years. The walls held onto the memories of our giggles, as if these moments had always belonged to this kitchen. The scent of rosemary and lemons filled the air, just like it used to when Mom was still with us, living in these moments.

As we reminisced and created new memories, I couldn't help but feel a profound sense of nostalgia. It was as if time had folded back on itself, bringing back the warmth and happiness of those summers we used to have. The room, once filled with silence and emptiness, now resonated with the familiar sounds of laughter and camaraderie.

I glanced around, half-expecting to see Mom bustling around the kitchen, her infectious laughter mingling with ours. It was a bittersweet feeling, knowing that she was no longer physically with us, but she lived on in the memories we held dear.

Minho, sensing the shift in my emotions, reached out and placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. "She's here with us, you know," he said softly, his eyes filled with understanding.

I nodded, a tear escaping from the corner of my eye. "I know. It just feels like she's so close, yet so far away."

"She lives in our hearts and you’ll definitely gonna feel that, we’re in her territory ," he reassured me.

And he was right. In the laughter and banter, in the warmth of friendship and the beauty of the present moment, Mom's presence was palpable. The love she had poured into this house had become an eternal thread, weaving through the tapestry of our memories.

I checked on the pantry making a list of requirements while Minho cleaned up the dishes.

I have to stay focused and not bring back the tears again. This house should not experience any more of sorrow, mom would have never let a single moment passed without bliss and I won’t leave any sorrows till the end.

___

As I continued to jot down the items on the shopping list, Minho broke the silence with one of his characteristic small talk questions. "How was the stroll to the beach?" he asked.

"Nostalgic," I replied with a smile, recalling the beautiful encounter with Felix and the rush of memories that flooded back to me during our conversation, while scribble a pack of oreo in the list. “By the way, do you remember Coastal Hangover? You and Missy met there for the first time”

"And broke up once the vacations were over, don't remind me of that," he responded with a slight grimace. "But what about it?" he added

“Nothing, I just felt like heading over there tomorrow, what do you thing?” I added spaghetti x2 in the list.

“No way we’re missing Wooyoung’s party for the place I got dumped once.”

“Then, can I go by myself? It’s not like you’re capable of dragging my ass to the party any way”

I retorted, half-teasing and half-serious.

"Nah-uh, I'm not letting you stay alone. Your brother's gonna kill me if I leave you by yourself," Minho insisted, his protective side coming to the forefront.

“Minho trust me, I’ll be fine. You know, you and Chan got to visit here more than me, you two know almost everyone through these parties but for me, this place is becoming more and more distant, I just want to feel belongingness here in my own way too”

Minho looked at me, his expression softening as he understood the sincerity in my words. "I get it, Y/N," he said gently. "And you're right. Chan and I have been coming here for years, and we know a lot of people through these parties. But that doesn't mean you can't find your own sense of belonging here."

He paused for a moment, as if carefully choosing his words. "You're a part of this group, too, and we want you to feel like you belong here. It's just that, I worry about you being alone in a place where you have some memories that may not be the happiest or maybe too happiest to bring them back like they used to be."

“C’mon don’t look down on me, you know that I learned to embrace all my memories, happiest or saddest, doesn’t matter.”

I felt he smiled “I hope now you realized we’re not late here and still have our summer left with us. You were rambling about this the whole time on our way.”

I nodded, “You’re right we still have it”

As we stood together, our conversation took a more heartfelt turn. "I hope I'll be able to keep the essence of this house till the summer is over," I said, my voice soft with sincerity.

Minho turned to face me, his eyes filled with unwavering support “Out of all the people I think you’re the one who can keep the essence of this place just like it has always been and you know I’m here for the help” as if this moment felt warm, it got ruined with him landing both his wet hands of dish washing soap on my shoulders. I could see the bliss of mock in his eyes.

“Ugh! Why am I putting up with you?!”

The vibrant lights of Coastal Hangover painted the evening sky in a mesmerizing display, captivating my senses and filling me with a heady mix of excitement and nervous anticipation. The pulsating music and infectious laughter emanated from afar, creating an electrifying atmosphere that beckoned me closer.

The air was alive with the scent of the ocean and the intoxicating blend of various drinks being concocted at the bar. People swayed and danced in harmony with the music, their laughter blending with the melody, creating a symphony of joy.

I am wearing a delicate crocheted top adorned with intricate patterns hugged my frame, paired with my favorite shorts, which accentuated my legs, it created a relaxed and casual look. I smiled as I recalled the little star necklace that adorned my neck. It was a thoughtful gift from Chan. I trailed my hand one last time through my hair before making my way through the sea of people, catching glimpses of familiar faces and strangers alike. The smell of ocean air mingled with the aroma of soft limoncello fragrance

And then I saw him.

Amidst the crowd, I spotted Felix behind the bar, he looked effortlessly charming in his tropical shirt, the vibrant patterns perfectly complementing his puffy blonde hair. The open shirt revealed just enough of his sun-kissed tone to leave anyone mesmerized, be a sight for sore eyes. His cackling laugh is audible mixing with R&B music, stimulating a smile on my face.

Till I saw him, I was excited to spend a night in this classic place but now for some reason my mind is telling me to turn around and run out of the place, I found myself struggling to tear my gaze away.

As our eyes locked, I couldn't help but feel a surge of electricity between us. Felix's smile was like a beacon of light, drawing me closer despite my initial instinct to step back. It was a grin that spoke volumes.

He waved over as I navigated through the crowd toward the table before a guy crashed his back on me, making me stumble a little. I composed my balance before any of us could have fallen and the guy turned around, spilling apologies. I locked eyes with the guy who had accidentally bumped into me, my heart skipped a beat. Someone I had known from the past, memories flooded my mind, taking me back to a time when Hyunjin used to visit our house for my mother’s personal piano lessons.

"Y/N?" he exclaimed, his eyes widening with surprise. "Is that really you?”

I knew I’ll bump into past once I left my house, but out of all people he was unexpected. This moment opened the envelope of the memories I never knew I had.

“Hyunjin, long time no see” I exclaimed.

He hesitated for a moment, “I didn’t expected you here at all, I remember Chan telling me you started college and I thought now you’ll never come back.”

“Well eventually I did visit less than before but I just thought to pass by this year.”

Hyunjin nodded, a hint of nostalgia in his eyes. "Coastal Hangover has a way of pulling people back, doesn't it?" he said with a soft chuckle.

I just replied with a nod, unable to suppress the memories that flooded back.

"So, how have you been?" Hyunjin asked, his eyes searching mine for any hint of what had transpired in the time we were apart.

"I've been good, busy with college and all," I replied, deliberately keeping my answer vague. There were so many things I wanted to tell him, so many experiences and emotions that I had been through, but it felt too overwhelming to dive into all of that right now.

Hyunjin seemed to sense my hesitation and didn't press further. Instead, he smiled warmly.

My eyes glanced over to where Felix stood behind the bar, chatting with other customers. A pang of guilt washed over me as I realized I got distracted from the reason I came here in the first place. Hyunjin happened to follow my gaze and chuckle after.

“You were going to get drinks, I guess” he exclaimed catching me off guard.

“Oh no, I mean yes, actually I was invited by him. You know Felix?”

“Everyone in this room knows him” his eyes followed up to the bar, “by the way feel free to get back on your way and you should try the Piña colada, it’s a special here.”

This distance felt miles to cover when I was finally sitting in front of Felix.

"Thanks for the recommendation. I'll definitely give it a try," I replied, hinting my depart.

___

"You finally made it my lady!" Felix's cheerful voice brought me back to the present, and I forced a smile in response.

"Yeah, I couldn't resist the allure of this place, lord Felix" I replied, hoping my voice didn't betray the fluttering feeling in my chest.

He giggled at my reply.

“Now, what can I get for you?” he asked flipping a cocktail spoon between his fingers. That long spoon flipping between his small cylindrical fingers left me an unexpected gulp. I’m amazed by this man being capable of luring my eyes on his every detail.

“A Piña colada, please” I answered.

Felix's playful giggle only added to the charm that surrounded him. He seemed to have an effortless way of making everything feel lighter and more enjoyable.

"Piña colada coming right up," he said with a wink, his fingers gracefully moving as he prepared the drink. I couldn't tear my eyes away as he skillfully combined the ingredients with an elegance.

As he handed me the perfectly mixed Piña colada, I thanked him with a grateful smile. Taking a sip, the sweet and tropical flavors on my taste buds instantly transported me to a paradise. I realized that it’s his specialty because it’s just like him, blonde and sprightly.

"Is it to your liking?" Felix asked, his eyes locked on mine.

"It's amazing," just like you.

A soft blush crept up my cheeks as I caught myself thinking that, but luckily, I managed to keep my thoughts to myself. Felix's gaze intensified, and a faint smile played at the corners of his lips, as if he sensed there was more to my words.

"Well, I'm glad you like it," he said, his voice warm and genuine. "And you know, I have a way of making the perfect Piña colada for someone who appreciates them," he added playfully.

I smiled, feeling at ease in his company. "I believe you. You seem to have a talent for bringing a little bit of paradise into everything you do" I replied, unable to resist a playful remark of my own.

Felix's grin widened, and he gave a small bow in acknowledgment. "I must admit, I try my best to make every moment special, especially for someone as enchanting as you," he said, his compliment wrapping around me like a warm embrace.

The air around us seemed to shimmer and I found myself drawn to Felix in a way I couldn't fully explain. There was something magnetic about him, something that made me want to delve deeper into his world and get to know him beyond the lifeguard on duty.

“Let’s sit outside, what do you think? I don’t think we can chit chat clearly in here” he suggested and I nodded at it. He made me follow out from the back door of the bar so that I won’t get my drink spilled in that crowd.

“So, what else you like besides my Piña colada and this place?” he inquires, pulling a patio chair facing the sea for me. Once I was settled he sat on another chair besides me.

I couldn't help but smile at his question, delighted by his interest in getting to know me better. "Well," I began, "besides your amazing Piña coladas and this enchanting place, I love spending time by the ocean. The sound of waves crashing against the shore and the feel of the sand between my toes always brings me a sense of peace and serenity.”

“I know” his eyes locked with mine again, his lips twitched into a smirk “Anyone can read that, it’s all over you”

The rush of warmth that spread through my chest was undeniable, and it took every ounce of self-control not to show how flustered I was. This feeling was familiar, yet unlike anything I had experienced before. It was as if the past encounters that had made my heart race paled in comparison to the intensity of this moment.

The unexpected pause made us look through each other’s eyes. Ocean breeze gently brushed against my skin, the distant sound of music and laughter from inside the bar now a soothing backdrop to our conversation. The view of the sea was breathtaking, the moon casting a silver glow on the rippling waves. No reality has ever been this entrancing.

"And what about the stars?" Felix asked, gesturing towards the night sky above us. "Do you love stargazing too?"

A soft smile touched my lips as I gazed up at the glittering canopy of stars. "Absolutely," I said. "There's nothing quite like lying under a blanket of stars and feeling the vastness of the universe. It makes me realize how small we are in the grand scheme of things, yet how connected we are to everything around us." I faced back to him only to find his gaze fixated on my expressions.

"What are you doing?" I couldn't help but ask, my curiosity mixed with a touch of pink hue that colored my cheeks.

Felix's gaze remained fixed on my face, his eyes holding a depth that seemed to go beyond mere words. "Star gazing," he replied softly, his voice carrying a sense of wonder as if he had discovered something extraordinary in that simple act. As the seconds ticked by, the intensity of his gaze seemed to draw me in, making it hard to look away. The atmosphere around us shifted, leaving both of us momentarily suspended in time, lost in the weight of the emotions swirling between us.

We were interrupted by a high pitch voice from behind us.

“Felix! How could you? How could you cheat on me like this?” I turned back and saw a much taller girl than me having beautiful tangerine curls with her hands on her waist.

I processed her words before I almost stood up from my chair out of this awkward situation, ready to explain. But Felix groaned turning around.

“Stop Sana, she’s just a friend.” He rolled his eyes, “Y/N before she makes you feel in an awkward situation, I’ll clear it, she’s my older sister. You’re definitely not my partner in cheating.”

Relief washed over me as Felix clarified the situation, and I couldn't help but laugh nervously at the misunderstanding. "Oh, thank goodness," I said, trying to ease the tension.

Sana's expression softened as she giggled. "I'm so sorry," she said, "I just saw you two sitting together, and I jumped to conclusions." Now that I heard her giggling, I can tell she is definitely Felix’s sister.

"It's alright, no harm done," I replied, still feeling a little flustered from the unexpected encounter.

Felix gave his sister a nudge. "You need stop freaking every women around me, This is seriously the third time you did this.”

Sana huffed, but a smile tugged at the corner of her lips. "Ok I’m sorry. Well, I won't intrude on you any longer. Carry on, I just came to ask where is the crate of malibu but I think remember now where I left it " she said before walking away.

As she disappeared into the crowd, I turned back to Felix, my heart still racing from the unexpected interruption. "Your sister seems spirited," I said, trying to break the awkward silence that had settled between us.

"Oh, she's definitely spirited," Felix replied with a chuckle. "She can be a handful sometimes."

“I think I got an older brother with same personality as your sister” I smiled at the thought of Chan pulling almost a similar stunt like that.

“You have an older brother? I thought you were a single child or something because you know older siblings always keep an eye on younger ones, like Sana, she thinks she’s a detective. ”

I chuckled at his statement “He is keeping eyes on me through our friend. He tailed Minho on me.” I sighed while sipping the last few sips of my drink.

“Minho? Lee Minho, you mean?”

I watched him confusingly “You know him?”.

“By any chance, are you Chan’s sister?” he inquired, turning on my curiosity.

“Yeah, you know him too?”

He gasped at the coincidence played here “This town is small for sure, but I didn’t expected you to be Chan’s sister. You know it’s been so long that I didn’t see those guys,?” he seemed thrilled.

A surge of curiosity washed over me. "How do you know them?" I asked, eager to unravel this unexpected connection.

Felix leaned back in his chair, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Oh, they were quite the characters. We were close, but not really much. They always added their own unique flavor to the party scene. But then, you know how life happens. People move on, priorities shift, and our paths just haven't crossed as much in recent years. Also, I remember watching Minho getting dumped by a girl one day; that might be another reason he specifically stopped his visits."

I pursed my lips in a sympathetic expression, realizing that he had vivid memories of even the regular customers. He even remembered the incident with Minho and Missy.

“I never imagined,” he continued with a thoughtful tone, “I never imagined this place could hold bad memories for anyone. But life has its way of weaving unexpected events into our stories. I just wished it wasn't this place for him. He used to come here more than Chan.”

I nodded, realization hitting me. It was dawning on me that this place, which had once been a haven for Minho and held so many memories, had become tainted by negative emotions. It started to despise Minho, and in response, he stopped swinging by like he used to. The weight of that understanding settled on me, mingling with the sounds of the waves crashing nearby and the distant laughter from the bar. It was a bittersweet revelation, a reminder of how the places we hold dear can change along with the circumstances of our lives.

"It's strange how life works," I mused, a hint of melancholy in my voice. "The same places that used to hold happy memories can sometimes become tainted with other emotions."

Felix nodded in agreement. "Yeah, it's like the setting remains the same, but the feelings associated with it change over time. Sometimes, even the most familiar places can surprise us."

He cleared his throat, his simple way to change the mood “Anyway, are they both here with you?”

"Minho is here, as I mentioned before and Chan might show up before the month end" I replied.

“Wow, I’m amazed. How come we have mutual people around us from so long but meeting this year for the first time? Sounds like a perfectly orchestrated plot of a book.”

I smiled at his conclusion, “he's adorable," I thought to myself as the night wore on. It seemed like time had flown by, and I could have spent hours more with Felix, lost in his company. But as much as I wanted to stay, I knew it was getting late, and I had to get some rest.

"Well, I should probably head home," I said, trying to hide the hint of disappointment in my voice.

Felix nodded, understanding the practicality of the situation. "Yeah, it's getting late," he agreed. "But I had a great time tonight. Thank you for keeping me company."

"The pleasure was all mine," I replied with a smile. "I had an amazing time too."

As I stood up from the patio chair, Felix did the same. We walked back inside the bar, and I returned the empty glass to the bar counter. Felix leaned against it, his smile still lighting up the room.

"Maybe we can do this again sometime?" he suggested, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. “I’ll be graced to do this again, lord Felix”. His eyes softening at my adored side, forming our cackling laughter.

It felt as though we existed in our own world, isolated from the bustling crowd and the cacophony of music. In a heartbeat, his hand brushed against my cheek, a gentle touch that sent shivers down my spine. With the tenderness of his touch, he swept aside a tangle of my hair, his gaze locking onto mine with crystal clarity. A playful smirk danced upon his lips as he posed the question with swift curiosity,

"Y/N, what thoughts crossed your mind while I was lost in stargazing you?”

I settled onto the stairs of the porch, the cool evening breeze rustling through the leaves as I anticipated Hoshi's return with the slightly inebriated Minho. Earlier, Hoshi had given me a heads-up, mentioning that Minho was proving to be quite the challenge to handle. It seemed that Minho's adventurous spirit had led him down a merry path of revelry, and Hoshi was now grappling with the task of shepherding him back home. As I gazed out into the night, I couldn't help but chuckle at the thought of Hoshi's predicament. I had known Minho long enough to understand that when he was in high spirits, he could be a handful, I just wondered how come Hoshi forgot this.

As the minutes stretched into an hour of waiting, I found myself lost in a whirlwind of thoughts, replaying the mesmerizing evening I had spent with Felix. Each fleeting touch, every locked gaze that lingered for a heartbeat longer than necessary, and the shared laughter seemed to dance through my mind like a vivid dream. It was as if I had been infused with a rush of sugar, my senses tingling with the intoxicating sweetness of those moments. The evening felt like a delicate flute of champagne, each sip leaving me craving more as time ticked away. I savored every drop, not wanting a single moment to slip through my fingers. But even as I soaked in the memories, an inexplicable yearning tugged at my heart. It was as if the enchanting evening had awakened a hunger in me, a desire for something intangible yet profound. I couldn't quite put my finger on what exactly I longed for—was it his time, his words, the warmth of his smile, or even the mingling scents of fresh lime and the raw embrace of the sea breeze? Perhaps it was none of these individually, but rather the sum of their parts that left me yearning for more. It was a craving for something inconspicuous that ran deeper than the surface, a desire to explore the uncharted territories of emotions that had been stirred within me.

I was brought back to the present by the sight of a blue Benz pulling up in the driveway. A guy in a familiar beige leather jacket stepped out of the car and helped a visibly drunken Minho out of the passenger's seat. Minho leaned on him for support as they made their way closer. But as they approached, I realized something was off—it wasn't Hoshi.

“Hyunjin? What are you doing here?” I blurted out, surprise evident in my voice.

“No Y/N call him daddy!” Minho shouted before passing out on his shoulder.

Hyunjin started shaking his head making a sign of discomfort “He’s heavy Y/N, let’s just lay him down first.” he pleaded.

I understood the emergency, immediately pushing the front door open and guiding him to the couch in the living room. He plopped Minho on the couch and I removed his shoes, slowly pulling up a blanket on him. We both sighed as if we just tugged in a toddler to sleep.

I finally burst into laughter at Minho's drunken comment, shaking my head in amusement. "Oh Minho, you never fail to surprise, even in this state," I mused, giving Hyunjin an amused smile.

I can never understand what goes in Minho’s mind that he can blabber shit even when he’s drunk or sober, sometimes he seems crystal clear from the inside and out.

Hyunjin chuckled, looking both amused and exasperated at Minho's antics. "Yeah, he's a handful, that's for sure."

I looked up to Hyunjin “I thought Hoshi will be the one delivering this package” I pointed toward Minho.

“Yeah apparently Hoshi was the original delivery guy but his girlfriend threatened him to reach back home as soon as possible, so this package was tagged on” he replied with a mocking disappointing expression.

I chuckled at the unexpected twist. "Well, it seems like Hoshi's got his hands full with his girlfriend. I hope he survives her wrath."

Hyunjin nodded, a wry smile on his face. "Oh, he will. Hoshi has a way of sweet-talking himself out of situations. He's like a modern-day Casanova."

"That's quite the reputation," I said, shaking my head in amusement. "But hey, at least you stepped in to save the day. Minho owes you one."

Hyunjin grinned. "Oh, he owes me more than one. This won't be forgotten easily."

The night had crept in, the clock ticking past 2 am, as Hyunjin and I remained seated in the very spot where I had been waiting for Minho to arrive earlier. It was a strange feeling again, just like the time had folded back on itself, bringing us full circle. Our conversation flowed seamlessly, weaving between topics ranging from his career to the nostalgia of the summers he spent in this house learning to play the piano from my mother. It was a trip down memory lane, reminiscing about shared experiences and the passage of time.

All of sudden Minho blabbered in sleep and we let go the laugh we’ve been holding through this conversation.

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As the conversation continued, I found myself drawn into the familiarity and comfort that had always marked our interactions. We had started as friends, bonding over summers and laughter, and as the years went by, our connection had deepened. Until a time came when one of us fell for the other.

"How did you manage to make it to Wooyoung's party when we only met this evening at the club?" I asked, my curiosity piqued. He chuckled, a playful glint in his eyes. "You know, I tend to get my fair share of party invitations quite frequently. Just happened to juggle both events tonight," he shrugged as if it were a regular occurrence to be invited to multiple parties in a day.

I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at his response. "Seems like you're quite the party-goer, then." He grinned, his gaze meeting mine. "Well, I do enjoy a good party every now and then. Keeps life interesting, you know. Also, sometimes my band is asked to perform too” I found myself comparing him to Minho for a moment, thinking about how even Minho, who is very known for his social outings, had never faced the predicament of two clashing parties in a single day during summer.

"By the way, I thought you wouldn't come back here since you've never been for the last five years," Hyunjin asked, his tone shifting to a more serious note. His question caught me off guard, and for a moment, I found myself lost in thought. The night was quiet except for the gentle rustling of leaves in the wind. It was as if the weight of his question had settled over us, making our conversation take on a deeper and more contemplative tone. I had assumed that 2 am conversations were typically reserved for sensitive topics in digital chats, but here we were, delving into a meaningful exchange face to face.

I felt a lump forming in my throat as I grappled with how to respond. His question brought back memories that I had long buried, memories of a time when feelings were raw and emotions ran deep.

I looked into his eyes, searching for understanding, and then finally spoke up. "Hyunjin, it's not about you," I said, my voice steady but carrying a hint of vulnerability. "It's about... a lot of things. A lot happened in those years, and it wasn't just one reason that kept me away." His gaze remained locked on mine, and I could see a mixture of emotions in his eyes. Perhaps he still carried the weight of how he had confessed his feelings to me all those years ago, and how I seemed to have vanished in response.

"You disappeared without a trace," he said softly, his voice tinged with a touch of hurt. I nodded, my gaze dropping for a moment before meeting his again. "I know, and I'm sorry for that. I didn't handle things well back then." We sat there in the midst of the night, the words hanging in the air between us. It was a conversation that had been long overdue, a conversation that required honesty and vulnerability.

Hyunjin sighed, his expression softening. "It's okay, don't feel sorry," he said, his voice gentle. "To be honest, I was too immature for that timing. I should have understood that those days were too precarious to be handled by you alone, and then I threw my feelings into the mix, only making things even more confusing.”

His words held a weight of understanding and self-awareness. I appreciated his honesty and his ability to reflect on the past, recognizing the complexities that had shaped our interactions.

Hyunjin's hand traced upon mine, his touch offering comfort. "No need to apologize," he said sincerely.

"Y/N, you might not know this, but I've been waiting to have this conversation for the past five years," he said, his gaze fixed on mine. The sincerity in his eyes was palpable. "I always imagined hugging you the moment I saw you again, but when I saw you at Coastal Hangover today, I couldn't do it. I was too shocked to process it at first, wondering if… it could be a dream.”

His words held a raw vulnerability, and I could feel the depth of his emotions.

“We both might have moved on from the past to here, at this moment and we both might be changed but my feelings had always been constant for you and it will always be the same.”

Till now I always thought that Hyunjin confessed to me five years ago so that he can pull some pain off my chest, and that thought back then made me stop having feelings for him, he wasn't the only immature. I didn't wanted him to tell me that he likes me so that I can be happy again, forgetting the sorrows of the funeral day.

But today, as we sat together in the quiet stillness of the night, the truth struck me like a bolt of lightning. Hyunjin's feelings for me had existed long before than that confession, long before I had even considered the possibility of falling for him. The realization hit me like a tidal wave – he had been in love with me long before I had even realized my own feelings for him.

The next morning found my self staring outside the window seated in the kitchen, nursing a cup of dark roasted coffee in an attempt to stave off the exhaustion that threatened to consume me. Sleep had eluded me, the events of the previous evening replaying in my mind like a persistent melody. It was astounding how two individuals could leave such a profound impact on me within the span of a single night.

Felix's words lingered in my thoughts, his observations about the emotions that danced across my face as he watched me stargaze. His directness, or rather his unspoken understanding, had caught me off guard. And then there was Hyunjin, bravely laying bare the sentiments he had harbored for years, as if he had been waiting for the perfect moment to unravel his emotions.

The tranquility that had enveloped me just the day before seemed to have been swept away by an unexpected tide. The little castle of calm I had built around myself was suddenly exposed, vulnerable to the crashing waves of emotions that now surged within me. The events of the previous evening had changed the course of my thoughts and feelings, and I knew that moving forward, I couldn't remain stagnant in the safety of my castle. The wave of change had arrived, and it was up to me to navigate its unpredictable currents.

My thoughts were interrupted by a yawn, and I turned to see Minho shuffling into the kitchen, scratching his head. Still clad in his clothes from the night before, he plopped down next to me and absently reached for my cup, taking a sip without much thought. The taste seemed to catch him off guard, and he made a comically disgusted expression, setting the cup back down as if it had betrayed him.

"Oh, what did I just drink? Is this an attempt at homemade poison or what?" Minho exclaimed, his face contorted in a mix of disgust and mock horror.

I chuckled at his dramatic reaction and took another sip from my cup, letting the warm liquid soothe my thoughts. As Minho continued to process the morning after the previous night's escapades, he suddenly groaned and smacked his head on the table. It was a typical Minho move, a clear sign of his frustration when something didn't quite go his way.

"I saw Missy last night," Minho began, and I had a feeling that his encounter with her had led to some interesting developments.

His statement barely registered with me, my mind still occupied with my own thoughts.

"She kissed me," he continued, his frustration evident as he pulled at his hair.

The words hit me like a sudden jolt, and I had to suppress the urge to spit out my coffee. Instead, I ended up choking on it, a fit of coughing overtaking me. Once I managed to regain my composure, I stared at Minho in disbelief, my expression a clear mirror of the "what?" that was on the tip of my tongue.

Minho's revelation immediately swept away all the thoughts that had been clouding my mind since morning.

"I don’t know how it happened," Minho continued, his frustration palpable in every word. "I wasn't even that drunk, but I vividly remember it. And... and she just kissed me after telling me how she missed me and all. I can't remember anything except this, Ughh!" he whined.

His words hung heavy in the air, and I watched as Minho paced back and forth, clearly agitated, as if the act of walking could somehow help him piece together the events of the previous night.

Sensing Minho's escalating emotions, I quickly moved to steady him. Gently, I guided him back into the chair and began to rub his arms in a soothing manner, hoping to help him regain his composure. He rested his head on his hands, clearly trying to collect himself and find some sense of calm amidst the confusion and frustration that had consumed him.

I offered him a reassuring smile, hoping to provide some comfort amidst his turmoil. "It's alright, Minho. Sometimes things like this happen out of the blue. Maybe it was just a momentary impulse on her part. You've come a long way from any feelings you had for her, so don't let this shake you too much.”

“Yeah I know, I just hope I don’t see her again. Ugh… It’s too much for attending just one party, it might been just better if I joined you instead of going that party” he exclaimed.

My response was a sympathetic pursing of my lips as I listened to his predicament.

Curiosity flickered across his face as he continued, "By the way, how did I manage to get home? I can vaguely remember Hoshi leaving the party early."

I thought back to the events of the previous night, the memories replayed in my mind before I answered him, "Hyunjin actually dropped you off last night."

As I shared this detail, I could see a mix of emotions crossing his face – surprise, confusion, and perhaps a touch of realization as well. The shock mirrored the surprise I had experienced when I first learned about the kiss.

"Y/N, do you think we're like some sort of cosmic magnet for strange events? How is it that all these bizarre things keep happening to us simultaneously?" he asked, a perplexed expression on his face.

"It wasn't exactly bizarre," I replied, feeling a bit unsure about sharing the details of that tumultuous night.

"What do you mean? Are you going to tell me what happened?" he inquired, his eyes wide with curiosity.

I recounted the entire conversation I had with Hyunjin the previous night. As I shared the details, I couldn't help but notice the shifting expressions on Minho's face.

"He's still in love with you?" he asked, his tone laced with suspicion.

I marveled at how his mind seemed to process my words, eventually leading to that question, especially after his attentive silence throughout my narration.

I responded with a simple nod, feeling the weight of the recent events settling upon us both. The exhaustion of the previous night's revelations and the morning's unexpected surprises had left us in a state of subdued silence.

Breaking the quietude, Minho let out a sigh before posing a question, his gaze fixed on my coffee cup. "Did you feel anything about him last night?" he inquired.

"No," I answered succinctly, struggling to put into words the complex mix of emotions I had experienced. It wasn't just a lack of feeling; it was a tangle of guilt, regrets from my teenage years, and the weight of someone's unspoken emotions that I had carried unknowingly.

"Alright then, let's just leave last night behind us. It's in the past now. Let's imagine ourselves as fresh, glistening mangos after a refreshing rain shower. We have a new day ahead of us!" Minho exclaimed as he stood up from his chair.

It was ironic to hear him use that metaphor, considering his disheveled appearance and the lingering scent of alcohol, while I sat there sipping my black coffee, attempting to shake off the weariness and fatigue.

"Let's go for surfing? What do you think?" Minho exclaimed, instantly shifting the atmosphere in the room.

Minho had a knack for combating negativity by throwing himself into various activities. He had an adventurous spirit, always eager to try new things, even though his swimming skills were rather lacking. Whether it was surfing or a game of volleyball, he'd dive in without hesitation.

I got up, pushing myself to set the cup aside and clean it. "Just a reminder, you don't know how to swim," I cautioned, raising an eyebrow.

He waved off my concern with a grin. "Oh, come on! You're there to save me, honey. You're my lifeguard," he said with his usual playfulness.

As he spoke, my mind drifted back to my initial encounter with Felix. His words lingered in my thoughts: "I have to keep you safe."

My reverie was abruptly broken when Minho flung his leather jacket onto my face. I went from being lost in my thoughts to feeling slightly disgusted by the scent of alcohol that clung to the jacket.

"Put that in the laundry for me," he laughed, clearly enjoying his perfect shot.

An unexpected surge of annoyance made me stretch my arm to toss the jacket back at him, but he darted out of the room too swiftly, narrowly avoiding my aim.

"Minho, I swear if you do this again, you'll be dead," I shouted after him, my voice laced with irritation.

The sun cast a warm and golden glow over the beach as Minho and I made our way to the shoreline, surfboards in tow. The rhythmic sound of the waves crashing against the shore created a soothing backdrop to the excitement bubbling within us. The salty breeze tousled our hair as we approached the water's edge.

His mocking laughter echoed in reply, a mix of exasperation and amusement filling the air.

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"Ready for this, Minho?" I grinned, my eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Minho shot me a confident smile, despite the slight nervous flutter in his stomach. "Absolutely. Let's catch some waves."

We laid our surfboards down on the sand, waxing them to ensure a smooth glide through the water. As we strapped on our leashes, Minho couldn't help but admire the vibrant expanse of the ocean before us. The waves rolled in with a steady rhythm, beckoning us to ride their crests.

"Remember, Minho, the key to surfing is balance and timing," I advised, my voice carrying the wisdom of someone who had spent plenty of time in the water.

Nodding, he watched as I demonstrated how to paddle efficiently and catch a wave. With practiced ease, I mounted my board and paddled out to where the waves were forming. He followed suit, feeling a mixture of determination and excitement coursing through him.

Positioning ourselves on the board, Minho paddled, matching my rhythm. My heart raced as we spotted a promising swell approaching. I felt a surge of adrenaline as I pushed up onto my feet, the board responding to the movements. For a moment, I was riding the crest of the wave, the salty spray misting my face.

The sensation was exhilarating, a perfect blend of freedom and connection with the ocean. I got a glimpse of the wave carried Minho closer to the shore, he couldn't wipe the grin off his face. As the wave dissipated, he hopped off the board and waded back with me.

My applause and wide smile greeted him. "Nice one, Minho! You've got the hang of it."

He laughed, the rush of the wave still coursing through his veins. "That was incredible. Let's do it again!"

Minho grinned like a thrilled kid on his first water slide as he emerged from the water after another successful ride. The exhilaration was painted across his face, a mixture of adrenaline and pure joy. He couldn't believe how addictive this newfound experience had become in such a short time.

"Are you sure you don't want to ride another one, Y/N?" he asked, his voice still brimming with excitement.

After a plenty of my water stunts I chuckled, adjusting the teal swim skirt around my waist. The vibrant colors of my bikini ensemble caught the sunlight, creating a playful contrast against the sparkling sea. "I'll take a break for now and enjoy the view."

I settled down on the warm sand, leaning back on my palms as I watched the waves roll in and out. The gentle breeze toyed with strands of my hair, and the rhythmic sound of the ocean provided a soothing backdrop. As Minho headed back into the water, I couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over me.

The sun's rays kissed my skin, and I closed my eyes momentarily, embracing the tranquility of the moment. With the passing day before us, I allowed myself to get lost in my thoughts. The sound of Minho's laughter as he caught another wave brought a smile to my lips. It was moments like these that made life feel truly beautiful.

“What thoughts crossed your mind while I was lost in stargazing you?” Felix's voice echoed in my mind.

As the waves continued their rhythmic dance and the gentle breeze lingered on my bare skin, I found myself lost in a moment of introspection. The events of the past night and the day's escapades had finally settled into a quiet lull. With each crashing wave, I felt a sense of calm washing over me, allowing me to reflect on the whirlwind of emotions that had enveloped me.

This place, with its sun-soaked sands and crystal-clear waters, had become a canvas for a new chapter of memories to unfold. The old recollections, once etched into my heart, were now intertwining with the new experiences, creating a tapestry of emotions that were both familiar and unknown. And in the midst of it all, there he was – Felix, his vibrant presence captured in the polaroids of my mind.

I remembered his gaze as he looked at me under the starlit sky, his curiosity evident in his eyes. In that moment, as I met his gaze and felt the warmth of his smile, a mixture of numbness out of getting caught off guard and nervousness had surged within me. But regardless those feelings, I still wanted that ‘something more’ I craved for.

By the time any other notion could cross my mind, a loud scream made me plop up from the sand bed, instantly recognizing the high pitch of Minho. I searched my gaze, finally finding the turned surfing board floating on surface without it’s owner.

"Oh, fuck!" The rush of fear surged through my veins, the moment I scanned Minho's body floating aimlessly in the water. Without a second thought, I sprinted towards the sea, diving in with all my might. My heart pounded in my chest as I swam towards his turned surfing board, desperately trying to cut through the water. My mind was laser-focused on one thing: reaching him before it was too late.

Under the surface, I spotted the leg leash tangled around Minho's body. Panic gripped me, and I immediately attempted to pull him up towards the surface. But the water resisted my efforts, making every movement seem like a struggle against an unyielding force. As I fought to maintain my grip on him, I realized that my actions were only causing us to sink deeper into the water when I felt no touch of surface above my head.

I clenched my teeth and summoned every ounce of strength in my body, but it felt as though the water was determined to keep us submerged. The air in my lungs dwindled, and a sense of desperation took over. The slowly vanishing feel of air in my lungs shot a swift dizziness in my head.

Just as I was reaching my limits, I felt an arm slip around my waist, pulling me upwards. The last sight my eyes saw was the hue of blue and greens of the undersea. Gasping for air, I broke through the surface, my body instinctively kicking to keep afloat. The arm remained wrapped around me, and I leaned against the chest of my savior to catch my breath.

"Are you alright?" Felix's voice cut through the chaos, his own breathing labored.

I turned my head to meet his gaze, his blonde hair glistening in the sunlight. But there was no time for admiration or contemplation. My focus was solely on Minho.

"Minho! I have to get him," I exclaimed urgently, determined to plunge back into the water. However, Felix's grip tightened, preventing me from moving.

"Wait, Y/N! Wait," he urged, pointing towards the shore. My gaze followed his gesture, and relief washed over me as I spotted a figure on the beach, dragging Minho onto a mat. My breaths came in ragged bursts as Felix guided us towards the shore, the waves now a gentle lull compared to the chaotic struggle that had just occurred beneath the surface.

Awareness suddenly flooded over me, and I became acutely conscious of how close I was to Felix. Just moments ago, I had been thrashing in the water, struggling to save Minho, and now I found myself tightly held against Felix's body, his arm securely wrapped around my waist. The contrast between those two moments was staggering, and a rush of conflicting emotions coursed through me.

His touch, once an urgent lifeline, now felt oddly intimate, his fingers firmly gripping my waist as if he could shield me from the sea's treacherous depths. I couldn't ignore the rapid thud of his heart against my back, each beat echoing the adrenaline-fueled chaos we had just emerged from. At first, his closeness sent a shiver down my spine, but gradually, the rhythm of his heart and the gentle rise and fall of his chest began to soothe me.

His breath, warm and unsteady, brushed against the nape of my neck, leaving a trail of comfort in its wake. It was as if our bodies had synchronized, the sea's turmoil now mirroring the calm rhythm of our shared breaths. In that suspended moment, I found myself wondering if he felt the same chaotic blend of emotions that I did.

The crashing waves, once a menacing force, now seemed distant and hushed, as if the world had been muted around us. My gaze flickered to his eyes, his expression unreadable yet strangely comforting. Was he experiencing the same mingling of sensations as I was? Could he sense the sudden shift in the air?

"Thank you, Felix," I said softly as we made our way back to the shore, the tension of the moment slowly dissipating.

His gaze, once fixed on the receding waves, shifted to meet mine. There was an intensity in his eyes, a mixture of relief and concern that seemed to transcend the words he was about to speak. His eyes wandered over my face, as if searching for reassurance that I was indeed safe and sound, as if he couldn't quite believe I was standing there beside him.

For a moment, I felt his fear of loss, his worries etched onto his features. It was as if he was holding on to this moment, desperate to capture every detail, as if he feared that blinking for just a second might cause me to disappear. His eyes traced the contours of my face, lingered on my lips, before finally returning to meet my gaze. And then, he spoke.

"Y/N," he began, his voice carrying a weight of emotion, "I know I have to keep you safe. At all costs."

His words hung in the air, carrying a depth of meaning that went beyond the surface. It was as if he was admitting something profound, a truth that he had held close for a long time. The sincerity in his voice and the vulnerability in his gaze made my heart skip a beat. In that moment, his words weren't just about the events of today – they held a significance that reached much further, into the unspoken moments between us, into the uncharted territory of our feelings.

I didn't know how to respond, how to convey the whirlwind of emotions that his words had stirred within me. So, I simply nodded, letting my eyes meet his in a silent acknowledgment of the connection we had. It was a connection that transcended words, a bond that had been deepened by the shared experience of facing the unpredictable together. And as we stood there, gazing at each other, I felt a warmth spread through me, as if the sun had found its way into my heart.

The closeness of our bodies, the desperation of catching our own breath, latching on each other in this water and some simple words, all of this might be counted as the ‘Something more’ I want from him. Let me rephrase, all of this is the ‘Something more’ I need from him.

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CLUB TROPICANA

CLUB TROPICANA

CEO!Roman Sionis x Reader

Summary: You soaked up the rays, feeling the stress dissipate out of your pores. You had been right about a vacation. This was just what you both needed. Sun, sea and tranquillity.

Warnings – Language. NSFW Smut. Fluff. Mild jealousy.

Word Count: 4,563

A/N: This is a one shot following the series ‘The Intern’. Pretty much picks up where they left off. I just couldn’t resist revisiting them. I hope you all enjoy. I am working to finish FAMOUS completely before posting. Apologies for the delay my loves xoxo

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The sound of the waves lapping against the shore, carrying the salty smell of the sea in the breeze made you relax instantly as you rested against the balcony railing. You pushed your oversized sunglasses back up the bridge of your nose and smiled, soaking in the early morning sun rays.

You looked out across the horizon, watching the glowing orange sun rising from the crystal blue waters. The light sparkled over the waves, making it look like tiny sapphires blinking at you. It was serene. Like nothing you’d ever seen before.

The coconut scent of your sun lotion lingered in the air and you arched your back, stretching out. You adjusted the strap of your halter neck bikini, untwisting it so it sat comfortably against your sun kissed skin.

A wolf whistle startled you, “Well, what a view”, a deep, gravelly voice rasped behind you, as the glass door slid open.

You turned to see Roman smirking cheekily at you. He clearly wasn’t talking about the gorgeous sunrise as he eyed the white bikini bottoms you were wearing. The material clinging to your curves perfectly.

“You picked a beautiful location”, you smiled, letting your eyes trail down his bare chest, a line of dark hair trailed down from his naval, disappearing into his shorts. He was bronzing nicely in the Mexican sun.

“Only the best for you darling”.

“Smooth”, you giggled and turned your head back out to the sunrise. The sky looked like an artist's palette, colours streaking across majestically.

Moving close behind you, Roman slid his hands up the backs of your thighs before running his finger under the edge of your bikini bottoms.

“You look absolutely stunning”, he whispered into the shell of your ear, his lips brushing against it. You shivered and pushed back against him, feeling his hard cock through his beach shorts. 

He growled and snapped the material against your ass. Sliding his fingers around your front, he brushed over your clit. Teasing slowly. You whined loudly before biting down on the inside of your cheek. Suppressing any more noises. You were out on the balcony, anyone could hear you both. And see you.

“Rom…”, you murmured, resting your head back against his shoulder.

“Shh”, he nipped along the side of your neck, letting his tongue soothe over your skin, “You don’t want to attract any unwanted attention, do you darling?”.

His fingers slipped your bikini pants to one side, dipping them through your silky wet folds. Roman cursed under his breath and muttered, “Always so ready for me”.

“Rom…please don’t tease”, you purred and circled your hips, catching his thick cock with each movement.

“You want me to take you out here for anyone to see?”, he teased, nibbling your shoulder, thrusting his clothed cock against your ass, “Is that what you want darling?”.

“Yes”, you moaned, frustration seeping into your tone as Roman languidly rubbed over your clit, making the coil in your stomach twist slowly.

“Please Roman…don’t make me beg”.

You heard him shuffling behind you, shoving his shorts down enough to free his throbbing cock. He teased it through your sopping folds from behind and grunted, “Fuck, you’re so wet”.

“I always am for you”, you whispered airily, wanting to play him at his own game. If he was going to tease you, you’d do it back.

“Darling…”, he warned and gripped your hips, the metal loops on your bikini bottoms pressing against his calloused skin.

Your teeth sunk into your lower lip as Roman eased his length into you inch by inch. The delicious sting of him stretching you sent waves of desire up your spine.

“Oh!”, the soft moan left your lips without thinking and Roman clasped his hand over your mouth.

“We’ve got to be quiet”, he growled and drove into your pussy hard, enjoying the way your wet walls fluttered around his cock.

You licked the flesh of his palm and let him stifle your sobs of pleasure as Roman fucked you from behind, pressed up against the balcony railings.

“Fuck”, he pressed his face into your hair and inhaled deeply. The subtle smell of coconuts and pineapple filled his senses. He groaned against you, angling his hips so the head of his cock would hit your g spot.

You cried his name into his hand and wrapped your hands behind you, fisting your fingers into the back of his hair. You tugged as you felt your orgasm beginning to burst.

“Go on”, the deep timber of his voice rattled in your ear, “Cum for me darling”.

Your eyes rolled back into your head as his thick cock continued to drive into your wet heat. The orgasm ripped through you in a short, sharp burst making you sting buzz with desire.

His hand captured all of the sweet sounds he drew from you. The sounds he normally drank in. Your skin rippled with goosebumps, soaking in the early morning heat from both the sun and Roman.

Feeling the way you contracted around him, Roman groaned loudly into the skin of your neck and released his hot seed, deep into your pussy. His breath fanned down your flesh, scorching as it went. He hummed in delight and moved his hand from your lips. Roman let his palm travel down your chest, over the curve of your breasts before settling on your toned stomach.

“Nice way to start the morning”, his voice was more gravelly now. Your fingers threaded through his dark hair.

“Mmmhmm”, your mind still reeling from your climax, you couldn’t form your words properly. You pressed backwards into his solid chest and sighed happily.

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The midday sun was blazing, surrounded by a clear, dazzling blue sky. You soaked up the rays, feeling the stress dissipate out of your pores. You had been right about a vacation. This was just what you both needed. Sun, sea and tranquillity. You sighed happily, sinking further into the double sunbed. Roman’s hand rested on your knee, drawing patterns into your flesh.

“Do you want another drink?”, you twisted your body to his, letting your knee press against his thigh.

“I’m good darling”, his gravelly voice rasped as he stretched his arms above his head, yawning softly.

“I’ll be back in a minute”, you leaned across, kissing his cheek.

“Mmhmm”, he hummed.

Leaving Roman lounging back against the soft, plush white sunbed, you strolled across the pool side towards the tiki hut style bar, thankful for the brief shade and fan above your head.

“What can I get you miss?”, the bartender gave you a warm smile, hands resting on the wooden worktop.

“Aperol Spritz please”, you swept a lock of hair behind your ear before sitting at one of the stools. The bartender turned quickly and began preparing your drink.

You tipped your head back gently, looking across the pool towards Roman. He was still sprawled out across the sun bed, his arm bent above his head. The sun oil you’d helped him apply earlier made his body glisten in the rays, his muscles even more defined. You bit your bottom lip, tugging it between your pearly teeth, sinful images flicking through your mind.

“Well, I’ll be damned…”, you heard a deep voice behind you, startling you from your train of thought, “Of all the hotels you had to walk into, you had to walk into mine”.

Well fuck.

Oliver fucking Queen.

You turned your head towards the voice, your eyes meeting him. He stood leisurely against the bar, a bright grin plastered across his face. You could hardly believe it. Seriously. Of all the people, in all the places. It had to be him. You glanced over his figure briefly, noting the pair of forest green swim shorts he was wearing. They complimented the tanned glow of his skin. His dark blond hair was messy, dropping down into his reflective, aviator shades, hiding his usual sparkling eyes. You remembered, momentarily, why you’d agreed to go on a date with him.

Until he bailed at the last minute.

“Someone’s seen Casablanca one too many times”, you rolled your eyes playfully, a smirk tugging the corner of your full lips.

Oliver moved closer slightly, the scent of his aftershave was strong as it surrounded you, along with the mix of sun cream, “Gotta make sure I'm suave for the ladies”.

You laughed, “Very suave of you to stand up dates”.

Above the top of his shades, you saw a slight crease in his eyebrows, “Are you still mad about that princess?”.

“Considering, I dodged a bullet? Not really”, you looked down at your freshly manicured nails, the deep red really was an excellent choice on the technicians behalf.

He sucked in a gulp of air loudly, putting his hand over his heart dramatically, “Ouch! You wound me”.

You poked the tip of your nail against his chest, before imitating a shooting gun with your thumb, “I only do what you deserve”.

Oliver captured your hand, bringing it up to his lips before kissing it playfully, “You know I was sorry about the whole thing princess…”.

“Oh I'm sure you were”.

“I just wish you’d given me a second chance”.

You were grateful for the heat which already had your skin flushed, hiding the blush rising to your cheeks. You tugged your hand back before occupying it with your drink the bartender had left for you.

Even though he was wearing shades, you could feel his eyes burning into you. Drinking in every inch of your bikini clad body. You suddenly felt incredibly naked under his gaze, shuffling slightly on the stool.

“Eyes up here champ”, you pointed to your face, trying to cool down the situation.

“Can you really blame me when you’re wearing that?”, he retorted, hand waving over your body as he whistled appreciatively.

You were about to reply before you noticed his entire body stiffen. The easy going manner radiating off him was replaced with something more business-like. Oliver straightened up, taking a step back from you.

You looked over your shoulder and spotted Roman striding across the pool side, his face knitted with an irritated scowl. Sunglasses propped up on the top of his head. Even in a pair of board shorts, Roman still managed to look intimidating. The second he reached you both, he immediately wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you away from Oliver.

“Is everything ok?”, you pressed your palm to his chest softly, looking up at him as he towered next to you.

“Everything's fine”, he dismissed before turning to Oliver, “Never expected to see you here, Queen”.

Oliver’s demeanour had changed drastically, he shrugged and looked around the resort, “It is one of my hotels, gotta make sure they’re running it smoothly from time to time”.

Roman’s fingers gripped into your hip, “You better get to it then, huh? Don’t want your business failing, do you?”.

Oliver looked directly at Roman before glancing down at you, huffing under his breath, “Enjoy your stay princess, if you need anything, give me a call…you still have my number”.

Surprising you and infuriating Roman more, he leaned down and kissed your cheek, dangerously close to the corner of your lips. He gave you a sly smirk before heading out of the bar towards the hotel lobby.

Roman was rigid next to you, so you snuggled closer into his side, fingertips tracing the vein on his forearm. As his posture softened slowly, he turned and pressed a rough kiss to your cheek, his stubble grazing your skin. 

You giggled quietly, “You don’t need to be jealous”.

“I’m not jealous”, he growled.

“My hip's gonna bruise if you keep holding it like that”, you murmured.

He retracted his grip instantly, “Sorry darling”, his thumbs rubbed circles over the marks as he pressed his nose into your hair, the tropical scents soothing him.

“It’s ok, you can turn caveman mode off”.

Roman moved his hand to your ass, cupping the swell of it before squeezing it.

You laughed under your breath, “You know you have nothing to worry about”.

“Can't I just feel you up in public? Is that a crime now?”, he pressed a kiss to your temple, hand still resting on the curve of your ass, fingers occasionally dipping under the fabric of your bottoms.

You rolled your eyes but smiled, “You know Ollie isn’t watching us anymore, don’t you?”.

He huffed bringing you in front of him and wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing your warm body into his. He never got tired of the way your frame fitted against his. How you sank into him naturally, like you’d always meant to be his.

You slipped your arms around his neck and toyed with the hair at the back of his neck. His eyes closed as he soaked in the bliss taking over his circuitry.

“How about…”, you whispered, “We spend the afternoon back in our private villa and I’ll make us some cocktails?”.

He ghosted his lips over yours, the faint outline of a smile playing on his mouth, “That darling, sounds like a very good idea”.

Your hands travelled down the front of his body slowly, before entwining in his, pulling him back towards your villa, “Let’s go handsome”.

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You dropped your beach bag by the side of the villa door as you both made your way into the house, before stepping across towards the mini bar.

“Sloe sazerac?”, you looked over your shoulder at him, quirking an eyebrow up.

“Perfect”, he rumbled, leaving his phone on the kitchen worktop, watching as you sashayed away.

The ice cubes clinked as they hit the bottom of the glass, the sound oddly satisfying. You hummed under your breath, grabbing the bottle of whiskey, pouring a generous helping into both chasers. You could feel his stare boring into you, scorching your insides. His presence looming as you dropped the curled lemon into the alcohol.

“You’re hovering, why don’t you go make yourself comfortable?”.

Within seconds, you felt his hands gliding over your thighs, up and down, inching higher with each stroke, “I think the drinks can wait darling…”.

“But I’m making your favourite”, you protested.

Roman stayed silent, waiting for you to finish the cocktail, running his palms over every inch of skin he could reach. You shivered at the feel of his rough hands, sucking in steadying breaths whilst you finished your drinks.

You left his drink on the bar whilst you sipped at yours, watching him intently, eyes burning with want.

“Aren't you going to drink yours?”.

His gaze, practically black, flickered before Roman grabbed the drink, pouring the deep orange liquid over your chest. You gasped at the icy cool sensation of the alcohol dripping over your body.

“What are you - oh!”.

Dipping his head down to your chest, Roman dragged his tongue over your flesh, groaning at the distinct taste of whiskey mixed with you. He discarded the glass carelessly to the side, focusing his attention only on you. His thumbs catching in the metal loops of your bikini bottoms.

You gasped and grabbed his hair as he slid down your body, his lips mapping you, the bitter lemon infused with the burn of the liquor. He settled on his knees, looking up at you with lustful eyes. Roman pushed your bikini bottoms down your long legs before tracing his tongue to your core. He blew over your clit, enjoying the way your body reacted. Goosebumps spreading like wildfire over your skin.

You fisted your hands in his hair, moaning quietly. Roman smirked, lifting you up onto the mini bar, pushing your thighs further apart. His growl was primal when he saw the slick glistening between your folds.

Letting your head fall back, you closed your eyes, whining his name softly, “Rom…”.

“I know darling, I’ve got you”, he nipped your inner thigh, soothing his hot tongue over the light sting from his bite.

“Rom…please…”.

Hearing you say his name, in that breathy little voice, made the front of his shorts tighter and his ego soar.

“That's right”, he laid a soft kiss to your clit, “You’re mine”.

“A-Always”, you stuttered out, feeling the desperation bubble in the pit of your stomach. You needed him. Craved him.

Roman growled against your core before delving into you, his tongue licking long stripes through your folds. You whined, drowning in the overwhelming desire flooding your veins. Pleasure wracked your body in sharp pulses with every flick of Roman’s skilful tongue. You sobbed his name and tightened your thighs around his head, keeping him pressed into your pussy.

He smirked against your core, groaning deeply when your fingers threaded through his hair, tugging sharply when he hit all your sensitive spots.

Whining his name, you rolled your hips, eager to have him impossibly closer. You cried out when Roman slipped two fingers into your pussy. He thrust them in easily, enjoying the slick noises from your core.

“Oh fuck! Don’t stop! Please!”, you begged, eyes clamped shut tightly.

His lips wrapped around your sensitive clit, alternating between sucking and flicking his tongue over it. He free hand bracketed your hip, holding you in place.

“Oh god!”, you screamed, fisting your hands tightly in his hair as you hit your peak. Roman growled against your pussy, lapping up your slick. His fingers slowed as he pulled back from your folds, looking up at you darkly. He loved the way you looked after you’d just orgasmed.

“Rom…”, you murmured, trailing your hands down his cheek.

He gave you a smile before kissing back up your inner thighs. Hands caressing up the outside of your thighs.

“What - oh!”, you gasped loudly and tipped your head back as Roman’s lips connected with your clit briefly.

“I think you’ve got another one for me darling”, the deep timber of his voice rattled up your spine.

Still shaking from your last orgasm, your body broke out in violent tremors as Roman focused on your clit. Both of his hands wrapped around your hips, gripping hard enough to leave finger shaped bruises.

“Fuck! Fuck! Roman!!”, you sobbed.

It was too much but not enough at the same time. You wanted to push him away but pull him closer. The intensity of it firing deep in the pit of your stomach. You shattered, his name a mangled prayer from your plush lips. You felt your body buzz from the euphoria. Panting, you heaved oxygen into your lungs, chest rising and falling heavily.

Briefly, you were unaware of your surroundings until you felt Roman standing between your spread thighs, littering kisses across your bare shoulder.

Shakily, you wrapped your arms around his neck, nails dragging up it, teasing the bottom of his hairline.

“I’m not done with you yet”, he murmured into the junction of your neck, grinding his hard, clothed cock into your pussy.

Tightening your legs around his waist, you hauled yourself up against his heated body, pressing into it, hands gripping his back, “What are you waiting for then?”.

Roman could feel the cocktail still staining your skin, giving it a slightly sticky quality along with the gleam of sweat from the humidity and your orgasm.

He gave you a wink before wrapping an arm around your lower back, lifting you off the bar completely. He grabbed your chaser glass then headed you both into the master bedroom, nibbling your lips along the way before dropping you down onto the thin cotton sheets.

You watched him place the practically empty glass on the bedside table, you frowned a little unsure what he was up to. Your thoughts halted as he knelt on the bed, his bulky form towering over you. Roman encased your body with his, his large frame covering you easily. He kissed you with a fiery passion, tongue dancing along yours.

You whimpered into his mouth, letting him swallow the sounds. His hands traced up the sides of your body, stopping when they found their prize. He grinned against your swollen lips as he tugged the bikini tie free, ripping the offending material off your body. Your breasts bounced free and Roman grunted feeling your hardening nipples scratch across his bare chest.

Tearing himself from your sinful lips, he reached up past your head and you heard the familiar clink of ice cubes. You felt the coil in your stomach twist with anticipation and desire. When Roman settled back down between your spread legs, you noticed a rapidly melting ice cube pinched between his long fingers.

“Close your eyes”, his voice was thick with lust as he openly admired your naked body.

“Yes Sir”, you whispered, letting your eyelids flutter shut.

The first touch was hot. Roman’s heated mouth peppered your collarbone with searing kisses. You moaned, letting your hands explore the muscles of his back.

He pulled back and you instantly missed the feel of his kisses. You huffed in protest and he chuckled.

The next touch had you arching off the back of the bed, gasping loudly. Bitter coolness dragged down the top of your breast, following the curve of it before circling over your nipple. Your skin erupted in shivers and you could stop the purr from your throat.

Your nipple pebbled, the ice cube numbing your skin.

“Roman!”, you mewled and writhed on the bed as he replaced the ice cube with his scorching mouth.

His teeth tugged your nipple, releasing it after a moment before flicking his tongue over it. Roman repeated the action on your other nipple, growling against your skin at your intense reactions.

You shuddered, goosebumps spreading over your preening flesh. The dire contrast between the blazing heat and the bitter ice was euphoric. Your mind felt fuzzy from the overload of stimulation. You could feel the slick dripping from your core, aching to feel his cock driving into you.

“Roman…Ah! Please!!”, you pleaded as you felt the ice trail down the valley between your breasts, along your stomach and over the dip of your naval.

Roman followed the watery path with his tongue, stopping every so often to press kisses to your body.

“Please Rom…”, you begged, your voice husky with need.

“Please what?”, his voice was smug, enjoying how he’d made you a whimpering mess with a tiny ice cube.

Frustration seeped into your bones and you opened your eyes to look at Roman.

He had to admit, the fire burning behind your eyes made his stomach twist. The debauched look curling the beautiful features on your face. You tried to glare at him as much as you could, but the overload of pleasure made it difficult.

“Tell me what you want darling”.

The ice cube had melted into the last remnant of water, letting Roman’s calloused hand caress your bare skin. 

You whined, “Rom…please, I need you, I need you now”.

“Need what?”, he cooed playfully, nipping the flesh below your navel.

You moaned loudly and shivered. You hated but loved the way he teased you. Drawing out the deepest of desires from within you.

“Fuck me Roman, I need you to fuck me”.

Sliding back up your body slowly, he shuffled effortlessly out of his swim shorts, his thick cock springing free. There was a soft pap as it bounced against his abs. He fisted his shaft several times before teasing the head through your sopping folds, causing you to moan unabashedly, throwing your head back against the soft pillows.

He thrust into you easily, bottoming out instantly. He grunted into your ear, his hot breath fanning down your neck, “You feel so fuckin’ good darling”.

You purred his name and wrapped your legs around his waist tightly, locking him in place before coiling your arms around his neck.

“You always take my cock so well”, Roman growled, biting your earlobe. His hot lips travelled to the sensitive spot behind your ear, kissing and sucking to leave his marking.

You didn’t reply, words lost in your mind. If you’d tried to speak, it’d have been incoherent murmuring. Something which would’ve further fuelled his already inflated ego. All you could focus on was the feel of his pulsating cock stretching your pussy.

He continued to drive into you, harder with every thrust, groaning your name against your neck. You mewled in response, legs gripping him tighter as he angled himself deeper, hitting your sweet spot over and over.

“Rom! Oh! Oh fuck!”, you sobbed, nails digging into his shoulder blades, dragging down his back.

He smirked and picked up his pace, hammering into you wildly. Roman knew he’d have your scratch marks streaking down his back but he didn’t care one little bit. He’d happily wear them with pride for the rest of the vacation.

“Are you going to cum for me darling?”, he teased, his hand snaking between your glistening bodies to rub over your throbbing clit.

You whimpered, your velvet walls fluttering around his thick shaft. You could feel the brim of your orgasm ready to shatter.

“You want me to fill that pretty little pussy?”, Roman ground out, fucking you with a brutal pace, growling when he saw your eyes behind to roll into the back of your head.

“P-Please”, you managed to force out of your lips before you felt the euphoria bursting through your body. Your vision blurred as your climax hit you with a delirious intensity, shudders took over your body.

The way your body reacted to him pushed Roman over the edge into his own powerful end and he released his hot seed, deep into your core. He cursed loudly and grunted your name before stilling, resting the weight of his body on his elbows.

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Soaking in the afterglow, you threaded your fingers through his sweat matted locks. A content rumble vibrated from his chest before he planted delicate kisses along your collarbone. You purred happily and leaned into his touch instinctively, enjoying the way he made you feel.

After a few more moments, he dropped onto the bed, tugging you onto his chest, pressing you tightly into him.

“We should come on vacation more often”, he rasped, curling a strand of your hair around his finger carefully.

Your hand stroked over his chest, and down his stomach tracing the dark line of hair, “I told you, you’d enjoy it - you should know by now my ideas are always right”.

“I suppose”, he teased, kissing your forehead softly.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes but Roman caught the smile tugging at the corner of your lips.

“I think next time, we should go to Switzerland”.

“Not a chance”.

“Why not?!”, you looked up at him with a scandalous look. Only seconds ago he’d agreed that this was a great idea!

“Because”, he rolled you over, trapping you underneath him, “I can’t fuck you outside there”.

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[weelittleweasley]

a house on the beach (g.w.)

prompt: a little beach getaway makes you grateful for all that you have.

pairing: george weasley x fem! reader

warnings: food, mention of the war, mention of Fred’s death, mention of children

word count: 2.2k

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Excitement overwhelmed your senses as you dropped your bag to the floor of the house, running to the back porch and down the stairs, ignoring George’s calls, too desperate to feel the sand underneath your feet. You pried your shoes off from the long drive and plunged them into the warm sand as you sighed out with a happy giggle. The sand covered your skin as you smiled to yourself, giving your toes a wiggle before walking, more running, over to the salty ocean water. 

The moment your toes touched the water, relief and relaxation flooded over you, the sound of the waves crashing on the shore, the echos of birds chirping sounded down the beach. The smell of salty air and sun cream filled your nose as you inhaled happily, finally in the place that made you happy. The early summer sun beat down on your skin, warming you through your t-shirt as you extended your arms, embracing the sensations that washed over you like the waves. 

George watched you from the porch, how you happily danced in the water, waving your hands, inviting you to join him. He smiled to himself with a sigh before taking off his own shoes, joining you on the shore. 

As he walked to you, he watched how the breeze moved through your hair, making it dance, as you kicked your feet in the blue water, giggling to yourself. You were unearthly, standing there in your radiance with a beaming smile on your face. George’s heart swelled in his chest as he looked upon you with love in his eyes and adoration in his heart. 

When he reached you, he slipped his fingers in yours and placed a soft kiss to your lips, tilting your chin up with one of his fingers to reach your lips. “Happy?” he asked with a teasing grin on his lips as you beamed and nodded.

“Thrilled,” you giggled. “Isn’t this nice? Much needed getaway for the both of us, don’t you think?” you combed your fingers through his hair, already crunchy with sea breeze. 

This holiday was unprompted, but with the booming business of the joke shoppe and your overwhelming work schedule, you both decided a getaway was much needed for the both of you. Just a quiet weekend with the two of you, enjoying some peace and quiet together. An escape to the beach seemed like the perfect place to do so considering it was one of your favorite places in the world. And George would do anything to see that smile on your face that he loved so much.

George placed a kiss to your forehead, “Much needed.” He wrapped his arms around your waist from behind you and rested his chin on the top of your head as the two of you stood and stared out at the ocean, watching the waves rise and fall and crash. You could stand there forever, in your lover’s arms, enjoying each other’s company whilst the ocean washed upon your ankles and toes every once in awhile. You sighed in contentment, not needing much more in this moment.

After about an hour of standing and walking up and down the beach, the two of you decided to unpack your overnight bags, settling yourself in the rental house. As you unpacked, you looked out the window, smiling to yourself. Right in front of the bed was a large window that faced the ocean. “Georgie?”

“Yes, my love?” he responded sweetly, looking up at you from the dresser, making your heart pitter-patter in your chest as his sweet chocolate eyes peered at you.

You nodded your head to the window. “I know I said we should sleep in this weekend, but I think we should get up for the sunrise tomorrow. We can watch it from the bed,” you suggest with a playful smile on your lips. Godric knows the two of you needed to sleep in, but the thought of watching an orangey sunrise from the bed sounded heavenly.

He gave a light chuckle before speaking, “Sounds like a plan. As long as we can go back to bed after.” You nodded excitedly which only made George laugh and walk over to you, taking you in his arms as you pressed a kiss to his jaw. “I’m glad I have you all to myself this weekend. No work, no distractions, no nothing. Just us.”

“I am, too,” you cooed back at him as he pressed his lips to yours gently, your kiss familiar and gentle. You could be hours away from shared flat, but wherever you were with George, that’s when you felt the most at home. In his arms, him holding you tight and not daring to let you. Gentle kisses pressed to lips, foreheads, and jaws, whispered I love you’s, and small giggles exchanged. This was your heaven. 

The day was spent well. Laying in the sand, George’s head in your lap as you brushed his hair with one hand, the other holding a book as George closed his eyes, falling asleep to the sounds of the ocean and the sensation of you combing fingers through his hair. Every once in awhile, you lay your book down on the sand and just breathe in the salty air as the sun shone down on your skin. You smiled to yourself when you looked down at George, resting peacefully in your lap, sun cream smeared on his nose and under his eyes, making you gently giggle. He insisted he burned easily as he smeared the thick paste on his nose, refusing to blend it in. You shook your head and pressed a kiss to his freckled forehead, leaning back on your hands, sand flowing between your fingers.

The beach was empty, you and George being the only people on the beach for as far as your eye could see. It was nice, knowing that no one could disturb your peaceful getaway. Much needed after the last few years and the chaos that had weaseled its way into your lives. Some peace and quiet is exactly what you needed. 

George eventually woke from his nap and insisted to go on a walk down the beach which you gladly accepted. His fingers laced with yours as you walked along the shoreline, water dancing over your feet now. George would groan each time the water caught the bottoms of his cuffed jeans, making you laugh. You looked at George with so much adoration in your eyes as he walked beside you. A shirtless wonder, his dark wash jeans hanging low on his toned body, one of his hands holding his shoes, the other cradling your hand as he pressed a kiss to it every few seconds, reminding you he was there. You’d smile sweet as you leaned over to press a kiss to his sun chapped lips. 

Jokingly, George kicked over water so it splashed on you as you squealed, the cold water hitting your exposed skin. “Don’t you dare, George Weasley,” you warned him as he laughed before doing it yet again, making you break out in a run away from him, darting down the beach. But George of course wasn’t too far behind as you giggled, running away from him as he chased after you.

“Not so fast, you,” he laughed before scooping you up in his arms, peppering your face with kisses as you wildly laughed, writhing in his grip. His strong arms wrapped around you, squeezing you tight as you threw your head back with laughter, George taking the opportunity to place kisses all over your jaw and neck. “Can’t get away from me that easily.”

Back at the house, you and George munched on takeout as you two draped yourselves on the couch, soft music playing in the background. The two of you enjoyed the comfortable silence, eating your food, listening to the gentle music, legs tangled as you rested on opposite sides of the couch. As the two of you finished your dinner, George broke the silence with a quiet question. “You think we’ll have a boy or a girl first?” he asked, wiping his mouth with a crinkled napkin.

You furrowed your brows. You and George often spoke of your future, but usually about where you would move or marriage. Never really about kids. “What do you mean?”

“You know,” George smiled. “Our kids. Which do you think we’ll have first?”

With a smile, you placed your empty plate on the coffee table and scooted closer to George, wrapping your arms around his neck as he rested his hands on your hips with a small smile. “Well,” you think, searching your mind, “I don’t mind which we have first. As long as the baby is happy and healthy.”

George smiled and placed a kiss on the tip of your nose. “What names do you like?” he asked, rubbing small circles on your hip bones, smiling gently.

“For a girl...I like Giselle or Emilia,” you smiled to yourself. You had always loved those two names for your baby girl, having them in your memory since you were a fifth year. George nodded his head in agreement. “For a boy...” you trailed off as you thought. When selecting a name for your future children, you wanted to pick a name you liked, but also something with meaning. Something with significance. And that’s when it hit you. “...if it’s alright with you, G,” you started, “I’d want to name our son after Fred.”

The mention of his twin’s name tugs at George’s heart strings. Memories of his twin flood his mind and bring warmth in his chest. George missed his other half every day and it only grew. Coping with Fred’s death was brutal for George and he was thankful that he had you next to him every step of the way. Each day got a little easier, but each day he missed him more and more. George swallowed thickly before giving a shaky sigh, “Yeah. I’d like that.”

You cupped George’s cheek and brushed it softly with your thumb as he sighed, leaning into your touch. With a small smile, he bit down softly on your thumb, making you giggle lightly. “Where are we living?” you change the subject as George runs his fingers through his hair.

“Somewhere with lots of space,” he smiled. “I want the kids to have space to run and play like we did as kids,” he beamed as you smiled to yourself, combing fingers through his hair, making him melt underneath your touch. “Not too close to the shoppe, but not too far away. Somewhere just right,” he smiles softly. “Just me, you, and our nine kids,” he pokes at your sides, making you roll your eyes and laugh.

Even though you rarely spoke about children, you knew that George wanted a large family. He wanted a house full of children, loudly stomping around, filling the house with love and laughter that reminded him so of his own childhood. George wanted to have a family, you the mother of his children and the love of his life by his side. George thought about you as a mother and how loving you would be towards your future children. It made his chest warm and his cheeks red with delight. 

“Well, if we’re having nine children, we’re going to need more names,” you tease him as he chuckles, placing a kiss to your chin. “So, we’ve got the house, we’ve got the kids, what else is in store for us?” you gently smile as George gives your hips a squeeze.

He thinks for a moment before a toothy grin appears on his face. “I’m going to get us a house like this one,” he suggests as you furrow your brows. “I’m going to get us a house on the beach.” But before you can interrupt him with how you both didn’t need a house like this, he starts, “You love the beach, angel. The look on your face when we first got here was priceless. I want to get you a house like this so you can feel like that whenever you want.”

Your heart swells with so much love as you sigh happily, brushing George’s cheek with your thumb. George wanted to give you the world and he would do it with a grin on his face and pep in his step. You knew growing up he didn’t have much, so the fact that he was so adamant on giving you and your future family a life he didn’t have made your heart melt. “Georgie...” you sigh.

“I want to give you the life you deserve,” he speaks simply with sincerity.

Taking his face in your hands, you place a firm kiss to his lips before pressing your forehead against his. “The life I want is a life with you,” you tell him. “I don’t need anything else, George. Just you and me.” George smiles lightly before placing one, two soft kisses on your lips. “I don’t need a house on the beach. You’re my beach,” you giggle.

He chuckles, “I like that. I’m like the sand. I get everywhere and you can’t get rid of me.” His comment makes you laugh as he cuddles closer to you, wrapping his arms around your middle, pulling you further into his lap.

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Title: Kismet {12}

Henry Cavill x Famous OFC Aliya Taylor

Warning: Plot, Slow Burn, Mild Cursing, Dialogue Heavy

Words: 4.2k

Summary: Aliya is a singer turned model turned actress. Since she was fifteen, she’s been creating her empire in the entertainment world. As the daughter of a famous fashion model/designer and Hollywood director, you’d think life is easy for her, but her past has been anything but easy. Due to past trauma, she’s forever changed and no longer trusts any man that is not in her family and a select few in her team. She’s sworn off love and serious relationships and has planned never to fall again, but love isn’t something that can be planned. It just happens when it’s meant to. Can Aliya outrun a love that seems hellbent on holding tight to her, a love that is Kismet?

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When one thinks of a vacation, you think of beaches, sand, salty ocean water that you can see right through, a blazing sun that is a joy to be burned by, tropical drinks, lounging by the pool in a hammock with an endless supply of bathing suits. When one thinks of the quintessential French vacation, you could think of waking up the smell of flowers from the countryside and the ocean salt, the warm caress of the sun as you sip your French coffee, lounging on the beaches, touring the countryside by day, feasting on the best authentic French cuisine, sipping the best of wine country offered all the while soaking up culture and relaxation. In other words, live like the French.

 Your vacation, though it started awkwardly, didn’t remain that way for too long. You and Henry had made it a mission to take relaxation and freedom to the max and, by doing so, you had created somewhat of a routine. Usually, either you or Henry would make breakfast and coffee then have it outside. After breakfast, you’d both lounge by the pool for an hour or two. That was before you found out he liked to work out first thing in the morning. Though you weren’t much for working out, you vowed to do it with him. which led to you having your coffee and then out for a run through the fields. He often went four miles out then four miles back, but when he realized you were not a runner, he cut it down to two and two. Even that was torture for you.

 Then once you’d returned and showered, whoever came out first would make a simple breakfast that you’d have out back and then to the pool. After you’d take a drive, often going miles and miles checking out neighboring towns seeing sights. On each day, Henry always had something planned. One day it was a tour of a vineyard where you learned all about the winemaking process, helped harvest grapes, and even did the traditional squishing grapes with your feet. That was the day Henry had the brilliant idea to play up your ticklishness, which led to you falling in the barrel staining your white shorts ensemble red. He laughed his ass off to that. By the time you left the vineyard, both of your outfits were ruined, but you had plenty of pictures and a crate of the wine you’d made.

 Another day it was sailing around the Mediterranean in a boat that Henry manned himself. You couldn’t help but watch in awe as he steered it like a pro and taught you the proper terms for things on the boat. When he’d found a good spot to drop anchor close to some rocks, you lounged on the hull soaking up the sun, then taking a dunk in the ocean when the heat became too much where you snorkeled around the reef. On a particular day, he took out a speedboat to St. Tropez for shopping and spa treatments that really had your entire body feeling like jello.

 While he liked to spoil you with luxurious options, he also liked the rugged things too. He taught you how to fish and took you on multiple nature walks. While you enjoyed nature, you realized you didn’t like it as much as he did. According to him, he would choose to be out in nature as often as he possibly could. You were slowly beginning to enjoy it as much as he did. A few times, you took him to a club where you saw firsthand that he was a real party boy in another life. You liked the club nights because it showed you a whole other side of him. The side that was carefree, able to cut loose and not take himself seriously. It was a side you made a silent vow to bring out as often as you could.

 To round out the experience, he did as the French and took advantage of France’s natural romance. There were plenty of romantic dinners at romantic restaurants that overlooked the ocean or the cliffs or the city lights and even a few at romantic vineyards with the view of the rolling hills and a sunset. The romance was not something hard to find, and it wasn’t always in going out. You spent plenty of nights in the villa lounging together with candlelight in the room and a gentle breeze wafting through the opened doors while watching something on tv together. While it was awkward before, you were becoming more and more comfortable around him. 

This comfort also helped you feel closer to him and though you teased each other often, said sly things to one another, and even flirted shamelessly, nothing else of significance had happened. Henry didn’t make any moves to kiss you or cuddle or even hug you, really. The most he’d done was hold your hand at the most sporadic moments, for the shortest amount of time. It made no sense, and it drove you crazy because you could feel the attraction between you in everything you did. You could sense the desire in the air was strong, but everything remained lukewarm.

 Though your comfort level rose, your insomnia never subsided. When Henry had gone to bed, you often remained up just writing music, journaling, or making things with the pictures you’d taken throughout the day. Your sleepless or low sleep nights gave you the chance to either reformulate your plan or think about your progress. A lot of times, thinking about the progress had you thinking about him, and if you did that, it was only a matter of time before your mind drifted to your want for him.

 It was funny to you that before him, you could push affection, intimacy, and sex to the side and act like they were not even actual things, and it never bothered you or had any effect. Since Henry, it was damn near impossible. You thought about his touch at every turn, about his lips more times than you could count, and imagined him between your thighs at least once every other day.

 One night it had gotten so bad from remembering him swimming in the pool in slow motion. Everything he did was in slow-mo like he was posing for some men’s porn magazine. That was the night you had to please yourself to thoughts of his wet lips, memories of his voice, and body as it moved through the water and muscles as he hoisted himself up out of the water with it dripping off of every inch of him. that night, it was the quickest you’d ever come. You wondered if he was struggling the way you were, but throughout the days, you saw no evidence he was, and that made you more insecure than you’d ever felt in your life.

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-Nine Days Later-

 The night was young—well, young for you. While Henry slept, you found yourself in the back yard with the breeze brushing against your bare skin. The glow of the moon beamed down on you, bathing you in its pearlescent illuminance, making you feel like a goddess of the night. It could have been the moon, the fact you were naked under it, or the 2nd bottle of wine you were on. It didn’t matter what it was; you felt good. The wine made your thoughts flow more freely, and where your thoughts went, your pen in your notebook mapped. You got your best writing done at three in the morning when you were naked and feeling wine-nice.

 With your pen hooked on your bottom lip, you looked over the new lyrics you’d written for a song that Henry had inspired. The notebook was filled with at least ten more from the same muse. This song was the night’s second one. The first centered around your anxious thoughts about making the first move and how to do it in a way with little to no risk, and your worries of being in the friend zone the second was drastically different. This one focused on you admitting your attraction, the possibility you were falling for him, and your fear of him making you feel out of control. It was raw and real, the realest you’d been in a long time when it came to your feelings.

 The words across the page were sensual and painted a clear picture of arousal and desire. As you hummed to yourself the way you imagined it flowing, you began replacing your hums with words. You quickly got lost in your process and zoomed through putting everything down on paper. Once your brain sparked off, it never stopped until it finished the mission.

 “Aliya?”

 You turned to the sound of Henry’s voice, forgetting your state of undress. Almost immediately, you gasped and grabbed the blanket holding it to your breasts.

 “Shit.”

 Henry was already turned away, his back facing you.

 “Um--.”

 “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. God, I—shit.”

 Henry snorted then slowly released a breath in a loud huff.

 You rearranged the blanket then spoke, “You can turn around.”

 Slowly and cautiously, Henry turned to you again. With your lips pressed together, you gave him your best apologetic face.

 “I’m so sorry. I thought you were asleep. I didn’t think you’d come out here,” you explained.

 Again, Henry snorted then chuckled to himself as he nodded his head. You were so embarrassed that you covered your face.

 “I’m sorry,” you whispered one last time.

 “No need for sorries,” Henry began trying not to make eye contact. “It’s um—it’s okay.”

 The awkwardness had returned.

 “I didn’t see anything. Don’t worry.”

 You didn’t believe him one bit but pushed any remaining awkwardness deep down and fought through it.

“Don’t you sleep at all?”

“Not really. Remember, insomniac.”

 “I know you said that, but usually insomniacs can manage something,” Henry said.

 “Um, well, since I was diagnosed, I can on occasion get three or four hours tops.

 “Wow. We’ve been sharing this house for a little over a week, and I didn’t know that much.”

 You smiled and took another sip from your glass. “You’re off the hook, you actually sleep, and it’s great.”

 “How long have you had it?”

 “Since I was maybe eighteen,” you explained.

 “So what do you do when you’re not sleeping?”

 After finishing your glass, you moaned and leaned back in your chair. “Walk around, find a good spot to sit, write, sometimes go for a drive, online shop, work. Usually, it is mainly work,” you confessed.

 Henry gave you a stern daddyish look. “Are you working now?”

 You bit your bottom lip and scrunched your face. “Guilty but only sort of. I’m writing music. That’s not work for me. For me, it’s a component for my sanity.”

 Henry nodded. “So you sit up all night naked writing music?”

 The way he put it had you laughing out loud.

 “Wow, pretty much. Fuck, when you sum it up like that, you make me sound like an insomniac exhibitionist.”

 You laughed together for a few short moments. “Can’t they prescribe something?”

 “They have, quite a few things actually. When I was eighteenish, I was on several sleeping pills. I was the guinea pig, and I must have tested at least twenty brands and formulas, but none of them seemed to work well with me. Of course, they had to monitor my intake to make sure I didn’t become addicted, but after a few years, I said, forget it let’s not try anything anymore. I just stopped taking the pills and sucked it up,” you clarified.

 Henry looked impressed. “So you function on three hours of sleep?”

 “Pretty much.”

 He whistled then bowed his head. “Wow.”

 “it’s not bad. Honestly, it might be a blessing in disguise. I get so much work done they wouldn’t believe.”

 “You literally make money while others sleep,” Henry joked.

 You softly snickered and nodded.

 “Do they know why it started?”

 He was asking all the right questions, you thought to yourself.

 “Yeah, we know.” You really didn’t want to say anything else, and you had a mini internal fight. Groaning, you continued. “Trauma.”

 You could feel his eyes on you, and you rearranged your things on the table and picked off invisible lint off the blanket, all in an effort to not look at him. Though you were physically naked, you felt emotionally so as well. Taking a risk, you glanced at him and held his gaze. He was unreadable.

 “Here,” Henry said, holding out a spoon to you.

 “A spoon? What’s this for?”

 Henry smiled and took a step toward you. “Close your eyes.”

 You scoffed and wrinkled your nose before you closed your eyes and waited. You didn’t hear anything and wondered what he was doing.

 “Uh—hello? Henry, are you there?”

 The sound of Henry clearing his throat told you he was in a different location that was somewhat closer.

 “I’m here. Open.”

When you did, you looked around expecting something but not sure just what. When your eyes landed on the ice cream before you, you smiled.

 “For your massive sweet tooth.”

 You couldn’t help but giggle. He’d learned a few things about that sweet tooth over the last week. This was him being cute about it.

 “This Is my favorite flavor and brand. You don’t play, huh.”

 “Of course not. I pay attention.”

 “Thank you.”

 Henry nodded, then pulled another spoon from behind him. “Cheers?”

 You knocked your spoon against his and said the same thing. Henry sat beside you while you opened the ice cream, then both of you dug in. the first spoonful had you moaning so loud it echoed around you.

 “That good?”

 “Mmmm, so good, better than sex,” you joked.

 “Then I am sorry, Ms. Taylor, you are having sex with all the wrong ones.”

The spoon paused at your lips as you quirked your eyebrow at him. Henry wasn’t backing down, though. He held your gaze almost like he was challenging you. Damn, you thought before you looked away first.

 “So you write all your own songs?”

 Nodding, you put another spoonful of ice-cream in your mouth. “All by myself.”

 “Impressive. I know artists try, but not a lot do it alone. There will usually be a few co-writers,” Henry added.

 You were a little surprised he knew that. “You’re right. More and more try to get on it for the added profits that being a writer brings in. for me, I do it for far more selfish reasons.”

 Henry quirked his brow, silently asking you why.

 “I need an outlet, something to get everything in my head out. I’m up for twenty to twenty-one hours a day, and I have a lot going on in there. So, I need to be able to get that out to start fresh the next do, that means---I write.”

 The way Henry’s eyes rested on you made you feel like he had so much to say, but he was holding back with doing so.

 “It’s good to have an outlet.”

 “What’s yours?”

 His goofy smile made a return, and you couldn't help but smile back.

 “Don’t judge me, okay, but it’s video games.”

 You smiled and raised your hands. “No judgment here, ever.”

 “I like video games, Warcraft, Witcher, Call Of Duty, HALO. Anything bloody, I’m there for it. I also use exercise a lot. I have to work out, have to.”

 “Have to?”

 Henry took another spoonful of ice cream and sighed out. He looked like he was thinking about something, and you gave him the time needed.

 “Yeah, when I was a kid, I was heavy--,” he began sighing. “I was a fat kid, and it meant I got teased and bullied a lot. My nickname was fat, Cavill.”

 “Oh no, that’s horrible.”

 “Yeah, plus I was at private school. Let’s just say—it was hard, really hard. I had some dark times, and I’d be lying if I said it didn’t stick with me some even to this day.”

 You bit your bottom lip, reached your hand out, and rested it on his knee. Your heart sank thinking about what he’d gone through. You knew how painful words could be, especially as a child. “I’m sorry. Kids can be such assholes.”

 Henry snorted and gave your hand a gentle squeeze. “They sure can.”

 “Plus, I could tell working out is a joy for you. I’m not blind, and neither is the female population of the world and some of the male.”

 Henry’s laugh was unexpected but welcomed all the same. You liked his laugh, and the more you heard it, the more it was becoming one of your favorite sounds.

 “Seriously though, I’m sorry you went through that. I know it couldn’t have been easy to work through.”

 He looked down at your hand that was still on his knee and nodded before he cleared his throat.

 “You mentioned you’re close with your grandmother?”

 Taking your hand back, you rearranged the blanket again and nodded. “I did. Yeah. She’s my mother’s mother, and she is—she’s my world.” With a soft smile on your lips, you quickly went through your fondest memories with her.

 “I don’t think it’s healthy to depend on her as much as I do, but--.” You shrugged. “She helps me with so much, like being forgiving, being more open, being a better person in general. She gets me and doesn’t judge me or make me feel like something is wrong with me. In her eyes, I’m—Corrin, my middle name, and it’s great. All the pressure I constantly carry around is gone.”

 Talking about how much your gramaw meant to you made you emotional, and the sting of tears in your eyes told you just how emotional you’d gotten.

 “That’s great to have at least one person in your life that can do that for you. you’re lucky.”

 “Yes, ha, she’s—uh, she’s the reason I’m here,” you confessed. Henry looked very interested to know what you meant.

 “How so?”

 “She uh, she just reminded me of a few things and pointed some other things out to me,” you said, giving him the CliffsNotes version. You could tell it wasn’t going to cut it, though, so you continued. “She pretty much made me think from a  different perspective, the one that I was desperately trying to ignore.”

 Henry still looked interested, but he nodded. “I have to thank her because I’m glad she changed your mind.”

 You studied him for a little while as you put another spoonful into your mouth. “Are you?”

 Henry didn’t look away or give way to any emotion on his face. He just nodded. “Yes. I’m glad you’re here.”

 You didn’t see any indication that he was lying or stretching the truth. You did notice that the pull between you was still there. Henry was the first to look away this time, and the two of you continued to share the half-gallon container of ice cream while chatting. He told you more about his private school days and painted a clearer image of what he was like as a boy, and the image you got was absolute adorableness and tenacity.

 By the time you both walked back inside, two hours had passed, and the beginning of the sunrise was peeking out behind the mountains. You stood in the long hall that separated your room from his clutching the sheet wrapped around you and your notebook.

 “So, in the morning—or a few hours we’ll catch a flight out,” Henry confirmed.

 “Still won’t tell me where to?”

 Henry smiled, rubbed the back of his neck, and shook his head. “You don’t like surprises, do you? This is the fifth time you’re trying to pry it out of me.”

 You pinched your lips then groaned. “No, no. It’s not that I don’t like surprises. I love surprises—well, good ones. I just like to know every detail. I like--.”

 “Being in control,” Henry finished, hitting the nail right on the head. You knew it was the loss of control that was making you antsy.

 You closed your eyes and slowly breathed out.

 “Yes. I guess I might have a control problem.”

 Henry looked very amused. “Might?”

 The two of you laughed together, and you couldn’t believe the call out.

 “Shut up.”

 “It’s okay. I get it. I like control too, a whole lot, and I don’t usually like when control is taken from me, but I’ve gotten better with it. Now, I won’t die if my control is taken. Then—it felt like it.”

 You nodded at yet another thing you had in common. It was becoming more than you could count on your fingers.

 “Good for you, but I—I might die.”

 Henry laughed again, this time not with you, at you.

 “I’m going to make you a promise. By the end of this vacation, you will be better at giving me control,” Henry said, his voice so deep and commanding that your spine tingled. When the tingling traveled around to your gut and moved downward, you clutched the sheet tighter.

 “Oh, will I?”

 He smirked; it was a cocky one. “Yes, you will. I don’t break promises. Never have.”

 Your eyes locked, and that tingling intensified, making your lady parts beg for some attention. He was downright captivating, and it was so hard staying on your side of the hall.

 “All you have to know is that I won’t abuse my control. You can trust that. You can trust me.”

 You almost made the yikes face hearing the T-word. You knew he remembered you saying that trust was a tricky thing for you, and you also knew this was probably a test. You were in between a rock and a hard place. After sighing out, you spoke.

 “Okay.”

 “But, you do have to say these five words, though,” Henry said with a smirk.

 “What?”

 “I—relinquish—control—to—you.”

 With every word, his voice got deeper and deeper, his eyes more and more focused on you. It was so easy to get lost in them, and he must have known it.

“Uh—no. I can’t say that.”

 “Sure you can. I know it’s not easy, but I promise you will not regret it.”

 Your nose flared, heart raced, mouth went dry, all points of your anxiety. You hated feeling backed in a corner, and you hated giving away your control even more.

 “Will you relinquish control to me?”

 With a grin, he spoke, “I will.”

 “When?”

 “One day,” Henry said, that grin still on his face.

 Of course he’d say that you thought. “How about, I will try,” you appeased.

 “Nope. Not good enough. I want it all, Aliya.”

 You groaned and ruffled your curls, still clutching the sheet with one hand. He was not going to let up.

 “God, Henry.”

 He didn’t say anything, just waited. He didn’t even look pressed like he was worried you’d say no. He looked confident, commanding, and in complete control, and it called to you. There had never been any other man who you’d ever thought about giving control to. None of them felt like him. He felt different.

 “I,” Henry perked up but kept his eyes firmly on yours. another thing you loved about him. “Relinquish—control,” you paused again, feeling the full weight of the words you were going to release. You weren’t just saying that you were giving him control to make the decisions. You were giving him control, period. That was when the panic picked up. “Control to,” you rolled your eyes then hissed. “You.”

 The silence stretched, but the longer it went on, the less anxious you felt. Yeah, there was some residual panic lingering, but the look in his eyes only comforted you.

 “Thank you. I know how hard that was for you,” Henry softly said.

 You looked down and took a shaky breath. “You have no idea.” When you looked back at him, he was still staring at you. “Okay. Well, good night, Henry.”

 “Good night, Aliya.”

 A visible shiver ran through you, but you ignored it and turned around to walk to your bedroom door. After a few steps, you stopped and smiled as an idea formed. Instead of walking forward, you turned around and walked back to him. Once close enough, you tiptoed, threaded your fingers into his hair at the nape of his neck, then pulled his head down to yours. It was then you pressed your lips to his.

 From the second your lips touched, it felt like you’d been standing out in the rain and gotten hit but a lightning bolt. Your moan was loud, and once it slipped out, Henry grabbed you, pulled you flush against him, and held you there. The hand on your hip squeezed while his right hand sneaked around your back to press his palm against your tailbone. That was when you realized you wanted more—a lot more. You sucked his bottom lip into your mouth, then nibbled, sinking your nails into his curls. You were second away from dropping the sheet, so you pulled back, grasping to the fraying threads of your self-control. Henry’s eyes were still closed, giving you a few extra seconds to admire his beauty. He still had the same effect as the first time he’d kissed you. 

 “Good night, Henry,” you said again, pecking his lips once more before walking away again.

 Though you’d given relinquished control, you just took a little of it back. It felt good.

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Moonlight (Alex Morgan x Reader)

your girlfriend alex decides to take you on a cute, ocean side sunset date, but little do you know she may just have one more surprise planned for you...

word count: 901 ish

a/n: no request for this one, just an idea i had for a short, 900 word imagine of pure and utter fluff. enjoy! :)

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“Tell me.”

“No.”

“Tell me.”

“No!”

“Alright fine...but still tell me.”

“Y/N!” Alex laughed. You couldn’t see your girlfriend’s stunning blue eyes from behind her sunglasses, her face half covered by hair which was being blown every which way from the open windows. Her smile was bright and her skin was tanned and you swear you’ve never seen anything more beautiful.

“Okay but I don’t get why you don’t just tell me. How do I know I’m not allergic to the place you’re taking me? What if you’re going to drive me to a place far away to kill me and hide the evidence?”

“Do you listen to the words you say before you speak or do they just come out?”

“Depends on my mood but Alex why won’t you tell me?” You pouted.

Alex chuckled and put her hand over yours. “It’s a surprise babe. You’re not supposed to know.”

“But i-“

Alex cut you off. “Just sit back, be quiet and let me be romantic dammit!”

Well that sure shut you up.

“You’re lucky I love you. I would’ve slapped anyone else who talks to me like that.” You huffed, crossing your arms.

Despite your annoyance, you couldn’t help but smile at your girlfriend’s grin, because how could you not smile when she did?

When the vehicle came to a stop, Alex got out quickly, walking to your side to open the door for you. You rolled your eyes at the action but couldn’t fight off the smile making it’s way across your face.

The two of you walked side by side, Alex refusing to let you carry anything, eventually relenting after dropping a few items multiple times.

You could smell the ocean before you saw it, the salty air filling your nose as the breeze kept your hair out of your face.

The sun was just starting to set, painting the once clear blue sky with faint strokes of pink and orange.

“It’s beautiful.”

“Not as beautiful as you.”

You scoffed and gave her a half hearted shove at the cheesiness.

You turned back towards the ocean once more, letting the sights and scents overtake you.

Once you turned back towards Alex, you found the forward had already sat down on the blanket she laid out a few seconds prior.

Sitting down next to her, you couldn’t help but admire the sight in front of you. Golden rays peaked out through her wind blown hair, the strands blending into the masterpiece of the sky.

Eyes as blue as the ocean met yours, and you couldn’t help but whisper, “I love you.”

Alex let out a smile brighter than the sun and replied, “I love you too.”

The forward cupped your cheek, the two of you meeting half way. “You are so gorgeous," Alex whispered into the light kiss, distant thunder rolling through her like it was a physical force.

Alex broke the kiss and pouted “I think it’s going to rain.”

“How romantic.” You giggled, opting to kiss the forward again rather than worry about it.

The wind picked up and rustled the tree tops, a forewarning to the incoming storm. It nearly swallowed the sound of the exhale as the forward smiled against you, warm breath caressing your mouth. "You drive me crazy."

And then. And then. A whisper against your lips that was louder than the storm in the sky.

“Marry me.”

“What?” There was an incredulous look in your eye. There was no doubt that you had heard her, but a part of you just couldn’t believe it.

“Marry me. You’re the one I think about when I see flowers. Or the ocean. Or anything even remotely romantic. You’re my favorite anomaly in this world and i-“

You cut her off with a kiss.

“Yes you idiot I’ll marry you.” You whisper.

Alex met your lips with glee, the first drops of rain starting to fall.

She let out a surprised yelp when you laid back, pulling her down with her.

The forward kneeled over you, legs on both sides of your hips, her upper body shielding the you from the falling water drops.

For a long time neither of you moved, both just soaking in the sight of each other, so calm and so in love. Blue eyes turned a golden green, shining in the surreal half-light that filled the stormy night.

There was silence after that, but not inactivity. Gazing upon another, with the curiosity of new titles, the wonder of 'how did this happen?' and the satisfaction of being wrapped up in each other without barriers keeping them apart.

You shared caresses, you shared kisses and somewhere along the way the tempest had raged itself into the ground.

When the storm had calmed, you held onto each other on dried grass for a while, tangled up in each other for long enough to watch the moonrise stretch itself tentatively through the fractures of clouds and stars that littered the night sky.

And when it was time to leave the place you had made you own, you picked up what you had brought here, and wandered back to where reality called.

But the night would be forever remembered, imprinted firmly into your memories and hearts.

Along the whole way back, Alex kept her fingers firmly tangled with yours, the ring perched there shining as it caught the moonlight.

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

❛ POP THE QUESTION ❜

with Nestor Oceteva.

Request: Nestor dating Baby Sister Reyes and him asking EX and Angel and Filipe permission to Marry her

BY @cherieann-2001

Warnings: none.

Word count: about 1.3k

Aurora says: this writing hasn't been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I'm sorry about that!

Gif credits: @angels-reyes

Masterlist.

“Aren't you gonna tell me where are we going?”

“No”.

“Aren't you gonna tell me how you managed to make Miguel break you from your chains for two days?”

“No”.

Lying on its side of your seat, you narrow your eyes trying to figure out what the hell is going on, watching him feign being so focused on the road that nothing else matters.

“What are you hiding?”

“Sorry, I can't hear you, the music is too loud!��� He says turning up the volume of the radio, making you chuckle, leaning over your seat to kiss his cheek.

“Fuck, no”. Angel just said, with his eyebrows frowned in a serious gesture.

“Son, she's your sister, but she's also my daughter. And I make the decision”. Felipe was more calmed than Nestor thought when he called them to meet in your house.

“Dad, he fucking works with the Cartel”. Your older brother highlighted, maintaining your boyfriend out of a business you didn't even know.

“I work for Miguel, not the Cartel”.

“Same shit, madafaka”. Angel smashed the table with the tip of his forefinger, leaning over it.

EZ placed a hand on his brother's chest to push him back on his chair, trying to calm him at all cost. They know that you love Nestor more than you love yourself. He has been your everything since three years ago, before the Mayans started to work with Galindo. He has taken care of you in your worst, and cheered you in your best days. Without complaining a single time. Always with a soft smile on his lips, following you to the end. And he was there, facing two beasts and their master, to do the right thing. He didn't have to ask them permission, but he knows how much you love your family and he just wanted to do the right thing.

“I want to make her happy, to give her a life and a family”.

“She already has a life and a fam—”. Before your older brother could finish talking, your father slapped his nape to make him shut up.

“Why did you come to me? Why didn't you ask her directly, mijo?” The old man questioned, crossing his arms over the edge of the table.

“I wanted to ask you first. I wanted to do the right thing, señor Reyes”.

For his mental health, you fall asleep of boredom, surrounding his right arm with yours and your head resting on his shoulder. Nestor loves to travel with you, only for moments like that, enjoying the things he loves the most: you too close to him, trusting him with your life, and drive. He has the window lowered, letting the fresh air of Cali coast flood the big black SUV, while the sun is falling on the horizon to welcome the night. Your destiny is in less than one hour, but he's not going to wake you up until reaching it. Last night you were working in the hospital till late, so he knows well that you're not going to wake up by yourself.

At this point of the day, Los Angeles is almost collapsed. But he takes some long streets, avoiding traffic jams to Santa Monica. You were studying there and you told him once that you used to study your final exams lying on the sand. So, Nestor knows that it's the perfect place to do it, being aware that you drive there whenever you feel low or you need to run away to think.

Parking the car next to the empty beach, thanking god to be alone there, he takes off his seat belt before undoing yours. Putting away a tuft of hair behind your ear, he leans to your cheek to kiss it gently.

“Reina, wake up”. He whispers caressing the side of your head, touching your nose with his.

“Are we already?” You reply somewhat sleepy, sitting up to rub your eyes with your knuckles until focusing your gaze through the glass. “Wh— Are w—Are we in Santa Mónica?”

“Looks like”. He smirks with a hand over the steer wheel, so proud of seeing you smile this big. “C'mon”.

Stepping out from the car, feeling happy like a child in the fair, you stretch both arms over your head as you stretch your legs, before walking towards your boyfriend. Surrounding his waist with both arms, he leads you towards the beginning of the sand. It feels good to be back after some months, in which you have wanted to escape sometimes. But sharing your special place with him, made worth for the wait. The breeze is soft and warm, closing your eyes and getting focused on the caresses on your back, the salty smell and the sound of the waves breaking in the shore. That's everything you need.

Finding a place close to it, you sit down between Nestor's legs and your back resting over his chest. His arms wrapping your neck, sinking his face into the space between your skin and his, having a deep breath to find the encouragement he needs to pop the question. And you can feel him lightly shaking, not knowing why. It's not cold, being a perfect temperature for Los Angeles.

“(Y/N), you know that I love you, right?”

For you, that's pretty random in a place like that, turning your face frowning softly with confusion. He didn't bring you to break up with you, and that only has a reason then. Practically jumping out from his arms, standing up on your knees you turn around towards him with a surprised gesture on your face. And he knows you found it out at the exact moment you pout at him about to cry, sitting on your heels.

“I ju—just asked if you know that I love you!” He chuckles nervously.

“Nestor…” You mutter with a low tone and your lips trembling.

“Oh, c'mon! You can't fucking know it just because of what I said”. Now, he breaks into laughs, watching you cry softly. “Nah, okay, com'ere, reina”.

Raising his arms to your hips, pushing you somewhat closer, he holds your hands to interlace your fingers.

“Last night I went to your house, to ask your father and your brothers for your hand”. Nestor confesses, with his dark eyes fixed on yours, making you laugh between teeth imagining the situation. “So…”

Loosening one of your hands, you can see him tucking it into a pocket to grab a small black box with a golden heart drawn on top of it. Using both hands to open it, he takes the golden ring with a shiny diamond on it, placing it almost in front of your eyes.

“(Y/N) Reyes, would you make me the mos—”.

“Yes”. You cry out nodding.

“No, no. Shut up! I've been preparing it for a month and you already fucked up with your smart ass”. He laughs covering your mouth for a second. “(Y/N) Reyes, would you make me the luckiest man on earth by marrying me?”

“No”. You tease him laughing and crying at the same time.

“Nah, fuck it, you're gonna marry me anyway”. He ignores you, putting in the ring and admiring for a second how good it looks in your finger, before jumping into him. “Te amo demasiado, mi reina”.

You can't say anything else, hugging him tightly as you fill his face with kisses, all around his cheeks, his lips, his forehead, his chin. Everywhere. If you thought that Nestor couldn't make you more happy, you were wrong.

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Transience

This is my contribution to @mlwriterzine Once Upon A Season! It was a pleasure to be a part of the project and the finished piece (a gorgeous 260 page paperback) was a treat!

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Adrien is and always has been a young man of many talents. He excels in sports, outshines in academics, and loves tinkering with the vintage 1962 Ferrari he keeps in a secret garage just up the road from their belle-époque penthouse apartment in Paris. So honestly, Marinette shouldn’t have been surprised upon finding a sailing yacht waiting for them in the luxurious marina of Saint-Tropez.

“Um...” Gobsmacked, Marinette slips off her sandals and follows him over the exquisitely varnished toerail, “... since when do you know how to drive a boat?”

“Since I was eight.” Adrien shrugs as if it’s no big deal. “Mère loved to come down every year to watch the annual regatta. She even sailed in a few of them herself.”

“Wow.” Marinette’s eyes grow wide as she gawks at the opulent 16 metre sailboat. She’d never dreamt of setting foot on one, let alone cruising on one through the French Riviera for a week on her honeymoon. Elated, Marinette can hardly keep the stars from her eyes as she drops her shoulder bag and scampers across the deck until she reaches the front of the vessel, splaying her arms out wide.

“I’m the king of the world!” she cries, laughing as Adrien runs along behind her and plants his hands on her hips, holding her steady.

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes.” She grins into the salty breeze coming off the Mediterranean and steps onto the first rung of the railings. “Just don’t let me fall overboard.”

“You’ll be flying soon, M’Lady.” Adrien pulls her against his chest and presses a kiss to her temple, his stubble scratching softly against her skin. “But first, we have some fenders to collect.”

Marinette blinks. “Uh... what exactly is a fender?”

Adrien’s indulgent laughter echoes in the headsail. “You’re about to get a crash course in Sailing 101, Buginette. Are you ready to be my first mate?”

Marinette spins around in his arms and bops him on the nose. “Teach me everything you know, Captain Kitty.”

Adrien hums, tipping her chin upwards to kiss her lips. “I like the sound of that.”

~

After a few minutes of acquiring her sea legs, Marinette and Adrien Dupain-Cheng are off amidst the serene waves of la Côte d'Azur for a honeymoon trip of a lifetime. Marinette can’t keep her eyes off of the hill-perched towns dotting the coastline, sun-drenched and prismatic against the turquoise waters of the Med. Beside her, Adrien keeps their vessel steady, his seasoned gaze trained on the horizon as they pull out of port and soar northwards, the wind at their every beck and call.

For centuries, every Parisian worth their salt flocked to the French Riviera to soak up the Mediterranean sun and the Agreste’s were no different, once upon a time. Adrien’s childhood memories aboard the Éphémère remind him of bouillabaisse and happier days spent scampering across deck pretending to be a pirate in search of buried treasure. It’s something he hopes he can share with his own children one day, especially now that he and his wife no longer have to spend every spare moment of their lives fighting Hawk Moth.

Sensing her husband’s pensive mood, Marinette snuggles deeper into his side as the afternoon sun begins to dip towards the horizon. She doesn’t need Adrien to assure her that their evenings onboard together will be positively serene with nothing but the seabirds to obstruct the sunset that will surely steal their breath away. He kisses her forehead and hugs her close, his guiding light within the storm that had been brewing since his childhood. After all those years of rough seas at the hands of his father, things were finally settling into an even keel.

Marinette learns the ins and outs of sailing quickly, securing lines and watching for traffic as they navigate along the seaboard of Saint Raphaël . Jibs and boons soon become a part of her vocabulary, and once they've successfully moored in the neighbouring marina, Marinette feels like she's run a marathon.

"That was exhausting," she groans, slumping into the cushions on the sundeck.

Adrien beams, having barely broken a sweat. "Come on; I'll make it worth your while."

Hauling her back onto her feet, Adrien leads her down into the main cabin. All clean lines and warm teak, Marinette leaves her duffel bag on the sofa and explores the spacious interior with curious eyes, carding her fingers through the decades old fashion magazines stacked in a woven basket resting on the floor. He leaves her to explore and hauls their luggage and a cooler down the ladder, filling the marine fridge with fixings for their first dinner outside of Paris. It's peaceful, with nothing but the sounds of the waves to keep them company.

The lights are warm and low in their galley kitchen, a cozy escape from the endless vistas of rocky crags and pastel-orange buildings whose narrow streets spill into the sea. Their table is just large enough for two wicker placemats and a bottle of Mouton-Cadet; old vases filled with seaglass and shells rest on every side table, their edges wrapped in nautical rope. By the counter, Marinette grates a snowy pile of Pecorino cheese over a mound of steaming spaghetti while beside her Adrien grinds fresh pepper into a ramekin, his stomach growling after an afternoon spent at sea. A comfortable silence ebbs and flows between them as the evening tide laps against the hull, drawing them towards the tangy, indulgent nest of cacio e pepe they made together.

~

Marinette wakes the next morning to the smell of fresh coffee and a deftly wrapped gift on the bedside table of their lavish master cabin. Slipping her bare legs across the silk sheets as she sits up, she opens her present and plucks one of her own Chat Noir inspired creations from the tissue paper along with a note attached inside.

Care to go for a dip with me, M’Lady?

Marinette snorts and ties the black and neon green bikini up at the neck and hips, leaving a few very tantalizing strings to pull should Adrien let his feline instincts get the best of him. Goodness knows he wouldn’t be able to resist himself, what with the way he could hardly keep his hands off of her last night while they were trying to find a deck of cards in the saloon. She glances at herself in the mirror to wipe the sleep from her eyes and quickly fastens her hair into a loose ponytail, ready to tease her husband senseless.

“Welcome to Cannes!” he announces as she emerges from below deck, mesmerized by the morning sun illuminating his blond hair like a halo. He’s gorgeous in every sense of the word, thoughtful and generous and unfailingly kind, and even in his darkest moments, he never ceases to steal her breath away.

“It’s beautiful,” she whispers, hooking her fingers into the belt loops of his chinos, “but not as beautiful as you.”

A ruddy flush blooms across his cheeks, a constant victim to her soft-spoken praises. “I can hardly compete against you, Buginette, especially when you’re wearing that.”

“I don’t know...” She grazes her fingernails against his bare chest and smirks as the familiar rumble in his sternum kicks into low gear. “I think the sun suits you.”

“Enough to consider moving down here for good?”

Marinette shrugs; keeping their lives rooted in Paris has been a point of contention between them since the arrest of his father. “Not permanently, no, but I wouldn’t protest if we vacationed here more often.”

“I’ll keep that in mind next time you overwork yourself,” he responds, closing his eyes as she continues to explore the chiseled planes of his abs. She’s always been gifted when it comes to distractions and this morning is no different; like wayfaring on a starless night, she’s always been the beacon to guide his way. “Now, I thought I invited you up here for a swim?”

“You did.” Marinette steps back, giving him the merciful reprieve he’d needed to calm his beating heart. “And it is kind of hot up here.”

His grip on the ship’s wheel tightens. “No thanks to you.”

“Easy there, Captain Kitty.” Marinette smirks, flicking the golden bell sewn to the bridge of her bikini top. “Race you!”

“Hey!” he gapes at her, scandalized. “I still have to drop anchor!”

Marinette giggles as she zooms past him, leaping off the back of the boat with delight. “Last one in the water has to make breakfast!”

~

Meandering through the Medieval streets of the old city, Marinette and Adrien pause to catch a glimpse of Villefranche-sur-Mer ’s idyllic harbour. There’s an enormous cruise ship dominating the horizon and Adrien is thankful that they’d brought their disguises in tow. No one has recognized either of them with the way they’ve camouflaged themselves in their floppy beach hats and oversized sunglasses.

Marinette spends the afternoon popping in and out of boutiques with turquoise shutters, snapping photos and picking up little trinkets along the way. They stop for lunch at a peaches-and-cream couloured bistro nestled against the water’s edge, its open windows basking the sunlit stone walls with salt-scented air. Adrien joyfully devours his meal, a simply grilled loup de mer with fennel and lemon, while Marinette chatters over a bowl of Niçoise octopus salad that she had been eager to try since spotting it on the chalkboard menu outside.

“It feels weird, not having them around.” Adrien balances a piece of julienned fennel between the tines of his fork. “It’s the first time I’ve taken my ring off in ten years.”

“I promise you, Tikki and Plagg are appreciating their vacation too,” Marinette assures him around a mouthful of cherry tomatoes. “They deserve a break after what happened. We both do.”

Adrien nods and is quiet for a while.

~

“When I was a kid, I used to watch the cliff divers jump into that cove,” Adrien mentions as they sail by, pointing towards a sharp craig jutting from the coastline. “I always wanted to do it myself. Maybe I will.”

“You’re free to do whatever you want now.” Marinette smiles into the wind, the skirt of her sundress billowing up passed her thighs. “So chart us a course, Captain Kitty. Where are we going next?”

“First, we’re stopping in Èze .” Adrien brushes his bangs from his eyes and relishes in being at the helm of transience. “There are galleries all over the place that I know you’ll love. And we have a dinner reservation. I thought you’d appreciate the view.”

Marinette lowers her sunglasses. “I like the view here just fine, thanks.”

“I could say the same thing about you.” Adrien smirks and snags her by the hips, easily hauling her up onto the dash of the cockpit. She squeals as he savours the salt on her skin as he plants a kiss on her knee in mock apology. “There. Now I have you right where I want you.”

She kicks and he dodges easily, catching her foot with lightning fast reflexes born from being merged with the Black Cat Miraculous for so long. It’s a familiar song and dance between them, a playful contest sparking in their eyes as he peppers kisses along her ankle, her calf, anywhere he can reach. He stops just shy of the constellation of freckles at the hem of her dress and makes eye contact through his lashes, flashing her a mischievous Chat Noir smile. “I wonder if you’re ... ticklish?

Marinette shrieks as Adrien starts tickling her toes, running his fingernails up and down the arches of her feet. She’s tortured him a thousand times by attacking his sides when he least expected it so he figures it’s about time he seeks revenge. “Adrien! Stop!”

He doesn’t, of course, and chooses to memorize each and every facet of her beauty instead; her smile and her pained laughter, her marks and scars from the final battle only a month before their wedding day. “I’m never letting you go!”

“You’re going to— stop it! —have to if we ever want to get to Èze .” Marinette manages to wrench her ankle free and hops down from the ledge, landing easily in his outstretched arms. “That is, unless you want to crash.”

“If we shipwreck,” Adrien bends low and devours that little spot on her neck that makes her weak every time, “promise me you won’t hog the whole door?”

Marinette bursts into laughter. “Are we seriously going to have this debate again?”

“I’m serious! Jack could have totally fit on that— mmpf! ”

Cupping his cheeks, Marinette hurriedly kisses away the space between them and silences his long-winded debate once and for all. It’s an effective way to shut him up—all things considered—and an astonished gasp spirals from his lips as she hoists herself up his body and brackets his hips with her thighs. She claims him, covets him, her tongue sweeping across his lower lip, and he’s helpless to her siren’s song as he braces her against the cockpit’s controls and clings to her like a drowning man.

“Alright, you win.” Breathless and lightheaded, Adrien pulls back after a while just to soak her in, to remind himself that he’s married to the most beautiful woman in the world. He gazes in awe as she recovers, her flushed cheeks and parted lips swollen and wet. Adrien is drawn back in like a magnet, kissing her with every intention of stealing her breath away.

She buries her hands in his hair, her nails gently scraping against his scalp as Adrien all but melts in her embrace, groaning with pleasure. He deepens their kiss, and Adrien feels drunk with his desire to claim, their passion speaking more than words between them ever could. Every gasp and moan conveys their everlasting partnership and the terror of nearly losing one another in the whirlwind. Shell-shocked and injured, they still held their wedding ceremony, even as the fallout had tugged at their ankles, gossip and chaos pooling around their feet. Together, they’d inherited an empire he’d never wanted in the first place, thrusting them into a world unprepared and raw with nothing but each other as a tether in the storm.

“I love you,” she murmurs against his lips, her heartbeat hammering a tattoo inside her chest. He can feel it against his own, fast and strong and wonderfully alive. “We’ll get through this; together.”

Later, as they draw nearer to the charming port town of Èze, Adrien draws her close and hopes she never leaves his side. “Where to, Miss?”

Marinette smiles. “To the stars.”

~

Nothing comes so abundantly as time when you’re sailing through the seemingly endless vistas of the Med. Their honeymoon stretches on for longer than a week simply because it can; he owns their floating home-away-from-home and she’s working remotely, snagging a Wi-Fi signal whenever they’re in port.

Neither of them seem to be in any hurry to leave the solace of the French Riviera behind. It’s where he’s feasted on fresh seafood and felt better than he has in weeks. It’s where they’ve kissed and made love under the stars a thousand times over. It’s where he’s confessed his doubts about living in Paris and where she’s supported his struggle to leave his father behind.

They’re moored in Antibes tonight and the skies are awash in vibrant pinks and apricot. He drizzles balsamic vinegar onto a shimmering pond of Italian olive oil; she wears hair pins with flowers on them and pours wine like an expert, heedless to the way he’s staring at her like she’s his only source of air.

“I love you,” he whispers. It’s enough.

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the voice of paradise | c.sb

Choi Soobin

❦ genre: fluff, soobin x reader, soobin siren!au, maybe a bit of angst

❦ description: you had always loved the ocean and everything in it. all it took was one boy to remind you why you started liking it in the first place.

❦ word count: 7.3k

❦ warnings!!: mentions alcohol intake, making out, maybe a bit suggestive but not really. i didn’t proofread

a beach can be one of the most calming places. the heavy air blowing away your problems - the sound of the waves and smell of the sea taking over your senses with your feet in the warm sand. everything seems to come together - the sand, the sun, and the deep blue sea. albeit, every now and then the waves can be dangerous, rough as they pull you further in until you suddenly get dragged under - never being able to find your way back.

you happened to be one of those who loved the ocean in all of its blue glory, making sure to visit it every chance you got.

seeing how more than majority of the ocean is unmapped or unexplored, it makes it a mystery. and what could you say... you happened to be a very curious person.

nowadays you keep it on the downlow, but you swear you saw a mermaid when you were little. nobody believes you, but you could never forget the shiny purple scales, belonging to an abnormally large tail. ever since then you’ve aimed to find out more about mermaids and hopefully see one again.

living by the ocean had its perks. one being that you were able to live your college life on the coast, giving you plenty of opportunities to become a marine biologist. another being riding the waves, although you hadn’t done much of anything in the water. you may be obsessed with what lurks in the ocean, but for some reason when the water envelopes you, it sparks an unknown feeling within you.

when you were younger, you had gotten into a bad accident. it was so bad that you still - to this day- can’t seem to remember what happened that day or really anything before that day. your parents always said that you nearly drowned, but you had a feeling it was more than that. this feeling had probably stemmed from the fact that the one thing you were able to remember from before the incident was the mermaid tail.

you were lost in your thoughts, but the loud ruckus easily interrupted your thinking. it was an extremely hot day out, so everyone seemed to be chilling at the beach, you included. even though you were one to enjoy the beach by yourself, your friend decided to drag you out here with all of your classmates. while she was flirting with surfer boy beomgyu, you were stuck looking off into the distance.

the waves were kind of rough today, forcing out anyone who dare enter, out.

“y/n! do you want to come on in with us?” your friend, jisoo, asked pointing to the body of water.

you shook your head with a smile, “i’ll stick with my crab friends.” your friend, who had expected that from you, shrugged her shoulders as she ran into the water.

you couldn’t lie to yourself, there were times when you wished to join in on the cooling, salty water. the only thing that stopped you was the feeling that something was blocking you from the beautiful sea. it was similar to a mental block. today, this block seemed worse than other days. there was an odd feeling today, as if any attempt at touching the water, the troubling waves would release their wrath on you.

while sitting and enjoying the sun that was warming your skin, you couldn’t help but laugh at your friend, who continued to fall off of beomgyu’s board. “geez! one more wipe out and you may end up a water creature yourself!” you called out, laughing at the two heads that turned towards you. beomgyu laughed along before looking back at your friend, probably telling her what to do next time. jisoo, on the other hand, flew a middle finger at you.

shaking your head you wanted to see if she could actually ride the wave long enough. sure enough jisoo started off pretty well, until she once again fell off. this time she didn’t come up as quick, sending a jolt of panic through you. you kept your eyes on the water. she wasn’t coming up. beomgyu, who had been watching, also seemed panicked, but he couldn’t seem to make it to her. the amount of waves he had to go under, still not being enough.

your body reacted quickly, jumping up from your towel and running on the sand. when your reached the wet sand, it seemed like a last warning, the troubling feeling seeming to fight the adrenaline rushing through your veins. although hesitating a bit, you ran into the water, ignoring the shiver that ran up your body.

when you were waist deep, you happened to see the girl you were looking for pop up, laughing. “did I scare you?” she laughed. you didn’t know whether to be relieved or angry as your body told itself that there was no danger. now that you knew your friend was okay, you couldn’t help the feeling of being watched, however, when you looked around there seemed to be no one paying you any mind.

you let out a heavy sigh. “not cool.” you hit her in the shoulder. “just be glad i’m not drowning you right this moment.” your clothes were now soaked from the splashing that occurred while trying to make it to your friend.

“hey! you made fun of me first besides at least I got you out in the water.” she did have a point, but it made you aware that you were now in the cool water. you missed the feeling, but there was apart of you that was screaming at you to get out.

beomgyu has finally made it to jisoo. “never do that again! i thought i killed you.” his face had worry written all over it as he wrapped an arm over her shoulders.

you gave a look to jisoo, wiggling your eyes, to which she narrowed her eyes and mouthed shut up.

“I need to go change, so you two have fun together.” you smirked at jisoo before turning around and making your way to the safe, warm sand.

“oh yeah! y/n don’t miss the party here tonight! i’ll be expecting you!” beomgyu happened to love parties on the beach. i found them a little dangerous due to the drinking, but there were time when you could just stare off into the abyss as the alcohol seemed to take over. you threw a thumbs up as your feet hit the wet sand. your body seemed to long for water, but your mind continued to tell you that it was a bad idea.

as you were trying to shake off the sand off your towel, you happened to see something reflecting the sunlight. when you turned your head to discover what had caught your eye, you saw what you thought was a purple tail off in the distance. even though your heart jumped at the thought of it, you decided not to get your hopes up. you could of just mistook it as something else.

you left the beach behind to change into dry clothes before the party tonight, unbeknownst to the disaster heading your way.

you couldn’t help the feelings arising in your chest. it seemed as though there were a war going on, not knowing whether you were nervous or excited. there wasn’t any specific reason for feeling this way, you just did.

you had already finished changing a while ago, wearing a comfortable white tube top, paired with some everyday shorts. it would seem to do, not that you would hang around everyone for long.

it was already dark. not letting this rush you, you took your time grabbing what was needed for tonight. there was no use driving, so you planned on meeting jisoo at the bus stop.

the night time breeze eased you as it swept through your hair. the humidity surprisingly wasn’t that bad at this moment. the people that were left out in the dark at this time were all coming home from work or going to parties- similar to what you were doing right now.

the glowing of the bus stop lights seemed to add to the lulling feeling that only seemed to travel through your body. this light feeling was easily disrupted when your excited friend couldn’t hold herself back.

“omg! i’m so ready! beomgyu messaged me saying he wanted to see us a the party. he even said he had a surprise for me.” you couldn’t help but smile at her jittery movements while she stressed about what the surprise could be. her eyes seemed to shine when she talked about him and although you were scared for her, you were also happy.

“why don’t you just confess your feelings for him? also you still need to be careful around your drink with him... i know he’s a good guy but you can never be too cautious.”

“well... it’s not that easy. what if he just sees me as a friend? also gyu wouldn’t do that, but i will still keep track of my drink.” jisoo was now playing around with her fingers, something you didn’t see from the outgoing girl often.

“you think too much about these things. i bet the surprise from beomgyu is a kiss smack dead on the lips.” you smirked, watching as her eyes widened, cheeks turning a light pink shade. jisoo, who didn’t find it funny, hit you on the arm with puffed cheeks.

“what’re you going to do while we’re there?” jisoo asked, watching the bus arrive.

“i don’t know... go wherever the wind takes me,” you chuckled before continuing, “i’ll probably take a walk on the beach with my drink in hand... thinking about how you and beomgyu are probably going to have babies together.” the bus doors opened, so you took this as a chance to escape from the wrath of you best friend. rushing to the seat with a glaring jisoo on your tail, you held your hands out.

“stop teasing me y/n. karma will hit you and then i’ll have a chance to tease you.” you shook your head laughing.

“that is highly unlikely.”

the bus ride didn’t take long- you didn’t live too far from the ocean. before even stepping on the beach, you could hear the chatter and lights from the party. this wasn’t anything unusual... the students from universities around here loved to party.

“y/n speed up! it’s time to have some fun!” jisoo grabbed your wrist, pulling you closer to the ruckus. you weren’t in a party mood, but for some reason you still wound up here. The tiki torches lit the path towards the bonfire. You wouldn’t lie, your classmates were good at hosting parties.

the closer you got, the louder the music and cheering got. one of you classmates, mina, came up to the two of you, tying a rope around your hand to a red solo cup. this would help with picking up the beach later on as people wouldn’t be able to set their drinks down and forget about them.

you could tell your friend was looking for beomgyu, who was nowhere to be seen, probably surfing or planning the surprise. giving up on finding the messy haired boy, the two of you filled up your red solo cups with alcohol.

“hey jisoo... i think i’m going to go walk around for a bit.”

“okay... just be safe and don’t drink too much.” she left towards the bonfire to converse with the rest of the students while you went to the right, towards your favorite part of this beach.

the moon seemed to be asking for admiration, glowing bright and reflected off of the dark sea. the moon was even accompanied by the clear sky, showing the many many stars. if you knew where any of the constellations were, you could easily find them on a night like this.

you were walking slowly, but it seemed that before you knew it, the background noise from the party seemed to disappear. although the further you got, the more distinct another sound was. you couldn’t pinpoint what it was, but your curiosity got the best of you. at first it was so quiet, you thought that you were hearing things. maybe you drank some alcohol, but if you did you didn’t recall. your pace quickened, now hearing a humming.

the humming turned into singing. the voice was smooth- soothing as it pulled you closer. it seemed refreshing, you could listen to it constantly. you didn’t even realize how close the male voice was until you locked eyes with a pair of deep blue eyes. instantly you felt your body stiffen once the singing stopped. the two of you just stared at each other, not even letting out a breath. his purple hair moving with the wind, so perfect that it seemed the wind was on his side. his lengthy body laid relaxed against the rock. your favorite rock, hidden away from the rest of the beach.

“hello there.” the boy smiled as he got up from the sand, walking towards you. you didn’t know how to feel as he walked towards you. was this what it felt like to be awe struck? he was serverly attractive, but why did you feel stuck. the closer he got the more intoxicated you felt. did you even drink before seeing this man? your mind was turning into mush.

“i’m sorry... did i interrupt you?” the words flowed out of your mouth, it was as if you couldn’t control your own body. everything just seemed to slow down, looking into his dark orbs didn’t seem to help.

“not at all. in fact i was getting kind of lonely.” he seemed to scan over you, head to toe. he was handsome and delicate and you couldn’t seem to keep your eyes off of him. he chuckled, noticing your staring. “my names soobin.”

“y/n,” you blurted out, trying to collect yourself, “my names y/n” you needed to get ahold of yourself. when he went to shake your hand, you stumbled. what the hell is wrong with me?

“woah there... i’m guessing you came from that party.” he moved himself beside you, trying to wrap ur arm around his neck. this was a failed attempt as you were too short for him.

“i swear i didn’t drink.” you frowned. but why does it feel like all your senses have gone awire? soobin seemed to be looking at your hand and out of curiosity you witnessed the empty red solo cup attached to your hand. well... this doesn’t help your case.

“okay... i’m sure you didn’t, but let’s get you back to the party. why don’t you get on my back?” he sounded as if he was talking to a puppy. he didn’t believe you, making you huff.

“you don’t believe me. for all we know, i could’ve spilt it. i’m sober, so I can walk myself back. thank. you. very. much.” you spun around, ignoring the dizzy feeling it had stimulated. you heard the boy sigh from behind you.

soobin was frustrated. he knew you didn’t drink the alcohol, after all he was the one who poured it out of the cup. he wondered why you couldn’t just get his help. he knew he could have this affect on people, but they usually listen to him.

“i don’t think that’s a good idea.” he walked behind you, just in case. also waiting for you to stumble, so he could convince you to get on his back. to be fair... this whole situation was kind of sketchy.

“i think... it is an amazing id-” your body dropped. the falling feeling freaked you out, but as you looked around you realized you were now stuck inside one of those holes that people make out of boredom.

“y/n! are you okay?” soobin rushed towards the man made hole, peeking in at your sandy figure.

“yes i’m okay. i just need to get out of here.” you tried climbing out, but the sand continued to fall, not giving you a chance to actually climb.

“here let me help.” soobin leaned towards you, reaching his hand out for you to take. you looked at it, debating whether or not to actually take his hand.

“curse whoever made this so deep.” you mumbled as you looked away from soobin, grabbing his hand. he picked you up with ease, making you realize how strong soobin actually was. the touch only seeming to relax your body as you leaned against him.

your legs were slightly wobbly now, but you didn’t want him to know. pushing yourself away from him, you started walking... very... very slowly. you didn’t want your shaky legs to give you away, so you were extra careful with each step. the sand was all you were focusing on as your feet came in contact with it. you heard a deep sigh from behind you, before feeling human contact and a gush of wind as your feet left the sand. when you looked at the culprit, he wasn’t looking at you- his eyes trained on the direction of the party. you were pressed against his body, face not to far from yours.

“i can walk.” you mumbled, for some reason you were nervous looking at his concentrated face. he didn’t say anything as the chatter of the party came closer. the music seemed to be gone, signifying it was about to end.

“y/n! what the hell? you were gone for so long- who is this?” jisoo ran up to the two of you, eyeing the boy holding you. beomgyu came up from behind her not long after.

“i’m soobin. she ended up running into me and seemed pretty tipsy.” he didn’t even look at you, causing a pain in your heart. you don’t even know why that upset you. he put you down after that.

“y/n i told you not to drink too much... thank you soobin. without you who knows what could’ve happened to her.” you were glaring at the ground now. nothing would’ve happened because I didn’t drink, you thought angrily to yourself.

“jisoo why don’t the two of you sit down. i’ll finish cleaning up and then i can take y’all home.” beomgyu suggested, looking between you and jisoo. jisoo nodded before taking you over to the bonfire. when you looked back at soobin, you could see him and beomgyu conversating.

to say the least, the rest of that night was awful. jisoo spent her time lecturing and teasing you and the intoxicating feeling seemed to disperse not long after soobin left. although you may of preferred the intoxicating feeling over the massive headache you had afterwards.

you had school today and felt a little bit better than last night, the headache slowly subsiding. it was a simple morning- get ready and drive to school, although once you got to the school there was nothing simple about it.

with your car parked you could already see people swarming around the enterance at the school.

“what the hell?” you opened the car door, grabbing your stuff while looking at the loads of people. how were you supposed to get to class with all of these people blocking the enterance?

shutting the car door, you prepared yourself for the pushing you were going to have to do. saying a quick prayer, you headed into the war zone. you tried to peek inside the circle of people- you didn’t want to run into something dangerous. the gossip from the girls however, alerted you of the safety.

“oh wow.”

“he’s cute.”

“i’ve never seen him before.”

you rolled your eyes at the comments, did they really block the enterance for some guy? seeing a small opening, you took your chance to slide through the many many unmoving bodies. you managed to cram yourself in the crowd of people, barely managing to scutter through the small openings. just a few more people and you could make it. the view of the concrete without being infected with feet was calling your name.

“i’ve got this.” huffing, you pushed people aside, eager to reach the spacious area. you had finally managed to escape the last clump of people, finally breathing in the oxygen that they had taken up. readjusting your bag on your shoulders, you left the crowd of students.

“y/n?” your eyes widened as you turned to see who it was that called your name, although as soon as you processed the perfectness of his face, you narrowed your eyes.

“since when did you go here?” you asked, walking towards the door to the school once more. he seemed taken aback by this question, eyes wide and looking around.

“i actually... this is my first day here.” soobin smiled, clutching his backpack straps. cute. your small smile was swept away before anyone was able to tell, at least you hope so.

you crossed your arms as you looked at the boy, while doing so you happened to notice the hundreds of googly eyes coming from behind him. geez creepy much.

“cool.” you dragged out. “well i’m gonna head to class. you have fun doing whatever it is you do.”

“wait!” you stopped on your heels, hearing the quickened footsteps that came closer. “i actually was wondering if you could show me around. wouldn’t want the new kid to get lost right?” he chuckled, rubbing the back of his head with his large hand. seemingly very charming as he looked down at you.

you looked at him, deadpanning while looking at his close up eyes. what a mistake that was. you could get lost in those eyes, sparkling deep blue. they held a mystery in them, calling you in. the longer you looked, the more they felt familiar. you didn’t realize you leaned in until the whispering of the girls got louder and you were met with a wide eyed soobin. his face was inches away from yours, you could’ve felt the heat of his breath if he wasn’t holding it. blinking a few times you backed up, trying not to show your embarrassment.

“i was trying to see if you wear contacts.” you shrugged, knowing full well that was not what you were doing. he didn’t reply, so you coughed trying to ease the tension. “why not ask for someone else to help you?” the best way to avoid what had just happened was to change the subject, which is what you had done.

“i mean... i guess i could’ve, but i’ve met you. here let me compare our schedules. if they’re different i won’t bother you.” the paper in his hand indicating that he was, in fact, looking for his classes. he had his hand out, which you blankly stared at.

“okay fine, but if we don’t have classes together then you have to find someone who does.” he put his hand down once he realized you were just going to look at his. grabbing the paper roughly from the boy, you skimmed his classes. eyes growing wide with each class you read. how is that even possible? it was an exact copy of your schedule, but with soobin’s information on it. soobin had been studying your expressions, that ranged from your furrowed brows in confusion to mouth agape shock.

“we... we uh... wow.” you couldn’t form words as you scanned over his schedule repeatedly. you couldn’t just be seeing things right? “are you stalking me?” you asked, now facing the purple haired boy with skepticism.

“what’re you talking about?” he was clearly confused, trying to peek at his schedule to see if you had seen something he hasn’t.

“nothing... it’s just that we have the exact same schedule.” you handed him his schedule back, still somewhat suspicious of how this happened.

“great! you can show me to our classes and get to know each other. killing two bird with one stone.” his wide smile showing his shiny white teeth, showed no sign of shock. did he not find this weird? the warm contact from the smooth hand enclosing around yours brought you out of your mind. when you looked up at the owner, he had a giddy smile as he waited for you to lead to way. your heart almost melted, but you had to stay on track. something about him was off and you wanted to find out.

rolling your eyes you finally continued on your way to class with a perky lengthy figure beside you. he had started humming which was no doubt as smooth as his singing, if not smoother. the vibrations escaping him and into the air clear as day, canceling out the locker slams and side conversations. you found yourself getting lost in the sound, body loosing up as a floating feeling came about. the weight seemed to be lifted off of your shoulders, stress had vanished into thin air replaced by the relaxed feeling spread across your body. you were so care free at this moment that you didn’t even pay mind to soobin intertwining his fingers with yours.

when you looked back up at him the humming had stopped, causing your mind to long for more. although the floating feeling had left you minutes after, the stress seemed to never find it way back. perhaps that’s why you didn’t mind the way soobin inched closer to you, placing his free hand on your cheek as his thumb ran over it.

his eyes glistened even in the schools bad lighting, but his sparkling eyes were instantly replaced with dark hard eyes. “you really need to remember.” his words sounded harsh, filled with poison, but there seemed to be a bit of hurt. almost as if he was pleading for something. his hand came down to his side while he roughly pulled his other away from yours.

you were frozen, trying to process what had just happened. as the gears turned in your head you couldn’t help but be a little aggravated. “remember what soobin? the class is right there you’re acting as if i got us lost.” you laughed, trying to ease the tensed boy infront of you. this was your way at giving him a warning to calm down.

“but i lost you.” soobin mumbled, it was barely audible, however, you still managed to piece the words together. what nonsense his he speaking?

soobin didn’t say much after that, walking into the classroom as i tailed behind him. you tried to get his attention a few times only for it to fail. it didn’t take long for you to give up, after all if he wouldn’t give you the time of day then why should you keep trying.

the day seemed to go longer today, and you blamed this on the tall lanky figure you couldn’t seem to escape. he didn’t bother you after that, practically ignoring your existence. you refused to be hurt by this, instead choosing not to care.

it was finally time for you to meet up with jisoo at the burger place down the street from your school. at this point you were starving, your stomach whimpering to alert you of it’s needs. you rushed to your car, fumbling with your car keys. all that was on your mind was the juicy thick cheeseburger with a refreshing soda.

the small building known as mac’s burgers had never seemed better as you walked in with a big smile on your face. you would save your little happy dance for later- when you actually take a bite. your footsteps were quick as you headed to the booth containing your best friend.

“hey jisoo!” you smiled, turning to slide into the opposite booth only two be met with two other familiar faces. well... you weren’t expecting that one. your smile seemed to turn fake as you made eye contact with those deep blue eyes, reminding you of the ocean.

you scoot into the booth with jisoo in it as you turn to beomgyu, “hey to you too beomgyu.” you smiled, ignoring the jittery boy next to him. were you being a little petty... maybe, but he started it.

jisoo seemed to notice this, giving you a questionable look- elbowing you in the side.

“and hi again soobin.” you made sure to exaggerate how you were clearly displeased he was still around you.

soobin didn’t seem to mind as he shot you a small smile and mimicked your sentence, but with a pleasure filled tone. your blood started to boil and you don’t really understand why. it just seemed like he was testing your limits today and you were not having it.

silence seemed to envelop the four of you as the air became awkward. “okay well... why don’t i go order for us?” beomgyu smiled, attempting to sneak away from the tense air by taking note of our orders.

“so soobin... are you single?” jisoo leaned against the table- placing her chin on her palm. “i’m asking for a friend.” she added. of course she would be trying to set you up with this dude.

you looked away from the two of them, focusing on the couple diagonal of your booth, in order to look uninterested. it’s not that you cared... you were just curious.

“yes actually...” a small smile adorned your face as you bit your tongue to stop yourself. “however there’s this girl that I’m interested in. she doesn’t even seem to remember who i was to her.” your smile didn’t last long, suddenly back in a bad mood.

“then why not show her?” you turned your head to soobin, completely forgetting that jisoo was there. you looked pretty irritated, not understanding why he couldn’t just tell the girl who the hell he was.

jisoo sat there eyes wide- shocked at your sudden outburst. “y/n...” her voice was quiet, but was strong, warning you to stop.

“what? i’m just being honest. she must be pretty forgetful if she can’t remember someone like him, so if she’s worth it then why not just remind her.” you huffed, shrugging your shoulders. it was simple to you... soobin’s voice gave him away, he longed for this girl, so he should go after her.

the booth had once more gotten silent, nobody knowing what to say, until soobin started bursting out in laughter. he was laughing so much he had to gasp for air. “you’re right! absolutely right.” soobin wiped away the stray tear that accumulated from his laughter.

beomgyu has already been approaching, relieved that there seemed to be some talking going on. on the other hand, when you and jisoo heard the laughter you both thought he had lost his mind. a very small awkward smile adorned your face as to try and fit yourself in with his laughter.

“looks like things have lightened up a bit.” beomgyu placed the food down on the table while scooting next to soobin with a smile on his face.

“yeah... you could say that.” jisoo looked between you and soobin, soobin looking at you and you looking at the food with gleaming eyes and a watery mouth. something seemed to click in jisoo’s head, but she remained quiet, observing.

at this point you seemed to block out the conversation around you, something about arcade games and the beach... you don’t know. you were focused on grabbing your hamburger. you took you first big bite into the burger, closing your eyes as the taste covered your tastebuds. you couldn’t help but let out a nice hum in content. when you opened your eyes, you met eyes with beomgyu, holding back laughter. your natural reaction was to freeze, moving your eyes towards the other two people in the booth, who had also been watching you. soobin had a cheeky smile on, adoring the way you looked right now.

you swallowed the food, “what?” you asked, making sure to wipe your face and fix your posture.

“well we were talking about what we wanted to do after this and me and beomgyu really want to go to the arcade.” you nodded along in understanding. “the only thing is... soobin wants to go to the ocean like badly, so we thought you could go with him.” you had taken a sip of your drink, nearly spitting it out.

“what-”

“we know how much you just love the beach. you always want to visit it, so it’s a win win situation.” jisoo wore a tight smile as she looked at you, sending a shiver down your spine. this bitch was scary.

“yeah yeah whatever, i’ll go.” you looked back at soobin to see his dark blue eyes shining, his body moving a bit from his leg bouncing up and down.

“we can even make some seashell crowns.” you shook your head, air blowing out of your nose from the little humor. you forgot all about earlier in the day, now enjoying his company.

the four of you had chatted a lot, having so much to say that each one of you would add input with the food in your mouth, sometimes even choking in attempt to talk while swallowing the food. even after finishing your food, you wasted a few more minutes to talk.

the four of you were now parting ways, you and soobin heading towards the beach while the other two were strolling to the arcade.

soobin seemed to be a bit more happy than earlier, a bounce in his step as he walked beside you. cute. you couldn’t help but skip along with his upbeat steps. the beach was only a block or so away, so you didn’t have to worry about transportation.

“hey soobin...” he looked at you, wondering what you were about to say. he stopped walking to match you. “tag you’re it!” you tapped his arm before running as fast as you could, that man had long legs you never know how fast they could go.

“wait!” his call did no good, not giving him a chance to catch you. when you looked back you found yourself plenty of feet infront of him. he continued to trip over his own feet, causing you to laugh.

“have you never ran before?” you yelled with your hands around the corners of your mouth in attempt to make you voice louder. the sight was pretty funny... his long legs acting as if they have never went faster than 1.4 (m/s)

“just you wait!” he stopped for a bit, running in place while you stood with your hands on your hips, smirking. at this rate he was never going to catch you, so you could catch your breath.

once it seemed like he was done warming up you turned around, walking because you’ve gained quite the distance. it was peaceful...that was until you heard heavy footsteps approaching. in confusion you looked back, only to be met with the once clumsy boy speeding towards you like a man on steroids.

“holy shit!” you squealed while running for your life. your heart was pumping, you were not expecting that one. he was gaining a lot of space, which you didn’t like one bit. it felt like a bull was tailing you, practically fearing for your life.

“i’m catching up~” he singsonged from only about twelve feet away. you were so close to the beach, wanting to escape this victory chasing boy.

“if i make it to the sand then i made it to base!” you tried running faster than you previously were, but the silence from behind scared you. when you turned your head to look behind you, you found you made a big mistake. a wide grin was merely five feet away, his hands reaching out for you. while looking at his attractive terrifying figure, you tripped over the steps onto the beach, slowing you down. this led you to your doom.

soobin grabbed yourself wrist, pulling you into his chest. you collided into him with a thud, shocked at what just happened.

“tag... your it.” his voice was husky and low as it was whispered into your ear. it was attractive and you couldn’t deny the heat that occurred down below.

you were pulled away from your trance as he moved to the side, rushing to the sand. you shook your head smiling as you slowly followed after him. he deserved the win.

“what was that? have i ever ran before?” he laughed picking fun at you for losing.

“to be fair that’s what it looked like until you became road runner.” you couldn’t miss his furrowed brows.

“don’t tell me you don’t know who the road runner is...” you looked up at him with a skeptical look that he only replied with a shrug.

“you know... the bird who goes beep beep. it actually sounds like meep meep though.” his lips were in a thin line, showing no sign of a lightbulb going off. “ok wow... your poor childhood.” you gave up trying to convince him that there was no way he didn’t know.

“so... what do you want to do first?” soobin asked while looking off into the ocean, his eyes narrowed as if looking for something that was hard to see. you tried looking as well, but caught nothing that stood out.

“well... i want to show you my favorite spot on this beach.” you were playing with your fingers now, showing him this spot was something special. you don’t know why you wanted to show him the place that no one else seemed to know about, but it just felt right.

“ooo... your favorite spot huh?” soobin was smirking while wiggling his eyebrows.

“get your head out of the gutter.” you punched him, rolling your eyes as you grabbed his soft hands- leading the way. “it’s this way.”

soobin stole glances at you, not very subtly, so you had to call him out causing him to become red in the face. this gave you joy, especially since he won the game of tag.

it didn’t take too much time to arrive to your favorite spot, now thinking about it, soobin had met you here on the night of the party. the large rocks hiding you from civilization, it even extended into the ocean.

“this is your favorite spot?” soobin sounded surprised and when you looked at him all you saw was hope, his eyes getting watery. you tilted your head at this, wondering why he seemed to get emotional.

“yeah... i’ve always seemed to wonder here and just wait. for what... i don’t know.” you walked towards the ocean, taking a deep breath as the breeze took over.

soobin approached you, nodding his head. “y/n i have something to show you.” he seemed a little scared, causing you to worry a bit.

“okay...” you were hesitant, wondering what he wanted to show you.

soobin walked into the water, making you give him a weird look. is this really what he had to show you. you were about to judge him, when you eyes caught sight of the shimmering scales forming a purple tail. soobin’s hair only seemed to be glowing more now, his face had a few scales on the edges of his face, they were fainter and barely noticeable, unlike the ones adorning his forearms. your eyes got wide. yes you believed in mermaids, but you never thought you would actually get to see one up close. this could be your big break, but could you betray soobin like that? you would have to obtain some of his dna if you did decide that. your thoughts were jumbled and you didn’t know what to do, his majestic figure wasn’t helping your case. you were freaking out, breathing starting to become shallow. what do i do?

you ran. that’s what you did... or well tried to do. you didn’t get very far after soobin called your name, trying to get up to no avail. you could’ve gotten away, but soobin used his last hope... his voice.

please be my eternity~ please call my name... run away, run away, run away with me~

you stopped, his voice seeming nostalgic and in pain... a last call for love. even so... his singing was different this time, you could leave if you wanted to. you don’t know why, but tears formed in your eyes. there was a war going on, your heart battling your mind. you took a deep breath to ease yourself before you made up your mind. taking that one step away from him, until your body was spun around in a quick swift motion. you gasped, eyes wide and before you could even realize what was happening, a pair of lips brushed against yours.

“i can’t let you forget me. please... just remember me.” his voice was soft and pleading before he closed the small gap between your lips. it was soft... reminding you of all blissful things, reminding you of how the wind would flow through your hair, reminding you of your feet sinking in the sand, reminding you... of the young love you had for the man infront of you.

memories seemed to crash against your mind, like when a wave pushes you under. the two of you used to see each other all the time in secret. going out into the depths of the ocean just to see what his life was like. the promises you made to each other about when you would live where and how the two of you would plan a future together... how the both of you... would never forget each other.

you were crying now, the tears streaming down your cheeks as you moved your lips along his. his hand reached to the back of your head, pushing you slightly forward and deepening the kiss even more. you had placed your hands in his wet hair, just barely tightening your grip on it. the two of you sharing each other’s saliva felt right, barely parting for breath. you could feel his tongue swipe against your bottom lip every now and then, asking if it was okay with you. a tiny bite on his lip was enough for him to slide his tongue over to you, exploring your mouth. he started to ease the kiss, going slower until it became a peck.

the two of you were slightly panting, inhaling the air you had lost, with your heads and noses touching.

“i’m so sorry soobin.” your voice was barely above a whisper... while you looked at the ground in guilt. he had moved his arms to behind your back, resting there as he looked down at you.

“it hurt... i started to wonder why you didn’t come to see me for a year, so instead of coming back to this spot constantly... i waited until i heard you in the ocean, which by the way took forever. i actually almost gave up... until you called your own self forgetful.” he voice always seemed to comfort you, you missed being in his presence like this. even with his comforting voice, you couldn’t rid yourself of the guilty feeling, and he seemed to notice.

“in the end... all that matters is that i have you. in my arms and in my heart.” he let one arm make its way to your chin, lifting your head up. your eyes met his ocean blue eyes that shined in the sunlight.

“you’re so cheesy.” you smiled before wrapping your arms around his waist, pulling yourself closer to rest your head against his chest. when he laughed, you felt the vibrations through his chest, making your smile grow. with him you felt paradise and you never plan on forgetting your paradise every again.

“so... i should probably go meet up with yeonjun before he comes here himself to drag me back in the ocean.” he tried pulling away, but you clung on tighter, causing him to laugh.

“not yet... let’s stay like this for a while longer.” you pouted as soobin ran his hands through your hair, fighting through the tangles.

a while longer turned into hours later, the sun down allowing the two of you to see the bright stars in the night sky. looking at the purple haired boy, your heart felt warm. life just seemed perfect.

[leafs-lover]

Because Two People Got Drunk: 36

Chapter 36

Series Masterlist

Summary: With the stress of the pregnancy and planning the wedding, you and Fred get away for a couple days.

Warning: Swearing, smut

Word Count: 6500

“Mommy why can’t I come?” Oliver whines.

It’s the all-star break, and you are all in California, Fred’s parents flew out and met you 2 days ago. You had a relaxing day at the beach with them and then yesterday you all ventured to Disney Land. Oliver practically dragged Ernst and Fred around the park on every ride, and the twins spent the entire time taking in the sights and sounds, crying when you tried to get a picture of them with Mickey Mouse.

Now Fred has a two day trip planned for the two of you, leaving the boys with his parents before you all fly back to Pittsburgh. Oliver has been loving the time with everyone the past couple days and doesn’t understand why everyone can’t stay together.

Fred rejoined the Penguins shortly after Christmas and you immediately noticed a shift in Oliver’s behaviour. He had more temper tantrums and some days he cried over the most ridiculous things; one day he cried because his bath was “too wet” and another day because you didn’t let him eat jam. Not with food, just actual jam with a spoon.

You know part of it is him being a toddler, but a big part of it is because he was so used to having Fred around. Once Fred was ready to return the Penguins were leaving on a road trip, so he went from having Fred around every day to not seeing him for eight straight days. And on the second day that was when everything started.

Just as he was readjusting the all-star break came and Oliver re-attached himself to Fred and basically hasn’t let him out of sight. While you fully expected the entire break to be spent with your boys; Fred wanted to spend a couple days away just the two of you. He says you are too stressed with the kids, the pregnancy and planning the wedding and you deserve a couple days away from everything.

“No I’m sorry bud you have to stay with grandma and grandpa for a couple days” you say to your pouting toddler.

“I want to come” he stomps his foot in displeasure. As much as you know you can’t encourage his bad behaviour by smiling or laughing; sometimes it’s hard. And this is one of those times. A small smirk forms on your face as your eyes look away trying to not show him any emotion when you hear Fred’s heavy steps enter the room.

“Ollie mom said no so it means no” he scolds.

Oliver exhales heavily and stomps his feet again. Your eyes find Fred and he just shakes his head at you watching as you hold in some laughter. “Keep it up and you’re going on timeout” Fred says sternly. Oliver huffs in response and walks out of the room and you finally allow a few chuckles to fall from your lips.

“You’re unbelievable” he mumbles putting the last few items in the bag,

“I know but it’s been like this for 3 weeks and sometimes I just can’t take it seriously” you reply and Fred rolls his eyes.

You feel a slight tingling in your core; the assertiveness isn’t something you normally see from Fred. You don’t like that it’s directed towards Oliver’s bad behaviour, but when he uses that tone it gets you wet; and your pregnancy hormones don’t help either.

You take a deep breathe through your nose but as you exhale through your mouth a small moan escapes. Fred stops zipping up the bag to shoot you a questioning glance. His eyes scan over your face “you alright” he questions and you give him a slight nod before he leaves the room.

Pretty soon you and Fred are on the road driving along the coast. Fred left the rental SUV with his parents so they can fit the kids. The two of you have the windows of the car down; the warm California air blowing through your hair. Fred has one hand on the wheel the other glued to your stomach hoping to feel one of the kicks that recently started.

You stare out the window breathing in the salty air, feeling the sun kiss your shoulder. Apart from some minor traffic the drive is relatively smooth. After about two hours you pull up to a beautiful Spanish hotel. It has light coloured stucco on the outside surrounding large pillars and archways; you pull your sunglasses down your nose to scan around the grounds.

There are a few fountains, and a couple small buildings in the distance. Each building is fixed with black clay tiles and there are multiple palm trees surrounding the property. Fred doesn’t stop at the main building, instead continuing down the property road.

You see some beautiful rolling hills in the background from the Los Peñasquitos Canyon. You take in the sights when you see a tee for a golf course. You immediately turn your head to Fred with a smirk and he shifts in his seat chuckling slightly.

“Is this a vacation for us or a golf trip for you” you tease.

“I can’t help it if the best vacation spot in San Diego also has the only championship golf course” he laughs. You shake your head pushing your glasses back over your eyes as he pulls up to another building putting the car in park.

“Don’t worry I didn’t bring my clubs I’m not going to golf” he gets out of the car and walks around to open your door.

“Oh that’s a shame” you take his hand and step out of the car “could have used a couple hours alone.”

Fred gently closes your door and pushes you back against the car. You feel the warm metal on the back of your arms, Fred closing the gap between your bodies. He stares down at you, bringing his hands to either side of you. “I don’t plan on leaving you alone for a minute” he growls. He is so close you can feel his mustache on your ear, his warm breath on your neck sending goosebumps down your spine.

You moan smelling his cologne and he quickly turns away, leaving your knees to almost give out. He grabs the bag and grips your wrist pulling you inside. You expect it to be a building with a couple separate hotel rooms; instead it is a giant foyer with marble stone and a spiral staircase. Fred leaves the bag on the ground and pulls you down the hall.

You walk by a beautiful kitchen but Fred doesn’t let you stop mumbling something about how you won’t be spending any time there. Next is the massive living room with a floor to ceiling fireplace and a large bar that connect to a private terrace that overlooks the golf course and pools. Despite the proximity to the pools your area is secluded, various shrubs protecting your privacy.

There is a longue area with a small hot tub; you stand in awe of your surroundings when Fred’s large hands come up behind you. His hands gently rub over your stomach, Fred leans down his breath on your neck.

“Don’t worry I got them to turn the temp down for you” he mumbles against your jaw. Your neck tilts wrapping his arms tighter around you; leaning back into his chest. “This place is amazing babe” you say feeling his lips on your shoulder. Through his gentle kisses the straps of your dress fall down your skin “you’re amazing” he murmurs against you “let’s go see the rest.”

You pull your strap back up as he tugs you inside and up the stairs. You explore the first two doors each bedroom being large enough to be the master, before Fred opens the beautiful oversized double doors. There is a California King overlooking the deck perfect for watching sunsets. You take a few minutes exploring all the different rooms before returning to find Fred sitting on the end of the bed.

“Babe we don’t need all this” you say hands landing on his shoulder. His find the back of your thighs pushing the hem of your dress up as his thumbs dig into your skin.

It is a three bedroom private house, each room having an ensuite and walk-in closet. The master however has two closets, an office and an attached gym space. While this could be useful for an extended stay with the kids, two nights with just the two of you means most of the space will be unused.

“It’s our babymoon” he shrugs.

“Babymoon?” you ask laughing slightly, pulling his lips onto yours.

“Yeah it’s a vacation before the baby comes” he explains.

“We didn’t do one with the other two pregnancies”

“Well with Ollie I think it’s pretty obvious why we didn’t, but I did take you to Denmark. And with the twins I don’t think you would have lasted in a car that long for us to get away. Although given what happened I wish I had of planned something, maybe things would have been different” he says tailing off for a second. “But I figured since it’s our last pregnancy we should do one. And you just need some time away babe.”

“Okay but do we need all of this? It’s a big space”

“I considered getting a room in the main building” he pulls you closer to his broad shoulders one hand trailing up to your ass “but I didn’t want to get a noise complaint.”

He gives you a firm squeeze eliciting a squeal from you. He falls onto his back pulling you down on top of him. The two of you spend a few hours tangled in bed, clothes haphazardly strewn around the room. Fred switches from his mouth to his fingers to his hard cock, you’ve had so many orgasms you’ve lose count. By the end you don’t know what causes you to pull apart; the soreness of your heat or the rumbling of your stomachs.

**

It’s your last afternoon away and time has flown by. The two of you have taken a few walks around the property, and are now on a hike into the canyon to a small waterfall. Since you are on the resort during off-peak time and haven’t seen anyone since you left for your walk over a half hour ago.

You read about a nearby waterfall and wanted to check it out. Fred was concerned the walk might be too hard, even though you aren’t that pregnant yet but you managed to convince him to do the short hike through the canyon.

About twenty minutes in you could feel the sweat dripping down your back so you were very happy when you rounded the corner and found the pool. Today is abnormally hot day in California, so the refreshingly cool water was nice against your warm skin.

You spent a few minutes wading through the water before finding your way to the waterfall. You tilt your head back running your hands through your hair as the water trails down your body. You glance at Fred from the corner of your eye; his gaze locked on your body. He watches the water roll off your sun kissed skin and over your bump; and you see the fabric of his shorts begin to tent.

“The waterfall is nice” you smile walking over to him.

“Looked like it” he smirks as your hands wrap around his tanned neck.

“I brought you here because you told me the view is spectacular” he says pressing his hands into your back. “You have spent the entire time looking at me.”

“My view is very nice” you smirk up at him. His once golden brown eyes are pooling with lust as he closes the gap; pulling your lips to his. Your tongues danced in the others mouth for who know how long. Not only does his skin have the glow of the sun he tastes like it too.

The kiss starts slow and passionate but quickly turns into a fight for dominance, tongues against one another, teeth slightly clashing. Every time one of you pulls away to catch your breath the others lips would quickly find them. Your lips are swollen, your chap stick smeared on his, you can taste the sweat that has pooled on his upper lip. His fingers begin to slowly trail down your warm skin, slipping under your bikini bottoms.

A light breeze rustles the leaves of the trees; the waterfall gently crashes into the water around you. That alone is enough to take your breath away, but instead the man in front of you keeps stealing it. He spins you around; your hands landing on one of the large granite boulders surrounding the waterfall.

His knee gently spreads your legs apart, one of his large hands slinking down the front of your bathing suit. It reaches your core, gently stroking over it.

You whimper at the contact. Partially because of how much you want him, the other part because of how sensitive you are. His tongue grazes along the skin of your neck; biting and sucking love marks.

A shiver dances down your spine while his hands trail over your waist. Growling, he presses his clothed member into your back. He begins to push your bathing suit down your legs when you hear some voices coming up the trail.

You hear some Danish fall from his lips as he pulls your bathing suit back up your body “If we had of stayed in our room nobody would have interrupted us” he groans pulling himself out of the water.

“Yeah but we wouldn’t have seen the waterfall in our room” you tease taking his hand. He helps you out with ease, carefully guiding you away from the slick surface.

“You barely looked at the waterfall. You practically mauled me once we got here” he laughs handing you your clothes. You scoff in response, but you know it’s true. Your mouth clamps shut while a devilish grin spreads across his face.

“It’s the hormones” you mumble pulling your dress up your body. You hear the other group’s voices getting louder as they approach the waterfall.

“I don’t care what it is I like it” he gently lifts your chin and presses a soft kiss to your lips. You hear the sound of a camera shutter and pull away, seeing Fred captured a picture with the waterfall in the background.

“Figured we should get one picture together people like to see vacation pictures” he gently kisses your temple. “I mean the ones I took last night cannot be shared.”

Your eyes go wide and heat reaches your cheeks, but a smile crosses your face. He pulls you into his chest, hiding your embarrassment in his shirt. “Should let me take more pictures, maybe a video…be useful on the road.”

“Frederik” you scold as the group walks by; they are too engaged in their own conversation to hear you.

“Definitely say that in the video” he smirks.

Before you have a chance to respond he gives you a soft smack on the ass and walks away. You stand stunned for a few seconds before catching up to him, his arm wrapping over your shoulder while you begin the short hike back.

“What should I wear tonight?” you ask standing in your bathrobe. You just washed off the sunscreen and sweat from your body and are preparing for your final dinner tonight. You are leaning against the door frame brushing your teeth while Fred grips his shirt.

You watch as the fabric moist with sweat is clinging to his body. He pulls it up revealing his stomach followed by his chest. Your eyes however don’t follow the trail of exposed skin, instead they linger an inch above his hiking shorts that are hanging a little too low, waiting to be dropped.

“(Y/N)” he snaps his fingers and your eyes meet his. He has a smirk on his face but ignores what you are doing. “I said we’re ordering room service and staying in so wear whatever.”

“Okay” you smile.

You hear the sound of his shorts hitting the floor and you stop listening; your eyes following the sound. You stare over his body, your eyes flutter closed as his boxers land on the floor. When you finally open them you see Fred’s ass as he walks towards the shower. You aren’t sure if it’s the steam from the shower or your core being ignited by his naked body, but you feel your hands get clammy and your entire body gets hot.

“Hey babe” you moan wrapping your arms around Fred; your face is pressed into his back breathing in his cologne and body wash, your hand resting low on his stomach. He adjusts to pull you in front of him placing a soft kiss on your head.

“Hey beautiful” he mumbles against your skin. You shake your head slightly rolling your eyes but before you can say anything his lips find yours. You are wearing a pair of sweat shorts and a loose t-shirt; no make-up and after drying your hair you pulled it into a messy bun on top of your head. Fred must have sensed your energy level, because he is wearing a simple grey t-shirt with some loose track pants.

“Dinner’s here” he says leading you out to the back deck. He takes you to the table placing a fleece blanket over your lap. While the temperature during the day gets pretty warm; at night it can get fairly cool. Fred knowing you get cold pretty easily is always one step ahead, doing anything he can to keep you comfortable.

He sets a plate in front of you, pulling off the lid to reveal your favourite meal, one you haven’t had in ages. It can take a bit of time to prepare and with three young children you haven’t had the time.

“How did you manage this? It’s not on the room service menu” you say. Fred’s hand gently rubs your back “I have my ways” he responds.

You fall into easy conversation; you try to bring up the wedding but Fred immediately shuts down your attempts telling you this trip is supposed to help you forget about all that stress. But planning a wedding in a foreign country has proven difficult; especially with the language barrier.

While you speak some Danish, you struggle when people speak too fast for you to process what they are saying. And the planner speaks some English but there are definitely some gaps between the two of you. Charlotte has been helping meeting with the planner on occasion and some of the vendors to help give you a better idea of how things will look.

But she showed up with a list of topics, pictures and videos of place settings and décor ideas the planner has been working on. She hoped the videos would help you visualize how everything will appear on your wedding day; but it also meant an extensive list of items to tackle in a short period of time.

A part of you wishes you took Fred’s offer to postpone the wedding until the following summer; or to do it in North America. But you know everything will fall into place and be worth it in the end.

Fred finishes his dinner first, pulling the white cotton napkin up to his lips. He gently runs the fabric through his fingers, you watch as the fabric dances through his digits. You get lost watching him fold the fabric and drop it on his lap. As his fingers dip out of view you wish it was your folds his fingers would be dipping inside of.

Fred puts his plate back on the tray and stares out at the golf course watching the sun begin to disappear out of view. The wind from earlier has died down, the only sound is the occasional bird and the faint sprinklers running in the distance. You finish your dinner; the sound of your cutlery on the plate catches Fred’s attention.

“You like your dinner” he asks turning his head to yours.

“It was amazing” you respond as he takes your plate setting it on the tray. He grabs two other plates bringing them over, and pulling the lid off to reveal a small white cake and another that has larger chocolate cake, that is more than enough for the two of you.

“I think one cake is enough” you laugh. While you have had some cravings you haven’t been craving many sweets; let alone two cakes. He sets the knife and two plates on the table and sits down. He taps on his leg, indicating for you to join. You sit on his lap pulling the blanket over yourself your legs.

“This one” he runs his finger through the chocolate icing and brings it to your mouth. You open your mouth and he slips his finger in. Your mouth closes around him; your tongue licks up the side cleaning the icing off. A light moan leaves your lips your eyes staying locked on his. He pulls it out with a grin “is just a normal chocolate cake.”

His index finger reaches over to gather some of the icing from the other cake. “And this one” he brings it to your mouth again. Your smile and open your mouth again; bringing your tongue out to lick the icing off. You almost see Fred shudder under you, a groan leaving him when your lips wrap around his finger.

“This one” he repeats through a shaky exhale “is a special cake.” He slowly pulls his finger from you and you quirk and eye brow at him.

“See at that ultrasound a few days ago the doctor determined the gender. I called and got them to send the results to the hotel and this cake can tell us what’s going on in here” his hand rubs over your stomach. Your head falls back with a groan and you laugh lightly. While you have found out during the last two pregnancies a part of you doesn’t want to find out for this one.

“We don’t have to, that’s why I got the second cake. We can not eat the vanilla one, leave it and not find out” he says. “Instead of a crazy party I thought maybe we could go simple, like with Ollie.”

You smile remembering Canada Day almost four years ago, showing up at his apartment with a little white box. You were worried with the humid Toronto air the icing might melt off and you had no idea if he wanted to know the gender, and in all honestly you barely remember the actual eating of the cupcake. You remember the excitement finding out you were going to have a son, and what happened after.

“I thought maybe this one could be a surprise.”

“A surprise” his body shakes with laughter. “You want a surprise? You who plans every detail wants this to be a surprise? You plan our dinners out the week before.”

You laugh slightly and curl up more into his lap, your hand falling onto his chest. “I mean we have three kids, and we know this one will grow out of clothes before it has a chance to wear them all. Apart from picking a name why does it matter to find out? And we can pick two names.”

You stare into his dark brown eyes, glistening under the light of the moon. He brings his lips to yours, his mustache tickling your upper lip, his hand tangling in your hair. His tongue slips inside your mouth, moaning as your tongue does to his what it did his finger. Your tongues swirl in each other’s mouths; your hands gently raking through his beard.

He pulls away; sucking on your lower lip. He grins at you “we don’t have to find out babe.” He leans forward putting the lid back on the one cake “that’s why I got two.”

“Do you want to find out?” you ask with a sigh because if he is committed to the idea you would do it for him.

“Like you said it doesn’t really matter and even if we pick out a name we’ll probably change it. Ollie didn’t have a name for an entire day”

“That’s not what I asked” you respond.

“We both have to be 100% because there is no going back. So if you aren’t 100% sure we won’t.”

He grabs a fork and dives into the cake, not even bothering to cut a piece. He brings it to your mouth your lips closing around it. He slowly pulls the fork out eyes never leaving yours as he grabs another bite, this time for himself.

You continue to sit on his lap while he feeds you cake. Every two or three bites you get he gives one to himself. After eating more than a third of the cake Fred sets the fork down. He wipes away some icing that is clinging to the edge of your lip, sucking it off his thumb.

Without saying anything you pull yourself from his lap and put the plates of cake back on the tray. You begin to make your way inside. Looking over your shoulder with a smirk you see Fred following behind you, setting the tray on the kitchen table. You continue to walk down the hall barely making it a few feet when catches up to you.

He quickly picks you up, eliciting a squeal from you. Your arms wrap around his neck while carried you bridal style up the stairs. Your mouth finds his neck and begins to suck a few centimetres from his ear. You hear a soft groan as you shift slightly get closer and suck harder.

“Baby” he groans but you don’t let up, teeth grazing along his skin. “(Y/N) we have to see my mom tomorrow you really want to do that in such an obvious spot?”

You pull your head away eyes narrowing as you smirk at him. He places you on the bed and pulls his shirt off revealing his toned chest. Your eyes go wide and you take a gulp taking in his body, a sight you have yet to get used to.

The bed dips and Fred’s mouth finds your neck his hand pushing the fabric up your stomach grazing over your bump. His teeth find your ear lobe as your back arches; your head falling onto the pillow.

A light moan leaves your lips; Fred’s mouth only leaves momentarily to pull your shirt over your head. He groans when he sees you aren’t wearing a bra, before long Fred’s mouth is back on you. He mumbles praises in between kissing your breast; you are so caught up in your pleasure you can barely focus on his voice. His hand finds your other one and begins to roll your nipple through his calloused fingers.

“You look so beautiful” he gently places some soft kisses on your stomach. Your back arches and your breathing increases, trying to focus on Fred’s voice. His mouth trails up your body gently sucking on your collarbone “so beautiful with my baby in your belly.”

“Fred” you croak. You feel him smile against your skin but he just presses his mouth in harder to your shoulder sucking a spot against your skin. His entire hand cups your breast beginning to massage it; your neck tilting to allow him more access.

“You’re gonna look so good with my dick in you soon” he mumbles in your ear.

“Fred” you groan finding the strength to push his shoulders “yeah baby” he smirks his head popping up.

“Remember years ago when we found out we were having a boy with Ollie” you ask getting your breath back.

“Mhm” he responds. He lifts higher to look down into your eyes, his brown eyes glazed with arousal staring down at you as his hand running through your hair.

“Remember how after you took me back to your room”

“Mhm” he hums. You pull his face closer, lips hovering an inch from yours. His chain dangles down hitting your chin his warm breath blowing on you.

“Remember when…”

“I pinned you against the door” he smirks bringing his mouth back to your neck

“Yeah…” you trail off. “I was thinking after that.”

“When I fucked your throat” he purrs against your skin.

“Before that” you groan “you tied me up and…blindfolded me.”

You feel his mouth curl up against your neck, his dick twitching against your hip. Mumbled curse words spill from his neck; as he slowly rises from the bed. He walks over to the dresser and begins rummaging through the drawers; you quickly pull your shorts down your legs throwing them into the growing pile of discarded clothes.

Fred walks out of the closet and seeing you naked splayed on the bed for him he quickly shimmies out of his pants. A gasp leaves you as his hard cock slaps against his stomach. In a few long strides Fred is straddling your chest, while he pulls your hands above your head.

Cool leather rubs against your wrists, as he fastens them to the headboard. After he tightens the belt you give your wrists a tug; Fred grins looking at his work.

You feel your mouth water knowing his hard cock is centimetres from your lips oozing with precum. You lick your lips and raise your head attempting to take him in. The last thing you see is Fred’s grin before the silk tie is wrapped around your eyes.

“You good elskede?” he asks.

“Yes” you hiss in response. The anticipation has your heat inflamed and dripping but Fred takes his time. He begins to slowly shift down the bed, leaving warm open mouth kisses on your body. You clench your thighs in search of friction and swear you hear him mumbling against your skin.

The weight around you shifts while he trails down your body, soon your legs are hooked over Fred’s shoulders. He blows on your folds sending a shiver coursing through your body. His tongue gently licks up your folds as you squirm under him.

“You taste so good” he mumbles his beard rubbing on the inside of your legs. One of his hands grip your thighs, nails digging into them as the other attaches to your clit. His thumb presses soft circles into your clit as his tongue flicks into your pussy. Two fingers slip inside you and scissor you open slowly thrusting inside you.

“Fuck” you gasp as his long fingers pump in and out of your folds. You try to reach down to grip his red locks but instead the leather snaps your wrists back down causing you to groan.

“You wanted to be tied up babygirl” he chuckles softly sucking on the inside of your thigh. His fingers increase in speed, his thumb pressing harder into your bundle of nerves.

Your moans turn to whimpers as your orgasm begins to approach. Fred sensing you’re getting close and replaces his thumb with his mouth, sucking hard. His fingers hit deep and hard with each thrust while your legs tighten around his head.

You roll your hips, pressing your clit into his mouth. Fred groans into your pussy, his lips vibrating against your core. Fred continues his pace; sucking on your clit. Deep groans and slews of curse words are filling the room. You are thankful Fred got you a private house; any neighbours would for sure file a noise complaint due to the sounds you are making.

Again you try to move your arms and the belt snaps pulling you back down to the mattress. You feel your orgasm rip through you, Fred working you through it. His fingers pump in and out of your walls groaning as your warm cum spills down his fingers. You bite your bottom lip drawing blood, your breath temporarily getting caught in your chest.

His fingers slow as your orgasm tapers off before finally pulling them out of you. His tongue gently finds your folds, lapping up your juices. Finally his mouth pulls away and he sets your legs down crawling up your body.

“You okay?” he mumbles into your neck. You can feel his hard member poking at your entrance and you nod in response.

“Need words elskede” his member gently stroking over your folds coating itself in your juice.

“Yes” you pant out “so good.”

Your hips arch up trying to get some more contact but Fred pulls away slightly with a deep seeded chuckle. “Blindfold okay? Want your hands undone?” he asks.

You smile slightly, even though you can’t see his face you can feel the concern and love radiating from his voice. “I’m good babe, promise.”

That’s all Fred needs to hear. Gentle, but intentional; he slides in, agonizingly slow. He pulls back painfully slow and your legs wrap around his back. Your warm heat welcomes him, pulling further inside. You feel one of his large hands reach the back of your thigh lifting your ass to give him a deeper angle.

“More” you groan after a few slow thrusts. Fred chuckles and snaps his hips increasing his speed. His hands roam up the underside of your thigh and give your ass a firm squeeze. His mouth dips down kissing the space between your breasts. Your back arches in response, his beard tickling your chest.

Fred hits your cervix with every thrust at a feverish pace. His large hand rubs over your stomach before finding your breast, engulfing the whole thing with his hand. He pinches your nipple and you roll your hips up on him.

You try to move your hands once more groaning with the restrictions. You make a fist, nails digging into your palms; likely leaving crescent shaped marks. His hand drags lightly up your skin before finding your neck. His thumb strokes over your skin a few times, lightly gripping you.

“Fre…eddd…ie” you moan punctuated by every one of his thrusts, the headboard rattling against the wall.

You can feel the familiar bubbling deep in your core, your second orgasm of the night developing. You feel him stutter chasing his own release. His hand around your neck begins to tighten; your airway being restricted.

You feel beads of sweat land on your chest as curse words fall from his lips. His hand tightens and he gives you a few more deep thrusts before your orgasm washes over you. Your walls clench around him, legs tightening around his back as your heels dig into his back,

Fred works you through your high as you scream his name. You feel Fred’s dick twitch and he spills deep inside of you with a loud groan. Warm ribbons coats your walls white and Fred collapses on top of you He releases your throat and you take a few gasps, your lungs refilling with oxygen.

His head lands in the crook of your neck and you feel his chest heaving as he catches his breath. You both lie in post orgasmic bliss, Fred murmuring incoherent praises against your shoulder.

After a few minutes you feel Fred tug on the end of his tie, releasing it from your face. You blink a few times your eyes adjusting to the light. Fred reaches above you and undoes the belt, the buckle clanging as he throws it on the wood floor.

“Hey” Fred whispers.

“Hi” you smile.

“That okay?” he asks pulling your hands down; gently rubbing over the red marks on your wrists where some bruises will likely be tomorrow.

You hum in response, Fred’s lips gently press against yours. He slowly pulls out; some of his cum leaking down your thighs as you groan from the emptiness. He crawls off the bed and you roll over grabbing your water from the bedside table.

Fred returns with some clothes setting them on the bed beside you as he brings a damp towel to your folds. You whimper at the contact while he gently wipes you up and throws the towel on the floor. He pulls a clean pair of boxers up his broad thighs and a t-shirt over your shoulders.

A large yawn falls from your lips and Fred helps you under the duvet and you curl up beside him. His hand lands on your stomach his thumb rubbing soft circles as you quickly fall asleep.

The next morning you crawl into back into bed, Fred still asleep. You prop the pillows against the headboard and sit upright looking over to the man beside you. He is lying on his stomach arms stretched under his pillows. Messy red locks have fallen into his eyes and are splayed over the pillow.

You bring the steaming mug up to your lips, lemon and honey filling the air. You take a few sips before setting the cup down bringing over the plate. You take a mouthful of food and the sound of your fork hitting the plate causes Fred to stir.

“Morning” you say softly brushing his hair back.

“Morning” he says through a raspy voice, eyes fluttering open.

“Are you eating cake?” he mumbles and you just laugh in response bringing another bite to your lips.

“You can’t eat cake for breakfast” he scolds.

“Says who; I’m an adult” you retort eating another bite.

He shakes his head and crawls up beside you. You set the fork down and brush a few stray hairs away from his eyes. Fred turns his attention to your stomach, talking to your growing bump as his hand soothes over it. You set the plate on the bedside table and grab your mug. You close your eyes, running your hands through his hair listening to his calming voice.

“Babe, why are both the cakes here?” he asks.

“I was thinking maybe we could find out” you say and Fred crawls up your body slightly.

“Yeah?” he asks. You nod in response and are immediately met by a soft kiss. You reach over and grab the vanilla cake but before you can dig in Fred stops you.

“So this cake is a little different” he explains. “I know you hate the colours that go along with the gender stereotypes. So instead of pink and blue there is banana for a boy or grape for a girl.”

“So the cake is flavoured?” you ask.

“No cake is vanilla but the icing inside is flavoured to match one of the fruits” he says.

“And why banana and grape?” you ask.

“Well banana starts with B like boy and grape starts with”

“G” you cut him off.

Fred grabs the second fork “ready” he raises his eyebrow at you “close your eyes.”

You give him a sideways glance “they told me the flavours are better when faint. That they can become overpowering, so they also recommended dying the icing” he explains. “But let’s see if we can tell from the taste first.”

“Okay” you say closing your eyes “ready.”

Next Chapter

[werezmastarbucks]

amalfi

honeymoon masterlist

word count: 1751

They were probably going out of their minds with worry out there. Even Damon must have already started feeling guilty. God knows what that monster Kai Parker could do with you in the prison world, where he had no other thing to play with, but you.

The sea air was sweet and salty, warm, and your lungs were breathing slowly for you, as you took deep pockets of it through your nose. You knew you couldn’t get healthier even if you spent the whole time at Mar Tirreno. It was rather frustrating that all the time you spent in the sun, warming up and bathing in the lovely May rays, you wouldn’t change a bit because your whole organism was on the loop, too. 

You were going through the CDs again. There were very clear, understandable rules in this world: for instance, never run out of music. You couldn’t function without music. It soothed Kai well, and it made driving everywhere easier. He wasn’t joking when he said he wouldn’t get behind the wheel unless there was a dire need. For that, he cooked.

He cooked so well. All the dishes you didn’t know the names of, he was eager to show off his talent of many years of training. He made food so good you wondered how a heartless person is capable of putting so much soul into it. He even taught you how to cook something, which was a big achievement. 

“Trash. Trash. Trash”, you chanted to yourself, throwing them out of the window. It was such a satisfying feeling to throw something out of the window of a car, even when you weren’t moving. You had to remind yourself though, that, once you get out, it would be littering. Here, nobody gave a shit. The planet didn’t give a shit. It did not acknowledge your presence, it wasn’t aware of you two quietly moving around its surface. It was hybernating. 

Kai was pondering on something, standing on the edge of the cliff. The sights here were beyond words. All the way to the horizon line, the light turquoise sea was calm and looked like warm lemonade. The sky was matching color, and the bright green trees shuffled nonchalantly in the lightest breeze that filled your skin and lungs. 

You’ve been arguing a little, about this and that, adjusting. The Florence fiasco left you feeling a little helpless (Kai raided the local antique library and found a spell that supposedly was used earlier for escaping from places such as this one; you’ve tried it; it didn’t work. Apparently, Bennett blood was still needed), and he wasn’t very supportive. Kai grew lazy and delighted with life like a fat cat; he didn’t even pretend anymore to be stressed out about being here. He was playing his own game of wearing you out into sleeping with him. Ever since you got here, you haven’t even kissed a single time, the shock of change, and the fact of being locked away and all. There was a certain moment when you realized you’re unable to think about romance, because you’re hybernating, too. You were searching for the way out, and pushing Kai to do the same. Although he slept with you every night, and you got quite used to him lying next to you, the unmistakable comforting heat of his body lulling you into sleep, you felt like you wanted to freeze in that moment. You felt like you were restricted by something. 

“It’s your birthday, isn’t it?” you suddenly realized, and turned to him. Your mouth formed an O. “Oh my god, it’s your birthday every day”.

Kai looked at you with the same look he gave you every time he thought you were being slow. Given his hyperactivity, and his sharp psychopathic mind never resting a bitching second, anybody would seem a little slow to him.

“I’m an eternal birthday boy”, he confirmed, a little sleepily, “it’s high time you start treating me accordingly”.

“What the fuck’s that supposed to mean?” you asked, starting the car. 

“You know it’s only us here, right? There’s no one to see you, or stop you, to judge you”, he said, cryptic as hell. The road was smooth, the asphalt glistened with heat, gliding car feeling its wheels like they were blades on ice. You went bananas and carjacked a 911 Carrera S for this place. This whole Italian vibe made you feel like you were incredibly rich. Life was sweet like shave ice with strawberry syrop soaking it through. You still waited for the other shoe to drop... looking at Kai, sometimes you thought, what if it never does? He’s crazy. His world is crazy. What if it’s not supposed to be bad here with him?

“I’m aware of that”, you replied.

“You don’t have to pretend”, Kai concluded, “you can admit whatever you feel for me. Sooner or later you’ll end up on my dick anyway. We like each other, it’s a fact”.

Your hands squeezed the wheel as you stared in front of you. Kai had a point. There was mutual attraction. 

There was mutual need, too.

“Maybe I do have to pretend”.

“What for?”

He tried to seem dispassionate, but you knew he was impatient. Kai Parker was a very impatient person. If he got to the car first, he’d always scream to make you move quicker. He knew there was no hurry whatsoever, but he hated to wait. He yelled at stoves. He cursed at traffic lights even though you obviously ignored them all. Just the sight of a red light pissed him off. 

Now, he had to be patient to get to the third base. He was somewhat cunning about it; his night embrace was a little more than just a cuddle. 

“We’re here less than a month. Who knows how long more it’s going to be? I mean, we can’t get bored at once, you know?”

Kaik blinked, processing.

“Right, princess. You want entertainment?”

You didn’t like the tone of that.

Perhaps the way he said it scared you enough to give you a nightmare.

You dreamt you walked down your street in Mystic Falls. It was so atypically dark your skin crawled. You didn’t hear them, but you could feel vampires were around you. They were not usual vampires, like Damon and Stefan - human, friendly, diverse and nice looking. They were monsters from 80s fantasy filled horrors, with long saliva dripping fangs, and, most importantly, demonic. An old feeling of supernatural presence, which startled you at night when Kai attempted to save you by killing you, once again made you freeze with horror. 

You walked faster, trying to get away, and praying for light. Not a single street light was on, you couldn’t even see it. The blackness was thick and absolute, and you knew you’d be attacked any second. Fear was physical in this one, stinging you, making it hard to move your feet. You tried running and stumbled upon something, falling on hard ground. Before you managed to get up, you felt somebody leaning over you, breathing down the back of your head. You were trapped. 

You woke up and stared into the darkness, expecting a painful bite. You’ve been bitten by vampires before. It was very painful, but you couldn’t imagine what it would feel like this time.

Trying to figure out where you are, just like always, you were afraid to move an inch not to produce a sound. Slowly, you moved your fingers, then your shoulders, and started feeling the weight of the blanket on you. You heard the sea. You exhaled through your nose and rolled on your back to see the empty bed. 

“Kai?” you whispered. You sat up and grouped, holding onto your knees. It’s always like that with nightmares; they go, and you stay in them. Brain knows the room is empty, but the mind is still captivated. You still expect them to jump out of the closet. And of all people, Kai Parker must be the one to save you. Why?

“Kai!” you called, irritated. Why the fuck, of all nights he pushes you almost off the bed with his invasive hugs, he’s not there exactly tonight, when you need human warmth to get your head straight. 

“KAI!”

The door opened slowly. He was standing in complete darkness, wide awake.

“What is it?”

You were silent for some time. Admitting your vulnerability to him would be about the last threshold. You’d have to completely love each other after this. You wouldn’t be able to let him go. It all now depended on how he’d react. 

“I had a nightmare”.

He walked towards the bed slowly, sat down and offered his shoulder. He always hugged you in this wide gesture, which he probably saw in a movie. It was a commercial dad hug, wide swing of an arm which then rested around your shoulder. The only times he felt humanly close was when he was clinging on you at night.

He settled on the pillows, bringing you close, and you finally let the air out with relief.

“You still get spooked?” he asked with surprise.

“Yes”.

“What was it about?”

“Vampires”.

He hummed. 

In this night calm, you were close enough to hear something beat in his chest. You asked yourself what curious chain of events made you end up together with this interesting individual. What comes out of it. 

His hand rested on your bare shoulder, fingers drawing uneven circles absently. He seemed a bit distant but he liked touching you. You could still smell your own perfume on his shirt from the day. You got that fragile desire to kiss him, to rub your face on his neck, to be close to him. 

“We’re really completely alone here”, you said.

“Yeah”.

“How did you know Bonnie and Damon came?”

“I felt it, I’m a witch after all”.

“How can you be sure there aren’t any beasts here? Something goes wrong, aliens slither into this dimension. Some chthonic monster. Some ancient spirits. Your own double, or demons. Or something”.

“It’s an empty place, Y/N, I just know it. I have been everywhere around, and I didn’t find anyone. I’d be happy to meet a chthonic monster even. But we are tremendously alone”.

At this moment the hug tightened because you brought him closer. 

“But I like it here with you”, he added, “it’s not that bad. People are boring anyway”.

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Tagged by: @rhubarbdreams @cactusdragon517 @morallygreywaren and @ceraunos (I’m so sorry this took so long! Thank you for thinking of me, it is so flattering <3)

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Then tag 10 of your favorite authors!

This was SO FUN. It was so nice to go through my old stories... I’m really proud of my writing. That’s something I never thought I’d say, and it’s something I’ve decided I’m going to do unabashedly from now on. <3 Happy almost April, everyone! 

Gaining Heart (Spartacus) 

The days following the defeat of Glaber had been a flurry of activity.

Agron found himself not only leading on field of battle, but leading organization and defensive strategy. Those fucking Romans had moved into the temple as if it was their own home, claiming all that they saw— but they had also brought much of their own. Food, wine, supplies— it was a gift from the fucking gods, and needed proper inventory.

Agron knew not how to do that. Nasir and Naevia were invaluable, cleaning each chamber of any evidence of battle, cataloguing lists and categorizing everything from barrels of grain to rolls of bandages.

Tangles and Roots (The Old Guard)

He was covering Andy.

The hangar was dark, shadowed by the last of the night while dawn crept up over the skyline outside. The plane was set to land any minute now, and Nicky’s eyes flicked from corner to corner, finger on the trigger of his gun and his jaw grinding hard. He could swear he saw shapes moving along the roof— the banks of high windows above them left eerie patches of weak blue light, flickering with little flashes of darkness.

It was probably just birds. He was out of practice— they had done nothing but sit around in the six months since Merrick, trying to heal the deep wounds left in their minds… and bodies, in Andy’s case.

Nicky swallowed, stepping that much closer to his friend’s side as they took their places in the shadows.

Still Awake? (The Old Guard)

He pretended to sleep. His eyes were closed, and his muscles were stiff, tying themselves into knots where he laid in his cot between Andy’s empty bedroll and Joe and Nicky’s snuggled up bodies. Booker refused to be comfortable— he refused to rest. The day had been rough, and the fighting had left a bone deep ache inside him, even while the physical wounds had healed.

All the Time in the World (The Old Guard) 

The first time Nicolo and Yusuf bathed together, it was by the river— he wasn’t sure which river. It had probably changed names and countries a hundred times by now. All he remembered was that, by the time they heard the steady rush of water and cleared the brush and trees to the bank, he was half mad with annoyance.

If that man made one more grumbled complaint— one more clearly telegraphed grimace— about the supposed smell of him, Nicoló might have to break their truce and run the bastard through.

Kissed by an Angel (The Old Guard)

Nicky felt his lips flicker into a private smile, setting the pot on the stove to simmer and turning to look out the window into the garden. Joe’s garden.

He was humming to himself— Nicky couldn’t quite hear it, but he could tell by the set of the other man’s jaw under his beard and the purse of his lips as he concentrated. The weeds wouldn’t rip themselves, the overgrown shrubs wouldn’t miraculously be already pruned and waiting for them.

They were finally back in Valletta. Finally home.

Patron Saint of Satisfaction (The Old Guard)

It had been a long, long few weeks.

Joe’s shoulders were tense and knotted, and his whole body still ached from the train ride he and Nicky had taken all that day. There was a stifling, choked sensation in his gut that would rise in waves, up his throat to the tip of his tongue until he was ready to scream. The whole way to their safehouse, he brushed shoulders with his lover— practically leaning on him— and let himself take refuge in the feeling of Nicky’s warm hand entwining their fingers.

Waking Dreams (The Old Guard)

At first, they could’ve been anywhere for all Joe knew.

There was nothing in the world but Nicky— his scent, his body, his quiet sleeping breaths. Joe felt himself hover on the edge of sleep and wakefulness, the familiar thrum of pleasure making up the backdrop of his thoughts.

He nuzzled into his Nico’s neck, pressing sloppy, half asleep kisses to the back of his neck.

Here There Be Monsters (The Old Guard) 

The morning had been blustery and hot. The scent of ozone made the sea air thick as it blew through his hair where they all stood, crowded around the lower deck. They all squinted against the bright sunshine, but Joe knew better than to trust the blue sky.

”If I’m getting in, I’ve gotta do it soon—“ he spoke up, cutting into some conversation that he hadn’t been listening to, “There’s a storm coming in from the East.”

Nile— still so young, so far from the American Midwest, and in her first field season— raised an eyebrow at him from behind her sunglasses.

He smiled at her bemused look, shooting his gaze over to Andy. Andy smirked, huffing a laugh. “If anybody knows, Joe knows.”

In Loving Memory (The Old Guard)

The wind whipped up off the water, cold and salty despite the way the sun beat down on them. It was alright, honestly— refreshing after all those stuffy hours in the car.

These immortals were highly resistant to normal modes of transport. Like a plane— a real passenger plane, not a Russian cargo plane full of drugs. It was all cars and boats and trains, low to the ground, literally under the radar.

Nile understood why. She didn’t want to end up strapped down to a lab table like the one they escaped all those months ago. She’d just rather take a nice plane from the closest airport to Provence and get to Valletta in a matter of hours, rather than drive through three countries and all the way down the Italian boot, just to bribe a fishing boat.

Feed My Soul (The Old Guard) 

Malta looked good on Nicolò.

Joe leaned on the railing of their balcony, looking down into their old, old walled garden where his Nico shuffled around in the herbs. He was looking for something particular, the bridge of his nose scrunching as he peered at the mess of overgrown pots.

Joe beamed, the familiar, all-encompassing warmth of loving that man filling him up and making him feel expansive and bright. There was a cathedral ceiling in his chest, airy and golden with the light of dawn through its tall, jeweled windows. There was a house of worship where his heart should be, and he traced the lines of the other man’s body like he was devoting a painting to him.

Sono Qui (The Old Guard)

Andy left Booker on the beach.

She felt his gaze follow her, but couldn’t bring herself to look back.

It wasn’t as if they had never separated before— as if the four of them had been constantly attached from the time they finally found the Frenchman, even after months and months of dreaming and searching. There were plenty of times where they spent months, or sometimes years apart. They took breaks from each other, they traveled. Just a year ago, Andy had declared that she needed a break— was that last year of being alone the thing that led Booker to betray them? Maybe they should’ve stayed together. She never should have left him. She understood how it felt to be alone in the world… to lose someone so precious that life loses its color.

Andy had left Booker plenty of times. It wasn’t something she liked to think about now, but she had… She had assumed he was handling it like her. Somber and drunk, wishing for some type of release. They’d talked about it enough times. But not like this.

Brother of My Heart  (The Old Guard)

Joe clenched his hands on the steering wheel, flexing his fingers to feel the stretch in the tendons, even though any injuries from the fighting had long since healed.

While driving away from the ruins of Merrick’s car, the adrenaline was still rushing in his veins, and all his self control was devoted to staying reasonably within the speed limit. The last thing they needed was to get stopped by some bobby cop while covered in blood and dust, with a bullet through Andy’s stomach.

Right now, they needed to blend in. So, Joe didn’t press the gas pedal into the floor.

Care and Feeding (The Old Guard) 

Nile couldn’t ever remember liking the cold.

Even at home in Chicago. Sure, her memories of warm Christmas masses, bright lights on the tree, and gently falling snow outside the kitchen window made her throat dry with that familiar, wistful grief. She wasn’t sure she’d ever get used to seeing pine trees or twinkle lights without thinking of her mom’s mac n cheese, or how early her brother would wake her up on Christmas morning.

But loving Christmas, and loving snow? Those were two completely different things.

Going Underground (Star Wars) 

Poe wasn’t sure what it was like when they broke through the atmosphere into Yavin IV. He didn’t watch through the Falcon’s wide front window as the familiar jungles passed by in a blur of green underneath them, and he couldn’t pick out the roof of home from the surrounding grasses as they came in for a landing.

The first thing he saw as he came to, bleary and aching, was Finn. They’d fallen asleep right where they were, pressed shoulder to shoulder at the holochess table, Poe’s head on Finn’s shoulder. It took him a sluggish moment to recall why his hand had its own throbbing pulse, and why Finn’s soft, dark skin was pockmarked with strange cuts, glistening with bacta.

The second thing he saw, swallowing against the rush of memories filling his fuzzy mind, must have been a hallucination.

STAR WARS VIII: The Battle of the Force (Star Wars) 

“General, I don’t know how much longer we can hold ‘em off—”

Poe’s voice crackled from the shoddy reception, nearly engulfed by the constant bombardment in the background.

“Commander, the Resistance depends on taking down this dreadnought.” Leia kept her voice steady and strong “Stand your ground.”

Beyond What We Can See (Star Wars) 

If he was being honest with himself, he supposed that he’d been feeling the Force his whole life. He’d always just brushed it off as basic intuition— he thought everybody felt this way. It wasn’t until he started seeing the way the Force was treated in the First Order—as a myth, a fearful, distant thing—that he realized how much he needed to keep his head down. Even though he only felt it in small ways, he was different. He buried the feelings, tried to ignore the nagging dread that said that he didn’t belong there in his platoon. That none of them did.

But that wasn’t something he was allowed to feel. The Force wasn’t supposed to be something any of the troops knew firsthand.

Like She Always Did (Star Wars) 

The first time she left was barely a memory. More of a dream. He didn’t remember the fight they had, but he knew in hindsight that they must’ve had it for much longer than the tail end that he saw. Maybe it was what got his little feet out of bed in the first place. Daddy’s eyes were rimmed with red and Mama was pacing out her anger into the sitting room rug. Poe’s eyes were wide as he watched from the threshold to the hall, his little hand gripping onto the pillow that he’d tugged along with him from his room.

Love Will Help You Heal (Star Wars) 

Every inch of him throbbed, the last dregs of whatever the interrogation droid had injected him with still pumping through his bloodstream. He was so tired. How long had it even been? Getting captured on Jakku felt like a hazy dream, as if it was weeks ago.

No one was coming for him. He knew that much—he’d probably be mad if they endangered the resources to try—but he couldn’t help but wish anyway. Death seemed so close, like a cold hand on his shoulder, by his side in the recirculated air of the Star Destroyer.

He wished they’d just hurry up. His drug-addled, sleep deprived mind didn’t know if he was asking for rescue or death. Maybe they were the same thing now.

Dying a martyr. At least it suited the image—Poe Dameron, Poster Boy of the Resistance.

Ghosts of Future and Past (MCU/Captain America) 

His head was throbbing. His back ached. Everything in him pulsed with agony like he’d been hit by a train.

A train. Bucky.

“Bucky is alive.” 

He could feel the winter cold at the memory, his eyes snapping open as the past few moments came flooding back to him.

There had been another Steve. Even without the mask, he’d looked just like him. It must have been Loki playing tricks again, it had to be.

Sweet as Honey, Gold Like the Sun (Stranger Things) 

Steve was drifting after high school graduation. He drifted right out of the halls of Hawkins High and into a desk job at his dad’s office. If he was being honest, he’d been drifting since the Gate closed— maybe even since Nancy broke it off.

He wasn’t mad. She was his best friend. He and Jonathan were even friends now. No, he hadn’t been mad for a long time— but he was lost. The kids were going to high school. Dustin would be getting his license one of these days, and Steve’s last function to his little gaggle of brats would become all but useless.

The idea of not serving a purpose left the bitter tang of anxiety in his throat. Once the kids didn’t need him— and Joyce and Hopper and even Nancy— Steve would be left behind. Again.

Okay... Some of these may have been more than just what is considered “Opening Lines”, but I can’t just leave something feeling unfinished, and I’m a little tipsy, which means I am bending the rules <3

**EDIT** i forgot to look for patterns and pick my favorite! I mean, I think all storytelling/creative expression (anything from developing a recipe to composing a painting to writing a story) follows a distinct formula. And the best way to establish the story is by starting it with the most important element front and center— I almost always start with my main character. A thought or a feeling, a situation or a sensation. They’re the focal point from which everything ripples out. Those first ripples (the 2nd, 3rd or 4th lines) are usually about building the setting. It’s an equation that works so well for me, and though I sometimes shake it up by adding immediate dialogue or flipping the positions of setting and main character, it has served me well ❤️ i think my favorite has to be Brother of My Heart. It’s the first really, immediately big story Ive ever had. So many comments, so much warmth, so many kind people— it grew my confidence and helped me make friends. It reminds me of how truly wonderful fandom can be, even just with the first few lines.

I’m going to continue to bend the rules by not tagging anyone immediately-- it’s giving me weird anxiety levels, so I’m gonna wait and do it later maybe. If, in the meantime, you see this and want to do it, write me down as the one who tagged you! <3 Feel frrrreeeeeeee! 

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Sunlight

(Brotzly fluff, 1016 words) Read on Ao3.

After Wendimoor, after Bergsberg and hospitals and recovery and everything, after finding apartments and moving into the new agency building and finally feeling stable in a tiny way, Dirk starts taking trips. Not big trips. Just short day trips, out of the city, away from the noise and smells and pavement and buildings and cars and people. Todd goes with him usually, for his own reassurance more than Dirk’s, not that Dirk minds the company. Not when it’s Todd.

He goes out, drives a ways out past the suburbs and the limits of the city to the secluded trails and parks and open fields, places where he can feel the sun, where there aren’t any walls that seem to get closer every minute, where there isn’t sounds that bring back memories of things he doesn’t like to think about. It’s just fresh air, a gentle breeze, and the warmth of sunshine on his face. He doesn’t even mind the itchiness of the grass on his ankles or the red welts that appear later on his arm from stray mosquitos.

Todd had asked once, when he had first started to leave, disappearing for hours and coming back with slightly pink skin and windblown hair, why he went out there. Was it a hunch? Was there a case? Dirk simply shook his head. No. No case. No hunch. That’s why I go. I can stand there in the sun and feel nothing but what I’m supposed to. What a normal human person is supposed to. Todd simply nodded, pretending to understand what he definitely couldn’t. What nobody could. And the next trip, as Dirk was getting ready to go, Todd asked to join him, hesitantly, giving Dirk plenty of opportunity to say no, but Dirk smiled softly and nodded. Of course.

Todd could see it then, that first time, just like every following time he joined Dirk on his day trips. It was like he was breathing again. Like for just a short time, the cage was opened and he was allowed to run free. Dirk stretched out of the car door, no sense of urgency or frantic fumbling. He sucked in a deep breath, taking in the scent of the dirt and the leaves. He turned to Todd and smiled, waving for him to follow. Come on, this is my favorite trail, he said. They followed the winding dirt through meadows of dry brown grass and wildflowers, that buzzed with bees, up the rocky side of a hill, through a small forest of thin tall trees that dropped leaves that swayed through the air as they dropped to the ground. Dirk’s steps were confident, knowing the path from the times he’d walked it before, and not from some supernatural instinct. He brushed his hand over branches as he walked past, this is real, paused to gaze out across the view from their place rising up the hill side, this is real, he smiled as he took Todd’s hand, pulling him along, and the look in his eye said, this is real.

“I love this place.” Dirk’s eyes were closed. He was leaned back, sitting atop the picnic table several feet from the edge of the steep cliffside, sunshine cast over him like a warm blanket. Todd couldn’t take his eyes off of him. He was different here. Not in a bad way. Or a good way. Just… in a way.

“You seem happy here.” Todd’s words were neutral, no sense of bitterness or sadness or happiness. Just a statement. Dirk sighed, peeking out from the edge of his eyes at Todd, sitting on the bench. He laid back all the way, the prickle of the old wood table itched through his t-shirt, and turned to Todd.

“I don’t know actually.” The sky was so blue out here. Like the color of Todd’s eyes that were piercing through him now. “I don’t know if it’s happy. But it’s… it’s less. Less of what it usually is. Back there.” He paused. “In here.” He tapped his temple. The shape of Todd’s eyebrows shifted, and the wrinkles on his forehead became more pronounced. Dirk smiled, sadder now than before, and brought his hand up to Todd’s forehead, softly rubbing away the worry that was taking life on Todd’s face.

“I’m sorry.” Todd’s eyes closed. The hand brushing over his forehead wandered to his cheek, stroking over the bristle of hairs jutting out of his skin. Birds chirped from the brush behind them.

“Todd.” Dirk leaned over, resting his forehead against Todd’s. He felt a hand come up, resting over his neck, the calloused fingertips rough against the sensitive skin. He heard Todd sigh. “You help. This helps.”

“I just… I wish you didn’t have to… I wish you could have more… like this.”

“This is more. More than I ever thought I could have.” Todd opened his eyes again, pulling away just slightly. He could feel the heat of the sun, it radiated on his scalp, through his hair, warmed his chest. Dirk cupped his chin and smiled, soft and fond. Todd returned his expression with a matching one, his eyebrows shifting again, eyes crinkling at the edges. Dirk savored the feeling of his lips pressing against Todd’s, the slight sharpness of his chapped lips, the salty taste of sweat, the smell of sunscreen. It was like the feeling he got basking in the sun, the freedom he felt walking through the wildflowers. Todd pulled the back of his neck, closer, touching, needing the reassurance of his presence under his hand. Dirk responded, shifting atop the picnic table to wrap his arm around Todd’s shoulder, pressing into the kiss firmly. When they parted, they smiled. They sat quietly, enjoying the peace of the place Dirk had brought them to. And when Dirk had his fill, they pulled themselves away, walking hand in hand back to the car, back to the city, and the walls, and the people, and the constant press of the universe, but hoping desperately that this peace and quiet would be waiting for them again very soon.

[thatshankcallednewt]

TMR High School AU - Newt: Ice Cream Kisses

As requested by @scribblestarsonthecuffsofurjeans​, where the reader and newt have mutual friends so they meet and the reader is really confident and outspoken and newt is rlly drawn to that so they become really good friends and it kind of just develops into something more? if not that’s okay but thank you anyway !! :)

A/N: I hope you like, I was a little unsure how to do it so I just went with my gut!

Newt knew he liked you the moment he saw you. Or heard you, in fact. Maybe it was the way you yelled at the football match when the opposing team scored points, maybe it was the way you laughed so carefree, tipping your head back and closing your eyes, or maybe it was the way you would smile and laugh after saying his name when he’d done something so amusing.

It was probably all three.

“Newt?” you asked, as you braked at the intersection, waiting for the red light to change.

“Yeah?” he said, somewhat distant, as he broke away from his own spiral of thoughts. He glanced at you, lazily, his brown eyes tired.

“I was saying—” you suddenly took off as the light turned green, but as you were about to continue your sentence, the car beside you sped up and cut you off, without indicating or any warning sign. Your jaw dropped and you gripped the steering wheel, tight, and rolled down your window.

“Y/N—” Newt said, eyes wide. He knew what you were about to do.

“Fucking wanker!” you yelled, sticking your finger out the window. The driver quickly vanished around a corner, taking a hard left, the tires squealing with sudden change in direction. You eyed the car before it disappeared completely with venom, a frown set upon your lips.

Newt stared at you, and you caught his eyes. He blinked. “You sure are scary when you want to be.”

You laughed at this, “Newt!” You hit the radio on, turning the volume up as you squinted out the windscreen again. You glanced in the mirrors as you changed lanes. The music was loud, the air was warm, and you were craving an ice cream cone.

“Anyway—” he mumbled, his cheeks a little pink. “What were you saying?”

You smiled, “Ice cream! At the beach!”

“What about it?”

You rolled your eyes, “Ice cream. At the beach,” you repeated. You turned a corner a little too harshly and Newt reached out for the side of the car and held on for dear life. You laughed. “Need I say more?”

He sighed, but there was a small smile on his lips. “You want to go get ice cream at the beach?”

“Yep,” you confirmed, with a nod of your head.

It’d been a long day, but he wasn’t about to decline spending more time with you. Ever since he met you, he felt like the circle of friends was complete. He’d always been good friends with Tommy and Minho, of course, but his friendship with you was different.

“Should I text the others?” he suggested, reaching for his phone.

“Nah,” you said, and the tips of your ears pinkened. You were suddenly thankful for the sunglasses you had on, otherwise he might see the nerves in your eyes. You weren’t easily shaken but when it concerned Newt…

Newt slipped his phone back into his pocket. The drive to the beach wasn’t far, and soon, you managed to park the car without cussing out the whole street. Newt always found your urge to swear very amusing, if not completely terrifying.

You greeted the warm, salty air with glee, and this made Newt smile. He watched as you danced over the hot asphalt of the road and onto the footpath, trying to slip your shoes back on without burning the soles of your feet or tripping over.

The path would lead down to the beachfront and soon, to your favorite ice cream place. It was a little breezy, which meant he could smell the salt in the air more than usual, but he enjoyed the warmth of the sun. He watched you as you paused in the middle of the footpath, trying to tie up your hair so it wouldn’t flail crazily in the breeze.

He came up behind you and swiftly pulled your hair out of your face with ease. His fingers brushed against the sides of your face as he scooped it up. He was used to doing this, you never quite managed to catch all the hair in one go. And you weren’t the most graceful human on the planet, but that was something he loved about you.

“Ah, my knight in shining armor,” you mumbled, the hair tie still in between your teeth. You pulled it from your mouth and grabbed your hair, your fingers touching his. You tied it up and he let go, taking a step back.

You turned to him, “Voila!” The breeze had shifted his blond curls slightly, and in the golden glow of the sun, he looked very attractive. Especially his eyes.

“Where would you be without me?”

“Bald, probably,” you giggled, and he smiled, shaking his head.

You both walked along the footpath, chatting about school and homework and your friends when you reached the small shop. The doors were opened up fully and there was only a short line waiting to order. You got in line quickly, and Newt stood beside you. You peered up at the menu board, though you were pretty sure you knew what you wanted.

But before you could order your ice cream, Newt stepped forward and recited your favorite ice cream flavor and his order, too. Then he paid for them both and he drifted inside to wait, watching as the girl behind the counter started scooping.

You watched him from where you stood, almost dumbfounded. You frowned, and quickly moved out of the line when you realized you were taking up space. You eyed him but he wouldn’t look at you, instead, his brown eyes were firmly planted on the hands making your ice creams.

You always paid separately. It’s just what you did. You were good friends, sure, but there was always this… prospect of it being more than that, almost like a pressure from outsiders’ expectations that you couldn’t explain, so to combat that, you’d always pay separately. Always invite the others to hang out with you. Always made everything strictly friend and not date. You even split money when it came to buying snacks from the supermarket—

“Why are you staring at me?” he murmured, watching the girl as she lifted the cones up onto the counter. Before you could answer, he stepped forward and grabbed them from their holders. He smiled and then passed your cone to you. He walked out of the ice cream shop and you followed, as if on autopilot.

He neared the sand and sat down on a concrete ledge that bordered the footpath and the beach. The breeze played with his curls and his shirt. He looked over his shoulder at you, ice cream on his lips, “Y/N?”

You sat down beside him in silence. You ate your ice cream, pondering the thoughts in your head.

“You’ve never been this quiet for this long, what’s up?” he licked the dripping ice cream off his fingers. His own sunglasses were still sitting on top of his head, propped up in his golden hair. He glanced at you when you didn’t answer him straight away.

“Y-you—” you stopped yourself, frowning. Newt watched you with curious eyes, practically forgetting about his ice cream. He’d never seen you stumble over your words or hesitate. “You… paid for my ice cream?”

Newt blinked. He glanced at his ice cream and he swallowed, “Yeah.”

“What—”

“I like you,” he said, straight to the point. But he couldn’t seem to lift his eyes to yours. But he didn’t wait for a response. “I’ve been thinkin’ about it,” he started, his voice both urgent and soft at the same time, somehow, “a lot. It’s been on a mind so often, I couldn’t just… ignore it.” He licked his lips, “I remembered the time you threw your popcorn bucket at the cinema, that time that we met, when we all went to see Avengers: Infinity War. You were so mad. And the bucket landed right on my head—”

You laughed, shaking your head, you remembered it too. You were so embarrassed; you’d never been embarrassed about something like that before. You knew you were loud, confident and a little crazy sometimes but that was who you were. And when you caught eyes with Newt, having just thrown your bucket right into his head, and he had turned in his seat to look over his shoulder up at you, hand on his head, he smiled so widely that your cheeks must have glowed red. It was like a shock to the system. This boy and everything about him.

He laughed, too, “And I thought, who is this girl?” he announced, with such enthusiasm, it made your heart flutter. He looked at you, eyes softening. “I liked you then, and ever since. I can’t ignore it anymore.”

You leaned over and kissed him, right on the lips, without warning, without second thought. He almost jumped out of his skin, not expecting you to feel the same way. But when the initial shock was over, he kissed you back. He blindly lifted the sunglasses from your nose, the things almost catching in your hair, and he set them down on the ledge. You tasted chocolate fudge ice cream on his lips. His free hand cupped your jaw, moved to your cheek, as he fumbled with his lips, messily pressing them to yours with a kind of urgency, a kind of confidence he wanted you to know about him. And then his hand drifted to your free hand and held it.

Your ice creams melted in your fingers, long forgotten.

[jay-and-dean]

Next Christmas

Dean x reader

Summary : She’s waiting for him, he’s coming home to her. This Christmas is a little different, but not as much as the one to come.

Warnings : So much Fluff you might get a little sick reading it. Implied Smut. No swearing ! (That’s really a first for me)

Words : 3.5 k (this was supposed to be a drabble, but you know me...)

Note : Merry Christmas everyone.

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          Just one more spoon of sugar, one more little fairy light on the iron banister. Everything has to be just like she remembers, but better. There has to be this magic atmosphere, like childhood were in the air ; happy childhood and silly dreams.

           A shiver roams her back and stomach, so she grazes it with shy fingers, and a tender smile enlighten her face.

           She takes a deep peaceful breath and looks at the room, it's almost perfect. Just like when she was a little girl. The Christmas tree is a little too big, with simple decoration in it : only sparkling lights and shinning bulbs ; a star at the top of it, not perfectly straight.

           The oven rings and she goes to it, another batch of Christmas cookies in cute shapes. She can't help but bite in one of them, hunger roaring in her belly, and she grunts at how hot it is. When she puts the cookies next to the others, a smile spreads on her face : She cooked way too many, and that's exactly what she wanted. There are too many chocolates and candies too, left here and there like kids had forgotten them.

           Christmas was always something special when she was a little girl, the one day kids were more important than adults in her family, the one day kids got to be kids. Not that her parents treated her bad, they were mostly nice to her, but their work was everything they had. So, as an only child being left alone most of the time, she had to grow up very fast, surrounded by ambitious adults and waiting during work meetings, late at night, that her dad finished work to finally go home and sleep.

           But this precise evening every year, for a reason she never quite figured out, it was different. No economical news on TV, but cartoons. No organic super healthy food she had to cook herself on the fridge, just candies and cakes, and slightly drunk adults not paying attention how many the little ones ate. No loneliness, but other kids to play, cousins and parent's coworker's children.

           The best night ever.

           Then she forgot about Christmas, about watching Princess Bride and The Little Mermaid in the middle of the night, fighting sleep to make the best night of the year last a little more. Christmas died with her parents, it died with the last crumbles of her childhood.

             When she met Dean and he fell in love with her, she really didn't need anything else to be happy, and every morning was like Christmas morning. Even covered in blood or digging in a graveyard... So she never paid attention to that day again. The Winchesters have their own humble way to celebrate it, in memory of being left alone that day, but together at least ; with only presents from the gas station and that awful eggnog. It was fine by her. As long as Dean was there.

           But not anymore. Of course, Dean will always be all she needs but this year, something else is important, shining so bright in her nights. She needs Christmas. Her kind of Christmas.

           She takes the robe's collar she's wearing to smell it, Dean's robe, hanging down to the floor a little when she walks, holding it like a princess’ dress. He wore it just two days ago, and when she closes her eyes, it's like his skin wasn't that far.

           Dean...

           He doesn't know she made all this yet. She did it in two days. After she had been a little sick, Dean asked her to stay home during this simple salt and burn hunt ; he's always so protective of her. It took her a few hours to decide if she could be without him for this long, nights without him are always the worst. Finally, when the need of a real Christmas eve came, she agreed, but made him swear that he will be back tonight, whatever happens.

           Putting the last bowl of almond cookies on the library table, she goes to the control room and turns off several lights. The bunker is always so bright, tonight, she needs the fairy lights she put everywhere to be like stars, and we only see stars at night.

           Now she sits on the wooden floor, where she puts pillows, next to the Christmas tree and the piano she bought to the bunker, her legs crossed like when she was a little girl. Opening her laptop, she presses play and smiles when The Lady and the Tramp starts. Not really watching it, she thinks.

           She thinks of Dean, of course, and how much she misses him, how proud she is right now and how much she wants to feel him, his strong arms holding her, his beloved smell wrapping her, his emerald eyes piercing hers. A tear escapes the corner of her eye and she lets it fall until spread on her lips, salty and warm. It's not that rare that her love for him overwhelms her, but lately, she's really emotional.

           And big adorable Sammy. She misses him too, him and his sassy comments on how she’s way too good for Dean. She hates when the bunker is empty. Because she worked so hard to make it a real home, not just for her, but for the man of her life that never really had one ; and she’s proud of what she accomplished over the last years. She helped her new family cleaning the world of nightmares and when it got a little more serene, she took time to make this military base a home. Now more than ever, she’s really glad she did.

With a glance at her phone, she sighs. Waiting is becoming horrible because lights are only bright when her love is here, life’s colors can’t be visible without the sun. But her man his on his way...

           Wrapped in his robe with only panties and bra underneath to feel the tickles of the textile on her very sensible skin, she closes her eyes, imagining next Christmas ; a hand slipping inside the soft fabric to find her own skin, tracing the tattoo she got of his initials on her ribs, and a little lower.

           When she hears the main door, her heart swells instantly, and, like the first night Dean joined her in her bedroom, she can't move, her blood rushing to her head, shaking a little in anticipation.

"Wow" his deep voice resonates. "Baby you made all of this ?"

Sam's voice joins his, commenting the peaceful atmosphere she created.

           She turns her head, to see the tall hero she loves more than everything, but before she can get up, he lets his bag down and squats in front of her. She searches his faces for a mark of pain, a scratch, a bruise… but he seems fine.

"How do you feel ?" he asks with a worried smile.

"Better" she murmurs, looking at him in awe, relieved to smell him again.

How can he be so beautiful ? How is she supposed to get used to it ?

           He bends to catch her lips tenderly, letting her feel the soft pillows she loves so much and her heart races again, after all this time. She takes his face in her hands, feeling his sharp jaw under her loving fingers. His face still in her protective hands, he turns his head to look at the screen and chuckles ; she usually never watches Disney movies. After looking around for a minute, he bites his lips.

"It smells so good in here..." he says softly, his right hand finding hers like always.

           Dean loves holding her hand. In the streets, during researches, while driving and when he's buried deep inside of her, amazed that she offers herself to him every time he needs to come home between her legs.

           She joins his fingers to squeezes his strong palm, lifting it to kiss his knuckles.

"I made cookies" she smiles.

"You made a thousand !" Sam rhapsodizes, putting his bag down too, and turning round to look at the bunker. "You definitely know how to make a place home."

           Dean gets up to reach the cookies and she stops him with just a word.

"First..." she states and he freezes. "You two go put on your pajamas. Christmas eve is supposed to be comfy and lazy."

"Yes Mam" Dean says, putting his hand on her hair, messing with it a little. "But you're kinda wearing mine."

"You still have that cute hotdogs pants" she hums, leaning to his touch.

He nods and leaves, still looking all around as he walks.

             She will probably never know how much Dean loves her, not really. She knows he does of course and she feels it to her bones, he tells her every day, but it's not even close to the truth. To know how deep he loves her, she would have to know how truly big his heart is, and not even Chuck is really aware of that. Dean Winchester loves with his entire soul : Her, with even more than that.

           While he puts on his pants and a grey t-shirt, he smiles at the mess she made again in his formerly so tidy and cold room : the sheets are completely crumbled since they made love. How can she sleep good in a bed with folds everywhere and pillows on the floor ? There are books she all started at the same time, clothes she wore only a few hours… He makes the bed quickly, and puts the empty bottle of orange juice in the trash with a loving sigh.

For him, she’s not just his love, she’s Life. Brining music to fill every dark silences, she’s messy and beautiful, impatient and warm when he’s only grumpy and dark, worn out by Hell, by years of a painful loneliness and the coldness of self-hate. Sometimes, he just feels like November and in love with June… His love is a sunny girl, she always misses the sun when it’s hidden too long ; but for some reason, she seems to see him as the precious Star itself, and even calls him that from time to time. My Sun.

Taking care of her precious smile to make it last her whole life is all that matters to him.

What is happening to her ? Lately she seems nostalgic, she talked about her parents, she hadn't for years, she even asked questions about Mary and John... Watched the few pictures Dean has of his childhood, the one John had in his wallet when the house burned. She laughed at his freckles face, but it was an emotional laugh. And he wonders… Is she suddenly sad that nothing is left of her own childhood ? What can he do to ease that pain she must be feeling ?

           The hunt is long forgotten, it was the second he told her he was coming home. But when he saw what she had been preparing, there was nothing more in his head than knowing what she had in mind. Long ago, she talked about how Christmas was important to her as a child, but it was in the course of a drunken talk in the middle of summer. Dean never really tried to make that day special and now he regrets it. Maybe she desperately needed it, and he didn't listen.

           What she did is perfect for him, as usual. The lights everywhere, the peaceful smell of cake just coming out of the oven, this amazing tree. The bunker is unrecognizable. He just wishes he had had a little of that, growing up, that magic that is not witchcraft or demonic powers... So he could give her what she obviously needs even if she's a fierce warrior : a hint of fairy tales.

           Taking a last look at the room, he thinks about what he wants to give her tonight, something that he knows is a gift to both of them : Love. He can see himself buried between her thighs, grunting in her ear while she holds on to him, filling her with all he has. He can see her mouth agape when she comes, strangled moans stuck in her red throat, letting go without any restraint, because she is his.

           Taking the present he bought her from his bag, he closes the door behind him.

             She takes a deep shaky breath and looks down at herself, playing with the belt of the robe. And once more, she thinks of next Christmas.

“Okay baby” Dean says coming back. “Good thing I bought you a present… I would have hated myself for coming home with nothing after you made all that.”

“I thought we already talked about the hating yourself part…” she grunts.

She started to move but he stops her with a word just like she did before :

“Stay…” his hand encourages her to remain comfortably between the pillows. “Guide me.”

“There are pizzas in the fridge if you want. I bought it because, after hunt, you might need real food, but…” she starts. “The tradition is that we eat only candies and cookies on Christmas eve.”

“Only candies it is then” Dean nods.

Sam enters and starts pouring three glasses of the fine whiskey she bought.

“Do you want pizza Sammy ?” Dean asks, his strong and beautiful voice making her smile in her head.

“I’ll eat like you” Sam simply answers feeling the perfect gratitude that warms him since his brother finally got his piece of Heaven.

“Tell me baby” Dean states, waiting for orders.

“You have to take the cookies…”

“The thousands you made” he cuts her in a chuckle.

“Yeah well, there are all the flavors you like…”

He starts making round trips to put all the plates and bowls on the floor, pecking her lips when he bends to arrange it next to her.

“Can you bring the orange juice bottle ?” she grins with her cutest face.

“When you drink too much of it, you get sick” he reminds her. “You puked like just four days ago because of that… Is it a good idea ?”

“I love orange juice” she pouts. “And I won’t get sick, Deanie.”

He goes to the kitchen and brings her only a glass of it, letting the bottle in the fridge so she won’t do that thing where she doesn’t care that too much gives her stomach pain… until she actually gets sick.

“That’s it, you can sit now. Come to me” she lifts her arms, reaching for him.

             He does. He sits just next to her and wraps his arm around her body, letting her snuggle close to him in a hum of satisfaction.

“So… Cookies and sitting on pillows” his giant brother says, sitting with them, giving them the drinks he prepared. “Nice.”

“Shut up” she pushes him a little, taking the glass he gives her to put it next to her glass of orange juice.

“No” Sam chuckles, I’m honest ! It’s great. What other tradition do you want to share ?”

“I don’t exactly remember what I was doing” she sighs. “What I know is… It was kid’s day, nothing was forbidden. And yeah… eating candies on the floor, watching cartoons… Just, you know, be happy and carefree surrounded by the people you love.”

Dean’s glare is glued to her face as she talks, the little star-lights reflecting in his loving eyes.

           Sam raises his glass at her words.

“To the people we love” he smiles.

Dean takes his own drink and raises it too.

“Yeah, to the people we love and to the woman I love” he states in his typical serious frown.

She takes the glass of orange juice and lifts it, amazed by her luck.

“To the people we love and who love us. And to every Christmases to come.”

           Dean has to force himself to stop smiling to drink. He takes the box he kept in his pocket and gives it to her, sliding it between her palm and the thigh it’s resting on. She looks down and smiles, nuzzling in his neck to put a kiss there.

“Oh I forgot mine in the trunk” Sam says with his mouth full. “Is presents time now ?”

She shrugs, suddenly nervous and reaches for Dean’s hand, he takes it and searches her face, trying to hide the worried frown he got from suddenly feeling a hint of anxiety irradiating of her.

           She starts to open the little box and a warm smile enlighten her face like a sunny spell. She takes the little gold sun hanging on the necklace and kisses it before kissing Dean’s plumb lips.

“You always miss the sun in winter” he states softly, taking it to tie it around her neck, his fingers lingering a little on her neck.

“I love it” she states. “I love you.”

Sam gets up.

“Okay I’ll go get mine” he says, taking two more cookies like he needed some for the road.

           The second he leaves, she gives Dean a little flat gift with a perfect golden bow on it, taking a deep breath.

“Shouldn’t I wait for Sam ?” he asks, playing with the bow.

“No” she shakes her head, her eyes a little brighter than usual.

“Oh… sexy gift” Dean gives her a dorky grin.

She chuckles and bites her lips to hide the waves of emotions rushing through her. Dean can feel she’s shaking, and he can see the tears in her eyes.

“Hey baby… Are okay ? I always love your presents, why are you so nervous ?”

“This one is special” she murmurs.

Intrigued, he rips the paper and a word hits his pupils right away.

Dad.

           In the paper, a tiny little black t-shirt, the smallest Dean ever saw, with the words My dad is a hero written on it.

           He starts to shake. A thousand thoughts cross his mind and, despite what he would have said a few years ago, there are only good thoughts. He can’t move for a few seconds so she takes his hand.

“I know we… Only talked about that this time I was late. It was not in our plans, baby…” she speaks, searching his face. “But… when I told you my periods came and I was relieved… You really seemed…”

“Yeah… I…”

Dean can’t express his feelings right now. He can’t explain that this accident, she was afraid had happened made his heart grow twice his size in an instant. He can’t tell how secretly thrilled he was ; flashes of Sammy, of Ben crossing his mind. How proud he was that maybe she was caring his baby, like he belonged in her body for good. That nature had decided for them… And gave him the one thing he never dared to ask because well… He has nothing to give a child, and this life is a curse.

He had all those thoughts because, let’s be honest, everyone who knows him for real realized that at some point : Dean was made to be a father.

           So yes, when she jumped at his neck that morning to tell him she worried him for nothing, he wasn’t able to hide it : A hope broke in him.

“You always say you want to fill me” she looks down, licking her lips, blushing a little. “Well you did for real.” As he still can’t talk she continues, putting a hand on her lower back. “I know you Deanie… You will be the best dad ever. A-and this life, we will compromise but we are not changing who we are. Our house won’t be like all the others, but our baby, he will grow up with people who love him so much.”

Dean is crying now.

           He takes the love of his life in his arms and nuzzles in her neck, soaking the collar of his robe.

“I lo-love you s-so much” he stammers, making her sob on a strangled smile.

She kisses his temple, stroking his back like he was a little boy.

“I’m so proud to be caring your baby” she whispers. “I hope the child looks just like you… I already love h…” she can’t finish her sentence as Dean crushes his lips on hers, clumsily kissing her several times, each of them tasting the tears of the other.

           Sam doesn’t dare to move. His gift in his hand, he looks at them, tears falling down his face too. He’s not worried, because everything that seemed impossible in this life became different when she came in his brother’s life, like a wave of hope. And she’s right : Dean and him weren’t happy growing up, but not because their dad was a hunter, because he was destroyed, because their mom wasn’t there, because they had no home…

“I can’t wait to be next Christmas” he finally murmurs, sitting back next to the tree.

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My Everything~ Lucas

Summary: Bad dreams of losing you made put fear in his heart

Pairing: Lucas X Reader

Warning: Angst character death though it's a dream, fluff

Admin Winnie🐻

Your hands gripped onto his, as the chill of the cities breeze passed over the bare skin of your legs. Your eyes gleamed up at him, the sharpness of his jaw made you lips itch with the want of the feeling of the stubble the trailed across his skin. As if he felt your stare, he turned away from the conversation he was in the middle of and smiled down at you. His fingers squeezing yours as he leans down to have his lips press against yours making you smile. The soft feeling of his lips made your hand move to his chest and press against the base of his neck, his hand moving to cup your cheek when you hear gagging making you fight to roll open your eyes.

"Love birds, come on!" Taeyong called out, making your eyes flip open as the two of you finally pull away from each other, there stood the grey-haired man with a small playful smile on his face. Lucas large hand slides from your cheek down to around your waist, the feeling of his fingers gripping at the top of your ripped up shorts had your heart speeding up as you look back up at him. Nothing in your mind making sense, with the feeling of his fingertips brushing your skin as the two of you step up to the ticket booth.

"End Game, right?" His deep voice was breathed into your ear,a jump from you made him chuckle as he smiled once again down at you.

"Yeah, End Game." You whisper making him nod as he moved forward his warmth slipping from your body making your heart finally slow as if it felt like you could finally catch your breath. You stand back watching as the ticketer handed him the two tickets as he looked to you, taking a step forward. The feeling of his fingers grabbing your back pocket and pulling you back to his side made you giggle as he nudged against the top of your head as you catch up to the waiting boys. "Think it's gonna be worth the hype?" He asked as the two of you walk into the slightly warmer movie theater.

"I mean I hope." You say looking up at him, he couldn't help but look at you as you two walked to the food convention stand. His eyes watching you look around the theater with wide bright eyes, the different movie posters catching your attention as you finally stop inline the salty smell of popcorn making you roll your bottom lip between your teeth. Taeyong moving up behind you suddenly making you jump and make a squeal of noise when his cold hands touched your waist

"Oh, my Y/n-ah." He chuckled as your glared at him your hand moving forward to slap his chest. Lucas gripped his stomach as he watched the scene unfold, a smile gracing his face as he watched you interact with his friends. 

"I might have a bad knee but I still have a good foot to shove up your ass." You mumbled making Mark spit out the laugh he had been holding back, Jungwoo had looked at you with wide eyes as Lucas jumps in. His arm sliding across your waist as his nose brushed against the base of your neck, his warm breath fanned against your skin making you shiver slightly.

"Come on baby, let's get some candy and popcorn." His voice brought a small smile lifts onto your lips, your hand moving to his arm as the two of you order, pulling away to grab a drink making him pout as you chuckle. Jungwoo nudged you with his hip making you look at the brown-haired boy with a small smile and a raised eyebrow.

“Yes?” You question moving to the side to place a lid onto your cup, he gives you his toothy smile as he looks at you.

“He really loves you, you know that right?” His words made your smile grows, your ears burn and your heart hammer against your chest, it felt like it was even gonna try and reach up and out of your throat.

“Well, I really love him.” You said look at Jungwoo then turning your head, your eyes catching his tall lanky body waiting for you with popcorn and candy, talking with Mark and Taeyong. You couldn’t help the smile grow on your face as you swallow, quickly looking back at the older man with a smile. “I really do.”

“I can tell.” 

The night becoming nothing but laughs and memories with Lucas and your friends that you could never forget. On the drive home, you were enjoying jamming out to the new Got7 song, the beat making you nod your hand as his hand laced with yours as the other was resting on the steering wheel. Suddenly a blaring light in your eyes, a jerk, sound a breaking glass and a car horn. All Lucas could see when he opened his eyes was your bleeding head eyes opened but there was no life behind, making him shake his head as tears build up in his eyes.

“No, no no baby wake up.” He whimpered his hand moving to your shoulder, blood smeared against his hand as he moved, ignoring the throbbing pain in his neck. “Baby? Y/n...Y/n please please baby I need you so much..wake up.” 

“Y/n!’ He woke up to gasps of air, reaching his lungs, he was in his room in his bed uninjured. No pain at all, but when he laid back down his hand reached for you, and you were gone making him jump up and look around, your side of the bed was cold his eyes wide as he jumped out of bed in a rush and into the hall.  "Y/n!" His voice called out, the morning sun hitting your bare thighs as you sat on the ledge of one of the windows of his studio apartment. Your hands placed your phone down as you looked up, his voice full of panic as you say his bare-chested frame stumble from his bedroom. His brown mocha eyes wide as he looked around, they even looked puffy and read as if he was crying, and that thought was confirmed with his sniffle and his had whipping at his cheek.

"Baby?" You called making his eyes quickly catch you, his body unfreezing, as he quickly moved to where you sat landing onto his knees. His arms pulling you into his grasp, your toes sliding against the concrete floor as his head nuzzles into your chest. Your hands reach around his head, finding their way into his hair as you felt a wet spot build upon his shirt you had stolen making your eyes widen as he slipped closer, between your legs as his hands tighten around your hips. "Hey, Lu, baby what's wrong?" You mumbled pulling his head away from your chest, though he fought it when you did you wanted to shove him right back in and hold him closer than before. There he sat, bloodshot eyes matched tear-stained cheeks and nothing but a puffy face and lips pouting as he looked at you. Scanned every single feature as he let out a choked sob. “Oh, baby.” You whispered making him fall back into your chest, his hands gripping the fabric around you tightly as he took a deep breath in, his body shaking.

“Bad.. a bad dream.” he whimpered out making you softly huff, your nose pushing against the top of his head, taking a deep breath in as one of your hands slid down to his shoulders. “You..you weren’t..and then I woke up and you-” He couldn’t catch his breath making you tighten your grip around him, your body sliding off of the ledge into his awaiting lap as he held onto you.

“Hey..hey I’m right here, I’m holding you right now and I’m not going anywhere..ever..okay I love you so much Lucas it’s not even funny.” Your words seemed to have soothed him enough to pull away and look at you, a small smile lifting on the corners of his mouth as he looked at you. His eyes stayed on you, his head moving up making you bend down to meet halfway, forehead against forehead, noses brushing as your hands move to cup his cheeks as you smile down at him.

“You're my everything..literally my everything I don’t know what I would do without you anymore.”