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Gilded Constellations | (wolfstar x reader)

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Pairing: Wolfstar x Reader Word Count: 7.3 K Warnings: ANGST! Prompt: Vixen tries to survive in the snow while Remus desperatly tries to find her. This IS a Wolfstar x reader fic, but it's incredibly slow burn. They won't start all dating each other until we're very deep into the story, but I promise the long wait will be worth it. Proofread by lovely: @aremuslupinsimp

Chapter 46: Comfortably Numb

Well, hold on, my darling This mess was yours Now your mess is mine

You had woken up hastily after seeing Nina, your eyes snapping open in hopes she really was there, but there was no one, just more snow, gently falling on top of the white layer already covering most of the fields. Your eyes started to close again until you felt something on your nose, you opened your eyes only to see a blue butterfly.

But here? In the snow? You wondered as you saw its wings bat desperate, tired, and cold. You could feel the crisp taping of paper-like, frozen delicate things against your cheek and lashes, urging you to open your eyes back up, to wake up and fight.

You moved your hand towards your face and the butterfly gingerly jumped to your finger, “You must be cold,” you whispered. You felt cold too, although it wasn’t as cold as before. In truth you were so tired and numb, you barely registered how cold it was until you felt her wings flapping against your cheeks.

“If I had my wand I could make us a fire,” you said, “but that was taken away from me, to help someone who helped me get here… You can stay by me if you want…” you added as you let your hand fall on your lap carefully. The small butterfly flapped their wings again, desperate to get your attention.

“Not warm enough, is it?” You asked and sighed. “I’ll try to get us there then,” you said as you pointed at the shack, you knew it would be warm. It was hard to get up, the stunning spell and how tired you were at this point had taken a toll on you. Your movements were strained and languid, it took you a full minute to stand. The butterfly kept flying around you, desperate. You extended your hand to help and she flew towards your shoulder, sitting just over the sleeve of your dress.

Oh right, you were only wearing a dress, perhaps that was the reason it was so cold. You managed to walk all the way to the door, with a slow and steady pace, but once you reached, the door wouldn’t budge. It was firmly closed, and you didn’t have your wand to pry it open, you didn’t even have the penknife you had made for Sirius. You leaned your back against the doorframe, you felt so tired.

“Looks like we’re staying out here, Blue,” you said as you looked at the butterfly, who flew rapidly towards your face in response. You sighed, “You wouldn’t make it, would you?” you asked and pushed yourself off the door, searching for another way in. That’s when you spotted one of the crossed-out windows. Perhaps if I try hard enough…

You used the walls to step down from the stairs and walked towards the window. It was covered with wood, but one of the slabs seemed at least slightly rotten, so you grabbed that one, ignoring the splinters digging into your palms and pulled.

Nothing happened. You frowned, took a deep breath and pulled again. There was a creaking sound, but the wood was still firmly glued to the side panels of the window. You nodded, hyping yourself up as you tried again. One, two, three, PULL!

The piece of wood came along with you as you stumbled back a good few steps. You looked at it and smiled, throwing the wood on the floor and leaning against the window. It was still as messy as you remembered, but the clouding against the window meant it was warm. You grabbed a fist full of the flowy fabric of your dress and punched on the window, you felt it shatter as your fist went through the crystal. When you pulled your hand back you allowed your dress and the tiny shards of glass to fall onto the snow.

You turned around and pushed your hand towards the butterfly. She placed herself in the middle of your palm and you carefully brought her inside. She seemed even more active once inside the warmer climate and you smiled. At least you could save a butterfly.

You swallowed again and tried to pull the wood slab just over the one you had managed to rip out earlier but it was useless, the wood wasn’t as putrid as the other one, and it was firmly nailed onto the window. You huffed and tried again, but the result was the same. The butterfly seemed to be flying desperately as it watched you struggle. You sighed after trying one more time and allowed yourself to fall on the floor, your eyes closed when you felt the flapping of the wings against your cheeks again.

“What are you doing here?” you asked as you stared at it. “Go back inside, it’s warm, you’ll diе out here.”

The butterfly stubbornly flew around you. It couldn’t talk, but if it did, you’d imagine it would be telling you the same thing you were trying to tell it. You sighed and stood up, helping her back inside. “I’ll find safety,” you promised as you looked at her. “But you need to stay inside.”

The butterfly refused. You carefully hurled her back inside. It wasn’t easy but you were gentle enough not to hurt her. Once she was inside you dug down and grabbed some snow, attempting to close the hole you’d made with it. You dragged the snow from the sides of the sill and pressed them against the opened area, ignoring the sharp pain when a shard of glass dug into the side of your palm. Or perhaps it was more than one, your hand was too numb to feel it all.

Once you made sure the butterfly wouldn’t be able to follow, you took a deep breath and focused on the snow. You used a similar spell to the one you had used on the snow fight, but rather than a projectile, you used the same type of magic to make sure the snow wouldn’t melt for a while. The butterfly was fluttering madly inside, as if desperate to come back out.

“It’s all right,” you reassured, “I’ll find a way to safety, I promise.” You smiled faintly and then turned around. If you couldn’t get inside the shack, then the closest way to safety was through the forest. You weren’t scared, you knew the most dangerous thing that roamed it already, and he wasn’t around tonight.

You looked up at the sky, the stars were impossibly bright, and the moon was waning. The path towards the forest was dark, but illuminated enough for you to see your way. You took in a deep cold breath and decided that if you’d have to get to the castle either way, you might as well do it now.

The snow was hard and freezing, your feet hurt as you tried to raise them so you were pretty much dragging them through the thick and cold snow. With no shoes, they felt colder than ever, you could barely feel them at this point, but you kept walking.

You fell more than once, but the ghost memory of the Blue flapping her wings against your cheeks got you to stand again. To keep walking, to keep fighting. But the castle seemed so far away, and the cold snow appeared as a welcoming blanket every time you stumbled onto it again. It was tempting, awfully tempting to just allow yourself to fall on it, to let it slowly drape over you and to become numb, not only your body, but your mind as well.

When would they find you if you did? In a week when they realised you were gone? In a month when other animals dug you out of the snow desperate for something to eat? In months? After the weather grew warm and the insects had made your skin their home. You wished you could shudder at the sombre thoughts, but the snow still looked beguiling.

Perhaps she would wash away your thoughts, perhaps she’d get rid of the pain inside like she had done with the one outside. The soft, white blanket, ready to wrap itself around you until you were completely swallowed by it, until you were one with it, and nothing more.

But the memory of the butterfly got you up again, you’d have to go back to help her out, if you stayed in the snow, then she would stay in the shack, and the two of you would be nothing more than a memory.

Remus had run to the Whomping Willow the second he pocketed the mirror. He didn’t even bother hiding the fact that he was going out at night, he didn’t sneak out, he didn’t care if he got detention, he didn’t care if he got expelled. Not after what Sirius had told him. Not after hearing how you were sitting on the snow, with your eyes closing and with the same cold he felt, so heavy around him. The snow was falling so hard he couldn’t see more than a few metres ahead, and he was scared.

No, Remus was terrified, as terrified as he had been that night you’d discovered he was a Werewolf, as terrified as he was when he saw you fall from your broom back at the game, as terrified as that night you insisted on turning into Vixen alongside the rest of the Marauders to be with Moony.

He had been terrified of losing you then, and he was hysterical over feeling the exact same way now. He sprinted towards the tree, not thinking twice if he would get hit by one of its branches as he ducked and jumped to get to the hole. He slid down and ran, so fast his legs cried for him to stop, his heart drumming in his ears and his breath short. It took some time, but when he finally made it, when he found the door, he busted it open and walked inside. He didn’t waste time, walking towards the entrance and using his wand to open the door.

“Sirius said you’d be there,” he whispered as he looked at the empty fence. The snow had already covered your tracks, but he could smell the same urgent, scared and terrified scent of you he was already familiar with. He looked around and spotted the wood slab you had ripped from the window. He could smell bIood on it and he cringed, taking it in his hands only to spot small droplets of it over the sides. He winced at the thought of you hurting yourself and then dropped the wood and looked around again. The snow, being so thick, had easily erased your steps, but even if he couldn’t see, he could smell.

His senses weren’t as keen as they were close to the moon, he wasn’t as good at tracking as Moony was, but if there was a time to take advantage of his abilities, it was now. He closed his eyes and focused on you. It was hard at first, the snow was thick and cold and his nose was freezing, but he managed to spot you, a trace of you. When he opened his eyes again, they were way more golden than normal, and he sprinted towards the source of the smell. He ran, ignoring the snow that had slipped inside his Converse, ignoring the complaints of his bones. The moon had been only days ago and he was still rather sore, but he ran.

By the time he spotted a faint dark dot in the distance, he was already panting, but he pushed through and sprinted all the way to you. By the time he reached you, you were kneeling on the floor, slow breaths and looking up, attempting to stand again. He kneeled in front of you and took you a minute to really see him, thinking for a moment it was just another game your mind was playing on you.

“Rem?” you asked, voice cracked and barely a whisper.

“Merlin, you’re all right,” he said as he dragged you towards him. You weren’t all right. You felt as cold as the place surrounding you. Remus panicked as he held you close to him. And he took off the coat he was wearing to wrap it around you.

“No, it’s cold, you use it,” you slurred as you shivered. Remus gave you a sympathetic look.

“I’m going to carry you, I think I can apparate you back in the Shack,” he explained.

“It’s closed, can’t open it…” you said as you shook your head, not quite thinking. “Must get to the castle, it’s safe,” you said, you had told yourself that over and over again as you walked, you were merely repeating it now. Not even thinking Remus could probably crank the door open if he wanted to.

“You don’t have your wand?” he said as he pulled you up from the floor and slung one of your arms around his shoulder. You shook your head in response. “I’m going to pick you up now,” he added as he passed his arm under your legs and pulled you up with ease. “I have my wand,” he added reassuringly, handing it over to you, he knew it would make you feel better.

And then he closed his eyes, taking a deep breath and concentrating on the Shack. The shape of the walls, the window covered by wooden slabs, the run-down chimney and the scuffed floors, once the image was neat enough, he followed Dumbledore’s instructions, the world dissolved around him only for him to appear in the shack. The first thing he did was let you down on the floor carefully and make sure he hadn’t accidentally splinched you.

“You alright? Anything hurts?” He asked as he placed his hands on your face to check on you. They were warm and kind, incredibly reassuring to your still-fuzzy mind. You couldn’t have been dreaming that, could you?

You focused your gaze on his, still rather dazed and shook your head. He placed his hand over yours and took hold of the wand, closing the door with a short wave of it and then turning the fire to help the room heat up slowly.

He took a look at you, your skin was dull with the cold, the colour fading and stale. Remus carried you again and dragged you towards the room, the torn sheets from a few nights back were still on the bed and he sat you there slowly. He asked you a few questions, and you responded automatically, too numb to think properly.

“Luv, you’re not even listening to me,” he complained as he pulled your face into your hands. You blinked and tried to focus on him again.

“Sorry,” you mustered.

He sighed. “Listen, I’m going to give you my jumper, and then I’ll check your hands up. We need to warm you up slowly, okay?”

“It is cold,” you responded as your teeth clung together.

Remus took off his jumper and helped you put it on top of your dress. The dress was cold, but he used a spell to have it warm up slowly as he laid you on the bed. “Is it better?”

You nodded, jaw still quivering from the cold. Remus took a short breath and pulled your hands towards his. Some of the splinters of wood were still stuck in your hand and he was careful as he started to remove them. Your hands were cold and he could see small –now melting– crystals of bIood attached to certain sections of your palm. When he was done, he used a spell to aid the healing process, your hands had just started to get their warmth back when he heard a heavy breath coming from you.

You had fallen asleep. Peaceful, but still shivering. He frowned and pulled the mirror from his pocket. Sirius, taking the wand from the bed and using it to send to shine a light, Sirius instantly peaked his head on the other side.

“How is she? Is she okay?” Sirius mouthed desperately.

Remus smiled and nodded, showing him your sleeping figure. “She’s cold,” he explained. “I’m trying to warm her up.”

“Hug her!” Sirius said instantly. “Cuddle her! You’re always warm!” Remus gave him a questioning look. “You always cuddle her, it’s no different.”

It was very different. Remus had never cuddled you without Sirius in the bed too. James beside Sirius nodded supportingly. He didn’t see the issue, he’d cuddle you if it was necessary. Of course, James saw you as a friend and nothing more.

Remus nodded and left the mirror on the table, promising the boys he’ll talk to them later, with the radio to explain it all better. Then he leaned onto the edge of the bed. “Little Witch,” he called softly.

You didn’t react, eyes still closed and breathing slow. He placed a hand on your face, it was warmer, but still colder than it should be. He played with a bit of your hair and placed it behind your ear, allowing his fingers to brush over your face, “Little Witch,” he called again.

You were beautiful, even in the cold, even with the shivers, Remus thought you looked stunning. He wondered how you must have looked when you stepped into that party, with your hair perfectly arranged and your makeup freshly done, definitely a sight to behold. And then he sighed, here he was ogling at you while his best friend –your boyfriend– was at home, worried for his girlfriend. Asking him to cuddle you, and yet he felt doing so would be akin to betrayal, just because of how much he liked you.

“Little Witch,” he said again, this time you hummed, your eyes opening slightly, unfocused. “I think I should cuddle you to warm you up faster, is that okay?”

“It is always okay for you to cuddle me,” you responded, not quite thinking, and closing your eyes again before you noticed the blush on Remus’ cheeks. You couldn’t have meant that, or perhaps you did, in which case you really thought of him as your closest friend, which in turn, made him feel even worse.

Remus carefully climbed onto the bed and under the covers. He was on the side, and hesitated a little before leaning in to cuddle you. Most of the time, it was you and Sirius that leaned into him, not the other way around. He never wanted to seem invasive, and he really only moved you around when you were Vixen. It was easier to think of the two of you as different entities instead of the same.

But you leaned back to him almost instantly, allowing your head to rest on one of his arms and pulling the other one around you. You seemed a lot more comfortable, the shivering reducing significantly. It took a minute for Remus to untense, but eventually, he relaxed on to you, even daring to bring you closer as he rubbed his hand over your clothed arm to try and warm you up faster with the friction. Eventually, he too fell asleep.

When he opened his eyes again, you weren’t there. He stood up in an instant, terrified you had been a dream, that he hadn’t found you in the snow and that for some twisted reason, you were still out there freezing. But then he spotted the silhouette of a shadow, and he looked ahead. Crouched, looking impossibly small, you sat next to the fire, using a poker to liven up the flames, arm wrapped around your legs and using both his jumper and his coat to warm yourself up. He couldn’t see your face, but the way you were breathing… it looked like you had been crying.

He pulled the covers off of him and dragged them alongside himself as he sat next to you. He didn’t make a sound as he placed the covers around the two of you, and he hesitated before placing his hand on your forehead, then allowing it to slide down your cheek, and letting his thumb brush under your chin. You were a lot warmer now.

You didn’t react, you allowed him to touch you as you continued to stare at the fire. The dancing flames reflecting onto your glassy eyes.

Your temperature had risen, the cold was no longer clouding your mind, and you had struggled to hold back the tears for at least half an hour before you decided to step out of bed, hoping not to wake Remus up with your sobs. You didn’t want to cry in front of him, not after what you’d done, after what you’d caused. You didn’t deserve to cry.

“Little Witch?” Remus asked, tilting his head to the side when you attempted to blink back some tears.

You swallowed thickly, did you even deserve such an endearing nickname?

“Hey,” he leaned a little closer, placing a hand on your shoulder, you avoided his gaze, how interesting did the dancing flames seem, with their hues of yellow, red and bright white, with the sparkling bits floating off until they disappeared, with the ash of the wood piling at the bottom. It clearly hadn’t been cleared in a while.

Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry.

“Love, whatever happened, I won’t judge you, you know that, right?”

It was as if he had guessed your thoughts, Remus had always been incredibly perceptive, you sometimes underestimated just how much. But Remus understood, he understood exactly what you were feeling because he had played the scenario where he accidentally hurt those he loved over and over again in his brain for years.

And while he didn’t know much, Sirius did tell him about the fire and about your mother’s passing.

He was looking at you with such a kind-hearted look, trusting and kind. Like he would give you the world if you asked –he would– and you couldn’t help but break. You disliked being vulnerable, you hated having to show said vulnerability, but with Remus looking at you like that, with the night you’d had, perhaps allowing yourself to cry in front of your best friend wouldn’t be so bad. You knew Remus wouldn’t judge you, at least not for crying.

“Love?” he asked, you sobbed. Your face slowly scrunching up as you sniffed. It was hard to breathe as you opened your mouth to take in some air and then you sobbed again.

“I kiIled them,” you said, barely managing to open your eyes to look at Remus straight in the face. You wanted to see his reaction, half expecting him to pull back, to look at you in disgust, to recoil from you and to leave you crying alone in the room. A part of you wanted that, the part that wanted to cry and break everything, the one that needed to be alone.

But Remus didn’t do any of those things, instead, he opened his arms and wrapped them around you, bringing you closer to him, “I don’t care,” he said honestly.

You sobbed, and pulled back to look at him, “I kiIIed them, Remus!” you repeated, louder now. “My mum and Nina, they’re both dеad because of me!”

You felt Remus’ breath slow down as he tightened his arms around you and dragged you back into the hug. He didn’t know about Nina. “Did you want to kiIl them?” he asked simply. He wouldn’t have pushed you away even if you had.

“No,” you said in a whisper.

“Then it was an accident.”

You sniffed, trying to push him off, but he tightened his grip around you, not allowing you to snap out of his embrace. “But I still caused their dеaths! I’m a murderer!”

“I don’t care,” he repeated as he pushed you even closer to him. “I wouldn’t even care if you had done it on purpose, that would just mean they gave you a reason.” You sobbed, allowing the tears to slide down your cheeks, wetting the soft cotton shirt he wore. You didn’t realise it then, but it was the Sex Pistols shirt you had sent him as a gift.

“You don’t have to tell me what happened, you don’t need to tell me anything at all,” he said softly as he brushed his hand on your back and pulled you even closer, so close you ended up sitting on his lap as you leaned into him and cried. “But I’m here, darling. I’m here and you can cry with me all you need.”

You had no idea how comforting it could be to cry with someone, you had always done it alone. But Remus was soft and reassuring, whispering calming words into your ears as he continued to brush his hands on you. Over your back, on your head, almost like he did when you were Vixen, but with more purpose now, it wasn’t about making Vixen get the smell of the pack, it wasn’t about making her warm, it was about making you warm.

He was hugging you consciously, brushing his hands over your body in an attempt to make you feel solace, and while his touch didn’t have the amnesiac ability the Lethe offered –and that you might have gladly drunk that night– he did offer a comfort like you hadn’t experienced in your life. Crying into Remus’ arms was like crying in a bed of soft, feathery clouds. Like the angels had come down to earth to commiserate you and absolve you of your wrongdoings.

It was also comforting to know that no matter what, you had someone on your side. You had lost your father that night, you had kiIled your mother and your friend had diеd trying to protect you, even though Barty and Evan helped you escape, you had never felt so immeasurably lonely as you had while you tried to help that small butterfly, or when you had walked towards the castle, your feet on the cold snow feeling number as the minutes passed by.

And then you ended up with Remus, hugging you and whispering how things would be all right, how Sirius and James had been worried and how happy they had been when he showed them you were all right. That no matter what you did, he wouldn’t leave, that Sirius wouldn’t leave and that your friends would be there for you. That you were part of them, and not even dеath herself could change that.

You cried in your best friend’s arms until you ran out of tears. You told him in between sobs what had happened, and he had patiently listened to your rambling as he continued to hold you. He would tighten his grip when your breath ran short and your tears grew thick. Only to let it loose and look at your face when you relaxed into him again. He was warm, the cold you had felt initially almost completely forgotten in his embrace.

“Thank you,” you whispered after a while, after telling him everything that had happened and after realising that, even then, he wouldn’t leave.

“There’s nothing to thank me for, my love,” he said and dragged you closer to him. If anything, it should be him the one thanking you, for letting yourself be vulnerable in front of him, for trusting him enough to let him hold you and to cry into his arms. He didn’t want to admit it to himself, because holding you so tight shouldn’t make him feel as satisfied as he did, not when the reason he held you was how desperate and sad you were.

And he felt your anguish, and he felt your pain, but that didn’t stop that small, touch-starved part of him from loving the fact that it was him the one that got to comfort you. That you clung to him for dear life, not to Sirius, not to anyone else.

It was when your breath finally steadiеd that he realised you had fallen asleep again. He smiled and brought you back onto the bed. Cleaning the remaining salty water from your cheeks as he brushed your hair and accommodated you again. Your eyes were slightly swollen, you certainly looked like you had been crying, but he was sure Sirius would still be worried.

He called him through the mirror again, he wrote a short note, telling him about you waking up and about being very upset, that you had been the one to cause the Fiendfyre and that you were very tired. That you were finally warmer and that he’d see if it was possible to call him later when you both went back to the castle.

Sirius was a lot more relaxed now, especially when he saw Remus lying next to you in the bed. You had cuddled against the boy in the same way you cuddled to Sirius sometimes. He thought it was endearing, even if you were hugging someone else. It made him a lot more relaxed to think you weren’t alone, he had been alone many times. And you were with Remus, big strong and calm Remus, everything would be all right.

By the time you woke up again, there was light filtering through the slab-covered windows. Beams of bright yellow reflected onto the worn-out floors, you looked at it for a minute, enjoying the warmth and almost pushing yourself back against the firm figure behind you. It was comfortable, peaceful, and reassuring, you realised there was an arm around you as well, keeping you close to them and to their warmth.

You looked at the spores floating in the light beams, dusty, you thought as you stared, it took you a moment to really gather where you were, who you were with and how you’d ended up there. You had slept, you had slept a lot and yet you felt tired. The toll of the previous night, the weight of your now dried tears, still heavy in your mind.

Did you want to cry again? Did you even deserve to?

What else could you do if not that?

“You’re awake?” Remus’ groggy voice asked from behind as he brushed a piece of hair off your face, immeasurably soft and tender.

“I was trying to convince myself it all had been a nightmare,” you replied with a sad, breathy laugh.

Remus shook his head, “You’re in a better mood, I see.”

“At least I’m not out there freezing anymore…” There was a bit of silence, and then your brain started working again.

Wait a minute… how did he find you?

You turned around hastily, Remus almost pulled back from how close your face was to his now, but he stayed where he was, he didn’t want to push you away by making any harsh movements.

“How did you… How did you know I needed help?”

“Sirius,” Remus admitted. You frowned, it still made no sense. Remus looked at you and then down at your neck, he could see the map charm hanging inside the necklace Sirius had given you. He picked it up and carefully rubbed his thumb over the original charm, “I think it has to do with this.”

You looked at his hands with a frown, the charm looked much smaller in his hands than it did in yours, “The necklace from El Maleficio?”

“I suppose Sirius never got around to telling you?” You gave him a confused look in response. “He’s got a burn on his hand, the moment he touched it, something happened, the man in the store said it was connected to him now, he assumed it was some sort of bIood magic or something.” You listened to him attentively as he continued, “he had an awful nightmare, he was seeing everything from your point of view.”

You swallowed, “So… he knows everything…” you said, there was a horrified expression on your face, as if Sirius knowing would be the end of your relationship.

“He asked me to get you after he saw Barty use the stunning spell,” Remus added. “He was worried.”

“Worried? Not angry not–”

Remus shook his head, knowing exactly what you meant. “You couldn’t get rid of us even if you went all Grindelwald, Little Witch.”

“Merlin, I’d hope you would get rid of me if I went all Grindelwald,” you replied almost instantly. Still, the sentiment was nice, to know that you’d have them on your side, both Remus and Sirius, no matter what. You were lucky to have a boyfriend and a best friend like that.

“Maybe lock you up in a cage until you reassessed your choices,” Remus joked as he turned to look at the ceiling. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to just stare into your eyes like he had been doing much longer without leaning in to kiss you. Oh, how he craved your lips sometimes. You shoved him lightly on the side and he made a rather exaggerated sound of pain.

“Drama queen,” you said as you shoved him again. He shook his head and laughed, now you too turned to look at the ceiling. It was as worn as the floor, some of the paint peeling, some of it scratched and broken. You assumed that it had been Moony.

There was a comfortable silence surrounding the two of you. You were warm as you lay close to him, but more than that, you felt safe. As if, now that you were with Remus, there was no danger, nothing could touch you in the small bubble inside the Shrieking Shack. You weren’t sure you wanted to step out, to face the real world.

Would there be consequences? Would you be criminally charged? Could they even criminally charge you with all the things you had seen them do?

“Sirius will probably want to speak to you,” Remus said. “I got him a radio for Christmas, there’s another one in our room, and we also use the mirror to see each other.”

“You made holoprojectors? Like in Star Wars?” you asked curiously, turning your face to look at Remus’.

“Kind of,” he replied. “It’s not exactly the same, we don’t have holographic projections of each other but–”

“–I bet you could do it!” you interrupted, “there’s bound to be a way in which you can use magic to make holoprojectors happen… at least until science catches up.”

Remus knew what you were doing, you were completely avoiding the topic of last night, leaving it in the back of your mind, trying to ignore it. If you didn’t pay attention to it then, it couldn’t have been real.

He wasn’t sure if he should let you, you had cried so much earlier, and while he loved to be the one to hold you, that didn’t stop the pressure in his chest as he saw you struggle. He didn’t want you to cry because it pained him to see you like that.

“I assume we could,” he conceded. Perhaps he could let you ignore it for a little longer, for as long as you needed. You probably still had to process all of it. And there was a lot to process. You had told him everything, from the start of the night to the end of it, albeit in between sobs and sniffles, he had a pretty strong picture of all of it, perhaps stronger than Sirius’ who had lived part of it alongside you.

After all, he had heard your feelings, not just seen what had happened. He knew what Evan and Barty had done for you, which had been perhaps the most surprising thing of the night, the fact that either of them had some sense of debt and that Evan felt he owed you something for not telling the truth to his father, which had just been basic human decency.

“Do you want to go back to the castle?” he asked.

“No,” you said honestly and pulled the raggedy covers over your head, they still kind of smelled like Padfoot, Vixen and Moony, that too was comforting.

“You want some chocolate?” he asked.

You peeked your head from the covers to look at him, your nose still covered but your eyes wide open and looking straight at him as you nodded.

“You’re hungry, then?”

You sighed and nodded. You weren’t sure you were in the mood to eat, but the rumbling in your stomach said otherwise. The toll of magic used the previous night was finally hitting you, and as your body worked to fill you with magic again, the used-up energy showed in the form of hunger, and meat craving.

That craving had been gone for a while, the longer time you spent with Rem the more it seemed to go away, but today it had come back and it had come back strong. You wondered if it had to do with how much of your magic you had used up, or perhaps it was the moon, or Remus also wanted meat and he was projecting that onto you.

If he had been the one to scratch you, did it make sense? There was not enough information on werewolves.

“Then we must go to the castle.”

You pulled the covers over your face again and dramatically buried your head in his chest. “No, Remus,” you said, voice muffled by his shirt. “Just give me the chocolate.”

“I have no chocolate.” You dug your hand in his pocket. There was an empty wrapper. “Oi!” he complained as he squirmed to the side.

Did he really have no chocolate? That was impossible. You didn’t really care much for his complaint and leaned a little closer, resting your elbow on top of him to check the other pocket. There was a folded piece of paper and nothing else. You placed the paper back in the spot and pulled the covers to look at him, still leaning half of your body on his.

He had that very smug expression on his face that clearly said ‘I told you so’.

“Are you done manhandling me?” he asked calmly.

“No,” you said as you tried to lift him up to check his back pocket, but he didn’t budge.

“There is no chocolate,” he repeated. “I have some in the castle, though.”

“Why do you insist on taking me there?” you asked with a pout, now letting your arms and head lay close to his sternum.

“Because Pomfrey is there,” he said honestly. “You should get checked.”

Your face turned cold, emotionless even. The little bubble you had allowed yourself to rest in completely bursting at the thought of going to the infirmary. Of getting checked, because last night had been real, because last night you had almost diеd frozen in the snow and then earlier attacked by Lucius or perhaps tortured by Bellatrix.

“It’s okay,” Remus said kindly, resisting the urge to place his hand on your head and play with your hair reassuringly, “She won’t ask questions, she’ll just make sure you’re okay.”

You took a slow controlled breath, your eyes watering as you avoided Remus’s gaze for a second, turning back to look at him as you wet your lips, they were dry and chapped from how much you’d cried. Going out seemed like an immense effort, like stepping back into reality and into the war. You’d have to talk to Dumbledore, or at least to Nightshade, you had to tell them about the dinner and about all the people you’d seen there. You couldn’t be sure if they were all dеatheaters, but they had definitely been accessories to the crimes committed.

Should you let the papers know? Would they even care?

There were about a million things swinging inside your head and you were aware that you couldn’t just stay cooped up in Remus’ arms and ignore everything completely, but that didn’t make it any less tempting. Perhaps Remus was a lot more like the Lethe than you originally thought, not because he made you forget everything that’s happened, but because his company offered a solace enough to cloud those thoughts out of your mind.

Ironically, there was nothing more calming than your friend the werewolf. Perhaps he was so calm and collected because he was a werewolf, spending all of his life with the goal of keeping his temper down and maintaining it in check. Like Bruce Banner, who was the calmest of superheroes (when he wasn’t the Hulk).

“Can we eat first and go to Pomfrey later?”

“No,” Remus said simply. You pouted in response. “Not even with that pretty pout of yours, sweetheart, it is non-negotiable.”

“But Remus I–”

“You can have a chocolate first,” he said as he lifted his hips slightly and handed over a small bar of chocolate.

You gasped as he passed it over to you, “You said there was no chocolate.”

Remus shrugged in response and broke off a piece of the chocolate in your hands, bringing it to his mouth and plopping it in. You laid your head on his chest again and bit off a piece yourself. You still didn’t want to go, you wanted to stay in the bubble, but bubbles were beautiful because they were ephemeral.

They were meant to burst and sparkle leaving traces of soapy water on the floor. And that’s exactly what you had to do now. You closed your eyes before standing up. You didn’t feel as sore as you thought you would, but when you stepped down on the floor you couldn’t stop the hiss that erupted from your mouth. Remus threw you a worried glance as he sat up on the bed “What is it?”

You pulled your feet up to your knee, there were blisters, and peeling skin, like you had been burned. Of course, you had been walking with no shoes. You had gotten badly ice burned. Your knees weren’t much better either. You hadn’t noticed since your dress covered most of them, and the emotional pain had been much worse than the physical one last night but they were also scuffed, a section already getting a scab while the other was just badly bruised.

Remus leaned over your shoulder to take a better look, “And you wanted to eat first.”

“I’m still hungry,” you said, trying to distract yourself with Remus’ calming smell instead of thinking about how you’d gotten those. Probably when Bella stunned you and–

“Can you walk?”

“Of course I can walk,” you responded as you stood up. Did it hurt? Hell-a-fucking-lot. Could you manage? Well, you’d have to.

“Sure?”

“Very,” you responded, avoiding gritting your teeth against one another completely.

You wished you had your wand, perhaps you could use some pain reliever spell or something. Remus stood up and put on his boots. You handed him his jumper and coat, he returned the latter one to you “Keep it, it’s cold outside.”

In reality, Remus was the last person to want to burst the bubble you’d created. If it was on him, he’d have stayed with you in the Shack ‘til the end of time. He loved how much closer you had veered to him, while during the night it had been for warmth, once awake he knew it was you, purposely laying your head on his chest and digging through his pockets.

He was also happy to see you. Or at least glimpses of you, not that broken, and terrified version of you he’d met the last night. He loved both the same, but there was nothing more heart-wrenching than your sobs and nothing more warming than your laughs, even if they were still slightly strained.

You put the coat on and the two of you walked towards the door and entered into the hallway. The sprinkle of soapy water falling as you both stepped into the dark. The beautiful, and warm environment instantly switched for the colder and unforgiving passageway you’d have to walk through to get to castle grounds.

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starrystevie · 2 years ago

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this is all @wynnyfryd's fault. inspired by my own post of complaining about work.

"rough day?"

steve can't help it, okay? every time that eddie rounds the corner to the in house coffee shop with those sad brown eyes and slumped shoulders, he can't just not intervene.

eddie perks up slightly, bringing his gaze from the floor up to steve's face peering from behind the espresso maker, and his frown worsens. "you could say that."

he sounds pitiful, really he does, and it could all be an overexaggerated act but it still tugs at steve's heartstrings none the less. eddie's suit doesn't fit him, the off white theming of the hotel doesn't fit him, the fake smile he puts on for the stuck up customers doesn't fit him. how eddie ended up in the luxury hotel world, steve will never know, but the one thing he does know is-

"could a cookie make it better?"

- that eddie's eyes lighting up at the promise of a warm chocolate chip cookie makes the monotony of being in a dead end job worth it. eddie gives him a smile somewhere between watery and strained that steve takes like a punch to the heart and already has the tongs out before he gets an answer.

"i'm just feeling run down," eddie starts, the ambient coffee shop soundtrack drowned out by the convection oven whirring to life on the counter. "my whole day has been one thing after another, running into red tape and things that i can't finish and it's just ugh!"

there's a thud. steve turns around to check that his famous chocolate chip cookies aren't burning to a crisp in the warmer for one second and eddie is already throwing his head onto the counter. steve has an arm out to pull him up by the hair before he can tell himself not to. instead of giving into that thought, he slides it across the counter so when eddie picks his head up and attempts to slam it down once more, it at least has a softer cushion than granite.

"hey, quit that," he tuts out and eddie goes from bonking his head on the back of steve's hand to turning it so his cheek is resting on it instead. his big brown eyes are peering up at him at an awkward angle and his cheeks are flushed from weird blood flow and yet he's still somehow the most beautiful customer steve has ever had at his counter.

"i just don't think this job is right for me anymore, y'know?" eddie's voice is a little muffled from where the side of his face is smooshed on steve's hand and it breaks his heart in the process. with his free hand, steve turns ever so gently to grab the cookie from the oven with his tongs, plops it onto a plate on the counter and slides it in front of eddie's face.

"i think if anyone could understand not being the right fit for your job, it'd be me.

he doesn't get an answer in the verbal sense. what he gets is a kiss on the back of the hand that sparks like lighting against his skin. eddie is still slumped over on the counter, his back curled over like an uncomfortable shrimp, but he has a glimmer of something in his eyes that makes steve feel as warm as the cookie on the counter.

"thanks for the cookie," eddie mutters and steve would be lying if he said his blush didn't match the one creeping up eddie's neck. "i'll see you tomorrow?"

"yeah," he breathes back. "hopefully when neither of us need cookies to feel better."

eddie unfurls, standing up straight and taking a bite of the cookie that leaves a dab of chocolate on his lip. he swipes at it with his finger and rubs it on his too nice pants and walks away, giving steve a bashful wink over his shoulder. "it's not the cookie that makes me feel better, stevie."

#could i write a whole fic on this? yes #do i still need to finish my fics for the spring challenge and start my bb and all the other fics i have going on? also yes #steddie #steddie headcanon #my writing #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie drabble #steddie ficlet

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ginxyy · 2 months ago

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Midnight Serenade in the snow

The snow fell gently around you, blanketing the city in a quiet stillness that only came during winter. The streets were almost empty, most people tucked away inside warm homes or bustling parties. But you were here, walking side by side with Joshua through the softly lit park, your breaths visible in the crisp night air.

Joshua had suggested the walk earlier in the evening, slipping out of a small gathering with an easy smile and a simple, “Come with me.” You hadn’t questioned it. There was something about the way he asked—gentle, unassuming, but impossible to refuse.

Now, the only sound was the crunch of snow beneath your boots and the faint melody of a street musician playing in the distance.

“It’s so quiet,” you said, breaking the silence.

Joshua glanced at you, his hands buried in the pockets of his coat. “I like it. It feels… peaceful.”

You nodded, your gaze drifting to the snow-covered trees. “It’s nice to get away from everything for a while.”

He smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling. “Exactly. Sometimes you just need a little space to breathe, you know?”

You did know. For him, life was a whirlwind of schedules, performances, and endless expectations. And yet, he always managed to stay grounded, his calm presence a steady anchor even in the most chaotic moments.

“Do you ever feel like it’s too much?” you asked softly, almost afraid to break the spell of the evening.

Joshua was quiet for a moment, his gaze fixed on the path ahead. “Sometimes,” he admitted. “But then I remind myself why I started doing all of this in the first place. Music has always been my escape, my way of connecting with people. When I focus on that, everything else feels worth it.”

You smiled, his words resonating deeply. “You have a way of making things seem so simple.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Not simple. Just… meaningful.”

The two of you walked in silence for a while, the city lights casting a soft glow on the snow. Despite the cold, you felt warm, the presence of Joshua beside you comforting in a way that words couldn’t quite capture.

As midnight approached, you found yourselves near a small bridge overlooking a frozen pond. The scene was almost magical, the water shimmering faintly under the moonlight. Joshua stopped, leaning against the railing and gesturing for you to join him.

“Perfect spot to ring in the new year, don’t you think?” he said, his voice light but tinged with something deeper.

“It’s beautiful,” you agreed, resting your arms on the railing beside him.

Joshua glanced at you, his expression thoughtful. “Do you have any resolutions for the new year?”

You laughed softly. “The usual, I guess. Be healthier, try new things, maybe travel more. What about you?”

He tilted his head, considering the question. “I think… I just want to be more present. To really appreciate the little moments instead of always looking ahead to the next thing.”

You smiled. “That sounds perfect.”

The distant sound of a clock chiming caught your attention, signaling the final moments before midnight.

“Ten… Nine…”

Joshua straightened, turning to face you fully. His eyes were warm, the faintest hint of a smile playing on his lips.

“Eight… Seven…”

“You know,” he said, his voice soft, “there’s a tradition about New Year’s kisses.”

“Six… Five…”

“Oh?” you replied, your heartbeat quickening. “And what’s that?”

“Four… Three…”

He stepped closer, his gaze never leaving yours. “That it’s supposed to set the tone for the year ahead.”

“Two… One…”

Before you could respond, Joshua leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a kiss that was gentle, deliberate, and full of unspoken promises. The world seemed to pause, the sound of fireworks in the distance fading into nothing as you lost yourself in the moment.

When he pulled back, his eyes searched yours, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Happy New Year.”

“Happy New Year,” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart.

He reached up, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “I think this is going to be a good year.”

You nodded, your cheeks warm despite the cold. “Me too.”

As the fireworks lit up the sky, Joshua took your hand, his fingers lacing with yours. And as you stood together on that bridge, the snow falling softly around you, you couldn’t help but believe him.

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zoieru · 17 days ago

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Point Out the Stars ~

Jing Yuan reassures and brings you back from a spiral as you doubt being worthy of him.

wrote this for me, thought someone might like/find helpful ♡ gn reader. hurt/comfort, descriptions of feelings during near panic attack, lack of self worth.

Spiralling, again. Though this time it's much harder to shove down, play off and find your way somewhere to let it ravage you alone. The air of the courtyard is crisp, little Loufu sparrows tweeting gently along with the leaves that danced with the just as gentle breeze. You would have taken the time to enjoy it, did you not feel like your skin is prickling, throat closing in on itself, body growing heavier and heavier with every thought that refuses to leave you be.

The worse thing is his eyes. Those soft, achingly gorgeous pools of honey that were currently tracing your features, heavy with concern. They always had you feeling so warm, almost fuzzy as they held you in their cosy embrace, but right now they feel almost scrutinising, him seeing you like this revving your insecurities into overdrive, and your perception of the world tinted dark. It makes your heart ache.

"I just...I look at you, and I see sunshine. You're light, everything light and warm. And I'm - I'm just..." You trail off, the lump in your throat getting increasingly hard to squeeze the words past, each one sounding more strained to your ears than they did in your mouth. It's times like these when the thoughts come in, that you shouldn't be saying any of this, the prickling tight sensation of the dark tendrils of your insecurities clenching around your heart and will to continue expressing yourself.

I'm just what? What are you supposed to say? Darkness? The word rings so cliché it only reinforces the idea your lips should remain closed, but his eyes beg you to continue, as does the tiny piece of your heart you usually beat back into it's cage, hanging onto the bars with white knuckles.

"I'm...not. I'm not that. Anything like that. I dampen that, I make your light dimmer, it's not...it's not fair. You..." Another swallow. The tightness in your chest is like a ball of yarn, someone tugging restlessly on the end, only tightening the skein further and further until you feel you can't breathe. "I can't do that to you. It...I-"

Yet another thing your self-hatred prickled at. The just inability to express whats in your mind, the swirling roiling storm of bullshit that was as incessant as it was painful. You wouldn't wish it on your worst enemy, or maybe you would, but sometimes you really wish you could just drop him into your mind for a second, let him understand it all. The weight of it. The intensity.

The thought gives you pause to take a breath, eyes fluttering closed briefly to try to compose yourself. Once they open, with a touch of resignation that wasn't there before, you speak again. "I want to be someone who can meet you there, someone you want to be with, that makes you happy. Not someone you have to cater for, work around, deal with. Your light shouldn't have to strain to deal with...this," each word settles like a self inflicted wound. At the same time your two worlds fight, one to just curl up into his arms and cry, bawl, not see another soul for days, and the other to run, to save him from the storm you feel inside yourself, despite you being the one who always dealt the most with the onslaught.

"In what universe do you not make me happy?" He responds, after letting you speak, think, catch up with your thoughts. He always was patient with you. His voice is low and gentle as usual but your heart clenches a touch at the hint of insistence in his tone, almost offence on your behalf that you could feel such a way.

"and that's what love is. That's what caring is. The purpose is to provide care and compromise, to account and cater for, to support and supplement. If not that, then what?" His lips hold a small frown you feel responsible for in the moment, the words coming out of it not quite penetrating the thick thorned walls your insecurities and panic had built around your logical mind.

"Yes, but it's too much in this case. I'm too much-" the last line is really the crux of it all, your voice cracking heartbreakingly even to your own ears as you mutter the words. You spin around, then, hands lifting with a shake to your eyes in a feeble attempt to stifle the raging tide of emotions eating you alive.

Jing Yuan feels as though his heart is slowly ripping, it's contents searing as it drips onto his other organs. Your pain always hurt him more than affronts to himself ever could, especially when it involved your perception of yourself. The general takes a breath, taking a small step towards you, eyes flitting over your back, both grateful for and pained by the fact he can't see your own. He aches to touch you, but remains close instead, focusing on the words right now.

"You're speaking as if you're providing a service. As if I am supposed to be recieving a certain level of standard, with no regard for you. This isn't a transactional relationship. I'm not just 'dealing' with you, trying to go about my life with your needs to 'work around' or cater to," he explained, steadily, slowly, navigating his way the best he could in order to best express his view of things. "I need you. I need you here in my life, in my day. And you means you, all of you."

Your chest aches with his words, the sincerity of them both soothing and stinging your heart which seemed to be oh so vulnerable in this moment. You turn back to him, eyes lifting to his uncovered one again, eyebrows furrowed with tension. "I'm not disputing that you need me, but the bullshit is an annoying add-on that comes with the package, that you have to deal with-"

"Stop it. Listen to yourself speak. As if you're discussing a travelling itinerary, or a shopping spree, a mere good deal. You are a person. You aren't you without the parts you think 'dim' me. You'd be a little robot, with no personality. Do you wish for me to be with a robot in your stead? Do you think I'd be happier?" His eyes harden a touch with his voice, stepping closer again.

"no- but someone less like this..."

"Like what? Like you? I love you. And you are you because of the sum of your parts, the past you wish to leave behind, the mess that sometimes entangles your mind. There's no dealing with anything, only loving a person. You think I don't have my own darkness?" He tilts his head ever so slightly, a gentle challenge as if for you to suggest otherwise.

"but it's not-"

"Don't attempt to suggest that it's not as dark as yours. You can't compare yours to mine in intensity and type. The fact is, you're still going to have to 'deal' with it," he states, eyes softening a touch at your expression. He raises his hand slowly, pausing before you give him a silent signal that it's okay, and then runs his fingers along a piece of hair that had fallen from behind your ear, pushing it from your face. His voice lowers, a gentle coax, "Is that how you see my darkness? Something you have to cope with, roll your pretty little eyes at?"

"No," you respond. His voice, the soothing lilt of it, his warmth accompanying his proximity, his words...you feel it starting to unravel you a little, poking back at the prickles that dig in to your consciousness. Your expression reflects your inner feelings of slight indignance, feeling a touch petulant.

"No," he reflected. "And why's that?"

"because I love you... And yours isn't as ba-"

"You think that because you feel yours. It's yours. You don't feel mine, inside my head, do you?"

"...no."

"No. And what would you say to me if I came to you telling you I'm too much to deal with?"

"Jing Yuan..." You tilt your head, a huff threatening to leave your lips to accompany the tingling eyeroll that wants to respond to his gentle condescension. He wasn't attempting to take a high ground here, but he knows exactly how to get through to you. Work you down, meet all of your arguments face to face, and then let you see that you, or rather those insecurities, have no ground to stand on. But you can't help but be a little petulant. "We're not in therapy, you don't have to-"

"Just tell me. You don't get to wiggle out of this now. You've converted me to a general of the mind as well as the body, now. So get on with it." He was a touch less tense now, since he could tell your tension was easing just slightly from the edge. His gentle tentative playfulness was coming through now, him enjoying not your discomfort but rather the gentle prodding at you so you could attempt to support your obviously fallable points, your lips curling into a pout. His eyebrow twitched up a touch as he waited for your response, expression one of fond knowing.

You grumble a little, fighting the urge to faux glare. "I guess... I'd tell you I want to. That it's not a burden, and that you deserve someone to deal with your bullshit you shouldn't have to deal with alone," you say quietly, letting out a soft sigh.

"Mmh. And do you truly think, in the bottom of that much-too-large heart of yours, that you don't deserve that too?" His fingers slip under your chin, lifting your gaze to meet his, golden in the soft light filtering through the trees.

"Mph," is all you manage.

"Don't grumble. You were very talkative a second ago hmm...?"

"You're getting cocky now... it's irritating."

"Mmh, it's a charm of mine. Something you have to deal with. Is it too much?" He never got smarmy like this with anyone but you, and while it was currently a little frustrating since your anguish was receding slowly like the tide and being replaced with a subtle embarrassment and tired sense of calm, you couldn't help but feel the corners of your mouth tickle with amusement.

"Yes," you respond, trying to stifle the smile. He sees it in your eyes, and his own flicker with amusement to match, dripping with fondness you feel you could drown in. As well as some relief that he'd managed to help pull you from the precipice.

"Ah, I see." He chuckles warmly. "Though I'm not sure I care much. You might have to deal with it anyway."

You open your mouth in silent protest, a moment of shock, a little petulant, before pouting exaggeratedly in order to hide your smile.

"Ah, and the speaker is speechless. Is this a success on my part?" He nuzzles you, without much warning, nose to the side of your head, a little fond smile on his face, before returning and his expression shifting into one of gentle seriousness once more. His hand traces down your cheek, large enough to cup the whole side of your face, thumb drifting over your cheekbone in a stroke of love.

"But honestly. You must remember that your darkness feels a whole lot darker to you than it does me. And while I wish I could take that away from you, share some of the weight, I'm unable to. The least I can do is be with you during the moments it feels the heaviest." He lets out a soft sigh, his hair brushing against his cheek in the gentle breeze.

"You deserve someone to sit beside you in your darkness, and point out the stars."

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bless-my-demons · 1 year ago

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Redamancy: Chapter Twenty-Eight

Series Summary: What happens when your soulmate is a vampire that struggles to maintain a diet of trying not to kill you? Common sense says run for the hills, nothing is worth your life - but my heart is whispering why not, what’s there to lose?

Warnings: Just fluff, heart-wrenching fluff

Notes: Okay, so. Last Sunday in my most graceful hour, I dislocated and subsequently fractured my thumb🙂 I also hated what I originally wrote and spent all week re-writing and re-writing this scene. I hope this isn’t trash and you guys like it, I’m so sorry for the delay on this one🥲

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• April 1st, 2006 • Home •

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Ten o’clock on the dot, as promised, a knock on the front door draws me from my reverie. I’d spent the last 30 minutes after getting ready, lost in my head on the couch. Surely today’s talk with Jasper won’t end badly, god I hope not.

Swinging the door open, my eyes snap to his and a smile takes over my face on instinct. “Hey.”

“Good morning, darlin’.” The way his accent wraps around that familiar term of endearment will always make me weak in the knees.

He almost completely blocks my view but bright yellow behind him just barely snags my vision-is that?

“Did you-?”

“Borrow my sister’s apology gift? Yes, it’s a little bit too wet for a bike ride, sweetheart.” Turning to look at Alice’s car, he misses the blush heating my cheeks at the memory of the last time I was on his motorcycle, holding him close.

“Fair enough.” I turn to snag my coat from the hook near the door before closing and locking it.

His outstretched hand helps be down the front stairs before leading me to the passenger side of the beautiful Porsche. Beautiful is an understatement for this piece of machinery, I hate to even ruin the floor mats with my wet shoes.

“Alice chose her gift wisely, Edward did good.” Jasper chuckles slightly at my comment as I lower myself into the seat and he shuts the door gently, cocooning me in silence momentarily until his door opens.

“What she did for him - to save him, this was the least he could do.” Watching him start the car, I realize it’s a manual transmission.

He smoothly shifts it into reverse to exit my driveway before shifting again to leave the neighborhood. My brain stutters a little as I watch him maneuver the car, god - is everything this man does going to be ridiculously attractive?

“Where are we going?” I manage to drag my gaze from his hand and I’m caught, he smirks like he fucking knows.

“Since everyone is home, we’re going somewhere with privacy.” A shiver trickles over my skin quickly even though I’m wearing a coat, somewhere with privacy.

Excitement begins to bubble up in my chest and I opt to watch the trees as the pass by quickly outside my window, trying and probably failing to hide my own smirk.

Jasper

Easing the car to a stop, I watch as the realization of where we are dawns on her.

“Our spot!” A breathtaking smile overtakes her face as she turns to me quickly and I’m stunned, it’s like I’m staring at an angel incarnate, gorgeous.

I chuckle and exit the vehicle, excitement and pure joy flow from her unmitigated and I smile to myself, letting her emotion wash over me like waves gently lapping at the shore.

I barely graze the door handle with my fingers before her impatience at my lack of speed flings the door open. The moment I met her quickly flashing through my mind before I catch the door, stopping it from snapping back closed in her face. “Darlin’-” I tease her, but I’m not the object of her focus.

“This view really is unfair.” Her voice is gentle as she brushes past me and closes in on the railing at the edge, protectiveness flaring in my chest at her proximity to danger.

Sporadic, gloomy clouds dot the ridge line, but the scenery is bathed in a wetness from the rain that highlights the deep tones of the forest. The air is crisp and humid, clean but also heavy with the scent of drenched wood.

“It is.” But I’m not talking about what’s beyond, I’m looking at her.

She turns at my comment and realizes my words since my eyes never leave hers, a warm blush floods her face and I quickly remove the distance between us, my finger under her chin to stop her from hiding bashfully.

“No hiding from me, not this beautiful face.” I whisper as my eyes dance along the planes and contours of her. Her joy increases tenfold and I swear it gives me a new life, she gives me new life.

I kiss her quickly even though it goes against every fiber of my being not to take my time with her mouth, but we’re here for a purpose. For a conversation long overdue.

Jasper

Taking a deep breath and a step backwards to keep my head on straight, I dig down to my very core - somewhere no one else has been, and begin.

“To know me is to hate me - to hate me like I hate myself. I hate what I am at a cellular level. I can’t be a normal guy in love with a normal girl. I can’t allow myself to be caught up in you, your scent, your touch. I have to keep myself in check, I can’t let my thoughts or feelings run away from myself with you near. I can’t seduce you in ways I wish I could without the fear of hurting you.” A deep breath in and out, my throat is raw for the first time in a very long time, like the words bubbling up are burning. “And because I hate what I am, I hate who I am. I’m a monster that killed without complaint or a second thought for so long. It withered away at my soul, at my very core. It changed me entirely, I can’t rewind and get that version of myself back.” I swallow hard. My fingers run furrows through my hair, my skin is fucking crawling. “So how am I supposed to let you love someone like myself? How do I tether an angel like you, to a demon like me? How do I ask you to compromise yourself to fit into my world? Because you have to bend to me, you have to keep my secrets and give up so much of a normal life just to be mine. How do I ask that of the person I hold in highest regard? In the chance you choose this life, choose to change - you’re giving up on moving forward, having children, grandchildren, growing old with someone you love, staying in the lives of your loved ones, the list goes on and on and on. You could potentially come to resent me and darlin’, I wouldn’t survive that.” I pause, letting the words ruminate.

I feel slightly human again, breathing like I’ve run for miles. And I have, I’ve been outrunning this horrible inner monologue for one-hundred and forty-three years. Alone.

Until now. Until her.

Reader

I-I’m stunned. He can’t possibly think all of these things about himself, not this absolute gentleman, this tender and kind man?

“To get to know me-to love me, is a death sentence. I’m a walking liability, I’m not safe. With everything I’ve done, I’m a monster.”

“You are no such thing-” he opens his mouth to interrupt, but I’m quick to stop him. Giving him an encouraging smile I ask, “Let me get this out?”

His eyes are desperate and hanging on for dear life waiting for what I have to say.

“To know you is to love you, Jasper. You are so many things, but a death sentence - a liability, isn’t any of them. Nobody is safe in this world and I’m certainly safest when I’m with you.” Happy tears prick at my eyes as I dredge all of these feelings up, words he should’ve heard a lifetime ago. “And above it all, you. Are. Not. A. Monster. In any shape or form, Jasper Hale. You had a master manipulator as a creator, and she twisted you until you couldn’t take it anymore - until you had to run away. Monsters don’t feel remorse, regret, or empathy. This right here - what you’re feeling when you look inwards, is proof enough that you are not this terrible horrible thing incapable of giving or receiving love.” I smile up at him, so relieved to get this off my chest, “And if the last six months is anything, it’s proof that I don’t want this life if you aren’t in it. It’s insanity to even suggest that I could love anyone else a fraction of the amount that I love you, even more so to insinuate I’d ever build a life with anyone other than you. So no, I don’t care about any of those things, not if I can’t have you.”

I can see the racing thoughts behind the storm in his eyes, the war my words have waged on the inner monologue he’s had for most of his life. I don’t expect to change his way of thinking instantly, but all I’m looking for is just a ripple, a slight shift in the tide, something to work with and build over time because I’m not fucking going anywhere.

This man deserves someone to fight for him and I was meant to dawn this armor.

Jasper

“You have to know that you have an out, you don’t have to do this.” She’s stepping forward to cup my face and the depth of her eyes has me in a trance.

“I’m already all in, I’ve been in since the moment I met you. Stop offering outs, no amount of harsh truths are going to scare me away. It’s me and you.” She says it with such conviction my breath stutters.

“Me and you?” Unreal, this anchor holding me to earth, this angel willing to brave this life with me.

“Always.” She confirms my fate - our fate, like a simple fact. Short and sweet, just like her

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lcvebuckley · 9 days ago

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i could really use a wish right now

written for @bucktommyfluffebruary

prompt : day 6 - stargazing | word count : 1.0k | rated : G

another short and sweet one for today! i'm trying a new format for the texting part in the beginning and i'm not too happy about it but bear with me! (also here's a silly lil doodle)

enjoy! ♡

After a while, Tommy turned his head slightly, gaze lazy but affectionate. “What did you wish for?” he asked softly. Buck grinned, turning his entire body to face his boyfriend, pressing a kiss to Tommy’s knuckles. “If I tell you, it won’t come true.”

Or in which Buck and Tommy made a wish.

full version below or read on ao3

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Buck had always been the type to get excited about things. He felt everything so deeply, loved so fully, and when he got an idea in his head, there was no stopping him.

Tonight was no different.

The moment he learned about the meteor shower, his mind was set. He and Tommy were going to watch it together. He pulled out his phone during a lull at work, opening the message thread with Tommy. They're both on shifts today but Buck couldn't contain his excitement and found his thumbs tapping quickly.

- babe

No response. He waited a few seconds before sending another.

- baby

Still nothing. His knee bounced, impatience bubbling in his chest.

- my love

Nothing.

A small pout formed on his lips as he typed again.

- tommy kinard.

His phone vibrated, and Buck grinned as he saw Tommy’s name light up his screen.

- Tommy ♡ : yes baby

There it was—that familiar warmth in his chest, that fondness that settled deep in his bones. He could practically hear Tommy’s voice, low and amused, like he already knew Buck was up to something.

- there's a meteor shower tonight

- it's around after midnight

- but we HAVE to go see it

The dots appeared, then disappeared. Tommy was bubbling him. Buck bit his lip, waiting.

- Tommy ♡ : we both have morning shifts tomorrow

Buck huffed. That wasn’t a no.

- but we don’t have to go anywhere!! just the backyard

- pleaseeeee?

Silence stretched for a moment, and Buck chewed on his bottom lip. He knew Tommy. Knew that even though he liked to grumble about needing sleep, he could never say no to Buck when he really wanted something.

Finally—

- Tommy ♡ : okay fine

- Tommy ♡ : you know i can't say no to you

Buck’s heart did a little flip reading Tommy’s reply. A wide grin spread across his face—so bright and obvious that the others at the station started throwing him questioning looks. He quickly typed back, "YAY LOVE YOU <3", and almost immediately, his phone buzzed with a similar reply.

Buck pressed his phone to his chest, giddy warmth spreading through him. Now he just had to survive the rest of his shift.

*****

By the time Tommy walked down the stairs that night, Buck had already set up a blanket in the backyard, anticipation buzzing under his skin. He turned to see Tommy standing in the doorway, wearing Buck’s hoodie, the sleeves slightly tight around the biceps. The hood was pulled up, his arms crossed, eyes still heavy with exhaustion.

“This better be worth it,” Tommy grumbled, voice thick with sleep.

Buck bit back a laugh. Tommy had convinced him he needed a nap after work so he could “fully focus” on the meteor shower. But the way he was swaying slightly, his hair a little mussed—yeah, Buck knew he was still half-asleep. Tommy was most certainly not a night owl.

“You look adorable,” Buck teased, stepping forward to tug him outside. “Come on.” Tommy let himself be led, grumbling under his breath, but he didn't resist.

The night air was crisp, wrapping around them as they settled onto the blanket. Tommy immediately gravitated toward Buck’s warmth, their legs tangling together like second nature. Buck grabbed another blanket and draped it over them, cocooning them in warmth.

Tommy laid close, one hand tucked behind his head, the other resting gently on Buck’s thigh beneath the covers. He couldn't fight off the sleep quite yet, so his eyes slipped half-closed, lulled by the quiet night and the sound of their mixed heartbeats.

The sky stretched above them, a canvas of stars blinking softly. The world was quiet, peaceful, but Buck found himself more drawn to the man beside him than the view above. He propped himself up on an elbow, gaze tracing over Tommy’s face—his slightly furrowed brows, the way his lashes fluttered as he fought off sleep.

Buck reached out, absentmindedly tracing invisible constellations along Tommy’s arm, his fingertips trailing soft patterns against warm skin. His voice was a quiet murmur as he named them, his gaze flicking between Tommy’s face and the path his fingers traced.

Tommy took a deep breath and hummed, eyes slipping closed for a moment. “Are you even watching the sky?” Buck’s lips curled into a teasing smile. “I have a better view right here.”

Tommy huffed a small laugh, shaking his head, but he didn’t pull away. He opened his eyes slightly, watching Buck’s focused gaze on his arm and couldn't help reaching up, fingers threading gently through Buck’s curls, a slow, lazy motion that made the younger sigh into the touch.

As they bask in the quiet intimate moment, suddenly a streak of light shot across the sky. Buck gasped, eyes going wide and swiftly sat up after nudging Tommy. “Quick! Make a wish!”

Tommy barely managed to sit up, but he let out a soft sigh and did as Buck asked, his eyes closed, his hand finding its way to Buck’s and tightening his fingers around it. The younger instantly melted into the touch, like Tommy's presence alone was enough to make his wish come true.

Tommy exhaled a quiet chuckle, but he didn’t ask again. He just pulled Buck closer, letting their hands rest against his chest, his heartbeat strong beneath Buck’s palm. They held each other close throughout the night, warm and safe. Tommy was exhausted, and Buck was going to be impossible to wake up in the morning, but neither of them minded.

They didn’t need to say their wishes out loud.

Because deep down, they both knew—they had wished for the same thing. To be together for a long time. To grow old side by side, under the same stars.

And if their wishes had any say in it, then that was exactly what was going to happen.

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melancholyfool · 20 days ago

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Ode to Girlhood

Pairings: Henry x Fem!Reader, Henry/Reader/Camilla

Summary: You and Camilla share secrets and laughter while indulging in chocolates and soft music.

a/n: my heart aches for camilla, she deserves a girl best friend, where they experience girlhood together :'(

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You and Camilla lie on your stomachs, feet idly kicking in the air, the soft cotton of your nightgowns shifting against your skin. Between you, a box of half-eaten chocolates sits abandoned, their silver wrappers littering the bedspread and spilling onto the floor in careless disarray. The gramophone hums in the background, playing something low and distant, like the echo of a memory.

Camilla rests her chin in her palm, eyes glinting in the low light. “Alright,” she says, her voice tinged with amusement. “What was the most romantic thing Henry has ever said to you?”

You groan, rolling onto your back and draping an arm over your face. “Why are you asking me this?”

“Because I want to know.”

“You just want to mock me.”

Camilla grins. “Obviously. But you should tell me anyway.”

You sigh dramatically, staring up at the canopy. “It wasn’t something he said, exactly.”

Camilla raises a brow. “Oh?”

You hesitate for a moment, staring up at the canopy above, before speaking softly. “I think… it was the night he took me to the lake.”

Camilla raises an eyebrow, intrigued. “A lake?”

You nod, a smile tugging at your lips as you remember. “Yes, it was late in the fall, when the air was crisp and the stars were so clear. We had gone on a walk through the woods, just the two of us, no particular reason. We found a small rowboat at the edge of the water. The moonlight was so bright, it seemed to be its own world.”

Camilla leans forward, completely engrossed. “And then what?”

You exhale, reliving it in your mind. “He didn’t say much. He rowed us out to the middle of the lake. Just sat there, letting the boat rock gently. The water was so still, it was like we were the only two people alive in the world. The kind of silence that feels intimate in a way you can’t explain.”

Camilla smiles knowingly. “Go on, I’m listening.”

“I told him I was cold, and he just… pulled me into his lap, wrapped his arms around me. He didn’t ask. He didn’t need to.” You pause, gathering the memory like something fragile. “He sat like that, with me in his arms, and we just looked at the stars. It wasn’t the gesture itself. It was how he made me feel. Safe. Like nothing could touch us. The whole world could fall away, but there was only us. It was the most peaceful I’ve ever felt.”

Camilla’s expression softens. “That’s… quite beautiful.”

You let the words settle, feeling their weight. “It wasn’t the grand gestures, or the promises. It was just the quiet. The way he showed me how he cared, without saying it. Sometimes I think that’s the most romantic thing someone can do—just be there, like that.”

Camilla exhales, eyes glimmering. “You’re lucky,” she says softly.

You nod, a small smile tugging at your lips. “I know.”

“And what about you? Most romantic thing anyone’s ever said to you?”

She hums, reaching for another chocolate. “Oh, I don’t know,” she says lightly, unwrapping it. “But I suppose it must have been something I’ve already forgotten. If it was worth remembering, I’d remember it.”

You frown slightly at that but don’t press. Camilla has always been evasive about certain things, always slipping away from difficult conversations like a shadow in candlelight.

A gust of wind rattles the windowpane. Camilla tosses a chocolate wrapper at you, and you laugh, swatting it away.

Just then, the familiar creak of the front door sounds through the house. Heavy, deliberate footsteps follow—unhurried, assured.

Henry’s home. His footsteps ascend the stairs.

Through the sliver of the half-open door, Henry sees the two of you—bathed in the dim glow of the light, tangled in sheets, faces still alight with laughter. Camilla is braiding your hair with idle familiarity, the long strands weaving together between her fingers. The sight stops him in his tracks for a moment.

Then, a gentle knock.

“Come in,” you call, not looking up. Then, with a small, knowing smile, “Hello, darling.”

Camilla glances over her shoulder, smirking. “Henry.”

He steps inside, glancing briefly at the mess—chocolate wrappers on the floor, pillows tossed carelessly aside, the lingering scent of cocoa and perfume in the air. His gaze settles on you, then Camilla, watching as she ties off the braid with practiced ease.

“I see the two of you have been busy,” Henry remarks, his voice low, amused.

“Very,” Camilla says breezily, stretching out across the bed. “We’ve been discussing literature, philosophy, matters of great importance.”

“Lies,” you say, nudging her. “We’ve been eating chocolates and telling secrets.”

Henry smirks faintly. “And how are you?” he asks, looking at you properly now.

You hold his gaze, warmth settling in your chest. “Happy,” you say simply.

Camilla sighs dramatically. “Sickening.”

You laugh, throwing a pillow at her. She catches it with little effort, grinning.

Henry watches this exchange with quiet amusement before moving to the edge of the bed, his presence shifting the air. His fingers trace idly over the canopy post before he leans forward, brushing a loose strand of hair from your face. “And you?” you ask, watching him. “How was your day?”

He exhales slowly, rolling his shoulders as though shaking off the weight of the world. “Tedious.”

Camilla raises an eyebrow. “Did you correct someone in Latin again?”

Henry smirks. “No. I let them embarrass themselves.”

You shake your head, pressing a hand to his. “Terrible.”

Henry catches your fingers, running his thumb over your knuckles. “Necessary.”

Camilla groans. “Alright, enough of that. You’re going to make me ill.” She stretches again, reaching for another chocolate. “I should go before I fall asleep in your bed.”

“You say that like it hasn’t happened before,” you tease.

She grins. “True.”

Henry watches as she sits up, smoothing down her nightdress. “You should stay,” he says simply. “It’s late.”

Camilla considers him for a moment, then shrugs. “Alright.”

You smile, pulling the covers up as Camilla settles back against the pillows. The conversation shifts—lighter now, playful, meandering between topics. Henry stays, sitting at the edge of the bed, listening to the two of you with that unreadable expression of his.

Later, when Camilla has dozed off, her soft breaths the only sound in the room, Henry shifts closer, his fingers finding yours. His hand gently intertwines with yours and you lean into him, the warmth of his touch comforting you, and as your eyes flutter with the first hints of sleep, Henry watches you quietly, his gaze soft and steady.

#henry winter #henry winter x reader #camilla macaulay #the secret history #donna tartt #tsh fanfic #henry marchbanks winter #melancholyfool #girlhood #tsh donna tartt #tsh

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sweetcheeksschemmenti · 4 months ago

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“Halloweenie” Sneak Peek!

I haven’t written in a little too long, oops. 😬

Melissa x femReader, a haunted house, a Ren Faire, and a little too much mead.

Note: I’m from Ohio and our Renaissance Festival has a Haunt on the property (outside the gate) and you can get combo tickets. My recent experience kinda inspired this lol

Melissa walked hand in hand with you straight towards the haunted house. It was the one thing you’d been secretly dreading about this date. She agreed to attend the Renaissance Faire only if you agreed to visit The Haunt next door, too. ‘Something for each of us,’ she had argued. You reluctantly pinky promised her on the condition that the two of you attended The Haunt first so you could spend the rest of the day forgetting the horrors in order to prevent subsequent nightmares. As the two of you approached the intentionally dilapidated building ahead, your heart started to race and you gently tugged on her arm. She glanced at you, not noticing your expression, and continued on her direct path. The people screaming as they exited was enough to set you into a spiral. “Mel, please! I’m begging, please don’t actually make me do it,” you whined as your gentle pulling on her arm became more frantic. She frowned and stopped in the middle of the grassy walkway.

“Hon, you promised…” Melissa sighed. She turned to look at you and immediately recognized the anxiety in your eyes. The redhead’s frustration quickly turned into concern. “Oh Dolcezza, you’re really scared about this,” she stated, her voice softening. She brought her free hand up to caress your cheek gently in an attempt to help ground you before the anxiety completely took over. Despite the crisp Autumn air, your face felt hot and you were sweating like crazy. It could have been the layers of your medieval costume, but the slight shake in your hands pointed to other reasons. You nodded and wiped your free palm on your dress as you took a deep breath to try and calm yourself down. You swallowed hard before you spoke, “I’m sorry, Mel… I did promise. Just give me a minute to gather myself and we can go.”

She gently squeezed your hand and tilted your chin down to look her in the eye. “Y/N, why didn’t you tell me when we made plans? We’ve watched scary movies together and you were okay. What’s wrong? Talk to me.” She released your hand and wrapped her arms loosely around your waist. You melted into her, wrapping your arms around her as well.

“I thought I’d be okay, truly. I can handle scary movies just fine. I just… people jumping out and reaching towards me… I’m genuinely terrified. I just need a minute.” You took some more deep breaths and leaned your forehead on her shoulder. She gently rubbed your back and placed a kiss to the side of your head. She let you breathe for a while and once she felt you stop shaking she finally spoke, “Baby, we don’t have to go. It’s not worth doing if it’s gonna make you anxious. Your well being is paramount to me.”

You pulled away just enough to look at her; Melissa was stubborn, but so were you. Determined to keep your end of the bargain, you shook your head. “No, I want to be brave for you. Just… keep close and don’t let them touch me.”

Melissa squeezed your waist and pecked your cheek. “The scare actors aren’t allowed to touch you. The most they can do is chase you and jump at you. But, Dolcezza, seriously, I don’t wanna go if it does this to you. Let’s go enjoy the faire,” she said with a soft smile as she brought a hand up to cup your cheek again. “I know there’s a giant Turkey leg and some raspberry mead calling you name in there, c’mon.” Your girlfriend gently tugged on your arm and nodded towards the faire’s entrance. You, however, were cemented in place. She cocked her head and looked at you confused. “Y/N?”

With your head held high, you straightened yourself out and nodded towards The Haunt. “You were looking forward to it and I love you enough to be brave and face my childish fears.” Inwardly, you were still freaking out, but you’d hoped that she wouldn’t see past the face you put on. Of course, she did. The woman could read you like a book. She softened her voice further, it was now almost sickeningly sweet. “Your fears are not childish, they’re real and valid. Some scary things in life you’ll have to push through… but a haunted house? It’s really not worth it. And I love you enough to not put you through that,” She punctuated with a kiss to your lips. “Now, let this loyal servant spoil her princess at the faire. Please?”

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emilyyoung · 18 days ago

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Moments Between Us

The night air was crisp as you stepped out of the cozy café, the lights above twinkling like stars. You pulled your jacket tighter around you, the cold wind nipping at your skin, but the warmth of the evening still lingered—mostly because of him.

Son Heung Min, your boyfriend, was beside you, his hand gently brushing against yours. You both had spent hours laughing, talking, and enjoying the simple pleasure of each other’s company. He was always so full of energy, a joy to be around, but tonight there was a softness to him that made everything feel a little more intimate. Maybe it was the quiet after dinner, or the way he’d been looking at you all night, as if he wanted to say something but didn't quite know how.

“I’m glad we came here tonight,” you said, looking up at him. His eyes sparkled in the dim light, a playful smile tugging at his lips.

“I’m always glad when I’m with you,” he replied, his voice low but sincere.

He opened the door of his car for you, and you slid into the passenger seat, feeling a mixture of excitement and contentment. Son Heung Min was famous, and there were always eyes on him, but when he was with you, he seemed to forget all of that. It was just the two of you—two people, sharing a connection that felt stronger than anything else in the world.

The engine hummed to life as he started the car, his fingers lightly drumming on the wheel as he pulled away from the curb. The streets were quiet, and the glow of the city lights flickered as you drove through them. The peacefulness of the night settled in, making you feel at ease.

You turned to him, your gaze lingering. “How’s your schedule been lately?”

He sighed, his usual cheerful demeanor slipping for a moment. “Busy, as always. But… it’s worth it. I love what I do. It’s just... sometimes I wish I had more time for things like tonight.”

You nodded, reaching over to touch his hand resting on the gearshift. His fingers immediately intertwined with yours, a comforting squeeze. It was moments like these, in the quiet of the car, when you felt the most connected to him.

“I’m glad you make time for us,” you whispered, your thumb tracing small circles on his skin. “It means a lot to me.”

He glanced over at you, a warm smile spreading across his face. “You mean a lot to me,” he said, his voice soft but full of meaning. “More than anything.”

The world outside seemed to blur as you held each other’s gaze, the car gently swaying as it navigated through the streets. He didn't rush, never did. Everything about him was calm, thoughtful, and you admired that. The kind of person who didn't need to speak loudly to be heard.

After a few minutes, the car slowed down as it reached a quiet, familiar street. You knew it was close to your place. Your heart fluttered a little, knowing that the night was coming to an end. But there was still this moment—this small, precious moment.

“Do you want to stay a little longer?” he asked, his voice hesitant, almost unsure, but his eyes told a different story. He wanted to savor this too, just as much as you did.

“Yeah,” you replied softly. “I’d like that.”

He parked the car, and for a moment, neither of you moved. The silence between you was comfortable, peaceful. He turned to face you fully, his eyes studying you, tracing the outline of your face in the dim light.

“I’ve always wondered,” he said, his voice quiet, almost playful, “how you manage to look so beautiful in every single moment. It’s like you light up whatever room you’re in.”

You blushed, the warmth in your cheeks spreading as you lowered your gaze. “You’re just saying that to make me feel good.”

“No,” he replied, reaching out to gently lift your chin, making sure your eyes met his. “I mean it. You’re special, and I don’t think you even realize just how much.”

Your heart skipped a beat, and before you could respond, he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your forehead in a tender, lingering kiss. It was soft, full of affection. His hand remained on your cheek, his thumb caressing the skin there as if he wanted to memorize the feel of you.

You closed your eyes, the moment sweeping over you like a wave. Everything about him felt so right—his presence, his touch, the way he made you feel like you were the only person in the world that mattered.

When he pulled back, he looked at you with a small, fond smile, his eyes sparkling with warmth. “I love being with you. You make everything better.”

“I feel the same way,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “I don’t think I could ever get tired of being with you.”

He smiled, his hand moving to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “We don’t have to say goodbye yet,” he murmured, his thumb lightly grazing your lips as if he were savoring the moment. “Let’s just stay here for a while.”

You leaned into him, your head resting against his shoulder. The car, though a small space, felt like a haven. A place where time stood still. His hand found its way to your back, pulling you closer, as if he didn’t want to let you go. You didn’t want him to either.

Minutes passed, though it felt like hours, neither of you wanting to break the spell of quiet intimacy that enveloped you both. You could hear the sound of his steady breathing, feel the warmth of his body against yours, and it made everything else fade into the background.

Finally, he broke the silence with a soft chuckle. “I’m supposed to drop you off, aren’t I?”

“Yeah,” you replied, smiling up at him. “I suppose so.”

Reluctantly, he started the car again, but this time, you didn’t feel sad. There was a promise in his eyes, something unspoken but understood. No matter how many times this moment would end, it would always come back again, and every time would be just as special as the last.

As he pulled up to your home, he parked the car and turned to face you. “I’ll text you when I get home,” he said, brushing his lips across your forehead one last time.

“Don’t stay up too late,” you teased, smiling softly.

“Only if you promise to rest too,” he said, his voice playful yet full of affection.

With a last lingering kiss, you reluctantly left the warmth of his car and walked to your door, turning back once more to see him still watching you. You waved, and he waved back, his smile the last thing you saw before you stepped inside.

As the door closed behind you, your heart still raced with the memory of the night—of him, of the sweetness, the intimacy, and the quiet love that seemed to fill the spaces between you. No matter what tomorrow brought, tonight had been perfect.

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Big Sky Ranch - 8

Kristanna Modern AU Rated: Explicit! :D WC: 4233

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The day where Kristoff was taking her out had finally arrived.

Every day for the last week and a half, Kristoff called her in the evening so that they could talk. Even though it kept Anna up a little later than she usually went to bed with her early diner hours, it was absolutely worth it.

As soon as she got off work, she set about getting ready. Anna had no idea what he had in store. She was just beyond thrilled just to be spending some quality time with Kristoff that didn’t involve the saloon or people trying to pick fights and cause trouble. He’d asked if she liked sport type things, and she said that she didn’t mind them at all, so maybe it was something along those lines. There was a little baseball stadium for the WCBL in the bigger town over, perhaps he was taking her to a game.

She was so excited that she was ready to go hours before he was set to pick her up. The afternoon dragged on until there was a knock at her door. Anna held back the squeal of delight that he was finally there.

She opened the door, and he gave her the most joyful smile she’d ever seen, and he bent down and kissed her.

Anna had no idea what it was to swoon. She’d read about it. Seen it in movies. But to experience it for herself, it was surreal. Just like his fantastic kiss; opening his mouth slightly, teasing her gently with his tongue, pushing the front of his body against hers as he pulled her tight against him… Anna truly thought for a moment that her knees were going to unhinge, until he pulled his face away from hers.

And he smelled delicious; Old Spice mixed with clean linen.

“I could hardly wait for the work day to be over.” He grinned, like he had no idea what he’d just done to her.

Anna let out a shaky breath. “Me either,” she agreed, and shut the door and locked it then followed him up to the street where his truck was parked, wondering if ‘in due time’ meant that it was too soon to ask him to take her to bed when their first date was over.

He was wearing his boots, jeans and belt buckle as she’d seen him in before, and a crisp white t-shirt that hugged all the right definitions of his torso. And he’d left his cowboy hat at home. In its place a trucker cap sat backwards on his head. A sultry vision, walking towards his truck. The thought of jumping his bones right then and there did cross her mind again.

He opened the passenger door of his truck and Anna hopped inside. She watched him through the windshield as he walked around to his door, smile still plastered on his face. He got in and they started driving away from town.

They talked as he drove the country roads, getting to know each other even better. And while she enjoyed it very much, her eyes kept scanning the profile of his body sitting in across her on the bench seat. The long legs, the way his biceps flexed with every turn of the wheel, that tight shirt stretched across his pecs. Anna had never wanted to have someone this badly before. It left her feeling a little sheepish, like her lust was clouding her judgement a little.

Soon they came to a building that kind of looked like a really large barn, with a whole bunch of outside areas that appeared to be children’s playgrounds and a few other attractions. As they pulled in, Anna could see that the building was a market.

“Hope you like mini golf,” he said as he parked. “Then we can hit the market after and grab a bite?”

Anna grinned at him. “I love mini golf! I haven’t played in years.”

She hadn’t. Her ex only liked real golf, and Anna was strongly encouraged to learn it. Then every time they played left Anna feeling frustrated and her ex expressing his disappointment. In retrospect, that should have been a bigger clue to her that he wasn’t good for her.

They walked into the gift shop to pay for the mini golf. The cashier gave Kristoff the total and he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a wallet. Somehow even that movement looked sensual to Anna. She reached into her purse to help pay.

Kristoff noticed out of the corner of his eye and he turned to her, getting his face close to hers with the side of his mouth slightly turned up.

“You’ll have to forgive me, Anna,” he said quietly, his eyes looking intently into hers. “I am a little old fashioned about things like this. I won’t ever expect you to pay on our dates.”

He turned away before Anna could answer and her hand fell away from her purse. Her cheeks, and another certain part of her, started to heat uncontrollably. Gentlemanly, chivalrous, undeniably sexy… what the hell did she ever do to find herself actually dating a man like him.

He was handed two putters and they were each told to pick a colour of ball. Anna chose purple and Kristoff went with blue. Then they walked across to the course and started playing.

Anna was having so much fun, time ceased to exist. And Kristoff was a surprisingly bad mini golfer. Either that, or he was letting her win. By that much however, made her think he just didn’t get a chance to mini golf very much. Not that he was upset. That beautiful smile remained on his gorgeous face as they played and joked around.

Afterward they walked around the market. Anna found some scrumptious looking cookies she wanted to try and just as she was about to reach into her purse, Kristoff handed over some cash to the cashier. He smirked, and gave her a sideways glance as he did so that told her ‘I meant what I said’. He did the same thing for the handmade candle she wanted from the next booth, even though she actually had her wallet in her hand that time. He just floated up with cash before she could get out her card.

With the shopping around finished, they went to the food court and decided to share a wood fired pizza from one of the vendors. Paired with some craft beers, it was delicious, even if Anna found the beer a little bitter. She was just so happy to be on a date with him, when he suggested she could get something else to drink, she shrugged it off and said she’d gladly have what he was having.

It was still early evening when they left the market and Kristoff asked if she wanted to grab a drink at the saloon or one of the Pubs in town. Anna picked the saloon since she was familiar with it, and he drove them there while he chatted about the various situations that he’d found themselves in in that place over the years.

Being a weeknight, the place wasn’t too lively. The music was at a volume for easy conversation, and while there were still a lot of patrons, there were plenty of open tables.

“Want to stand, or sit?” Kristoff asked as they walked through to the other side, away from the jukebox.

“Either is fine for me. What do you prefer?”

“Mind if we stand? I get a little back sore if I sit in those chairs too long.”

“No problem, we can definitely stand.”

They picked a high table in the corner away from most of the other groups and ordered some drinks when a waitress came around. After she left, Anna excused herself to the washroom.

When she was washing her hands, she looked in the mirror and smiled. She’d never been on a date so fun, and Kristoff was such an amazing man. The more time she spent with him, the more she wanted to be with him.

Two ladies walked in mid-conversation as Anna finished washing her hands.

“…. didn’t need to be so rude.”

“Right? Like calm down, you can reject someone without being an asshole.”

“It’s a crying shame too, he is really hot.”

“I know! I’m such a sucker for blond dudes.”

“Ugh, and he’s so big, isn’t he? Whoever catches his eye is one lucky lady.”

The women went into stalls laughing about something else as Anna dried her hands, knowing exactly who they were talking about. And as a confirmation, there was a woman standing with Kristoff at the table when she walked back to it.

Anna watched it play out in real time, the side of his nose coming up and giving her a curt answer, the woman turning away with a look of disgust and brushing past Anna, telling her not to ‘waste her time with that one.’

He looked over at her as she approached the table and his face held that animosity for a split second before he realized it was her, and it melted away into a bright smile.

Their drinks were on the table and he picked up his beer. “Cheers.”

Anna hefted her own glass and clinked it against his. “Cheers.”

They each had a sip and set their glasses down, smiling at each other, and Anna took a moment to glance around the bar. Any table with women had their eyes on him or was glancing in his direction… and hers. Some looked jealous, giving Anna an odd sensation in the pit of her stomach, like she was amused and bothered by it at the same time.

“So… I take it you get hit on a lot?”

His shoulders slumped and he let out a long sigh. “Like moths to a flame.”

Anna’s curiosity got the better of her. “How does a man who gets hit on so much, not have lots of dates? You told me once you haven’t been out with too many women.”

He looked away from her to the other side of the bar towards the empty stage. “It gets tirin’, being approached only because of the way I look.”

Anna thought back to her own thoughts about how attractive he was. It was her eye-fucking him in the first place that seemed to start this spark between them. “I hope you don’t think that’s what I did.”

His focus came back to her in an instant, his eyes wide and a touch panicky, pretty much telling her all she needed to know. “No, not at all! That night, Anna, when Boone and his cronies rushed me outside, I came to the bar looking for you.”

“You did?”

He nodded eagerly. “I was planning on asking you out. And well, as you know that night kind of went off the rails. In the end, I still got the outcome I was hopin’ for.” He smiled at her. “I mean, that way you were lookin’ at me definitely boosted my confidence that you would say yes, but I had already pretty much decided I was going to ask you out, even if I hadn’t admitted it to myself until you looked at me.”

Anna giggled. “You know, I was hoping you were single and might ask me out from the very first time you were at the diner.”

His eyebrows went up. “Really?”

She nodded. “Well, I know a lot of cowboys don’t wear wedding rings, I still assumed you were taken.”

“Not then. I sure am now though.”

Heat blossomed in her cheeks. “Let’s finish this drink and go back to my place.”

His eyes scanned hers a moment. “Alright then,” he said slowly.

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As soon as she had the door shut behind them, she pushed herself against his chest, wrapped her arms around his neck, and pulled herself up to kiss him. It took a half a second, like he wasn’t sure what she wanted, then he reciprocated and Anna’s toes curled with the sheer pleasure of it all.

His tongue glanced across hers, sliding into her mouth, and Anna tasted him back, heart hammering away in her chest to finally be able to know what it was like to be intimate with him. He held her tight, his hands caressing her back as his kisses deepened.

Then he stopped.

Anna was left chasing her lips after his as he pulled away and gently lifted her arms from around his neck.

Kristoff smiled as he spoke. “Anna, I’m not that kind of man. I don’t take that gift so lightly. Or so quickly.”

He said that with all seriousness while still looking like the happiest man in the world. Anna knew it right then and there; this was absolutely the man that she was going to fall in love with. Hell, maybe she was already most of the way there. Which made it all the more frustrating that he was being a true gentleman.

“When then?” she whined.

He laughed, the sound rich and satisfying, deepening the ache she felt between her legs. Truly, she’d never had that part of her throb so much in anticipation. It was almost as if she simply sat down the right way, she’d come.

“Anna, I feel it too,” he said, then looked down at himself.

Anna’s eyes followed and widened at the shape pressing against the fabric of his jeans. She groaned with frustration and turned around and took a few steps away. That was all she wanted right now, and he wasn’t going to give it to her.

She turned back to him. “What do I have to do to beat that gentlemanly attitude out of you?” she pouted, crossing her arms across her chest.

His head tiled to the side, a smirk playing out onto his lips. “You really want it that bad, huh?”

Anna nodded eagerly. “Yes, Kristoff. Fuck, yes. I’m on fire. You have no idea what this feels like.”

His voice was low and deeply intimate. “I have an idea,” he said, running a hand slowly over the shape in the front of his jeans.

Anna pinched her bottom lip in her teeth watching that movement. “I mean it,” she said, eyes slowly going to his. “I’ve never felt the need for someone like this before. I need you. Like now.”

His head dipped down and he looked at her through his eyelashes. “Right now?”

She grinned and nodded quickly, her heart beating so fast it felt like it was going to burst out of her chest. That look on his face, the pure sexuality of it, Anna felt shaky with anticipation. And yet he didn’t move. His eyes betrayed a touch of concern.

Anna walked back up to him as he stood still, tracking her movements. She stopped in front of him and looked up into his face. She was going to speak, when his mouth opened.

“I knew you were going to have your way with me someday,” he whispered.

She smiled. “That’s today, Cowboy.”

He nodded once and then bent down to kiss her and it was about ten times more forcefully than before, leaving Anna moaning euphorically into his mouth. He gave her a deep back-of-the-throat groan in response as soon as Anna started tugging on his shirt. He broke from her lips only long enough for her to tear it off of him.

Anna had never been kissed so passionately or fondled in such an arousing way. His hands worked at the buttons of her blouse, his long and thick fingers deftly plucking them apart until he could slide the shirt off her shoulders.

He pulled back from her lips and looked down at her, his pupils large with desire. Staring into her eyes, he reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, then pulled it slowly off her. He glanced down for a quick moment before kissing her again, his hands sliding up her bare back, making her quiver.

Needing so much more, Anna impatiently dropped her hands from his shoulders and started tugging at his jeans. Thing was, she hadn’t yet figured out how the buckle stayed on the belt, and trying to pry it free wasn’t working.

He laughed against her lips then pulled his face away from hers. Both of them looking down, he showed Anna how to take it off. Her mind so clouded by the intimacy happening between them, she’d been trying the wrong end of the buckle. He slipped the entire belt off his jeans, tossed it aside, and kissed her again. Apparently, he still wanted her to take off his pants, so she did.

When they were pooled at his ankles, Anna broke from his lips again and looked down, the shape of his manhood much more defined against his boxer briefs. She grabbed his hand and dragged him to her bedroom, then turned to face him. Slowly, feeling his eyes on her the entire time, Anna freed him of his underwear. She figured he was big, but she hadn’t expected him to be that big. And thick. Jesus.

Still looking down at him, wondering some logistics about how this was going to work, he hooked his finger under her chin and brought her face gently back up to look at him. He was smiling, lopsided, his eyes hooded and staring at her lips. Then he kissed her again, a little slower than before, while he took his time removing her jeans and underwear with warm handed caresses that made her practically melt.

Once she was fully naked like he was, he picked her up and laid her on the bed, then leaned over on one arm. Anna shifted to accommodate him, knees falling apart as he moved between her legs. Hovering over her, he pressed his pelvis to hers and made a movement with his hips so that his cock pushed up through her labia, gliding across her clit.

Anna gasped. It sent a shockwave of pleasure through her for how much that part of her was throbbing. Even though she wanted him inside of her more than anything, she was about to ask him to do it again, when he did just that, and Anna gasped once more.

“Oh… that…” Words stopped as he did it again and again, sliding his manhood across her sensitive clit. The tightening in her abdomen quickly gave way to the sensation of ecstasy.

“Oh… I’m…” she breathed. Then she was there, her center pulsing and rolling in wave after wave. Her legs came together, squeezing against him, and she let out a strangled moan. Curling up, she writhed against Kristoff’s chest, drowning in pleasure.

It was wonderful and deeply gratifying and over too soon. She had no fear however that was going to be it for her. She was still about to experience Kristoff, after all. Her eyes fluttered open as he pulled away from her body and looked down at her. His expression was soft, dare Anna say loving, and he bent down and kissed her gently for a moment, like he was waiting for permission.

“I want you now, Kristoff,” she said against his mouth.

His cock, still resting between her legs, moved and gently pressed against her entrance while he continued to kiss her softly. Anna let her knees fall back to the bed, waiting, then ever so slowly, he pushed into her. She had to take her mouth away from his at the sensation, letting out a shaky exhale of air and arching her back on the bed.

His generous size felt like nothing she had ever experienced before. She was wetter than wet, and yet it still felt a little tight, only in a way that was all pleasure and no pain. In other words, she was definitely going to come again.

Wanting more, Anna lifted up her legs and hooked her ankles around his waist as he rocked into her, kissing her neck, her collarbone, she gasped softly with every one of his strokes. Only it still wasn’t enough. If this was Kristoff letting Anna have her way with him, she was going to have her way with him.

“Wait,” she panted, and he immediately slid out of her and pulled up his head to look at her in question.

Anna pushed his chest away from her. “I want to be on top.”

He obediently shifted off of her and moved to the side of the bed, waiting as Anna sat up and moved so that he could lay down. He did so, after his eyes scanned her naked form in a way that made Anna blush. As soon as he was on his back, she crawled over him.

It was intense the way he was looking up at her, and Anna took her time sliding herself down onto him.

“Fuck…” he whispered, his gaze falling from her eyes to where they were joined. His large palms slid up the sides of her thighs and settled on her hips, his fingers curling around to grab her ass as she moved against him.

The angle, the way she tilted forward so that her clit would rub against him with every movement, was exactly what she needed. Anna put her palms on either side of his head on the pillow and did what she wanted with his body while he caressed her everywhere, giving her soft moans of pleasure.

And then that feeling came up on her again and she wondered if he was close too. “Oh…” she moaned desperately, letting him know. His hands moved back to her hips and tightened around them, gripping her and moving her more forcefully, matching her rhythm.

Then her mind went blank again as she collapsed on his chest and rode it out.

She slowed her breathing, laying on him with her eyes closed and her cheek pressed to his shoulder, her face pointed away from his. After her body was fully calm again, she realized he was still rock hard within her.

Anna pushed herself up and looked down at him. “I’m getting tired here.”

His face broke out into a smile and he started to laugh, the feeling of his body moving under – and in – her, delightful. “What can I say? I’m not a two-pump chump.”

“I’ll say,” Anna said through a tired chuckle. “Although you are starting to give me a bit of a complex.”

His eyes went wide and serious. “No, Anna, it’s not that. I’ve always had good stamina. I mean, in my experience it usually takes longer for a woman to… you know… and… well… to be fair… you seem to be able to get there amazingly quickly. Honestly, it’s a first for me.”

That made her smile. “If the man I’m with knows what he’s doing, and you certainly do, yes, I can.”

He smiled back, relieved. “Trust me, I’m not going to last too much longer…” His mouth worked like he had more to say, only nothing came out as his expression became thoughtful. He pulled his lips closed and then let an exhale out of his nose. “This is by far the most incredible moment of my life,” he said quietly.

Anna’s stomach started doing flips, and she leaned over and planted a quick kiss on his lips. “Why don’t you have your way with me now then?”

He shook his head. “I’d rather just watch you come undone again and I’ll join you.”

And that’s exactly what he did.

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Despite how tired he was, he couldn’t sleep. Anna had rolled away from him some time ago, sleeping on her stomach with her bare back to him and the covers bunched at her waist. He stared at the ceiling in thought.

He knew that taking that intimate step with Anna was going to make him different, and dammed if it didn’t. It was a feeling that nothing in his life was ever going to be the same. Not necessarily in a bad way… more like in a very unknown way. While he’d never been in love before, nowhere near it, he concluded that the feeling must be love. And with that came fear.

What if it didn’t work out between them? What if this was some flash in the pan, some incredible sex before things fizzled out and died. What if he was the one left broken in the end. Could he handle that?

Anna rolled over again, her hair a mess, and her hand slapped lightly against his chest and came to rest there as she settled back into sleep. He smiled. She was a restless sleeper. Heartbreakingly beautiful.

Sven had said he worried about him and Dixie too when they were getting to know each other better. Maybe this was that, just jitters, because Anna had done nothing to make him think that she wasn’t as into him as he was into her. Even though things in the past had never worked out for him, the connection between him and Anna was undeniable, and he had to remember that.

He put the unease from his mind and pictured instead Anna in his cabin, living with him and loving life with him. Soon, he found the sleep he desperately needed.

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