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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.

Bring me to your house and tell me "Sorry for the mess", hey, I don't mind You're talking in your sleep, out of time Well, you still make sense to me, your mess is mine

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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."

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ginxyy · 10 days 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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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🥲

Word Count: 1614

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• April 1st, 2006 • Home •

Reader

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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“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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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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Fictional Advent Day Nine

Bran found himself seated in the godswood, a serene sanctuary blanketed by gently falling snow. The ancient heart tree loomed before him, its weathered face and carved features standing in silent vigilance. Draped in warm furs, Bran sat with eyes closed, the crisp air nipping at his cheeks. His chair was positioned close to the tree, allowing him to reach out and touch its gnarled trunk. Through the eyes of countless crows scattered across the vast expanse of Westeros, he observed the unfolding events with a profound sense of connection to the land.

Lillianna had been watching Bran from the warm and cosy kitchens, worrying over him as she always did. She finished up a tray of her famous cookies, carefully taking them out of the oven and letting the sweet aroma fill the room. She wrapped a few cookies in parchment paper, tying them with a ribbon, to send out across Winterfell for various people who'd asked for some of her delicious treats. However, she saved some of the freshly baked cookies, wrapping them up and tucking them into a small pouch. With a determined look on her face, she slipped on her heavy wool cloak, fastening it securely around her neck, and headed out into the serene snow-covered courtyard.

As Lillianna made her way through the softly falling snow, she couldn't help but admire the beauty of the godswood. The snow-laden branches of the ancient heart trees created a picturesque scene that never failed to captivate her. She finally stopped a respectable distance from Bran, careful not to startle him though she supposed he likely knew she was coming long before she even thought of it. "Afternoon... everything alright Bran?"

Bran's gaze drifted away from the heart tree, focusing on Y/n standing beneath the canopy of branches. “Y/n,” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. “I'm trying to remember something.” His eyes refocused on hers, searching for understanding. “A dream, perhaps. Or a memory.”

"I thought you knew everything?" she lightheartedly teased,

A faint smile touched Bran's lips, and he chuckled quietly. “No,” he said, shaking his head slightly. “There are things beyond my sight, Y/n.” he said, “The Three-Eyed Raven taught me much, but there is more to know.”

She softly nodded, "You're... not cold at all?"

Bran shrugged, his shoulders barely moving under his cloak. “Winterfell's chill doesn't affect me,” he replied matter-of-factly. “The cold can be numbing, but I've grown accustomed to it.” he told her, “Are those for me?”

"Mhm," she nodded with a warm smile, "I worried you might be cold... or hungry... or just... in need of cookies. So many troubles can't be solved with cookies don't you think?" she chuckled,

Bran's face softened, and he reached out to take the cookies from Y/n. “Some troubles can indeed be eased by cookies,” he said, his voice filled with warmth as he accepted the treat. “And I appreciate your concern.” He broke off a piece of cookie, the scent of sweet dough filling the air as he took a sizeable bite, his stomach remembering immediately how much he adored her cookies, “You're right, though,” he added, looking up at her with a serious expression. “Sometimes, it's the smallest comforts that make the greatest differences.”

"Would you like to come inside Bran? I'm about to start another batch... I promise you can lick the spoon?"

a small hit of a smile played on his lips. “That sounds like a promise worth keeping,” he said, his voice low and amused. “I'd love to help, if I may. I know… people do not like to linger about me,” He told her,

She softly smiled and came to his chair kissing his cold cheek, “I am not most people, no matter the trials and tribulations you have been through, I am as I have always been… your friend.” She smiled taking his hand and softly squeezing it,

He squeezed back and truly smiled up at her, “Thank you Lillianna…”

“You’re welcome Bran,” She smiled, “Come on let's get inside before the snow comes to burry us.” she took the handles of his chair and began to walk back inside Winterfell's kitchen,

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A Flower With Petals of Flame: part fourteen (Eris x Reader)

Warnings: Angst, threats, swearing, and mentions of murder

Part thirteen Part fifteen

Tag list: open

Y/N has a bit of a break down, and while comforting her, Eris explains that he loves her, despite what he has said in the past.

I winnow all of us to the tree between the spring and autumn court that Eris and I always used to meet at.

Sam starts to scope out the area, as I knew he would, and I take the opportunity to slip farther into the trees.

Eris follows me after a minute, finding me leaning against a tree, trying to keep from having a complete breakdown.

“Hey, it’s okay.” Eris spoke softly, taking me into his arms and petting my hair as I rested my head against his shoulder.

“He hates me. They are all going to hate me.” I whisper as tears start to fall.

He hugged me tighter. “That’s they’re loss then, because you, Y/N, are the most amazing, caring, strong, and brilliant person to have ever lived.” He says softly, and I look up into his eyes, and they are depthless as they swirl with emotion. “Anyone who can’t see that, isn’t worth your pain.”

Leaning down, he made to kiss me, but I dodged, my voice watery as I spoke, pushing out of his arms, “No Eris.”

He looked surprised, and a little hurt. “Y/N?”

I shook my head, wiping away tears with shaking hands. “I can’t do this right now- I can’t- I know that this-” I wave my hand at the two of us, “was never supposed to be serious, but if we aren’t going to be more, I can’t do the kisses and one night stands anymore.”

I hide my face in my hands and let out a muffled laugh. “I’m just a fucking mess, aren’t I?”

His warm hands gently pry mine away from my face.

“If anyone here is a mess, I am Y/N.”

He takes my face in his hands, leaning down to rest his forehead against mine. “I love you.”

My heart burns, and I force myself to speak, to make sure he meant it, “But- but you told me that you didn’t-”

He shudders, and I just want to pull him closer, drop the whole conversation and soothe him.

But his words from so many years ago echo in my head.

“I didn’t mean that. Any of it. Let me explain.” His chest heaves as he pleads, “please.”

I nod silently, and he starts talking…

Eris pov, a week before Y/N’s death:

I stormed out of my father’s private office. I knew I would pay for the disrespect later, but currently I couldn’t give a shit.

“I don’t know why you’ve decided to fuck some Illyrian whore, but you will cut it off. Or I will cut her up.”

My father was not a humorous person, and the only time he made jokes was when he knew he had won.

Of course, I hadn’t found it funny.

I had completely erupted into flames, shocking Beron as I almost burnt him to a crisp.

This had never happened before. Beron’s sons didn’t retaliate or fall out of line. It simply wasn’t done.

The words he shouted after as I made a speedy exit haunted me.

“You are a Vanssa! I will not have you sullying our good name with some whore.”

Y/n’s not a fucking whore. She’s a beautiful, strong female, and there was only ever going to be one of her.

And my father was going to kill her.

I wouldn’t let that happen, I decide as I’m running down the halls.

I don’t know how he found out about her in the first place, but there was only one thing I could think of to keep her safe.

She was beautiful. My heart aches as I walk up to our meeting spot, seeing you sitting against the tree with a radiant grin on your face, hair done up in ribbons and a dress on.

You never wore dresses. At least, out here where your father couldn’t see.

I force myself to smile as I walk up, even as my heart screams in pain, screams at me to lift you up and profess my love and ask you to run away with me.

But I cannot leave. We would never escape our fathers.

I should have known this would never last, but I had hoped, foolishly, that maybe we could have our happy ending.

“Eris!” You exclaim, shooting to your feet as you rush to me, throwing your arms around me.

I let myself pull you tighter to me for only a moment, memorizing the way you smell, you feel, the smile you wear.

You pull away, and before I can say a word, you launch into a speech.

“Eris, I know that this is strange, and sudden, and so totally bizarre, but I need to ask you something.” You say, words coming fast and excitedly frantic.

“Run away with me.” Your eyes are wide as you say it, grabbing my hands in yours.

My throat burns, and my stomach twists into knots as my face falls.

You let go, backing up a step as you see my reaction. “I’m sorry, you don’t have to say anything right now. Maybe it was-”

“I don’t love you.” I say, the words gutting something vital in me.

You freeze, your face blank as you process the words. “What?”

“We are friends. That’s it. I mean, we’ve had some fun, but that was all it was. Fun.”

I hate myself for the words, for the disinterested expression I have plastered onto my face, for the look of absolute pain that spreads across her face.

“So-” She stopped, taking a deep breath and I watched as her eyes grew steely. “You could have said something sooner.” She rebuffed quickly.

I shrug, everything in me screaming as my heart tore itself apart. “Maybe.”

She studied me for a moment, before whispering, “Fuck you Eris.” She turned and strode out of the clearing.

I didn’t move for quite some time.

Y/N’s pov, present:

My heart aches as he finishes telling me his perspective of that day, of why he said those things.

“I love you Y/N, and the day-” His jaw works as he closes his eyes, speaking softly, “The day you died, I went looking for you. I was going to tell you the whole truth.”

Tears start to streak down my face once more, and I bring my hands up to Eris’s face to try and soothe him.

“I love you too.” I whisper, only for him to hear.

Leaning down, he took my lips in his, and I melted into his embrace.

After a lifetime of pretending to be soft, and unguarded, it was nice to actually feel that way.

Like I didn’t have to be anyone but myself, and I would still be loved.

I like it.

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rillils · 1 year ago

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so um, so maybe i'm addicted to prompt generators. that might be a thing. hm. *screeches into the void*

rating: T wordcount: 1378 tags: fluff, crack, established relationship, bearded Steve because i've got a soft spot for him, general silliness, dorks in love, domestic bliss, aaand that's it i think

If life was fair, and not plotting to give Bucky an inappropriate boner in the middle of a crowded beach, then for once Steve might deign to look like any average guy enjoying a hot summer day with his man; rather than, you know, put to shame the rest of humankind with his luxuriant, marble-carved, sexy lumberjack league, mouth-watering presence.

But nope.

He walks out of the ocean with seafoam lapping longingly at his ankles, looking for all the world like Aphrodite and Magic Mike had hot writhing sex right there on the shore, without ever getting a single grain of sand in any uncomfortable places, and nine months later he happened, with his thick thighs and his tapered waist, and droplets of saltwater gliding down the slick planes of his torso like liquid diamonds. (Which Bucky will stoically abstain from licking off Steve’s skin. Not because he’s feeling especially strong today, no – just so they don’t end up charged with public indecency. Again.)

Steve’s face, though, as he splashes eagerly towards him, is the face of a kid who just spent the better part of an hour frolicking about in the water, flushed and animated, ecstatic, and bearing the promise of one hell of a nap sometime in the near future, out of sheer exhaustion.

He seizes Bucky by the waist with his big wet paws, and presses a victorious kiss to Bucky’s mouth, nearly causing him to drop his ice cream bar. Yes, the one Bucky bought just so he’d have an excuse to step back, and enjoy the newly familiar sight of Steve Rogers having the time of his life, in the most joyful, delightfully mundane of ways.

He should get to be this carefree every day. Bucky feels very strongly about that.

“Come back in, honey, come on,” Steve cajoles, wearing the biggest, goofiest grin Bucky’s seen on him in months. Possibly since the day he caught this very man hurtling down their driveway on a hoverboard, at breakneck speed, obviously, because the original S.G.R. device only has one setting, and that setting is called ‘STEVE YES’.

Now that was an experience. It would have taken some pretty heavy divine intervention for him not to go crashing straight into the trashcans, Bucky considers distantly – and God must have thought it wasn’t worth the hassle, if the big oaf was just going to pick himself up and try again anyways.

“In a minute,” Bucky promises him. Because, while there might be a universe out there where he’s actually capable of denying this guy something he wants, that universe is definitely not this one.

“Come on, the water’s great!” Steve presses on, his meaty hands squeezing gently at Bucky’s waist, deliciously cool against Bucky’s sun-warm skin. He’s like a big puppy begging for another treat, buzzing with energy, glowing with it from the apples of his flushed cheeks to the sparkling blue of his eyes. He is, for lack of a better word, fucking precious.

Bucky slides his free hand up Steve’s chest, metal fingers stroking appreciatively over the dark whorls of his chest-hair. It’s ridiculous, how quickly he’s ready to give in.

“At least let me finish my ice cream, first,” he says, waving the thing under Steve’s nose. He could swear Steve’s ears perk up, like he’s only just noticed the little stick in Bucky’s hand.

“Oh,” he says, and it’s a pleased kind of oh. “Can I have some?”

“’course. Here.”

Rather than passing the ice cream over to him, Bucky just lifts it to Steve’s lips, inviting him to take a bite.

Eyes crinkled with some secret pleasure, Steve leans in. The thin chocolate shell breaks with a crisp, satisfying crunch under his teeth, the creamy vanilla filling kissing his bottom lip and lingering there, helpless, until Steve collects it with a slow sweep of his tongue, never one to leave someone behind. The soft mmh he releases goes straight to Bucky’s gut, warming him from deep within.

He smiles, like he’s been trying to hold back and he just can’t help himself anymore. “Is it good?”

Steve gives him the Look – the one he gets in his eyes sometimes, when the toe-curling intensity of his gaze tells Bucky that he’s thinking about them – them in their bedroom, stumbling their way through the door with groping hands and tangled legs, laugh slipping into moan slipping back around into laugh, or on the kitchen counter, making the cabinets shake and the bag of sugar spill everywhere, or in the broom closet, caught by a mid-morning frenzy like they were last Saturday, quick and frantic and muffling each other’s moans, as if somebody might have walked in on them any second. And they’re in public, so Steve can’t do anything about it; but Bucky can tell he’s filing away all the words he wants to say and saving them for later, when he can lavish them straight onto Bucky’s sweat-slick skin.

“’S nice,” Steve rumbles, gaze dropping to Bucky’s lips for a long, deliberate moment. “But I know something better.”

A sweet shiver rolls down Bucky’s spine. “Do you, now.” He palms the side Steve’s neck, thumb circling over the delicate skin behind his earlobe, and pulls Steve to him, meeting him halfway into the kiss. Steve’s lips part gloriously for him, the hot caress of his tongue slipping the taste of chocolate and vanilla into Bucky’s welcoming mouth, spiked by a thrilling hint of salt.

A few drops of saltwater drip from Steve’s beard to land on Bucky’s bare chest, and from there trickle down his stomach, skirting his navel to soak into the waistband of his swim trunks, following a path Steve himself has traced with the tip of his tongue many a time.

Only too soon, Steve nudges his chin into Bucky’s own, pulling away, and Bucky chases his lips for one last peck before he lets go.

Steve looks back at him, his eyelashes fanning darkly, thick with moisture. His eyes come alive with his smile, gleaming with the pure, blinding joy behind it. Openly adoring, they are, in a way Bucky couldn’t perceive any more clearly if Steve were spelling it out for him.

He thinks Steve knows (how deeply, desperately) he feels the same way. He thinks he should tell Steve more often anyway, just in case.

“You gonna join me, then?” Steve asks, all sun-kissed freckles and hopeful eyes, hands giving Bucky’s hips a playful little wiggle. Silly man. Bucky would reach up and pluck the sun out of the sky for him, if he only asked.

Bucky grins, and hopes it doesn’t scandalize any onlookers, with how obscenely fond it must be. “What about my ice cream, though?”

The curl of Steve’s mouth turns unexpectedly mischievous.

“Just hold it out of the water,” he says, and with no further ado, he swoops in to hook one arm behind Bucky’s knees and hoists him up, startling an undignified squeal out of him.

“What–! ”

Steve beams down at him, an almost manic glint in his eye. “Let’s go!”

And with the enthusiasm of an excited golden retriever, he goes bounding towards the glittering waves, kicking up wet sand behind them. Bucky grabs onto his broad shoulders, partly just to feel the firm muscle there, and partly out of a last-minute sense of self-preservation.

“Steve!” He calls out, laughter ripped out of his chest, sudden and shocking, as they splash a bunch of shrieking children on their path. “Put me down, you punk-ass manchild–”

“Nope,” says Steve, relenting only once the water’s reaching up to their chests. There, he stops, swaying gently with the tide, and shifts Bucky in his arms until he’s got Bucky’s legs wrapped around his middle, gathering him close. “I’m your ride for the day.”

And how could Bucky ever object to that? The ocean dances sweet and placid around them, warm under the midday sun, and the man he loves wants him here, tucked in the circle of his arms.

“Fine,” he says, pressing the word to Steve’s lips with a slow kiss. Fine, have it your way.

His last coherent thought, before Steve licks expertly into his mouth, is that they might not escape the public indecency allegations today, after all.

#stucky #stevebucky #rillers scribbles #why yes i do think my writing gets progressively dumber xD #can't help it #the braincell loves these boys #the braincell is trying its best #the braincell is probably going to take a break for the next 2837445098 years given my history #just wanted to exploit it a little bit before that happens

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readyforthegarden · 2 years ago

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Ever After - A Bubblegum Short

A/N: Eden and Jake have been on my mind for quite a while, and I've missed them so much. So I've put together a few blurbs for them about their lives post-Bubblegum, and how their little family in the epilogue came to be.

WC: 3600

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It had been a whirlwind of a month in Michigan, Jake carting Eden everywhere, taking her to his family's cabin after a quick visit home, then to a few different places he had been dreaming of taking her since they had become official.

He planned everything perfectly, the cool autumn air rustling the bright yellow and orange leaves in the trees around them. Today was going to be gorgeous, their roadtrip would be long, but definitely worth it. Currently he was enjoying the heat of Eden's body tucked into his side, sleeping away peacefully in the chilly morning. He held her close, letting his callused thumb graze the soft, tanned skin of her upper arm. Her hair still smelled vaguely of her shampoo and campfire, the two of them having spent most of the night out at the fire pit, quietly enjoying each others company before coming inside and recreating their first night together, just as passionately as it was a few years prior.

Eventually, his awakened body became restless, and he untangled himself and gently left his love in the bed, smiling to himself as Eden burrowed into his pillow, inhaling deeply and humming in her sleep. He pulled on his boxer-briefs and his old white t-shirt, running a hand through his hair as he left the bedroom quietly.

Padding into the kitchen, he began brewing a pot of coffee. Checking the time on the oven clock, he realized they'd slept in a little later than he wanted, and started preparing breakfast for them.

"I smell bacon." Jake looked up a while later, seeing a frumpled Eden shuffling into the room. She rubbed her eyes with one hand, reaching down to scratch a mosquito bite on her calf with the other. She was wearing an oversized shirt, the logo faded from washing a few moth holes were worn into it.

"Good morning, darlin'." Jake greeted her, feeling her arms circle his waist. She mumbled a soft 'guh mornin' back into his shoulder. "Coffee's ready, go grab a cup, we've got to get moving."

"Where are we going today?" Eden asked through a yawn, grabbing the mug Jake had set out for her and pouring the coffee in. She moved to the fridge to grab the bottle of creamer.

"I've got a little trip to Mackinaw City planned for us." Jake smiled. "Super touristy, but we're gonna have fun."

"That's like, up here, right?" Eden set her mug down, holding up her palm, making Jake proud as she used her hand as a map.

"Yeah, thereabouts." Jake laughed, moving away from the stove and giving her lips a sweet kiss. "It's about a four hour drive."

"Oh that's all?" Eden sniffed, sipping her coffee. "Do I have time to shower after breakfast? Or is this a hit the road as soon as the plates are washed kind of deal?"

"Oh, we have time for a shower." Jake gave her a little wink. "There's always time for that."

“Who said you were invited?” Eden smirked at Jake from over the rim of her mug. “I’m still tired from last night.”

“Yeah? That just means I’ve done my job well.” Jake waggled his eyebrows, making Eden laugh.

“Alright lover boy, give me some of that bacon and we’ll see about that shower later.”

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The ride up north was long, but worth it. Eden’s gasps at the foliage that zipped by as they drove up the interstate was worth every minute. It was a bright, beautiful Michigan day, the air crisp and the smell of fall weaving through the branches of the trees themselves.

They’d arrived in Mackinaw City in the mid-afternoon, and Jake took Eden around the town, in and out of touristy shops, buying fudge and silly airbrushed t-shirts with their names on them for fun. The afternoon wore on into the evening, and they found a small diner to have dinner in.

“Are we driving back to the cabin tonight?” Eden asked, dunking her french fry in the honey mustard on her plate.

“No, I got us a room at one of the hotels here in town for the night.”

“Good, it’s not a bad drive, but I know I’ll fall asleep and I don’t want to leave you driving by yourself.” Eden smiled.

“I have one more place I want to take us before we turn in for the night.” Jake told her, piquing her interest. “Ah, it’s a surprise.”

Eden slumped back against the diner booth, squinting at Jake though a cheeky smirk tugged at her lips. Once the bill was paid, Jake ushered Eden into the car, and they started their drive. The sun began to set as Jake drove out of the city, and Eden curiously looked at every sign along the way, seeing if she could figure out where exactly he was taking her.

“Ooh, are we going to see the giant Paul Bunyon statue?!” Eden glanced over to Jake. He shook his head.

“No, that’s across the bridge.” he replied. “But maybe tomorrow.” Eden pursed her lips and kept thinking. The sun had completely set when they pulled down a gravel road, Eden could barely see the sign.

“A state park? Don’t they close at night? What are we doing here?”

“You’ll see.” Jake parked his car near a few others, getting out. Eden confusedly followed suit, taking the hand he offered her when they met at the front of his car.

They walked a little ways into the park, coming to a lakeshore. Before Jake could say anything, Eden gasped, looking up at the sky.

"Jake, that's the aurora borealis!" Eden turned to him wide-eyed. "Oh my god! We're seeing it!"

"I know!" Jake grinned, watching as Eden walked forward a few steps, staring up at the sky, the vibrant colors reflecting upon her face. "This is a dark sky park, there's no light pollution for miles. You can see everything so clearly." Eden felt a pricking at her eyes, a few tears escaped down her cheek as she watched the waves of colored lights. Jake wanted to look up at the lights, but he couldn't take his eyes off Eden.

"I almost wish Sam was here to tell us all the science-y crap about how this happens." Eden airly chuckled.

"About that," Jake caught Eden's attention. When she turned around again, Eden looked behind him, seeing the aforementioned brother standing a few feet away, grinning, one of his fancy cameras in hand.

"Sam!" Eden grinned. "I didn't know you were going to be here!"

"I asked him to come, so we could have some photos." Jake cut in before Sam could answer, his nerves starting to set in.

"Photos?" Eden's forehead wrinkled in confusion as Jake stepped towards her. He reached into his pocket, wrapping his hand around the velvet box. "For what?"

"Eden, since that first date we were set up on, I knew that you were going to change my life." Jake smiled crookedly at the memory of feeling less than enthused, sitting across the table from Eden, who then looked like a disco ball shattered over her dress. "Through our journey together, I've only fallen more madly, deeply in love with you, and I want you to know that I'm undeniably yours. Forever." Jake knelt down on one knee as Eden raised her hands to her mouth, covering them in surprise. They had talked many, many times about the next step, but always left the conversation at 'when it feels right' and never put any expectations on it.

Jake finally pulled the velvet box from his pocket, it weighing heavy in his hand as he propped the lid open, showing Eden one of the most gorgeous rings she'd ever seen. A deep green, hexagon shaped emerald rested between two small diamonds glimmered under the lights. Small flashes from Sam's camera were going off out of the corner of their eyes, but they paid it no mind. "Eden, will you please make me the most exuberantly happy man, and marry me?"

"Yes!" Eden nearly shrieked, pulling her hands away from her face. "Oh my god, yes!" the wide grin on her face made Jake match it, a few tears welling up in his own eyes as he plucked the ring from it's cushion, taking Eden's shaking hand in his and sliding it upon her finger. Within seconds, he was on his back, Eden wrapped around him, crying into his neck. Jake wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly to him.

"This is going in the scrapbook," Sam murmured under his breath, snapping away still, his own heart swelling for his older brother and best friend. After a few moments of Eden and Jake peppering each other with kisses, they got up, and embraced more, Sam getting a few more shots of them under the lights before departing.

"Jake, this is so...." Eden looked up at him, to the lights and back to him. "Did you plan this whole trip around this?"

"I've had the ring for six months but I knew I was going to do this for a long time." Jake smiled, pecking her lips. "I wanted to make sure everything was perfect, and when the lights aligned with our trip, I knew it was the right time."

"I love you, so much." Eden sniffled. "Jake I've been yours since the moment you gave me those potatoes." Jake couldn't help but toss his head back and laugh.

"Oh, those potatoes are what did it, huh?"

"When a man shares his potatoes, that's love." Eden giggled. She couldn't keep her hands off of him, hugging him, cupping his face, fisting his shirt like he would disappear in a puff of smoke if she let go. "I'm so lucky."

"I'm the lucky one," Jake hummed, rubbing his hand up and down her back. "So damn lucky."

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Eden stood in the bridal suite of the large, rustic cabin, staring at her reflection in the mirror. The photos were all done, the photographers getting ready at the ceremony space to capture those images. Her hair was loosely curled, cascading over her shoulders. The veil that adorned her, fastened by a comb at the crown of her head, was embroidered along the edges with colorful flowers and a special nod to her soon-to-be husband. A few flowers hid small taurus symbols, the same, beautiful blue that matched his suit and her award show outfit all those years ago.

"It's almost time, are you ready?" Eden looked up, seeing Sam standing in the doorway. He had only checked in on her a few times, but seemed taken back by her completed look. "God, Eden...you look breathtaking."

"Really?" Eden felt a few tears stinging her eyes as Sam stepped towards her, pulling a small pack of tissues from his pocket and immediately dabbing at her eyes.

"You're an absolute vision." Sam assured her. "I don't think there will ever be a bride that looks half as beautiful as you."

"You're such a flatterer, Sam." Eden laughed. "Is my makeup okay?" Sam dabbed at her eyes a little bit more, nodding. Music began playing outside, and Eden felt a flutter in her stomach, fidgeting a bit in front of the tall man.

"Nervous?"

"Not at all." Eden shook her head. "I'm excited. I just wanna see him already." Eden had spent the night in the cabin with Jake's mom, sister, and a few female friends. It took his brothers dragging him through the front door to get Jake to leave for the hotel a few miles away, him stopping and kissing Eden every few steps, holding onto her hand and nearly dragging her with him outside. If it hadn't been for his sister tugging Eden back, she was sure she would have woken up in the hotel bed next to Jake, risking the bad luck of him seeing her before the wedding.

A knock on the door sounded through the room, and they both turned to see the wedding planner smiling at them.

"Jake is already down the aisle, it's time to take your place." Sam turned, offering Eden his arm. Sam had been Eden’s choice to walk her down the aisle, her own father having passed, and no siblings of her own. Sam had been her first true friend in so long, it only felt right to give him the role. He was playing double duty, being your man of honor as well, another job he swelled with pride at getting.

Sam led Eden to the patio doors. Through the gauzy curtains, she could see the smoky mountains, surrounded by the beautiful fall foliage. The sun was just beginning to lower in the sky, a perfect dusk wedding.

“Hey,” Eden turned to look at Sam, who was grinning down at her. “I love you. I’m so happy that you’re gonna be my sister.”

“I love you too, Sam.” Eden let go of her bouquet, squeezing Sam’s hand. The wedding planner’s walkie went off, and the music changed, a lilting piano rendition of Fleetwood Mac’s ‘Songbird’ echoed as the doors swung open, revealing Sam and Eden to the guests. They all stood, beaming up at her but as soon as she they found him, her eyes were trained on Jake. He had glanced back to Josh, saying something to his brother and best man, before turning back. As Sam carefully led her down the steps, Jake brought a hand up, he eyes already brimming with tears, seeing Eden moving toward him and the rest of their lives together.

Sam chuckled under his breath, feeling Eden tugging on his arm in her haste to get to the altar and to Jake.

“Don’t worry, we’ll get there.” Sam whispered to her. “You gotta have some nice photos of your walk down though, so pull back a little.” Eden giggled, her grin wide as she nodded, evening out her pace with the taller man.

After what felt like an eternity, Sam handed her off to Jake, who helped her up onto the small platform, kissing her one hand as she used the other to hand her bouquet to Sam.

“You look…there are no words for how beautiful you are.” Jake murmured, taking in her bridal form. Jake also wore white, a suit custom made for the big day.

As Eden stood before him, her eyes scanned him, bouncing around and taking him in, from the low bun his hair was tied back in under his white, wide-brimmed hat, to the one delicate chain he wore against his chest under the open dress shirt under his suit jacket. Her eyes were sparkling, and her smile grew wider when she noticed the subtle markings of his taurus suit done in a matching white thread so as not to be completely obvious. She grabbed her veil, tugging it slightly to show him the matching blue detail on the train of it. Jake grinned, feeling a swelling in his chest at her excitement for their surprises for each other.

“My something blue,” Eden whispered. Jake’s eyes danced with a proud laugh as Danny stood before them a journal in hand.

“Friends and family, we are gathered here today to witness the marriage of Eden Beckett and Jacob Kiszka. A love that started out unconventionally, but has become one of the great love stories of our time.” Danny spoke into the microphone after everyone was seated again. “As someone who has the honor of being their friend, I got a front row seat to watching their relationship go from set-up, to friendship, and blossom into a beautiful love.” Eden was already sniffling, a tear running down her cheek. Jake reached into his pocket, taking out a tissue and reaching across the small space, dabbing at the trail, earning a small chorus of 'aww's'. Danny continued with his speech before giving way to Jake and Eden, letting them recite their vows.

Jake took a piece of paper from a pocket inside his suit jacket, unfolding it, his hands shaking a bit as one of them reached for the microphone Danny held out. Eden turned away for a second, grabbing more tissues from Sam before Jake started speaking.

"Eden, I've written and re-written these words so many times over the last year, because there are simply no words that can perfectly describe how I feel about you. All words fail in comparison to the actual feelings I get when I see you. I fall asleep excited that I get to wake up next to you, and I spend all day feeling lucky I get to come home and fall asleep next to you. You challenge me every day, in art, music, random facts and trivia. My family loves you, you're the sister Ronnie always wanted, for sure." a small 'woo!' echoed out from Ronnie in the seats, making everyone laugh and Eden shoot her a wide smile. "I love you in every way imaginable, and I will love you for the rest of my life, and in the hereafter."

"Eden, you may recite your vows." Danny nodded to her. In true Eden fashion, she had memorized her vows, clearing her throat as she took the mic.

"Jake, I also struggled with writing my vows, because it's nearly impossible to put into words how deeply I love and care for you. You are my home and adventure, all at once. You push me to try new things and are there to catch me when I fall, and I am forever grateful for the mishaps that led to our meeting. I used to look back on all the things I'd done wrong before I met you, but they've led me to you, and I don't think they were ever mistakes. They were meant to happen so we could come together. I wish I could more eloquently say my vows, but all I have to say is that I'm so in love with you, and I can't imagine any other future than one with you."

Eden handed back the microphone to Danny, who continued in the ceremony, having them recite the typical vows so they could say 'I Do'.

"With the power vested in me by the state of Tennessee, I now pronounce you husband and wife." Danny grinned. "Jake, you may now kiss your bride." Jake turned to Eden, stepping forward and sliding his hands around her waist, tugging her into him. She placed her hands on his shoulders, thumbs grazing his neck softly. Jake gazed down at Eden, memorizing her face before leaning down, planting a kiss on her mauvey-pink lips. "I present to you for the first time, Mr. and Mrs. Kiskza!" Eden and Jake parted briefly to giddily laugh before exchanging a few more kisses as their friends and family cheered.

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Jake watched across the room as Danny twirled Eden around the dance floor of their reception, the fairy lights hung up in the trees picking up every sparkle in her eyes, glinting off the rings that adorned her left hand. It was well into the night, her hair was starting to frizz from the heat of dancing, but she just couldn't stop. She told Jake she was so happy her body just couldn't stop moving. He would slide in for a few slower paced songs, his hair falling from it's bun, wisps framing his face until he took it out altogether.

"Who would've thought one of the worlds best rock guitarists would've ended up married to a princess of pop?" Jake glanced to his left, seeing Josh leaning against the bar next to him. The older twin smiled at the younger, his cheeks red from dancing and drinking.

"I went soft, huh?" Jake chuckled.

"You've always been soft." Josh rolled his eyes. "Just took meeting the right person to let you show it." they both turned to watch their friends and family dance around, Sam having cut in Eden's dance with Danny, making her laugh. Even above the music, Jake could hear the peels of her laughter. "I'm really happy for you, Jake."

"Thanks, Josh." Jake smiled at Josh, sharing a sincere moment of silence. Josh took a sip of his drink, and the music changed, a funky disco beat thumping through the soundsystem.

"That's my cue." Josh sniffed, rolling his neck before dancing his way through the small crowd to the floor. Jake laughed and grabbed his own drink, taking a swig as Eden approached.

"Hi baby!" she grinned. Jake smiled, wrapping an arm around her as she took the glass in his hand, downing the drink. "Ooh, that was not water."

"Noo it wasn't." Jake laughed at his tipsy bride, turning and asking the bartender for two bottles of water. "Are you having fun, Mrs. Kiszka?"

"I'm having the time of my life, Mr. Kiszka." Eden leaned her body against his, smiling up at him dreamily.

"Good," Jake leaned down and kissed her for the millionth time that night, knowing he would never get his true fill of her for as long as he lived. He would always be hungry for another kiss, another touch from her. "We're going to have to head out soon, it's already nearly two."

"Ugh, I don't want to leave yet." Eden frowned. "I wanna stay and dance with our friends!" Jake brushed her hair back, now placing a kiss to her forehead.

"I know, but we have to get some sleep and make sure we finish packing." Jake reminded her. "Tomorrow night, we leave for Europe."

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startseeingstars · 11 days ago

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Maybe It’s Fate - Samuel Lafferty (UTBOH)

CH01

The thrift store wasn’t much to look at—faded posters on the walls, shelves sagging under the weight of secondhand knick-knacks, and that faint smell of old books and mothballs. You stood behind the counter, folding a pile of sweaters someone had carelessly left in a heap. Your hands worked on autopilot, but your mind was somewhere else, drifting through thoughts you didn’t want to face.

Three months sober. It was supposed to feel like an achievement, but it didn’t. It felt like a tightrope walk, one shaky step at a time, over a drop that always seemed closer than it should be. The mornings were the hardest—quiet and empty, leaving too much space for the past to creep in.

The bell above the door jingled, snapping you back to the present. A young woman stepped in, brushing a strand of dark brown hair away from her face as she glanced around. She had an easy smile, the kind that felt out of place in this town, and a lightness to her movements like she carried her own sunshine.

“Hi!” she said brightly, stepping up to the counter. “Do you have any picture frames? I just moved into a little apartment, and I need something for my walls. Blank ones give me the creeps.”

You gestured vaguely toward the back of the store. “There’s a shelf near the mirrors.”

“Thanks!” she said, flashing you another smile before heading off.

You tried to focus on the sweaters again, but your attention kept drifting back to her. She moved through the aisles with an energy that felt… different. Like she hadn’t been worn down by this place yet.

When she came back, she was holding a small wooden frame and a secondhand coffee mug with “World’s Best Dad” printed on the side.

“This is cute,” she said, holding up the mug. “Not exactly what I was looking for, but this sort’s my Dad’s Christmas present early.”

You managed a faint smile and rang up her items. “That’ll be three dollars.”

She handed over a five, then leaned on the counter like she had nowhere else to be. “I’m Brenda, by the way,” she said. “Just moved here for school—broadcast journalism major. I’m going to be a TV presenter someday.”

Her confidence caught you off guard, but you had to admit you admired it. “That’s cool,” you said, not sure what else to say.

“And you are…?” she prompted gently, tilting her head as she waited.

“Nora,” you said quietly.

“Nice to meet you, Nora.” Brenda studied you for a moment, her smile softening. “You okay? You seem… I don’t know, like you’ve had a rough morning.”

You hesitated, unsure how to respond. Most people didn’t ask. “I’m fine,” you said finally, but the words sounded hollow.

She didn’t push, just nodded like she understood more than you’d said. “You know,” she said thoughtfully, “there’s this little church down the street. I went last week to check it out. It’s not big or fancy, but the people are nice. You should come with me tomorrow.”

“Church?” you repeated, the word catching in your throat.

“Yeah,” she said, her voice light but sincere. “I mean, no pressure, but sometimes it’s nice to be around people who care. And they have free donuts.” She grinned, her brown eyes sparkling with humor.

You stared at her, unsure whether to laugh or scoff. Church wasn’t something you’d ever thought about—not with your parents, not with everything you’d been through. But Brenda’s warmth felt real, not forced or fake.

“I don’t know,” you said finally.

“That’s okay,” she said easily, like your answer didn’t matter to her one way or the other. “If you change your mind, it’s the little white building on Main Street. Ten o’clock.”

She picked up her items, gave you a quick wave, and disappeared out the door, leaving the store quieter than before.

You stood there for a long moment, her words echoing in your head. Church. People who care.

Maybe it was worth a try.

xxx

You arrived at the church fifteen minutes early, the crisp morning air biting at your cheeks as you hesitated at the entrance. The little white building wasn’t imposing, but it had an unfamiliar energy that made your stomach twist. You could already feel the weight of curious eyes on you as people passed by, their glances quick but noticeable. It wasn’t hard to see why—you weren’t from this world, and it showed in the way your hands fidgeted with the hem of your sweater.

The door creaked as you stepped inside. The space was modest but warm, with rows of wooden pews stretching toward a small stand at the front. Natural light poured through the windows, casting soft patterns on the carpeted floor. A few people murmured greetings to one another as they found their seats, but no one approached you.

And then, out of the corner of your eye, you noticed him.

He was sitting near the middle of the room, a few pews ahead of where you stood awkwardly by the door. His dark hair caught the sunlight, and his posture was casual, but there was something about him that held your attention. When he glanced up and met your gaze, your heart skipped a beat. His face was open and kind, with a faint smile that reached his pale blue eyes.

You smiled back—just a small, nervous gesture—and quickly looked away, heat rising to your cheeks.

Before you could think too much about it, you heard a familiar voice behind you. “Nora!”

You turned to see Brenda, her face lighting up as she waved. She was dressed simply, but her warm energy made her stand out in the room.

She pulled you into a quick hug. “I’m so glad you came!”

You smiled at her, feeling a bit more at ease now that you weren’t alone. “Well, you did promise free donuts,” you said, your voice light with a teasing edge.

Brenda laughed. “And I don’t make promises I can’t keep. Come on, let’s grab a seat.”

She led you toward the pews, choosing one near the back. The two of you settled in, and Brenda handed you a hymnbook from a small pocket in the pew ahead. “We’ll start with a hymn,” she whispered, “then some prayers and talks. It’s pretty straightforward.”

The service began with a soft hum of organ music, and the congregation rose to sing. The hymn was unfamiliar, but the melody was simple enough to follow. You glanced at the words in the book, trying to keep up. Around you, the voices of the congregation blended in a soft, harmonic swell, filling the room with an unexpected serenity.

As the song ended and everyone sat back down, a man from the congregation stood at the front and began to speak. His tone was calm and sincere, his words about faith and family woven with personal anecdotes.

You tried to focus, but your gaze wandered. When you glanced toward the middle pews, you caught sight of him again—the cute brunette from earlier. He was sitting with who you assumed was his family, but his attention wasn’t on the speaker.

It was on you.

Your eyes met, and his lips curved into that same gentle smile from earlier. There was something disarming about it, as though he wasn’t just smiling at you but inviting you into his world, even if only for a moment.

You felt a blush creep up your neck as you smiled back, quickly looking down at the hymnbook in your lap. Brenda leaned over, noticing your sudden shift in focus. “You okay?” she whispered.

“Yeah,” you said, your voice a little too quick. “Just… taking it all in.”

She smiled knowingly and turned her attention back to the speaker.

The rest of the service passed in a blur of prayers, talks, and hymns, but you couldn’t shake the memory of his eyes meeting yours, his quiet smile lingering in your mind long after the congregation rose for the final hymn.

The congregation dispersed slowly, people lingering in small groups to chat as they made their way toward the refreshment table. You hesitated at the edge of the crowd, eyeing the platter of donuts on the far end of the table. Brenda had been right—there were free donuts, but getting to them required maneuvering through a sea of unfamiliar faces.

You took a breath and made your way over, weaving through the clusters of people until you finally reached the table. Just as you reached for a powdered donut, a voice interrupted your thoughts.

“Hi.”

You turned, startled, and found yourself looking up into the same pale blue eyes from the service. Up close, the young man was even more striking—his dark hair slightly tousled, his features sharp yet softened by an easy smile.

“Hi,” you replied, your voice unintentionally quiet.

“I’m Samuel Lafferty,” he said, holding out a hand. “You can call me Sam, though. I saw you during the service. First time here, right?”

You nodded, shaking his hand briefly. “Yeah. I’m Nora.”

“Nora,” he repeated, like he was trying out the sound of your name. His smile deepened. “Nice to meet you.”

You felt a flicker of warmth at his sincerity. “Nice to meet you, too.”

Sam leaned casually against the table, his posture relaxed but attentive. “So, what brought you here? Just curious?”

“Something like that,” you said, glancing down at the donut in your hand. “I’m not really religious, but Brenda invited me. She said it might be… nice.”

He nodded, his expression thoughtful. “Brenda seems like the type to make anyone feel welcome.”

“She is,” you agreed. “She’s the reason I’m here instead of sleeping in.”

Sam chuckled, a soft, pleasant sound that made you smile despite yourself. “Well, I’m glad you came.”

Before you could respond, Brenda appeared beside you, her face lighting up as she returned from the bathroom. “Oh, hey, Sam!” she said, clearly recognizing him. “Did you introduce yourself to Nora?”

“I did,” Sam said, glancing at you with that same warm smile.

Brenda was about to say something else when another voice joined the conversation. “Brenda, right?”

You looked over to see another young man approaching—a bit taller than Sam, blond-haired, broad-shouldered, and undeniably handsome. His presence had an immediate effect on Brenda, who seemed to stand a little straighter as she met his gaze.

“Yes, that’s me,” she said, her voice taking on a slightly more vibrant tone.

“I’m Allen,” he said, his smile polite but unmistakably intrigued. “I don’t think we’ve met.”

They started talking, their conversation quickly becoming animated as they stepped slightly to the side, leaving you and Sam standing by the table.

Sam watched them for a moment before turning back to you. “Looks like they hit it off,” he said with a small laugh.

“Yeah,” you agreed, watching Brenda laugh at something Allen said. “She’s good at that.”

Sam tilted his head slightly, studying you. “What about you?”

“What about me?” You laughed softly, a little nervous by the question. You weren’t used to anyone asking, let alone seeming genuinely interested.

He smiled again, softer this time. “What do you do?”

“Oh,” you said, caught off guard by the question. “I volunteer at the thrift store down the street.”

“The one on Main?”

You nodded.

“I know the place,” he said, his tone genuinely interested. “My family’s donated a few things there over the years.”

“Small world,” you said, taking a bite of your donut to keep yourself from saying anything else awkward.

Sam didn’t seem to mind the pause. He just stood there, his presence calm and unhurried, like he had all the time in the world to talk to you. And for the first time in a long while, you felt a little less alone.

Sam’s father called his name from across the room, his deep voice cutting through the low hum of conversation. You glanced over to see a tall, stern-looking man with silver hair and an authoritative presence. His gaze shifted briefly to you, his expression unreadable but sharp enough to make you feel self-conscious.

Sam straightened, his easy smile faltering slightly. “That’s my dad,” he said with a small, apologetic shrug. “I should probably go.”

“Of course,” you said quickly, trying not to sound disappointed.

He hesitated for a moment, like he wanted to say more, but instead, he smiled again—a little softer this time. “It was nice meeting you, Nora. Maybe I’ll see you around.”

“Yeah,” you said, offering a small wave as he turned and walked away.

His father’s eyes lingered on you for a beat longer, his forced smile not quite reaching his eyes. You felt a chill under the weight of his gaze, but you managed a polite nod before turning your attention to the refreshment table.

A moment later, Allen rejoined the group near Sam’s father. Brenda returned to your side, her cheeks slightly flushed and her energy buzzing.

“Looks like someone’s enjoying herself,” you said, raising an eyebrow.

Brenda grinned, clearly unbothered by your teasing. “Is it that obvious?”

You smirked. “Just a little.”

She glanced back toward Allen, who was now deep in conversation with Sam’s father and another man. “I didn’t expect to meet someone like him here,” she admitted, her voice softer now. “He’s… different.”

“Different how?” you asked, genuinely curious.

“I don’t know yet,” she said, her smile taking on a more thoughtful edge. “But I want to find out.”

The two of you lingered for a while longer, chatting as the room slowly emptied out. When it was finally time to leave, Brenda walked with you to the parking lot, her enthusiasm about Allen carrying the conversation. You nodded along, but your thoughts kept drifting back to Sam—his warm smile, the way his eyes seemed to hold yours just a little longer than necessary.

That night, back at your small apartment, you couldn’t shake the curiosity gnawing at you. Brenda had lent you a copy of the Bible earlier, assuring you it was “a good place to start” if you wanted to learn more. You’d taken it mostly out of politeness, but now, you found yourself flipping through its thin, crinkled pages.

You skimmed passages, the unfamiliar language making your head spin, but a part of you felt compelled to keep reading. What was it about this world—about these people—that felt so different, yet so strangely intriguing?

As you set the Bible down on your nightstand, your mind wandered back to Sam. You could still see the softness in his smile, hear the gentle way he’d asked about you. It was a kindness you weren’t used to, and it left a warmth in your chest that you couldn’t quite explain.

You fell asleep wondering what the next Sunday might bring.

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emmy-dekarios-bg3 · 2 months ago

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Heart of the Weave ~ chapter 51

“My love? It’s bright and early, we need to hit the road.” Gale’s voice is soft in my ear as he gently shakes me, trying to wake me up. I stretch my body and open my eyes, my vision blurred as I struggle to get out of this comfortable bed. “Karlach and Wyll are downstairs. I’m about to get the baby up and fed.” I lift my body up, observing my surroundings as I try to accept it’s already morning. The sun is only starting to rise.

“Oof… Hi, good morning. That felt like the shortest sleep of my life.” I get up and put on my most comfortable clothes – a baggy white cloth shirt that touches my knees, some brown pants, and my brown sneakers – and head to the bathroom to brush my hair. As I stare at myself in the mirror, I realize that I definitely look like I need a few cups of coffee. I head back into Jenevelle’s room and begin packing her diaper bag, which I forgot to do last night.

“How many diapers should I pack? I don’t even know how long we’ll be gone,” I mutter sleepily as Gale sits in the rocking chair, feeding Jenevelle. “At least two bags worth?” He chuckles as he watches me, admiring my sleepy demeanor.

“I wouldn’t worry too much about that, my dear. We can buy more when we get to Baldur’s Gate. I just got her changed and fed, so I’m about ready to go. There are muffins baked downstairs for all of us to eat, and of course the bagels you prepared for us yesterday.” I stand here just staring at my darling husband, truly in awe he got so much done so early.

“You…are truly amazing and I do not deserve you.” He smiles at me wholeheartedly as I finish packing Jenevelle’s bag, then I turn to head downstairs, but he stops me in the process with his voice.

“Wait. I just wanted to let you know, I love you. You deserve the world. Please don’t ever think otherwise.” I look down, my cheeks flushing from his words, then continue making my way downstairs to hang out with Karlach and Wyll so I’m not leaving them there too long. Gale follows me downstairs, our sleepy baby curled up in his right arm.

“Good morning, Emmy. Ya sleepy goose. Are you ready for a morning filled with adventure and minimal chaos?! I hope?!” Karlach cheers, her energy giving me the buzz I need to keep going, even just a little bit. I need whatever she’s having. “I am trying desperately not to get my hopes up, but it’s a little hard. I haven’t thought about how I’ll feel if it does happen.” I smile as my friends greet me with enthusiasm and bright smiles on this perfect morning.

“I’m looking forward to a long adventure and what lies ahead for all of us. Our packs are full and ready!” I get the food baskets out from the cooler, and place them at the bottom of the stroller with our packs of clothes. “And remember, no matter what happens, I will make sure we find a way to make your dreams come true.” Gale chuckles and kisses the side of my head as he places the baby in the bassinet stroller. Karlach and Wyll’s faces light up, yet I can tell Karlach wants to say something about the situation. “What’s the matter?”

“Emmy, please do not feel like you need to go through all of this to help us. I promise, it wouldn’t be the end of the world if we don’t have a child. If this doesn’t work, I don’t want you to feel like you need to do more to help us.” I approach her and place my hands on her shoulders, a sleepy yet confident smile on my bare face as I stare into her vibrant orange eyes. She smiles back at me, nodding as she prepares for what I’m about to say.

“Karlach Ravengard, you are my best friend. I want to help.” She wraps me in an embrace, holding me close as the room around us stays silent, though I can tell the silence was filled with warm, lingering love from each other and our spouses. While it was quiet, it was also loud.

The outside air is refreshing, and smells of sweet lilacs and crisp autumn air. The leaves on the Waterdeep trees are a bright crimson and various shades of brown, immediately catching my attention – it’s my favorite season after all. The streets are empty, but it makes sense for being so early in the morning; the coffee shop seems to be the only occupied area. We stop by and all grab a cup for our journey ahead. Nothing like the fresh, natural scent of freshly brewed hot coffee to fulfill my senses. Jenevelle fell asleep almost immediately after we placed her in the stroller, and I admired her sleeping face as we make our way amongst the trails.

“Our sleepy baby,” Gale murmurs, smiling at her as we follow Karlach and Wyll.

“Say, when we get back to Baldur’s Gate, if you two wanted a date…” Karlach suggests, her tone implying she wants to babysit Jenevelle again. “Wyll and I can watch her while you two go out and have a nice dinner. That way you can have some alone time.”

“And possibly help with the baby fever,” Wyll adds, chuckling. “I speak for myself too.” I feel an overwhelming sense of joy and comfort knowing Jenevelle always has someone around that loves her. Then a tiny pinch of sadness comes in, hitting me with the realization that Karlach and Wyll won’t always be around, unless somehow they become immortal. Though, chances of that are extremely slim.

“Well, I don’t see why not. We always love having a night out,” Gale responds, placing his hand on top of my right one that’s pushing the stroller. “What do you say, my love?”

“You know I won’t say no. How could I not?”

After a few hours, we set up our little area to stop and eat, change Jenevelle, and use the bathroom. We tried to eat as quickly as possible so we could get back on the road and hopefully make it to Baldur’s Gate by morning. All I have to say is that I’m glad we don’t have to deal with the horrors we encountered in the past, between facing death from horrid creatures and occasionally struggling to find food because we had no idea where we were. With the Absolute gone, traveling has been peaceful and we don’t have to worry as much anymore.

After several more hours of walking, we find ourselves close to Moonrise Towers again, and I feel extremely uneasy. Between seeing so many tieflings' lives lost, and then having to kill Gortash a second time but this time after finding out he was my father… I will never feel comfortable in this area, especially after recent events. I turn around to look at the tower where I had slain my father for the last time, noticing his body is no longer there. What happened to it, I wonder? Not even a trace of him lies there. My eyes widen as I feel more discomfort wash through my body like a tidal wave.

“Honey? Are you alright?” Gale must notice a look of terror on my face as we set up camp. Karlach and Wyll look at one another, then back at me; but then it hits them. “Oh, my love. I’m sorry.”

“No, no. It’s alright. Just so many bad memories here. I’m alright though.” I pick up Jenevelle and sit down on the large log by the fireplace, feeding her as Gale cooks tonight’s dinner above the campfire. Karlach sits down next to me and wraps her arm around my shoulders.

“Hey. I know this place brings bad memories, but just think: we saved so many lives. Prevented so many from being lost. And, hey! We’re best friends traveling together again, and this time, enjoying every second of it. I love you, Em. It will be okay.” Karlach’s words bring a warm smile to my face and, when glancing over at Gale, I notice him smiling too.

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #gale x tav #ao3 #wizard of waterdeep #archive of our own

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stay-mon-army · 1 year ago

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Love After Lock-Up

Warnings: reader went to prison, family disappointment/not accepting, implied violence

Word Count: 2,356 words

Pairing: Jinyoung (Got7) x gn!reader

Requested?: yes, by @crzy-devil - I hope this isn’t horrible, I’m so sorry it took me so long to complete. I’m also sorry I went off the grid for like months 😭

Dear Jinyoung,

Life in prison is surprisingly dull! I have so much spare time to just think. I spend most of my time thinking about you and all our times together before I got into this stupid mess. I can’t tell you how sorry I am that I can’t be with you now. I hope things are going good for you at home and you aren’t missing me too much. I’m going to be released soon, and I can’t wait to be home with you. Do you think you could pick me up? I want your face to be the first I see when I’m finally free to be with you again. Maybe we can go to a cafe and just talk. You can tell me all about what I missed while I was away. I miss hearing your voice and holding your hand. I mostly just miss being near you. I’ll see you soon, my love! Wait for me, I swear it’ll all be worth it soon.

Love,

Y/N

On the day of your release from prison, you couldn’t wait to see Jinyoung. He had written you back and promised that he would be there to pick you up. You collected your belongings from the guard at the front desk and make your way to the exit before you.

It’s an overcast day; the sun is hidden behind rolling clouds, but thankfully it isn’t raining. As you step out into the crisp fall day, you spot a black car, and leaning against it, the love of your life. You face breaks into a smile and you see his face mirror yours as he pushes away from the hood of his car. For a second, you can’t move. It had been months since you had seen him, and it felt like a dream to finally see him here, in person, smiling at you and waiting for you like some prince. You hardly deserved him.

You broke out of your frozen state as he steps closer to you. You throw yourself into his arms, holding onto him as he buries his head into your neck. He squeezes you close to him, and you feel him breathe deeply against your neck, trying not to cry. You both had missed each other so much, it was hard not to tear up as you’re finally able to hold each other again and feel each others love like this.

After a moment, you pull away, moving your hands from around his waist up to cup his face. You take a moment just looking over his face as he gazes down at you, his eyes wet and shining but full of love. Finally, you pull him down to place your lips against his gently, slowly, enjoying the feeling of his skin against yours again after so long. His lips are gentle against yours as well, not pushing or pressuring but slowly exploring yours, matching your pace. It feels new and fresh, but also so comforting and safe, like coming home after a long, uncomfortable work day.

Finally, you let go of each other and he steps back to open the car door for you. You slide into the seat, placing your small bag of personal items between your feet as he closes the door and rounds the car to get into the drivers seat. He slides into his seat, clicking his seatbelt into place and starting the car smoothly. You missed the gentle ease he had with all his movements, like everything came naturally to him. His smooth movements, his gentle air, his ability to simultaneously fill a room and quiet the edges of a growing tension— all of him was so unlike everything that you were. Everything was so effortless to him and your love for him was only made sharper as he seemed to cleanly sweep away all your dirty secrets, round out your abrasive edges, dulled any growing fires of rage — he truly made you a better person by simply loving you.

He turns to flash you a smile, one hand gripping the wheel as he drives, the other reaching over to rest upon your thigh. You didn’t even realize he had started driving but you look out the window now and see the scenery change as he takes you away from that horrible place.

“What are you thinking about?” God, you had missed his voice. You nearly melt in your seat, those months of fear and stress and discomfort washing away with just the timbre of his voice.

“How much I missed you.” You answer honestly, letting your hand drift to run gentle circles and twirls around the skin of his hand and arm that’s reaching across the center console to touch you. You glance over at his side profile as he drives; his sharp jawline, the line of his nose, the prominence of his lips. Now that you’ve got him back, you’ve decided to commit him to memory. You had no intentions of ever leaving him again, but today, you would drink in as much of him as you could to make up for all that lost time. “Where are we going?”

“You said we should go to a cafe and catch up, so I’m taking you to Belle Fleur.” He smiles, his eyes crinkling up as he hears your soft gasp.

“Where we had our first date. Jinyoung, you’re too sweet.” You tear up again, which you’re sure you’ll do a million times throughout the day. No doubt being with him again was going to have you emotional. Lord knows you had cried plenty while you were in jail because of how much you missed him.

He doesn’t respond, just flipping his hand over to hold yours as he smiles out the windshield as he drives. He never had to say much of anything for you to feel the love he had for you.

You drive in relative silence for a while, the only sound being the gentle music floating from the radio. You enjoy the silence; you didn’t get a lot of quiet time in prison, with so many other people crammed into such a small place with little privacy.

Finally, Jinyoung pulls into the parking lot of the sweet little cafe and he lets you go just long enough for you both to hop out of the car. He opens the door to the cafe for you and guides you up to the counter with a hand resting on the small of your back, protective and possessive, just what you loved about him. He wasn’t overly possessive by any means, but the small signs to show off that you belonged with each other made your stomach erupt into butterflies.

He ordered for you at the counter, memorizing your favorite order even after so long not hearing it. You try to hide your smile, a feeling of exaltation you’ve never felt before spreading through you.

He takes both of your orders and you lead the way over to a small table in the corner by the windows. You like getting to people watch— you used to spend hours with a good drink and some snacks, just watching people going about their normal days through the windows of a cafe, feeling small and yet complete.

Jinyoung sits before you, a smile on his face as he pushes your drink your way, takes his own, and settles the baked goods you had picked out between you on the table. You watch his movements quietly, just drinking in his existence for another moment. Finally he stops, turning his eyes back to you as he cups his hands around his coffee.

“So,” you say, settling back into your seat and bringing your drink up to your lips for a sip. “Tell me everything I missed.”

~~~

You spent hours at that table with Jinyoung, catching up on all the little things you both experienced over the last few months. You were surprised by how normal life continued to be for you both— that despite the weird place you had found yourself in, both of you were still alive and healthy and back together, and nothing bad had happened to either of you.

Finally, the store began to close and it was time for you both to leave. You didn’t have a place of your own anymore, so you had to find someplace to stay. However, before you could panic, Jinyoung offered to let you stay with him and his family for a little while, until you found a job and your own place. You had been talking about moving in together before everything had gone wrong anyway, so you didn’t think it would be weird or difficult. You loved each other; it was only natural that you would want to spend your time together.

You hadn’t taken into account, however, that Jinyoung lived with his family, who might have different thoughts on everything than you two.

When you finally got back to Jinyoung’s house, you were ready to collapse into bed and rest for hours. The rush of getting ready to see Jinyoung again and the adrenaline of finally being out in the real world again had worn off and you could feel your body growing sluggish and lazy.

However, as you entered the house, you could tell instantly it wasn’t going to be that easy.

You could hear the TV running in the living room as you and Jinyoung took off your shoes and slid into the slippers in the hallway. He places a hand on your back as you both enter the house, as though he also senses the way the air feels charged as you both pass into view of his family. His mother reaches for the remote, slowly raising it to mute the tv before them before sinking back into the couch, her face blank of any emotions.

Jinyoung leads you into the living room, his hand both a comfort and a guiding hand into the lions den.

“Mom, dad, you remember (Y/N). They’re going to be staying with us for a little while, until they can get back on their feet.” His tone is kind yet firm, meant to show respect to his parents but that he wouldn’t be taking criticism about the situation. You swallow, folding your hands before you in the hopes to look respectful as well. The last thing you need is to look like some heathen come to impose and make a mess of their lives. You just wanted to fix everything.

His father stands, back straight as a rod as he looks first over you, then his son.

“I will not let some miscreant live in my house. I can excuse your absolutely idiotic feelings for this felon, but I refuse to allow them to live under my roof.” His voice is void of emotions, nearly calm. And yet you don’t miss the slight shake in his hands, like he’s trying so hard not to throw something.

“Father-”

“No.” His mother cuts in now, also standing. “You will listen to your father. If you wish to waste your life chasing after someone who wishes to ruin both of your lives, that is your right, but you will not bring some heathen into our household without our permission. If your father says they cannot stay, then they cannot stay. That is final.”

“Then I will be leaving.” Jinyoung doesn’t bat an eye, but you do. You turn to him quickly, placing a hand to his chest, whispering his name quietly. He doesn’t look at you, however. He simply stands there, staring into his fathers eyes. “If you refuse to allow me to help (Y/N) in this household, then I’m moving out. I’ll get us an apartment somewhere. But know that I will not be leaving (Y/N) alone. They went to jail for me.”

“Jinyoung, stop.”

You don’t glance between him and his parents, seeing the way his mother straightens behind his father, whose eyes have darkened. You push gently on his chest, hoping to back him away from the situation. You will leave, you can figure something else out, he doesn’t have to ruin his relationship with his family.

“No, (Y/N), it’s time that they learn the truth. (Y/N) was arrested because they were defending me. The people they supposedly assaulted? They were harassing me, and when (Y/N) stepped in to get them to leave us alone, things escalated and (Y/N) did what they needed to keep us safe. The courts wouldn’t listen, but that doesn’t make them any worse of a person. They did what I couldn’t do.” He looks down at you, meeting your eyes for the first time since entering the house. “They saved me.”

You throw your arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug. Neither of you had talked about what went down that day. Neither of you wanted to think about the horrible things that happened, and the even worse things that could’ve happened if you hadn’t reacted so quickly.

His parents don’t move, don’t make a sound as you begin to cry into Jinyoung’s shoulder. That he would defend you now, after all this time defending him, broke your heart to pieces. He pulls you back to look into your eyes once again.

“I love you, (Y/N), and I won’t let anyone keep me away from you for another moment.” And with that he kissed you, in front of his parents, as though he wasn’t baring his very soul to you and them. As though this didn’t mean the world to you. As though he didn’t risk throwing away his relationship with his family for you.

“They can stay.” You almost don’t believe your ears, and by the time you turn around to face them, both of his parents have turned and are heading back towards their room.

You turn back to Jinyoung, your face softening as you see the grin splitting his face as though you had agreed to marry him.

“The truth will set you free. And now, you’re all mine.” He whispers, leaning in for one more kiss.

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