#just flopping around in Gil's bed

[softquietsteadylove]

For the Mermaid au: could you do one where they are cuddling and kissing and being soft. pretty please

Thena's eyes fluttered, feeling lips on her skin. And that could only mean one thing; she smiled, her fangs poking her bottom lip as Gil peppered kisses around her cheeks. She purred gently, feeling like she had gone into a hibernation she was so sated.

Gil's kisses moved from her cheeks to her jaw to down to her neck.

Her eyes split open as his tongue traced over her gills.

"Thena!" he laughed as she flailed, trying to sit up in the bed only to realise her tail wasn't split, instead hanging off the end of the bed with her fins completely out. "Hey, it's okay!"

Thena leaned on her elbows, still feeling caught off-guard and maybe a little embarrassed for falling asleep and apparently letting go of herself completely. She blushed as Gil gave her a particularly amused smile beside her, "morning."

Gil leaned down, kissing her lips more properly this time. He pulled her into his lap, helping her situate her tail under the ruffled blankets. "Morning."

Thena clung to the bed sheet, her tail wiggling just at the tip. "I, um, we-"

Gil kissed her again, which she had no complaints about, surely. He was more affectionate than usual this morning. "Do you feel okay?"

After they had finally completed the act of mating, he meant. Thena nodded, the warmth in her cheeks not dimming any. She did feel a little embarrassed - mostly about the tail thing - but mostly it seemed her body insisted on running at a higher temperature in its elation.

"Good," Gil remarked lightly, looking her over for signs of a truer answer she might not have the words for at the moment. His finger tapped against her shoulder before tracing down her back to the small dorsal spines at the base of her back around her scales.

Thena shivered slightly.

"Does anything hurt?"

"Why would it hurt?" she was asking genuinely. Were human females not meant to mate under certain circumstances?

Gil kissed her cheek, still running his hands over her lightly. "Sometimes it can hurt a little the first time you do something new and...strenuous. But I guess you wouldn't have to worry about that as much."

Thena nodded again, still trying to wrap her head around it all. She looked down at her tail, still sticking out of the blanket and practically laughing at her lack of energy.

"Thena?"

She tucked her head under his chin, although with him looking down at her the space was tight. She wiggled for him to let her in. She lifted her tail, taking up most of the bed and rustling his bed sheets, "sorry."

"About what?" he laughed faintly, telling her that he knew what she was apologising for--the question was rhetorical. "I don't mind."

Thena made an unhappier sound in the back of her throat. After mastering the art of splitting her tail at a moment's notice, she hadn't anticipated losing control of it like this.

Gil moved one of his hands and ran it down the cool of her scales, pale and shimmering as a pearl. "It's a beautiful tail."

Thena's face burned hotter than she had experienced before.

"Have I never told you that?" he was asking genuinely, clueless to how weighty a statement saying something like that was.

Thena squirmed as he kissed the tip of her ear, which also felt flushed with heat. "I--y-you-!"

He held her shoulders, settling his chin on the top of her head again, "are you hungry?"

She was famished. She felt like she had swam the globe last night.

Gil took her silence as a yes, kissing her cheek again, although she did not want him to know how flushed she was for some reason. He leaned away from her slowly, helping her lean on his bunched up pillows without the support of her knees or a butt to sit on. "Here."

Thena clung to his pillow as he laid the t-shirt of his she had been wearing last night over her 'lap'. She eyed it, and then watched as he sought clothes of his own. Eventually she had to avert her eyes from the sight of him...swinging.

It felt very different to see that part of him after having come to know what it was capable of.

Gil came back over to her, kissing her hair, "take your time, Angelfish. Just come downstairs when you're ready, okay?"

She nodded, promising that she would indeed emerge from his room. He left, whistling as he went downstairs to the kitchen. It seemed he was in as elated a mood as she.

She pressed her smile to his pillow, absorbing the scent of him.

Her tail moved faintly in response to the pleasant stimulus.

Thena huffed at herself. She laid against Gil's side of the bed, focusing her energy on her blood flow. Slowly but surely, her scales pulled back and she split her tail into two separate bone structures. It had never taken effort like this before. She truly was depleted of energy.

She had to wonder if this was normal after the act of mating. Makkari and Sersi had both been so reluctant to tell her about it, in completely different ways for completely different reasons. She did manage to slip out of bed and pull his shirt on again. Her knees felt a little loose.

She managed to get down the stairs without incident. She poked her head into the kitchen, where Gil was stirring a pot with bonito and kombu in it (two of her favourites). He wasn't wearing a shirt, just those soft pants that were even softer on the inside.

He looked handsome.

Thena came into the kitchen with her hands clasped behind her. Perhaps she could understand why mating was such an affair in a person's life, whether human or mer. She felt...different.

Gil reached out for her, pulling into another kiss. Perhaps he too felt different. "Hey."

"Hey," she greeted back needlessly, giggling a little between their kisses and their closeness.

He pressed his lips to her temple and then hovered there, "last night was great."

She felt that was an understatement, but agreed. She put her hand to his chest, determined to ask, "are there post-mating rituals I should know of?--for humans?"

"Hm," he smiled, seeming determined to look at her and not the food he was cooking, "this kind of is one."

Thena tilted her head one way and then the other, "you cook breakfast everyday."

"Yeah but," he chuckled, pulling her against his chest again. Apparently mating turned him even more cuddly than usual (agreeable). "Breakfast after...mating--w-well, it can be different."

"Hm," Thena agreed quietly. She went to retrieve their little miso soup bowls, Gil's hand trailing against hers. He was truly loath to part with her, and she understood the feeling.

"Do you feel..." he looked at her, some of his usual anxiety surfacing under his giddiness, "different?"

Thena beamed, showing off her fangs. So sweet, her human man. She went back over to him, throwing her arms around his neck to kiss him. "Wonderfully so."

[calyxthenerd]

we’re still young, we don’t know where we’re going, but we know where we belong

“Jay, if the captain finds out I brought you here, she’ll have me hooked!” Gil whisper yelled

“I guess we just have to be quiet then” the boy smirked, looking around Uma’s quarters on her ship, before flopping down on her hammock “come on, Gilly boy, cuddle me” he asked, opening his arms, to which the other boy complied

“You and your shiny eyes” he grumbled, nuzzling into the other’s hold

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“Gil, be quiet, I think the fairy godmother is passing through” Jay muttered, as they heard footsteps in the hallway of the supply closet they were currently hiding in

“How do you know it’s her?” his boyfriend asked

“I memorize the pattern of the footsteps of everyone I know, don’t you?”

“No, I never even thought about doing that, you’re so smart, Jay!” He beamed, and it was like the sun shining directly in Jay’s face, he couldn’t resist kissing him, which was readily reciprocated

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“So you agree that they’re totally dating and trying to keep it from us, right?” Uma asked Mal, while looking at where her crew member was chatting with the former thief, to the untrained eye, the exchange seemed totally platonic, but they knew their boys, their thighs were touching and they seemed at ease, something rare amongst the villain kids

Mal then looked around at the rest of the group, Harry and Evie were doing each other’s nails, Carlos was petting Dude and pestering Harry about eyeliner, she smiled at the rare tranquility of the scene, turning to the other girl “so, what do you propose we do?”

“I say we host an intervention, after all, no one should lie to their captain or their… whatever you guys call each other” Uma replied, a glint in her eyes, promising mischief

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“So, Killer, what’d you call me here fo- Captain calamari? Gil? Edward scissor hands?” Jay frowned at the presence of people who weren’t part of their group in Mal’s room, before sitting on Evie’s bed, between her and Carlos, who squished him between them, a silent reassurance that was common between them

“Okay, so, the reason we’re all her, it’s because-“ Mal started, turning to Uma

“We’re hosting an intervention, since we noticed members of both our groups have been lying to us” Uma continued

“So, Jay, Gil, anything you like to say?” Mal asked, looking between the two of them

“We’re sorry, we just wanted to make sure it was steady before telling everyone!” Gil blurted out

“Dude!” Jay protested, making Dude growl at him “not the time, Dude” he shoved the dog away

“I’m sorry, you know I’m bad at lying, specially to the captain!” he responded, from where Harry was hugging his shoulders, trying to comfort him

“It’s alright, Gilly, I’m sorry for blowing up like that” he looked down, ashamed

“Okay, enough of this, how about we go raid the Fairy Godmother’s licor storage she doesn’t want us to know about, to celebrate?” Evie, ever the diplomat, interrupts, making everyone holler and hit the nearest surface in agreement, and that is just what they do, getting wasted and celebrating love

[devilishdemise]

DevilishDemise And FieryInnocence - September 18th, 2012

Anna Belle: Yes, I know. #Donald, please.

[Sighing into the phone, I uncross and cross my legs. I've been on the phone with him for - glances down at my phone - thirty-three minutes. "I don't believe you, Annebelle! I sent you down for the story and you have nothing? Nothing?!" I hold the phone away from my ear. The park I chose to sit at and rest for a bit is empty and I'm glad. When the long-winded #Donald decides to pause so I can speak, I take the chance.]

#Donald, no one knows anything. Why would I lie about that? I've looked and no one knows anything. Heck, even Gil, the owner of practically the only bar around hasn't even heard of Marcos.

[Blowing out a silent breath, I wait for him to go on again. Resting my arm over my thigh when I lean forward, I look down at my fingers and for some reason @DevilishDemise comes to mind. I've been so busy today, I rarely had a chance to think about breathing, but he stayed on my mind. "What about the other places? Restaurants, clubs, gas stations? You've checked them off? Even the newer one - Sin... Sin something?" Frowning, I shook my head even though #Donald couldn't see me. I'd heard of the club but for various personal reasons, I'd avoided it]

No. But I've talked to people who go there as often as possible and no one knows...

[Trailing off when #Donald interrupts, his voice becoming more of a growl. "Fine! Pack your shit and be home by Thursday!" With that, he hung up on me. My eyes fell to the tiny notepad in my hands. I'd talked to about ten people and they all mentioned no recollection of anyone by that name. In a place like this, it shouldn't be hard to realize that perhaps he'd never even been here. But people from his hometown swear up and down this is exactly where he was headed. Chewing on the inside of my lip, I go over the notes I'd made. Nothing. And nothing means one thing for a journalist: head home to find a new story.]

 Darius: -I rub over my forehead, the pressure and visions coming in whenever I linked up with @FieryInnocence. I'd been following her most of the afternoon, always out of sight while @FieryInnocence conducted her interviews. She was having trouble with her leads and I was both pleased that my mind sweep was successful, and saddened that @FieryInnocence's time in Trinity would end soon.

I dematerialize back to my personal space at the warehouse, reforming near the bar and moving to grab a drink before trying to get my thoughts to calm. My head pounding and my body feeling weak from keeping my darkness from overtaking me each time he sensed @FieryInnocence-

Anna Belle: [Unwrapping my last Kiss for the day, I couldn't help the sigh that slipped between my lips when I popped the little piece of heaven in my mouth. Thursday. I'll be leaving Thursday and here it is, closer to Wednesday than I like. I've not heard from @DevilishDemise and all I can think is he grew bored of me or found out about me.. somehow.

Frowning at the thought, I kick the pile of panties and pajamas onto the floor. I know I have to go but part of me doesn't want to leave @DevilishDemise and whatever it is we are becoming, If we are becoming anything. Sighing again I flop back on the bed, almost growling, my body itching to just flail around. One day without @DevilishDemise and I'm acting like this? Something is terribly wrong with me.]

Maybe it's best I do go home

Darius: -I sit in a leather arm chair, a tumbler of Goose in one hand as the news plays across the screen. I'd been ignoring whatever was showing while I tried to ease my thoughts.

I flick my gaze up when I hear the report of an increase of missing and some bodies being discovered seemingly from an overdose. I groan internally thinking this couldn't be good. What the hell was going on in Trinity? I drop my head on the back of my seat and my thoughts turn back to @FieryInnocence, this might actually buy me some more time with her. I blow out a short breath thinking I'd stop by for another visit to @FieryInnocence's hotel tonight- 

Anna Belle: [Sitting back up in bed, finding it absolutely difficult to get comfortable, my mind going over too many things at once. I can't even begin to think about how things will be when I get back to Savannah. #Donald is sure to ride my bottom when I go back with nothing.

Frowning even deeper, I fall face forward on the bed, groaning. The idea of his ranting really has me dreading it. Maybe I could go on personal leave and visit Paris? Or maybe wipe out my savings by shopping on Rodeo Drive? Gah. Whimpering, I hit the bed.]

Help me!

Darius: -I toss back the tumbler, leaving the ice sitting in the glass bottom before summoning up the energy to fade off to @FieryInnocence's location. I reform just inside @FieryInnocence's door, dark eyes watching her with amusement when her muffled cry for help comes to my ears-

Did you need rescuing, Darling?

-I cross my muscled arms over my chest chuckling when I see you startle-

Anna Belle: [Jumps up quickly, swallowing back a scream.]

You can't do that to me, @DevilishDemise!

[Huffs and sinks back down onto the bed, shaking my head, my eyes darting around the room so I don't look at you, possibly showing you the worry filling my eyes.]

No rescuing needed, @DevilishDemise.

[Forces a smile.]

Darius: -I sit back on my heels leaning against a wall with an arch of my brows-

Are you sure about that? What has you so flustered?

Anna Belle: Um.

[Shakes my head again, not knowing how to tell you I'm leaving earlier than planned.]

Just being dramatic, @DevilishDemise.

Darius: -I narrowed my eyes, my vision flickering as I hear your thoughts-

And what has caused this dramatic episode?

Anna Belle: [Glances around the room, still unable to meet your gaze, my eyes landing on the Hershey bag.]

Kisses. I ate my last kiss, @DevilishDemise.

Darius: Kisses?

-A slow smirk crosses my lips-

Are you positive that is the only reason?

Anna Belle: [Nods slowly, a shaky hand picking at the hem of my shirt.]

I'm positive, @DevilishDemise.

Darius: -I tsk softly, reaching into my pocket to pull my cig case free, cracking it to pluck a smoke and lift to my firm lips-

Must you continue to fib, Darling?

-I shake my head, cupping the end of the smoke as I snap my fingers to summon a dark flame to light the end, I shake the fire away as I keep my gaze on yours-

I hope you don't mind.

Anna Belle: [Crinkles my nose up a bit.]

I'd rather you didn't, but I'm used to it.

[Glances up at you, mouth falling open when I see exactly where the flame came from.]

What... how?

[Gives up with a sigh, and shakes my head, dropping my gaze.]

I'm not fibbing.

[Smiles small.]

Darius: I shook with silent laughter pulling the smoke free to blow out a slow cloud-

Mhm...I find that hard to believe. You know you have this cute dimple that peeks out when you fib. It's quite adorable I must say, but easy to read.

-I wink down at you twisting the truth a bit to cease some of your curiosity, hoping you wouldn't grow wise to my gift. I allow my eyes to roam over your small form, your hair slightly disheveled and your silky long legs peeks out from below your night shirt. I groan deeply at the sight, taking another inhale of my smoke before stubbing it out nearby out of courtesy-

Anna Belle: A dimple?

[Rubs a hand over my cheek, shaking my head.]

Now you're fibbing.

[Laughs, a blush forming on my face and neck when I feel your eyes on me and hear your throaty groan.]

But thank you for thinking I'm adorable.

[Grins, peeking up at you from beneath my lashes, tucking my legs under me.] 

Darius: -I licked over my lips slowly watching as your legs were hidden from my gaze, I flick my eyes up to yours with a devilish smirk.-

You're very welcome. So I was thinking we could get together for dinner again before you leave for home on Thursday. What do you think?

-I walk over to drop into a nearby seat, elbows resting on my knees as I leaned forward-

Anna Belle: [My eyes flash to yours, every word gone from my mind. Leaving nothing for me to do but stare at you, trying to figure out how you could have possibly known.]

Darius: -My lips curve into a grin, knowing you'd have no choice but to come clean should you be leaving soon-

Anna?

Anna Belle: [Opens and closes my mouth, dropping my head forward, nodding slowly, whispers.]

Yes, I'm leaving earlier than planned.

Darius: -I sigh out slowly at your dismayed look-

When are you planning on leaving?

-I wring my hands feeling a soft gnawing start up low in my gut, every instinct in me was calling for me to claim a taste of your body before you ran off to wherever it was you came from before entering Trinity.-

 Anna Belle: [Remembering #Donald's yelling, I lift a shoulder in a halfhearted shrug.]

Thursday morning. I have to pack tomorrow.

[Pinches the inside of my lip between my teeth, frowning at your sudden quietness.]

It was nice, you know? The time I did get to spend with you; the stranger from Redneckville.

[Forces a small smile.]

Darius: -I close my eyes trying to remain calm feeling the gnawing grow-

Yes, it was...I'm happy our paths crossed and your boss sent you on this assignment.

-Cracks my lids tilting my head before moving to sit beside you on the bed-

Will you return for a visit some time? Or will I have to hunt you down, Darling?

-I lift a hand to delicate swipe a loose strand of your golden hair away from the beauty of your face glowing in the dark of the room-

I'd like to hope your leaving isn't goodbye.

Anna Belle: [Leans into your tender touch, unable to meet your gaze, feeling the familiar prick behind my eyes.]

I-I'll try..

Darius: -I sigh out through my nose giving a shake of my head as I tuck the strand behind your ear-

Trying isn't good enough.

-I lean in to gently take your lips with mine, molding them into yours and sliding my palm up to cradle your cheek when I part my lips along with yours when you gasped to deepen it. My chest rumbles with a groan at the taste of your tongue, my magic creeping up to the surface slowly-

Anna Belle: [My eyes fall shut, the surprise of your bold kiss earning a gasp which only leads to you tease your tongue over mine. My hands move into your hair, tugging its ends as my body presses against yours. The pounding of my heart and whirling of my mind and soul almost too much to bear.

But I can't stop. Everything within me is screaming that this is right. That you are what I was meant to wait for. A soft moan forms and spills out against your lips, my nails scratching lightly over your scalp.]

I-I can't promise..

Darius: -I growled against your lips, your nails scratching causing a shiver to run down my body. I gritted out slowly-

You will promise.

-I bite down at your lower lip, tugging it as my palms roamed down the sides of your neck, over your collar bone and down to graze barely over the side of your breast. I hear your heart beat speed up and shift forward to press you back to lower slowly to the bed beneath us.

I hover over you, my breathing coming in short pants as I gaze down into your twinkling blue-greens.-

Anna Belle: [My body arches into your almost instinctively, like it's done it a million times over. Sliding my fingers down along your jaw, my eyes fixed to yours.]

I...

[Closing my eyes, I don't know if I can promise. All I know is that I don't want to go, don't want to leave you. My foot traces over your calf, moving to curl behind your leg, lips brushing over yours.]

I.. promise.

[Slowly opens my eyes, my thumb moving beneath your eye.] 

Darius: -I rest my forehead against yours, breath fanning over yours as I nodded hearing every one of your thoughts almost as my own-

Good.

-I surge into your body, hard against soft, another throaty groan leaving me at the feel of your warmth under me and wrap a strong arm beneath your waist, rolling us to allow your body half atop of mine. I turn my face to cup my hand over yours and press a soft kiss in the center of your palm-

You should try to rest, Darling. It is late.

Anna Belle: [Nods slowly, looking up at you, wishing this would never end but knowing it will. As soon as I get on that plane, you'll never be able to find me, especially since you know nothing of me. Tangles my leg between yours, yawning softly against your chest, letting my eyes fall closed.]

I just...

[Squeezes your hand, nodding off, mumbling.]

wish…

Darius: -I close my lids, settling with you in my arms and smiling as your sleepy mumbled words before I drifted off with a content hum in my chest-

[descendantofthesparrow]

Together Again - Harry Hook x Clayton!Reader - Oneshot.

I need to work on my commissions but I was watching d2 and just can't help myself! So! D2 oneshot, (y/n) was invited to Auradon with the c4 with their twin! Harry n reader are pretty much already dating before d1. Gender natural reader! no she/her or he/him pronouns used, outfits provided are just suggestions :3

*Suggested sex! no detail but you’re gonna look at the paragraph and go ‘oh yeah they had sex’. jus a lil warning*

outfit options, take ur pick i designed both to be pretty gender neutral. 

=

You stared out across the ocean to the isle, where you had left him behind…not willingly, but…with the others choosing good, and little to no chance of more vks coming over to Auradon any time soon…you were forced to leave him behind.

“(y/n)?” you turned slightly, your twin brother, Corbin; was walking up next to you, plopping down beside you on the sand. “still thinking about him?”

“How could I not?” you mumbled curling in on yourself, pressing your mouth to your arms. Eyes still locked onto the isle, particularly the area where the docks would be. Where he would be.

Corbin sighed, pulling you into his side “there's still a chance Ben could invite more kids over, maybe you could ask him to invite Harry next?” you hummed, tilting your head a bit. It had been six months since you had been told by your dad about your transfer to Auradon Prep.

“I dunno” you muttered, standing and wiping down your pants. “come on, it's getting dark” Corbin hummed, glancing across the sea again, seeing the isle lights starting to emerge. He nodded and stood, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and leading you back up the path to the Auradon prep dorms.

-

Two nights later, you awoke to the sound of rapid knocking. You grumbled and slipped out of bed; Corbin still dead asleep as he always was. You opened the door and saw Jay and Carlos standing before you, both with wide eyes and hurried motions.

Carlos continually looked side to side, as if he was afraid someone was listening in, and Jay was clenching his hands “Mal ran off to the isle, we might need an extra hand” Jay said quietly, not wanting to wake your brother. Between the two of you, you were the better fighter and shot, able to shoot down crows from the air 200 feet below while they were moving.

You blinked for a moment, then realized, they were going to the isle; you could go see Harry. “let me get dressed’ you muttered, Carlos stopping the door from closing with his foot.

“we’ll be out back in the courtyard, in fifteen minutes” you nodded, the boys running off to get Ben ready as you grabbed your old isle clothes and quickly got dressed.

You patted Corbin's head, and he snorted awake, looking up at you with bleary eyes. “wha-?” he drowsily asked, furrowing his brows as you nodded towards the door.

“Heading out for a while, to the isle with the others. I’ll be back” h nodded, still mostly asleep but he flopped onto his pillow and quickly fell back asleep as you walked out the door.

You paused, backtracking for a moment and grabbing your collapsible sniper rifle (think the rifle Caitlyn uses in arcane), hooking the sheath up to your back, sliding the rifle in place, and running back out the door.

You had a pirate to reunite with.

-

You stared bored up at the apartment Mal had shut herself into, you had never really cared for the fae girl, she had always been a bitch towards you. her months in Auradon hadn't changed that; probably because you were never a part of her little group, instead connecting with Harry Hook and Uma; Mal’s arch enemy on the isle.

You dropped your gaze towards your boots, wondering if Gil would mention you to Harry. You perked up as you noticed shadows walking back and forth down the alleyway, one wearing a very familiar silhouetted tailcoat.

You glanced at the others, all distracted by their worry and stress over Mal and Ben, and walked off towards the shadows, one hand ready to grab your rifle in case it wasn’t who you thought.

You stepped into the barley illuminated alleyway and smiled, locking yes with those striking ocean blue ones. “hi” you whispered out, and Harry bolted forward and slammed into you, his arms curling around your waist as your arms tossed around his neck.

“Mah beloved,” Harry whispered out, his voice hoarse. You sniffed, treading your fingers through his hair. “I missed yeh” the other pirates backed away slightly, giving the two of you a more private moment.

“I missed you too. im sorry, I meant to come back, I wanted to get all of you. But I was stuck” you muttered into Harry’s shoulder, feeling him pick his head up and press soft kisses to the side of your head. “you don’t hate me?”

“How could I ever hate yeh, I know yeh would never betray any of us,” Harry said softly, pulling back and cupping your cheeks, smiling. “Uma too, we know yeh (y/n), yeh would never truly side with the dragon bitch” you laughed, shaking your head slightly as you pulled Harry back into a hug.

“Thank Hades” you mumbled, closing your eyes as Harry’s warmth seeped into you. “fuck I missed you” Harry chuckled lowly, wrapping himself around you, cheek pressed into your head.

Suddenly Gil stepped up and tapped Harry’s shoulder, nodding down to the alleyway where the apartment was, where…Ben was making his way down the alley, his head down. “this fucking idiot” you muttered, separating from Harry and preparing to go around the other way to make it seem like you weren’t a part of their plan. If anything just to make it go smoother for them “do what you need to do, I’ll see you later” Harry kissed your hand quickly as you turned to run off down another alley.

You heard Ben get grabbed and you turned the corner to head back to the apartment, pausing as you heard the others call for Ben, and you. Harry then walked up, and you could hear the grin in his voice. He then told them of his kidnapping of Ben, sounded confused when they asked about you (he was always a good actor), and then said Uma wanted Mal at the chip shop to discuss the deal to get Ben back.

He walked off with a smile and whistling, as Carlos started to call out for you. And at that you stepped around the corner, looking confused “uhhh, what happened?”

“Harry took Ben” Evie supplied in a frantic tone, looking up as Jay quickly climbed the stairway to get to Mal “where were you?” she asked as she looked back at you, brow raised.

“thought I heard something over there” you pointed behind you, towards the alley you had emerged from, lies spilling off your tongue like water.

Carlos grumbled, crossing his arms “probably one of his wharf rats distracting you so you wouldn’t distract him or something” you held down your laughter, you forgot sometimes that they knew about your ‘relationship’ with Harry. Yeah, he was pretty easily distracted by you, but the fact that they knew that made you laugh.

And then the gate to the stairway opened, and the three of you went up. Going to tell Mal the bad news.

-

You kept quiet as Mal spat at her friends, blaming them for Ben coming to the isle just for her. “if you never would’ve brought him here this never would’ve happened what were you thinking!?”

You clicked your tongue, looking away from Mal as Evie tried to defend herself and Ben “he was going to come with or without us we just wanted to protect him!”

“yeah and we blew it!” Carlos interrupted, setting another self-blame on himself and the others for failing to protect Ben.

“Okay! Okay…” Jay calmed the group down, holding his hands up and looking to Mal “so what are we going to do?”

“we!” Mal gestured between her and her friends, stepping down to the same floor they were on and grabbing her back “are not doing anything, this is between Uma and me, and she’s a punk. And guess what? now I have to go get him!”

Hades she made it sound like going to save ben was a chore she didn’t want to do. “woah woah woah.” Carlos held his hands up, his eyes wide in alert “you’re still going to have to go through Harry Hook and his wharf rats”

“yeah” Jay added on, agreeing with Carlos “you’re gonna need us, or at least take (y/n) with you, Harry has a soft spot for them you know that.” Mal scoffed, she didn’t trust you, even after six months.

“Uma said to come alone” Mal covered her distaste for you with Uma’s demand, curling her lip slightly as Evie tried to reason with her.

“Mal, come on” Carlos sighed, turning to Evie and shaking his head.

“she said to come alone…i know one thing” Carlos plopped down on the ratty couch, crossing his arms and looking up at his friends “im not going anywhere”

Jay sighed and looked back to Mal, glancing towards you as you examined your rifle. “we’ll be here when you get back” Mal just gave him a bored look, turning and walking off towards her area of the apartment to grab her jacket sleeves.

As soon as you heard her close the gate you clicked your tongue, collapsing your rifle and sliding it back into its sheath “she acts like Ben was in the wrong to be worried about her” you muttered crossing your arms. Evie looked as if she agreed with you, but was too afraid to say anything. Carlos and Jay just nodded, not happy with Mal’s attitude. “and now I have to go get him? Fuck it's as if she thinks Ben is a chore for her to begrudgingly look after” you muttered, pushing off the pillar and again, the three vks seemed to agree with you.

They really didn’t like Mal’s tone and her choice of words, yes she might’ve been frustrated but-that didn’t give her the right to talk to them like that when technically this entire thing was Mal’s fault.

Lying to Ben, then trying to spell him when he found out about those lies; which! according to Ben, he hadn't even harshly reacted to it, just disappointed. He only got mad when she tried to spell him, and then she ran off the first chance she got! Didn’t even try to give herself an hour to cool down or anything.

You just-you were mad at Mal, Ben was someone you had gotten close to in the recent months, and she-HIS FUCKING GIRLFRIEND- was acting as if Ben was just- a burden for her to take care of.

Yeah, you were just done with Mal. You turned on your heel and started to go down the stairs. “where are you going?” Jay asked, crossing his arms. You just looked at him, a sharp look in your eyes. He sighed, stepping back. “fine, just-don’t…don’t let him ruin getting Ben back” you nodded, continuing downstairs and leaving the apartment to go see Harry.

-

You woke up the next day in Harry’s bed, watching him walk around in nothing but his black pants as he got ready for the trade that day. You yawned and slipped out of his bed, slowly getting dressed as Harry rushed around to get all his gear “fuck where are meh belts” he grumbled, pausing as you gestured to the bed. He dropped to one knee and chuckled “wow love, yeh really tossed em all the way under ‘ere?” you shrugged, taking a water bottle from his fridge and cracking it open.

Harry stood, buckling the belts to rest across his hops and sped over to you, kissing the back of your neck as he held your bare and bruised hips “I gotta go, stay safe okay?” you nodded, tilting your head as he kissed the curve of your neck, then your cheek “i-I love yeh”

“love you too” you muttered back, voice just a bit stronger than his as he stuttered out the confession. He smiled, turning and putting on his shirt, sword sheath, and jacket. he then shoved on his boots, grabbed his hat, and flew out of his apartment, making his way to the docks to go prepare for the important trade.

You sighed, glancing around Harry’s apartment for a moment then got dressed, shrugging on your jacket after putting on the rest of your clothes and clipping your rifle sheath back on before walking out of the apartment and making your way back to the others.

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You were hidden away high above the docks in the shadows, your rifle resting in your hands as you watched Mal taunt Uma about the wand, as Ben was being held by his jacket collar over the water; by Harry, who looked at Mal with mania induced eyes.

‘Just give her the damn fake wand so we can get Ben back’ you mentally called out to Mal, she was just enjoying taunting Uma, as if the damn KING of Auradon’s life wasn’t on the line! She had always been like this; as if everybody was was insignificant.

But finally, Uma demanded the wand after Mal showed off a spell, which was really just lying by using Dude’s new ability to talk. Uma believed it, and you wanted to scream out, wanted to tell her it was fake.

But you stayed silent, hoping Uma and Harry would forgive you for not telling them the plan before everything happened. Harry brought Ben over, squinting a bit as the shine of your rifle got into his eyes. He glanced up, licking his lips as he caught you in the shadows, but he didn’t dare reveal your location; even if you were on the other side of the trade.

Soon, a fight broke out; Uma had found out about the wand being fake, snapping the plastic over her knee and screaming for attack. You loaded up your smoke pellets into the rifle and began to take fire, bullets filled with smoke powder that exploded into huge clouds erupted at the pirate's feet and on the posts, grey mixing with the colored smoke fired by Carlos.

You switched to soft pellets a moment later and took a deep breath, silent shots hitting the pirate's sword handles, making them drop the sword or fumble for their weapons as they were thrown off balance. You perked up as you spotted Harry and Jay fighting on one of the higher-up dock balconies. You grunted in displeasure as Jay knocked Harry down and took his hook, laughing as he threatened to drop the hook In the water.

You waited as the hook swung back and forth on the sword blade, taking your short the moment it swung backward and the pellet hit Jay's hand. He yelped out, dropping the sword and cradling his hand. Jay's sword clattered into the sea as Harry's hook swung back forward and caught on the rails.

Jay furrowed his brows, having not seen the shot as Harry glanced back up at you with a grin and took his hook back. Jay quickly made his escape as Harry swung at him, and you tilted your head at Harry as he grinned up at you. Then his grin turned to horror “MOVE NOW!” He yelled out suddenly, his voice laced in panic. You turned, eyes widening as you saw one of Uma’s crew members, one that you knew wasn’t a part of the wharf rats when you were around six months ago, sword in hand about to strike you down.

You planted your hand on the wood below you and arched up, kicking the crew member in the chin and then leaping off the high-point you had chosen for your hiding place. you twisted around mid-air and shot at the pirate, the pellet hitting him square in the middle of his forehead, the soft pellet just hard enough to make him stumble back. The second shot you took hit him in the throat, and the pirate doubled over coughing.

You twisted back around and caught yourself on a hanging rope, mentally thanking your past self for putting on good gloves as you slid down to the main docks. Harry looked so damn relieved, and Uma was distracted by Mal as she tried to take the dragon bitch out.

Harry bit his lip as he looked at the fight, then raced over to you, cradling your face “are yeh okay?” he asked quietly, giving you several look-overs for any injuries.

You just smiled, taking his hand and kissing his palm “I am now…we have a fight to continue eh?” Harry chuckled as you said that, jumping back as you swung at him playfully with the butt of the rifle.

“minx” he grumbled, smiling as you ran off towards the heat of battle. He cornered Ben and slammed his sword against the ladder he was near, pinning him to it “Hiya~!”

Your rifle was definitely meant for long-range attacks but that never stopped you. You took out the pellet ammo and loaded up a few shots of small paintballs, you spun it around to rest the top of the barrel on your shoulder, pulling the trigger and hitting Bonnie in the chest, smirking as you heard her screech as pink paint splattered against her chest painfully.

You turned and blocked a slash from Gonzo with the middle of your gun, metal ringing in your ears. You dodged under another swing and swiped your feet under his, and Gonzo fell to the ground on his back. You cocked the rifle and took a shot at his forehead, paint splattering and knocking him out.

You squinted as Evie threw the last smoke bomb against the docks, purple smoke filling the area. You lept over Jonas’ legs and ran for the tunnel, sending a sad smile to Harry and Uma as they locked eyes with you.

Uma nodded in understanding; rage still laced in her eyes as Harry just looked like a lost puppy. You turn and ran down the tunnel, Mal kicking the bridge down behind you. You pursed your lips as you collapsed your rifle after unloading the rest of the paintball ammo, sliding the weapon into its sheath. Why hadn’t any of the crew cut off your one escape route?

Eh, not important.

As you climbed into the car after Mal and Ben, you saw something out of the corner of your eye at your feet. It was Mal’s spell book, as Carlos had gotten into the limo, it had fallen out of Mal’s bag he had been holding. You spotted Uma and Harry running around the upward alleyway and you slid into the limo, leaving the book behind.

Maybe they could actually do something useful with it.

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*cotillion outfits. fully optional i just like creating outfit boards for this shit XD

Night had fallen on Auradon, and Cotillion was in full swing, high-energy music thrumming through the sky as lights pulsed and teens danced.

You rested against the outer rail, sipping at some punch, watching as your brother danced around with his date (which you think was one of Tarzan's kids) and your vk friends mingle around; waiting for Mal and Ben.

“Did yeh get stood up or somethin’?” a very familiar voice asked, but it couldn’t possibly be him, so you just shrugged, sipping at your punch.

“Didn’t accept any offers, the only person I would go with Is on the isle” you mumbled, looking down at your reflection in the red drink. Then a smirk appeared over your shoulder, a smirk only one person could do. “holy shit-“ you turned, surprised to see Harry fucking Hook, dressed in a fine blue indent pattered suit, his hair brushed back and for once; had clean eyeliner one. you slammed into his torso as Harry laughed gently “what-how?”

“Uma used tha’ spell book that got left behind” Harry spoke quietly, turning to face the ocean as he spotted Evie looking around, not wanting her to see him and alert the others “we both jumped through the barrier as it closed. she’s below deck now, spelled Beasty boy n everything”

You were about to ask what kinda spell but then the fanfare played, Lumière announcing Mal’s arrival. She stepped out into the spotlight, her eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights.

And then Ben came out, and everything after that when crazy; Uma had love spelled him, Ben announced his ‘gift’ to her, the removal of the isle barrier (which fuck yes for all the kids but uhhhhhhh yeaaahh maybe your poacher of a dad wasn’t the best person to let loose, let alone the rest of the villains), and then Jane revealed Ben’s gift to Mal, a stain glass window that….was kinda--iffy. Ben was kneeling before Mal, holding his hand out to her as she seemed to hover her hand over his, her eyes glowing as her purple hair blew in the wind, the sun behind her head.

…mmm yes a VERY equal relationship, no weird power imbalance…

Anyways.

Mal kissed Ben, breaking Uma’s spell and Uma ran off to attempt to grab the wand, but was unsuccessful. She then ran to the rails, Mal attempting to talk her down with….what seemed to be empathy? But Mal had relentlessly bullied Uma since they were kids and Uma did not trust Mal, instead leaping off the ship to the waters below.

Harry called out for Uma, arm going around your shoulder as water began to rise from the depths. And then, Uma emerged as a gigantic Cecaelia, just as her mother had years ago and soaking everyone with the resulting waves of water. She let out a taunt towards Mal and whipped her tentacles, water bashing against the ship and sending some of the cotillion guests stumbling back.

Uma glanced at you and Harry and waved her hand, a teal glow pushing you back towards the cabins to keep you both safe. Harry reached out for your brother as he stumbled by, the three of you hanging on for dear life as Uma continued to thrash the ship.  

But then Mal turned into a dragon, and you had to say…it looked dorky as fuck. But Mal attacked Uma, sending barrages of fire and flying above the transformed sea witch as Uma wiped her tentacles at her and ducked underwater to avoid the flames.

Soon Ben dived into the water and talked the two girls down, Uma making Ben promise not to send Harry back as she disappeared underneath the waves.

And so, after Ben climbed back aboard, he walked over to Harry with a grim smile “I won't break my promise to Uma” Ben said quietly, ignoring the fuming Mal in the background as Ben welcomed Harry to Auradon.

As the party continued on, you took Harry’s hand and led him off the ship and to the beach below, walking away from cotillion as lights and music blasted behind you, slowly fading into the background as you walked closer to Auradon prep.

“so…” Harry started, looking up at the night sky, something he had never seen properly before right now “wha’ do we do now?”

“well,” you hummed, swinging your intertwined hands slightly “you’re mostly gonna go to school with us, gonna have’ta room with a random Auradon kid most likely, we’re gonna officially be together, and right now?” you grabbed his collar and pulled him to you, lips inches away from his “im going to kiss you” Harry chuckled, closing his eyes and cupping your neck, pressing his lips to yours in a deep kiss.

You tilted your head, taking your other hand, and curling it into Harry’s hair, pulling him even closer. Harry clipped his hook to his belt loop and took his now free hand to wrap around your waist, pulling you to meld into his body.

You pulled away for air, opening your eyes slightly, smiling up at Harry as he moved to rest his head on your shoulder “I missed yeh” he mumbled, smiling into your shoulder as you held him close.

“I missed you too” you whispered back, you finally had your pirate by your side again, and you wouldn’t have to hide your love anymore.

-end-

can you tell i don't like Mal? i was re-watching D2 and was just -yeah no fuck her-

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Noctis Lucis Caelum- SFW alphabet

First piece of writing on here let's gooo- Feel free to request anything! I don't have a list of things that I write for yet, but just pop it in my ask box and I'll see what I can do- please don't let this flop 💚

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A - Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Noctis isn't really one for very open affection, around others the best he will do is holding hands or exchanging a few smiles here and there- but alone, he will happily sit with you and play games on your phones together, maybe even a few snuggles.

B - Best Friend (What would they be like as a best friend? Where does the friendship start?)

Noctis would be an amazing best friend, as long as you don't mind sarcastic remarks and sometimes having to deal with his slight temper tantrums. He will do anything to save your life, though. He'd take a bullet for you if needs be.

C - Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He isn't big on cuddles. Snuggles, and hugs, he's mostly okay with, but cuddles... he just doesn't know what fo do with himself if he finds himself in the situation.

D - Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking, cleaning, ect?)

He doesn't mind settling down for a while, but listen, there's a reason Ignis is the one one cooks. Noctis cannot cook at all. Last time he tried, he burned the food. And it was a soup.

E - Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He'd try to let you down slowly, he doesn't want to hurt your feelings, but he'd end up digging himself into a deeper hole. It'd probably sound something like this: "Listen, I... I think we should go our separate ways... It's not that I don't like you, or anything... it's just-"

F - Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? Do they wanna get married?)

He has no real opinion on it- but he'd happily get married to you if you asked. If it meant you could spend the rest of your lives together, how could he say no?

G - Gentle (How gentle are they both physically and emotionally?)

Usually, he's not the most gentle person, but he will try to be if he sees that you're upset or in pain. He will often use a softer tone of voice with you, and may touch your shoulder to comfort you.

H - Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it, and what are they like?)

Like I said- he doesn't mind hugs, so long as they are short, and not in front of everyone. He doesn't like hugging for too long bec as se he finds it awkward, but in a heartfelt moment, it doesn't kill him to embrace you from time to time.

I - I Love You (How fast do they say the “love” word?)

It takes a long time. It's not that he doesn't want to say it, it's just that he finds it awkward. He'll only say the L word in a heartfelt moment, or when if it's a very special occasion.

J - Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What are they like when jealous?)

Now, Noctis isn't really one to get jealous, heck, he might even find himself catching feelings for a few others while he's with you, but he always remains loyal to you and expects you to do the same.

K - Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

His kisses are usually short, and simple. He likes to kiss you in the most romantic places, you lips, your cheeks, and forehead are his favorite. He likes to be kissed on the back of his hands, and loves to get lost in your eyes as you. He will happily accept whatever affection you have for him.

L - Little Ones (How are they around kids?)

This man is amazing around children, but only the older ones. Probably about eight plus- he isn't the best with babies and todlers. To be honest, he couldn't know what to do with them.

M - Morning (What are mornings like with them?)

It will take him a while to actually get out of bed, but in the meantime he will put his arm around you and stare into your eyes for a bit, getting lost in them.

N - Nights (How are nights spent with them?)

Nothing special. Usually he will stay up late and play board games or games on his phone while eating a delicious Ignis cooked meal.

O - Open (When do they open up about themselves?

Really not a lot. Sometimes, when he's really upset, he'll vent to you, and only you. He doesn't like other people listening, and he knows he can trust you with his secrets.

P - Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Though he's usually chilled out, Noct can be angered very easily. He will start yelling, and maybe even draw a weapon on what's making him angry. His movements will also become snappy, and he will be more prone to breaking things.

Q - Quizzes (How much do they remember about you?)

He remembers a lot about you. Your name, your age, your favourite things to do and eat, but he can't for the life of him remember anything truly personal about you. He does tend to remember a few things you vent to him about, though.

R - Remember (Favorite memory with you?)

When you two went to Altissa, and had a ride on the gondolas all around the city. You even had some of the world-famous ice cream with you, along with a moogle plushie. He will never forget your hair blowing in the breeze. That to him is his idea of a date.

S - Security (How protective are they?)

This man is very protective. He will not let anything harm you. He will try his very very best to do anything he can to protect you, and if harm ever came to you, he'd blame no-one but himself.

T - Try (How much effort do they put in?)

He does try, for the most part. If someone gives him a mission, he isn't one to back down. He will try his best to make you happy, and will spend all the gil in the world if you were happy because of it.

U - Ugly (What are their bad habits?)

His posture. He stands with his back arched and his hips forward, which can be very bad for him in the long run. His father told him countless times to fix his posture, but he never got around to it.

V - Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He really doesn't care much how he looks. He might be a king, but his looks aren't a factor in how he rules, right?

W - Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Very much so. Nothing would feel the same if you dissapeared, and he wouldn't know what to do with himself, and he'd have to have some sense knocked into him by Gladio.

X - Xtra (Random HC)

He loves to impress you- be it with his unique fighting style, or with his amazing fishing skills. He also makes sure to catch the best fish he can, and he loves it when you cook his fish for him. He'll happily sit with you and enjoy the meal.

Y - Yuck (Things they don’t like either in general or a partner?)

He hates people who try to hurt him, or his friends/partner. He also doesn't like vegetables, and if you try to make him eat his greens, likelihood is, he'll just warp away from you. Far away.

Z - Zzz (Sleep habits)

It usually takes him ages to get to sleep. Sometimes he'll be up all night fighting daemons, and getting gil. When he does sleep, it may only be for a few hours. He goes to sleep late, and wakes up early, and the others have to practically drag them out of the tent or bed.

[plaidbooks]

"Snowball fights" from Christmas Bingo for Nick Amaro. Maybe he and Reader played with Zara and Gil 🤪

Snow War

A/N: This covers the Snowangels/Snowmen square in @storiesofsvu bingo! I hope you enjoy it, and thanks for the moodboard for it ❤

Tags: none, just fluff

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It was a crystal-clear day, the sky a light blue. The snow was deep in your front yard, and you knew exactly what was on the agenda for the day. Nick came up behind you, wrapping an arm around you and sipping his coffee.

“Should we wake them up?” you asked. It was the rarest of weekends, Nick even took it off—he had both kids staying for the weekend. They were still asleep in their beds, it being too early for kids their age to be awake without the excuse of school.

“Nah, let them sleep a little longer,” he replied, pulling you towards him to kiss your temple. You smiled, melting against his strong chest

Zara and Gil both woke up within the next two hours, and as soon as they saw the snow, they were pulling their winter clothes on. You and Nick started shrugging into your jackets, scarves, and gloves. Then you made sure the kids had enough clothes on before unleashing them to the yard.

Gil flopped onto his back, making a snow angel, while Zara dropped to her knees, scooping snow for the base of a snowman. Nick went to help Zara, and you reached down to help Gil stand. You draped an arm around him, both of you smiling wide at the masterpiece he made.

“Your turn!” he announced, and you laid down in the cold snow by his. He laughed as you flailed your arms, then pushed yourself back to your feet. It wasn’t as pretty as his, but it was obvious what it was.

“Wanna go build a better snowman that your dad?” you asked, and he nodded excitedly.

But instead, Gil joined Zara, while Nick and you worked on your own snowman. Neither of you noticed anything off until a snowball hit Nick in the side of the neck. Zara giggled as Gil quickly pretended to be interested in the snowman.

“Oh yeah?” Nick asked, smirking. You quickly made a snowball and turned, ready to throw. But Zara was quicker, hitting you square in the face with a snowball. You sputtered at the sudden cold in your face, blinking the snow away.

Nick didn’t wait to make a snowball, scooping snow into his gloved hands and flinging it towards his children. Zara squealed with laughter, and her and Gil hid behind a small snow wall that they had made instead of the snowman.

A full-blown snow war engaged. It couldn’t really be considered a snowball fight, since a lot of the time, the four of you just scooped snow and flung it without packing it into a ball. The yard was filled with laughter as the four of you had a fun, family day.

You all stayed outside until you were frozen to the bone. The four of you trudged inside, knocking snow off the bottom of your shoes. Zara was shaking with cold, and you went to run her a bath. Then, you threw pjs for the four of you into the dryer while Nick made hot chocolate.

Once everyone was warmed up, you gathered around in the living room to watch a Christmas movie. As the four of you laughed with the movie, your heart was full. It was a small, sometimes incomplete family—when the kids were gone—but it was full of love. And you couldn’t ask for a better one.

Nick pulled you closer to his side, kissing your temple, his eyes sparkling, and you knew he felt the same. You smiled, then pressed your lips to his gently.

[just-horrible-things]

Day In The Life : Liv (Just Acting)

At 8:00AM the alarm clock breaks into cheerful chiptune.

At 8:04 a narrow, brown arm snakes out from under the covers, gropes around on the cardboard bedside box table, dislodges an errant toothbrush, and hits snooze.

At 08:09 the chiptune resumes at twice the volume. Three little hatches in the underside of the clock snap open with a loud click, and spring-loaded wheels pop out. Blaring merrily away, the alarm clock propels itself off the side of the box and onto the floor. It teeters on a single wheel after hitting the carpet, lurches, rights itself, and disappears under the bed.

Liv groans and tumbles out of bed.

It takes her three further minutes to pull enough boxes out from under the bed to create a space that will fit her, squirm into that space, locate the clock, turn it off, squirm back out, and replace the boxes where they belong. By that point she has to reluctantly concede that she is awake.

She wedges a bundle of laundry into the space between said boxes so that the clock can’t pull that little stunt again.

By 08:35 she is out of the door, still bleary-eyed, with a thermos full of coffee in hand in lieu of the water bottles most other joggers carry.

It's a lovely morning, so her usual 15-minute circuit turns into a 35-minute tour down the riverside and through her favourite park. The pigeons are too lazy to flap further than a couple of metres out of the way of her feet. One of these days she's going to catch one, just to see if she can. 

She closes her front door behind herself and strips out of her sweaty clothes. It's too warm for clothes indoors. She cracks open a window, smirking to herself at the thought of some executive in the office building opposite glancing up from his desk and spotting her naked body, then retreats to the relative privacy of the lounge for her morning yoga routine. 

Gil calls it pointless posing, but she values her balance and flexibility.

Her Firefly is coming along, and she works on some easier arm balances to help herself train for it. Destroyer of the Universe is tragically still well out of reach, but she's working up to it. 

She finds a kind of trance in a deep forwards fold, and it's well after ten o' clock before she gets up to shower. She takes her time under the hot water, singing 90s pop hits at the top of her lungs as she lathers up with her new favourite strawberry pavlova shampoo. 

Clad only in a soft, fluffy towel, she flops down across the sofa to check her emails. She's glad she does, because Matt wants her to pick up his shift this evening. 

Sure thing, she sends back, but you owe me one. 

Lunch is a lazy affair of buttered bread, cut fruit, supermarket olives, and an obscenely sugary latte, taken half-dressed sprawled out on the carpet in the warmth of a broad sunbeam.

Next she brushes and pulls back her hair, then adds to the comfy black leggings she's already wearing a sky blue halter top, a simple black choker, and a slim zirconium-studded watch. She keeps her makeup simple – a dark lip tint, a hint of blush for her cheeks, a little eyeliner, and a white waterline.

Gil has impressed upon her the importance of sensible footwear enough times that it's unfortunately starting to sink in. With a regretful sigh she sets aside the sparkly pumps that do tend to fall off her feet. Instead she laces on a cute pair of ankle boots with a subtle black-on-black leopard print. They're only a week new and still wearing in, but the fit is perfect and they're well on track to becoming her new favourite shoes. 

Buses are a great place to people watch, and Liv rarely feels the need to get out her phone. Almost everyone else is engrossed in theirs – which on the one hand means they aren't up to much of interest, but on the other means they don't notice Liv studying the minutiae of their expressions. A pair of cute kids at the front of the bus are arguing energetically about the plot of some cartoon they both watch. A young couple are giving each other the cold shoulder, sitting almost comically angled away from each other. In stark contrast, the pair directly behind them are leaning comfortably on each other's shoulders and one of them is almost asleep.

An older fellow in the back takes notice of Liv's scrutiny, so she bats her lashes and flutters her fingers in a little wave. He returns her smile toothlessly, and for the rest of the journey Liv swaps occasional flirty glances with him. She blows him a kiss when the bus stops at her stop, and deliberately sways her hips all the way down the aisle to the door. 

Last week's Friday rehearsal was called off due to work being done on the lights, so of course today everyone is full of hugs and kisses and gossip as if they'd been separated for months instead of a single week. Tess compliments Liv on her hair even though she hasn't done anything special to it, and Mig gathers her into a tight hug before planting both hands squarely on her ass and grabbing so hard he all but lifts her off her feet. 

"We're in public, you degenerate!" she mock-squeals, laughing. "Okay, okay," he grins, "I'll be good, give me a hug." As soon as Liv lets him pull her close again, he tries to slide a hand down the back of her leggings. She swats his hand away, and the other one tries to climb up under her shirt. "You pervert," Liv scolds between giggles. “Libertine! You, you debauchery!” He keeps trying until they’re both in stitches.

"Break it up, break it up!" Conchi commands, clapping her hands. "Get inside! Everyone inside the building, please!"

For warm-up they focus on walks, copying one another around the room. By now they each know each other's mannerisms like second skins, and they soon grow bored of natural gaits and start playing around with it. As a follower, Liv picks Ed Hallidger's punk shuffle to imitate, then Tess's very convincing bow-backed old woman. As a leader, she puts on a masculine, wide-legged swagger of her own, then a nervous, halting tiptoe, then a stripper stru – that of course attracts Ed Werner from across the room.

Ed is a massive, broad-shouldered bodybuilder of a guy, and his feminine sashays are to die for. The whole group end up giggling, the other guys trying to capture the comedy gold that Ed puts into every swing of his hips, up on tiptoes as if wearing invisible stilettos. Liv has a great deal of admiration for Ed Werner's physical comedy. 

Then rehearsal begins in earnest, and three hours vanish into the repetition of lines and directions over and over in the endless quest to meet Conchi's exacting standards.

If she's going to pick up Matt's shift like she promised, Liv won't have much time to work on Gil’s latest exercise. She checks her watch – she ought to be able to catch the mark on his way out of work, if she hurries across town.

Mr. Milligan's office supposedly empties at around five thirty, six o' clock. She gets there at 5:40. He could already be gone. But… a little frustration is part of the job. She sets up on a park bench with a good view of the front of the building, and pretends to browse on her phone while her eyes skim the crowd of suits. 

This is the third day of watching, and she's starting to think this approach might be a dud.

At 6:13 she's checking her watch and tapping her foot when she finally spots Milligan. His shock of bleach-blond hair isn't so very distinctive, but it's enough to catch her eye, and she’s studied his pictures enough to recognise his face. 

He's talking animatedly with a colleague, and rather than go their separate ways at the bottom of the broad front steps, the pair dally there to continue the conversation. Liv's a bit far away to get a decent photo but she studies the woman's face intently. 

Five minutes verge into ten and Liv wills them to get on with it. At this rate she'll be late to work. 

But finally they shake hands and separate, and as Milligan crosses the street, Liv gets up casually to tail him into the car park beneath the park. 

His car is a silver Jaguar with vanity plates reading “5PD B05S”. Of course. It’s barely worth taking photos, but she snaps one just to prove to Gil that she's done the legwork. 

Then she hurries to the nearest taxi rank. She doesn’t have time to stop home and change her makeup, so she borrows some from Hanna as soon as she gets to Remedy. The low light of the club demands a more striking look. Working fast in the staff bathroom she gives herself a bright red lip, smokey shadow and a straightforward cat eye. Her work jacket – a leather sleeveless crop with denim at the collar – is in the back room, and she’s ready to roll.

"Sorry about the time," she apologises as she rejoins Hanna behind the bar. "Don't worry, it’s not a surprise," Hanna returns. "Matt told me you were taking his shift." "Well, ouch." "Late is practically your middle name. Grab those glasses for me."

The floor is already busy, and Liv can already tell she’s going to be run ragged tonight. She doesn’t mind, she loves the work. But it’s a good excuse to make Matt pay through the nose for his favour. She’ll have fun thinking up ways he can pay her back.

[has-gilgamesh-doneanythingwrong]

How will Caster Gil’s s/o cope with his bad sleeping habits?

Hello anon, thank you for the request. Actually, yeah. I wonder about that too. I did once read an incredible one about a similar topic of Caster Gilgamesh being overwhelmed, which is also a great read!

All right, I'll give it my best ;3

Also Caster Gilgamesh is such a mood to the culture of overwork tbh, it make me feel kinda sad.

S/O Dealing with Caster Gilgamesh's Bad Sleeping Habits

- It had been months, if not almost an entire year since Caster Gilgamesh had taken a proper night's rest.

- He was up long before the cockerel crowed at the crack of dawn, and would remain that way- for even longer than the most nocturnal of night owls.

- In other words, he was working himself to DEATH.

- Whenever you'd visit, to assuage his doubts and reassure him that it's fine if he takes a nap; Caster responds with a simple "I do not require your concern. It is my duty as a king to work peerlessly to ensure that the buffoons' operating within Chaldea do not scrimp upon their duties." Although his words are harsh, what he really means is that he doesn't want you to worry about him. Just having you visit is more than enough.

- However, for you- who has to witness Gilgamesh running himself ragged on a daily basis- such words do naught to appease the doubt gnawing within your chest.

- Often finding yourself in bed alone, your only signal as to Gilgamesh's presence would be when his entire body would flop onto the bed at only the ungodliest hours of night. Not even sparing the time to materialize into a set of pyjamas, he would instantly fall asleep; decked in his regular gear and all!!

- Worried for his health, you'd often help out by removing his shoes (yep he didn't even remove those!!) and sliding his body over so that he could sleep soundly under the bed covers (he didn't even bother to tuck himself in). Sometimes, you'd even have to apply plasters to wounds or even place hot flannels on his face to regulate his temperature. That's how bad he was at taking care of his health.

- You even went as far as to carefully place his stone tablets by the bedside table, due to his overwhelmingly bad habit of literally taking his work to bed with him.

- When Caster Gilgamesh regains enough energy to resume his regular toil for the day, he's secretly moved by how you put in the effort to tuck him in every night. Softly kissing the temple of your forehead, he whispers his gratitude in your ear- only then to sigh once he realizes that you purposely put his tablet in the wrong area gain. "Honestly, this mongrel..."

- The truth is, you're struggling. Not only is he as stubborn as an ox whenever you or others try to negotiate with him, but he won't let anybody help him either! And to top things off, you missed his company greatly. Strangely enough, the two of you did most of your bonding during missions and events (because during those times he'd either be on a rare vacation or assist you for his daily work instead); which meant that you had barely any room at all for couple time!!!

- Tomorrow was a Saturday, which meant that he would be off for the weekend. In other words, it was the perfect time to confront him-once and for all! Resolve steeled within your heart; you prepared yourself for an extremely long night.

- Caster Gilgamesh is GOBSMACKED once he returns to his room. Usually, you'd be fast asleep when he enters. But this time, you had prepared a massive surprise for him. Softly glowing candles were lined across the rooms, illuminating it within a serene light; as the healing scent of lavender embraced the room. In your hands, you had none other than a massager and relaxing ASMR binaural CD set (of whales swimming in the sea) to help Gilgamesh relax to.

- He won't say it aloud, but to come home to a feat like this means a great deal to him.

- Although he is weary, his red eyes flicker with a slight ebb of amusement; as he gathers enough energy to smile. "What possesses you to be roaming around at the witching hours of night, mongrel? Has being on your lonesome made you that eager to embrace your king?"

- Your deadpan reply of "FUCK YES." leaves him utterly startled, to the point where he has to hide an enormous blush- blossoming wildly around his ears. "But look, Gilgamesh. As you're probably on the verge of passing out right now, let me make this quick." As he shrugs off his mini jacket (?)-your hands softly massaging the tight muscles rippling through his back-you finally begin to speak.

- You explain to him that although you understand that he has to work, it would be nice if he could stop overworking; both for his sake and also so that you could spend some more time together as a couple as well. As he often spent the weekends between many groups of people, the two of you barely spent any time on your lonesome.

- "I cannot adhere to such a request. What ails Chaldea ails me in turn, hence why I must continue to toil. Mongrel. I request that you do not press the matter any further. Nonetheless, I shall reward you greatly for the honor you have bestowed upon me tonight. I do adore the delightful little sounds those whales make." Caster Gilgamesh refuses to budge, his words bearing upon your heart like a heavy stone. As he sighs with bliss at your massage skills, you struggle to hold back the tears pricking your eyes.

- It is a long, and lonely night. Staring up at the ceiling as Gilgamesh snores softly by your side, you frown. Was this it, after all? Was this what could possibly break the two of you up?!! Such worries made it all but impossible to enjoy a good night's rest.

- The weekend passes as usual, with the two of you mainly hanging out with separate groups. The heavy weight drowning your heart- like a rock sinking beneath the tumultuous waves of the sea- only heightens in intensity.

- That is until Gilgamesh shocks you in return with a surprise of his own?!!!

- Seated atop your bed at a time as early as 10PM (omg), Caster Gilgamesh apprehends you with a brilliant grin. "Ah, so you have finally decided to bestow your presence before me. Sit." Patting the space beside him with an energy much unlike his usual worn-out countenance, you can't believe your eyes. "Why do you stare at me so? Didn't I tell you that yesterday's activities were much to my liking already?!" A compliment. Yet another rare miracle had occurred.

- As soon as you sit beside him, expression as surprised as pikachu's own; he sidles towards you, a devious grin plastered on his face, as he wraps both arms around you. "Mongrel." Cradling his face against the crook of your neck, his breath lightly fans your face. "Wherever you wish to go, I shall take you there. All you need to do is say the word."

- "?!!" His riddle confuses you to no end. When you ask him what the hell he means by that, he slaps a palm to his forehead in agony.

- "Fool, what do you not understand?! I am professing my desire to take a much-needed rest, just as you suggested!" A blush yet again seeps through his features, for the most unfathomable reason. "After managing to delegate certain responsibilities by placing them on the shoulders of some rather, well, unusually...proficient mongrels; I now have the week off. I shall also be able to return to my quarters at earlier intervals on the odd occasion." As he revealed his true intentions, actual mirth warmed his expression; as you stared back in awe.

- He had heard your advice, and was actually taking it to heart?! "B-but I thought you said...I swear you said..." Your mouth flaps, pure stupefaction taking over your features. You were certain that he wasn't up for negotiation, so what lead to such a change in heart?

- "It would be unbecoming of me not to pay attention to the mongrel yapping at my heels." In Gilgamesh language, this meant that he actually wanted to spend some time with you as well. "Do not be so presumptuous, I shan't cease all work. However, I can archive more time for more... mundane activities, I suppose. I am simply repaying yesterday's favor." How bashful a reply this was!!

- As you thanked him, eagerly talking about the places you wanted to visit by his side and the things you wanted to do for your first ever couple's holiday, one could daresay state that a rather warm feeling radiated within his chest no way would he admit to that.

- It's a good thing you spoke to him about it. This time, he'll try to fit in some more time for the sake of his own health and for you, as well. not like he'll admit that though

[coping-via-clint-eastwood]

The Heat is Not Working - 10 Days of GSR ficmas day 4

Gil had signed up to be a speaker at a forensics conference taking place in Chicago during the month of December, and Sara had been bestowed with the responsibility of recording his lectures to show to the rest of the team when they returned to Vegas. Given Gil's accent, people would think he was a local.

Gil's and Sara's hotel rooms had a connecting door. They were currently getting ready for bed.  Gil had to be up early the following day to prepare for his lecture, and Sara wanted to try and help him however she could. That and she had to get a good seat so as to capture her videos of him from a good angle. They kept the connecting door open so that they could talk to each other.  "Goodnight, Sara," Grissom said, hastily lying down on his bed on the side nearer to Sara, wanting to get as much sleep as possible.

"Night." She in turn lay on the side nearer to Gil.

Just as soon as Sara got comfortable however, there was a sudden dead silence that filled the room, and that was quickly followed by a click. Then, there was silence once more; her heater had stopped working. Sara groaned into her pillow. Even though Sara could not see Gil, and it was dark anyway, he smiled sympathetically at her. "I don't wanna get up..." she groaned.

"It's too late to report it. We'll have to do so tomorrow," Gil remarked. That made her groan again.

"Well I don't wanna get up anyway," she harrumphed, flopping over to her side and curling up, facing away from him.

"But you gotta do something; you'll freeze like this and won't be able to sleep," Gil said as he got out of his bed and walked over to her. He sat down on the other side of her bed and put her hand on her shoulder. She raised her eyes a little to stare at him, squinting in the darkness. "If you can't sleep, at least let me be your companion," he offered.

"No, Gil, you'll need your energy tomorrow," she protested, pushing herself up on her elbow. He removed his hand from her.

"I can't just leave you to suffer like this," he said earnestly, frowning and raising his hands palm upwards in front of him as a sort of shrug, sort of gesture to indicate her situation.

She laughed wryly, looking at him. "I'm not suffering, Gil," she reassured him, sitting up and placing a hand on his forearm.

"You will be if you continue to lie here without any heat source," he pointed out.

"I-I have my blanket. I'll be fine," she said, taking hold of the edge of her blanket with both hands and holding it up, as if she was showing him that to prove her point. But he merely frowned in concerned disapproval and shook his head. His eyes darted about as he thought about what he could do. When his eyes met hers again, she knew that he had come up with something.

"Come to my bed," he said, his voice almost a whisper. Matching that, his gaze was soft. Sara froze and looked at him in shock. However, she could tell he was not joking, and got off the bed. He did so too, and quickened his pace to catch up with her. He actually passed her, looked behind him and held his hand out to her. Without questioning it, she took his hand and let him lead her to his bed. He lifted the blanket for her and let her lie down. She could only laugh, but did not complain. He placed the blanket over her. Only when he was sure she was comfortable did he go around to the other side of the bed and lie down.

They lay there in silence, not falling asleep just yet. They did not know how much time passed, but gradually, subconsciously, they shifted closer and closer to each other, gravitating towards each other like always; they really were incapable of keeping any space between them. They were still fully awake. They turned their heads to face each other. "Hi," Sara grinned.

"Hi," he responded in kind.

"So we're here now."

"It would seem so."

After staring at each other goofily for a few more moments, they shifted so that it was more comfortable to cuddle, and they wrapped their arms around each other. "We're really gonna do this?" Gil piped up.

"I should be asking you that; you're the one with more inhibitions."

Gil took her comment in stride, for it was true and she did not mean it in an accusatory way. "Yeah," he said laconically.

"...okay."

They soon fell asleep like that, being cosier than they ever had been ever since they last did his in San Francisco. Even when they got her heater fixed the next day, they kept their cuddling up for the rest of the week, alternating which bed they slept in every night so that it appeared that both beds were slept in at the same time.

[dcbutinamrev]

Lams, “i’d take our relationship back in a heartbeat," but John is dead and Alexander is talking to him. They can both be talking or just him, whatever, artistic freedom. :)

Sorry this is so late!!! I've been focusing my attention on Yrs Forever!! (As it is almost done) But your wish is my command! Modern au but with their historical apperances! I was gonna post this ficlet request on August 27 (cause...you know...) but like I also don't have the paitence to wait that long. So yeah. That's a thing-

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Alexander Hamilton closes his eyes as soon as he steps into his apartment, hsi back pressed against the door and his jaw unusually tight. He breathes in slowly, holding his breath for a few seconds before slowly reopening his eyess. He hopes his boyfriend, his dear Laurens, would be before him but instead only to reveal before him an empty staircase. He groans miserbaly, and swallows the lump down his throat, grimacing as he does so--as though it had hurt him to do so.

It's been a month since he died. A whole entire month since his Jack left him, since he'd broken the promise he made to him. The promise he'd never leave him.

Hamilton shakes his head and climbs up the steps to his bedroom. He stares at the wooden door, his beautiful indigo-violet eyes ticking down towards the doorhandle. He smiles at the memory of when they had their first kiss, from at a party at Laurens's old friend's Tench Tilghman's place, Laurens counting Hamilton's freckles with a black sharpie, thinking he found Orion before leaning in to capture his lips. He remembers the first time they had sex, remembers clearly of Laurens slamming his back onto this very door, pinning him place as he kisses Hamilton roughly, quickly, heatedly, moving his lips down the side of Hamilton's neck, under his jaw.

Hamilton sighs long and slow before shaking his head at the memory, trying to learn to move on. But for some reason, he can't. He can't seem to let his John go.

Hamilton let's out another shaky breath before twisting the doorknob and gently pushing the door open. He hasn't stepped foot into this room for over a month, not after since Laurens's death. Always too frightened. But today, on August 27, the very same day in which he--Hamilton clears his throat, blinking his misty eyes. Well, anyways.

But today, he's feeling rather bold in doing so. Any other time, he'd be working down in the dining room table with his older foster brother, Lafayette, and parents around him--along with his friends, Richard Kidder Meade, Tench Tilghman, James McHenry, Robert Hanson Harrison, and David Humphreys of course. Or he'd be in one of the offices up here on the second floor, working in peace. Or hiding up in the attic, rummaging through old boxes of him and Laurens, watching old video tapes Laurens had made for each special moment. Hamilton stays where he stands currently in front of the entranceway, his eyes unfazed and misty. It feels like forever since he's been in this room.

Hamilton let's his bookbag slump onto the floor beside his door, taking a moment to let his new surroundings sink in. He sees his bed, the very same bed where he'd had Laurens beside him, beautiful sky eyes half-opened, honey blonde hair fallen loose and framing his angular face like a golden halo. Laurens's bare body exposed before him under the sheets. Hamilton encourages himself to take a leap forward and closes the door behind him.

It's quiet in his room. Dark and cold. He wraps his arms around his small, wasp-waisted frame as he shivers, the hairs on his arms and the back of his neck stand suddenly up. He feels like he's missing something.

And he is.

Hamilton swallows hard, his jaw clenched once more, as he moves around the room, letting his hand trace over the soft silk of his bedsheets before him, stopping where Laurens's foot would be. He stares at the sheets, linen white before ticking his eyes up to where the moutain of pillows lays before him and up to the wooden headboard. He can faintly see the ghostly outline of Laurens and himself sleeping together in this very bed. He presses his lips together and forces himself to look away, letting out a shuddering breath before finally having the courage to head toward his desk.

His hands rest on the back of the chair as he stares down. He ticks his eyes up to find a framed photograph of him and Laurens sharing a kiss, both of them smiling against the other's lips. Despite the ache he feels, the twisting of his stomach, he can feel the corners of his lips being quirked up.

He reaches for a framed photograph of his beautiful Laurens on the other side, just of him--a simple portrait, Hamilton's dashing soilder. He sighs as turns, the photorgaph still clutched in his hands, before he flops himself down on the edge of the bed, a few dark red curls fall loose and bounce on his forehead.

"Oh, Jack..." Hamilton whispers, his voice raw, choking. He lets his thumb trace over the side of Laurens's face, near his ear, over his hairline. "You know...I'd take our relationship back in a heartbeat."

A pause. Followed by endless silence. He sighs again before flopping down onto the bed, tilting his head to one shoulder as he eyes the portrait before him.

"I um...I um....How've you been? John?" he says to himself. He pauses, waits for a moment, before letting out a dry laugh, followed by a sniff. "College has been okay...rough obviously but okay. Gil had already gone back to France for his own college education and me stuck here in Manhattan and you? Who knows where you could be. But...I do hope...wherever you are...Jack...I...I do hope you now have peace."

Hamilton presses his lips together tightly once more, in hopes it would hold back the small whimper in which escapes him. He clenches his teeth as he narrows his eyes at Laurens before him, the small grin on his face, the twinkle in his sky-blue eyes--blue, a rich, vibrant blue, clear as the sky on a summer's day. He shakes his head, anger replacing the grief.

"You promised me..." he whispers sharply, his voice hissing like a snake, his chest heaving. "You...you....you promised me you wouldn't leave me...you said so yourself those very words." He swallows hard as he blinks his eyes fast, a tight scowl on his face. "You lying bastard!"

With a frustrated grunt, he tosses the framed photograph across the room, wincing as it smashes against the wall, watching it fall to the floor with a clatter, making himself jump back with surprise. Surprisingly, the glass doesn't shatter. Hamilton sniffs and wraps his arms around himself again, feeling himself shrink--feeling small, vulnerable, and weak. And he hates feeling weak and vulnerable.

"How could you?" he whimpers at the framed photograph now on the floor instead of his hands. "How could you, John? You know how I am when I get too attached to people. You knew what I would do, what I would feel if I had lost another person in my life. " He feels something wet trickle down his freckled cheeks. He ignores it. "You know of my past, a past which I would rather keep tucked away in a small closet inside the back of my head."

Silence.

"Please, John..." he whispers, licking his dry, chapped lips--dry from the lack of kisses. "Please...come back to me...I can't...not you too..."

Another pause.

"I know, I know I haven't fully accepted the fact that you're...you're gone...but..." Hamilton shakes his head as he collapses onto his knees, leaning forward and with one arm reaches out for the frame. "They told me you were sick. You were sick and you went out there anyways. You knew...didn't you?"

Nothing.

"What about the letter? The letter I sent you? I sent it around the fifteenth. Did you get it? Did you even read it? Did it get miscarried?"

Hamilton freezes in place, his face paling and his eye widen with realization. He stands shakily, his hands trembling as his mind whirls and his stomach spins, making him double over slightly and clutch his stomach with one arm as he leans against the edge of the bed.

"The 15th..." he whispers shakily, glancing back down at Laurens's portrait in his trembly hands. "The 15th...you...it takes about a couple days to a week for corrospondences to be delievered...you...you may not have even recieved it on the 27th..."

Hamilton feels himself queasy, his vision blurring as his head spins, a loud ringing in his ears.

"Oh God!" he wails, bringing a shaky hand up to his parted lips to hide the chocked sob. "John...Oh, John...please..."

He falls to his knees again, gently placing the portrait onto the bed. He blinks his eyes fast, his whole body trembling as he clasps his hands together and presses his forehead agaisnt his knuckles.

"John...please...if you can hear me...just please...show me..." He sucks in a shaky breath. "Show me the way...please...I...I miss you, my love...I...I can't even..." He squeezes his eyes tighter as more tears manage to escape. "I can't even...I love you...I love you...I just...I just want to kiss you..." He glances up from his knuckles and up at the ceiling. "I want to see you...I...I want to hear my name from your lips...see your smile...hear your laugh...I want...I want to kiss you, Jack. I mean as I say. I'd take our relationship back in a heartbeat. I...I...want to kiss you. Just one last time..."

Hamilton waits. He waits for a few minutes, for anything. But all he hears is silence.

He breaks, the glass inside him shatters. He screams, wails with desperation and anger before he folds his arms over each other and rests his forehead on top of them, still on his knees, sobbing as quietly as he can, sniffling occasionally, mumbling Laurens's name under his breath like a chant.

After a few minutes, he wails again, tears streaming freely like a waterfall down his red, puffy freckled cheeks and his bedroom door slams open at the sound of his pleading cry. He feels arms wrap around him, one arcross his chest and one around his back, the person's hand up to his dark russet curls. The person, who Hamilron happens to discover is Lafayette himself, pulls him close until his forehead is now pressed against his chest.

"Please..." Hamilton whimpers, clutching onto Lafayette's shirt.

Lafayette sighs heavily and presses a soft kiss to his temple before resting his cheek on top of his head, shushing him occasionally.

"I'm sorry..." Hamiton whispers. "I'm so sorry....I...What did I do wrong?"

"You didn't do anything wrong, mon petit frere," Lafayette assures him with a warm smile as he lifs Hamilton's chin up, brushing back a few loose curls.

Hamilton wipes his red, puffy cheeks frustratingly, embarrassed of himself. "There must have...I must have done something wrong, Gil...he deployed...he promised me he'd come home to me...that he wouldn't leave me..."

"Alex..." Lafayette whispers, his own heart cracking at the sight of Hamilton before him, who he loves more than anything.

"They said he was sick," Hamilton chokes, slowly glancing up at Lafayette. "Malaria, they said...Malaria..."

"Alexander..."

"Yet he went to battle anyways..." He chokes. "He knew...he knew..."

"Shh..." Lafayette whispers, helping Hamilton stand once more and guiding him towards the bed. "Sleep Alex. You need let yourself rest."

Hamilton shakes his head. "I can't sleep. It's a waste of time..." He shivers at the word. "There's other things...essays to be complete....exams..."

"Shh," Lafayette insists, forcing him to lie down on the bed. "You must rest, mon ami. Your body is telling you it does. You've overworked yourself again, didn't you?"

Hamilton lets himself collapse onto the pillow with a thump, covering his eyes with his hands.

"Get some rest, mon ami," Lafayette whispers, tucking a lose strand of red hair behind his ear as soon as he lowers his hand.

Hamilton nods and watches Lafayette walk towards his bedroom door. He's about to swing it open, when Hamilton stops him.

"Gil?" Hamilton calls, causing Lafayette to stop in his tracks.

He turns to Hamilton over his shoulder, an eyebrow raised. "Yes?"

Hamilton smiles in what Lafayette must think have been forever. "Thank you."

Lafayette chuckles, feeling the corners of his lips quirk up. "Of course, Alex. That's what brothers are for."

After the door clicks shut behind Lafayette, Hamilton lets his eyes shut and for the first time in many days-

He smiles in his sleep.

[softquietsteadylove]

more spicy chapter for the spy AU please? 🤏

"Holy shit," Gil groaned as he flopped into the bed loudly. "What a day."

It had been a hell of a mission, from start to finish. There was some rescuing, some extrication, some very narrow escapes. But at least it was completed. All they had to do was actually get back home to report in. But that could wait until tomorrow.

"I agree," Thena sighed heavily, lying herself down next to him more delicately. They didn't usually make stops after a mission, since the only real safety for them was back at base. But this stop was necessary to avoid the suspicion of boarding a flight right then and there.

Gil stretched his arm out, slithering it under Thena's neck. Other than that, he remained on his back.

Thena rolled over, keeping her head cushioned on his arm and shoulder and tucking herself into his side as well. She inhaled as his head tilted, hovering closer to hers. "We said we wouldn't."

"Oh, right," Gil mumbled, even as he pressed his lips to her forehead.

"We did," she repeated as she leaned into him more. His arm moved and his fingers toyed with a few strands of her hair. "We did."

"We did," he whispered as he rolled over too, nuzzling her face until his lips could find hers.

"We promised," she whimpered into the kiss, even as she grasped two handfuls of his shirt. She straightened her spine and her legs, pressing herself closer to him.

"Did we?" he inhaled against her cheek before moving his lips to her neck. He rolled even further, until he could lie over her. He flicked open a button of her dress. "Why did we do that?"

"Because," Thena inhaled as he worked on two more buttons before running his finger along the edge of her bra. She wasn't often in civilian clothes.

"Because?" he prompted, enjoying taking his time and burying his face in her cleavage.

"The job," she uttered simplistically, her considerable mental faculties leaving her as Gil dragged his teeth along the inside of her breasts.

They said they couldn't be physical anymore because of the job. It could interfere with their effectiveness, and complicate their partnership, something upon which their lives depended.

That one instance in the garage had been a mistake.

"We're off the clock, Ghost," Gil chuckled into her shoulder as he moved his hands to work from the bottom up, slipping up her dress. "If you want me to stop, just tell me."

It would make good sense. It would be better for the mission, and for all future missions. It would be probably be better for their work partnership, too. Certainly their handler would feel better about not having to suspect that their feelings were more than professional.

"Talk to me, Thena," he whispered, pulling away from her just to look her in the eye.

How she loved him. She loved him in every cover, every mission, every rare instance in between when they were just Gil and Thena, partners since the beginning. She loved everything about Gil, and she always had.

It was only recently that she had added his body to the list of things she loved most about him.

Gil moaned as she pulled him into another kiss, firmer than before. He wrapped his arms around her to truly hold her, his hands sliding over her.

Thena gasped as he pulled her dress up the rest of the way. His fingers were deft and firm, immediately slipping into her underwear. Gil never wasted time when there was a mission at hand. Her hands closed into fists, rumpling his shirt hopelessly.

"Easy," he rumbled into her ear, his voice low and rough. He stroked and circled his fingers, coaxing her pleasure out of her. "Just relax, sweetheart--I got'cha."

Thena inhaled sharply and let it out, although it trembled the whole way. Her whole body started trembling as he circled a particular spot, his thumb pushing against her most tender nerve centre as leverage. She stared up at the ceiling, clinging to him as if she were at sea. "Gil!"

He pulled up hard, keeping his hand still as she writhed against him gently. He was far from done, but he considered this a necessary step. He bent his head to kiss her cheek, "that's my girl."

Thena tilted her head, whimpering again as she felt him pull his fingers out of her. She didn't give in to pleasure often. She didn't consider herself someone who needed it often, either. But the things Gil could make her feel...

"You good?" he asked, their voices soft, their breathing mixing together in the silent room.

She nodded, her chest heaving. Gil laid over her again, having gotten his belt undone and his pants out of the way just enough. They didn't have the luxury of ripping all their clothes off and making tender love. Nor could they afford to fuck like wild animals rutting against each other. What they could afford was a quick relief of tension in a whole world against the two of them.

Gil kissed her as he pushed in. She groaned; his fingers were already thicker than she was used to, and he was much, much thicker than that. He peppered her face with kisses, "you okay?"

She nodded, clawing at his back as she adjusted to him being fully inside of her. This was actually the first time they were being connected in this particular way. Her head felt like it was floating off her body, her vision was starry.

"S'okay, just breathe," he whispered in her ear.

She did so, slowing her breathing until her startled muscles could relax. She turned her head, seeking his lips again. He gave them, and she demanded his tongue as well.

Gil moved gently, never one to risk hurting her in any way. He nuzzled her cheek, both of them breathing for their lives. They had both done underwater training, could hold their breath for upwards of five minutes. But they were panting for air.

Thena gripped the muscles in his back as his hips met hers. She tried not to sink into the feeling of it and keep her mind alert. But the feeling of Gil inside her, a heat like nothing else filling her. The warm, solid weight of him surrounding her and the musky scent of him mixing with the scent of their intimacy. She felt dizzy.

"Thena," Gil uttered, sounding more strained as he moved somewhat faster. He nipped at her neck, feeling around for her pulse until he could pay it proper attention.

"Gil," she gasped in response, her voice high and stringy--fluttery. Everything felt fluttery right now. She wasn't a fluttery person. Her codename was not Butterfly. But her whole body trembled as she felt him swell even further. "Gil!"

He pressed his lips to her cheek again, and she could feel him smiling against her skin. "Sorry, you sound really cute right now."

Thena felt herself clench around him reflexively. She blushed.

Encouraged, Gil picked up speed even more. His arms dragged over the bed sheets, curling around her protectively, hoarding what was his. His breathing came faster and rougher, his leverage angle changed.

Thena sought his mouth again, hungrily this time. Her legs slithered around his and her hips rose to meet him halfway. She was much closer than she anticipated, and probably closer than he thought she was. "Gil, yes, so close."

What few words she did have to offer seemed enough for him. He moved his hand to grip a handful of her behind, "any time now, hon."

Thena bit into her bottom lip as he continued to push and push her closer. She was a seasoned spy, and there was little she couldn't endure. But she would give up absolutely anything to come right now.

Gil let her dig her nails into him as she came around him, her whole body shaking as she gripped him. He groaned into her hair splayed over the sheets as he followed, spilling into her unabashedly. He smashed their lips together again before reeling himself in, making their kisses more gentle again. He held her cheeks, looking for signs she would never speak aloud. "You okay?"

Thena opened her eyes, blinking up at the ceiling again before Gil moved into her line of sight. She was still seeing stars, everything hazy and dreamlike. Her biochemical addled brain sang Gil's praises as she looked at him, screaming at her to yearn for him.

He kissed her again, their lips moving languidly. He still held her like she was fragile, and he was still lying over her like she was all his.

She was, in ways she couldn't afford. But she clung to him, even as he pulled out of her, even as he laid down beside her just to pull her closer once he was comfortable. Her hands sought his skin like she was burned and he was the salve.

Physical pleasure was too dangerous for the brain to endure.

Thena sighed as she settled against his chest. She was far too exhausted to move, and she had no desire as Gil pressed his lips to the top of her head and exhaled deeply. She rose and fell with the rhythm of his chest, as if bobbing along at sea on a raft of him.

"I've got you, Thena," Gil mumbled before dropping off into sleep, his fingers entangled with hers and his arm around her shoulders.

She nuzzled into his chest, just this once, to indulge her silly, love stricken brain. He had her in ways he didn't even know about--ways she could never really tell him. But just for tonight, she could add her body to that list.

[mass-effect-a-companions-react]

Mornings Off

oh whats this? a post? How the ME:A romances wake up next to Ryder on a morning off

--- Liam - Liam likes lazy mornings. Days were he can just wake up next to Sara and relax. They usually wake up around the same time, pressing small kisses to each others faces with giggles and whispers. He prefers to have her sleep curled against his chest, one arm wrapped around her (even if it fell asleep ages ago) so that he can run his fingers along her arm while they talk about last nights dream “have i died in my sleep and gone to heaven?  because surely your an angel” “its too early in the morning for pickup lines, Costa” “its never too early for pick up lines”

Cora - Cora wakes up first, laying on her back with Scott  practically pressed on top of her. She never really could relax, even on days off. It was always an endeavor trying to wiggle out of his grasp without him waking up and he pouts like  a puppy when he realizes shes gone. Normally Cora shoves a pillow in her place to keep him sedated  and gives him a forehead kiss, before she does her morning routine and puts on a fresh pot of coffee, making it jsut the way he likes it and leaving the cup by the bed. By the time Scott even bothers to sit up she's already pressed, dressed and watering her plants.  ”Im starting to think you love the plants more than me” ”good morning to you too, Scott. Did you sleep well?” ”yes i did. Thank you for the coffee, by the way” Peebee - Bold of you to assume PeeBee even gets up in the mornings on the days off. Shes a heavy sleeper, so  she can and will sleep in any time she gets. (She sleeps alot to regain all that goblin energy)Ryder, bless their hearts, cannot escape PeeBee’s octopus grasp, as she raps herself around them and clings to their warmth, happily snoring until its nearly noon. When she actually does wake up, she still remains in bed for another 10 minutes and always jokingly calls ryder a weirdo for watching her sleep. please, please let go peebee, they really have to pee. “i know your awake. Come on babe, my legs are going numb” “snore” “did- did you just say snore instead of actually fake snoring?”

Jaal - Jaal tends  sleep with Ryder on his chest, the skin to skin contact really does him in. He tends to be an early riser, though unlike cora hes content staying where he is. He watches them sleep, carefully running his thick fingers through their hair  committing every detail to memory as if it were the last time he will see it. He just holds them until they wake up, giving them soft rapid fire kisses (that he totally doesn't use that as a tactic to wake them up early what are you talking about). Every time Ryder cracks open their eyes they are instantly met by his vivid blue ones, grinning at them as he nuzzles their face. 

”Good morning my darling one” ”I swear if you ever wake me up in any other way i would never forgive you” ”*Chuckling* good to know” Vetra -  Early riser by nature, and usually gets out of bed instantly , even if ryder is clinging to them. However, modern problems require modern solutions and she will literally carry ryder around while doing her morning routine and checking her logs for any supplies she has to pick up. Vetra is a busy body,even on days off and it isnt untill she’s resituated on the bed when ryder wakes up, pushing her data pad down and demanding kisses “ugh do you ever stop? Can i at least get my morning kiss before you start jumping into work?” “Not with that morning breath you’re not. Go brush your teeth.” “oh, so cruel to me” 

Gil - Like PeeBee, gil tends to sleep in. Though not as late. He usually tends to take his time wake in up in increments, always ending with a big stretch and  loud, obnoxious yawn before “gracefully” flopping back down on the bed full force, causing it to bounce a bit.  Gil runs like  furnace, so Scott usual has his arms rapped around him as soon as he sits up, nuzzling into his neck befoe the two go to do their morning routings together, constantly messing with each other as they do.

“Did you just give me a shaving crème moustache?” “you look ever handsome with it” “Scott i don't even shave. And i  already have a  great beard and mustache, thank you.”

Suvi-  Suvi sleeps curled into Sara, and  Sara complains the moment she rolls away from her. Suvi is a long time practicer of “late to bed, early to rise” often sliding in and out of of bed at the weirdest fucking hours. Though is alot more difficult on days off because ryder wraps around her like a vice grip, knowing that Suvi actually doesn't have anything to do and is forced to stay in bed jsut a little longer. Suvi can easily be convinced.

“Let go, Sara. I have some reports i need to go over in the lab.” “5 more minutes” “....You’re lucky you’re cute”

Reyes -  Waking up next to Reyes was rare in itself, so you bet your ass Ryder is going to take advantage of it. Reyes wakes easily and normally slides away from Ryder without being seen or heard, leaving them feeling just a bit colder. But after things settle down, so does he, slowly but surely. If they ever do share the same bed, Reyes likes to sleep with his arms wrapped around Ryder, holding them close  to convince himself that they are actually there.  He always wakes up first, no matter what, and sits up with their head in his lap, letting them rest as he checks his omni tool, running one hand through their hair. “ Hmh- wait. Your still here?” “Dont sound so surprised to see me, amore” “Its a good kind of surprised, Reyes”

Bonus Evfra (i will never not be thirsty) - Like Vetra this man does not know the meaning of the words “a day off” and will rise with the sun in order to get to the resistance base. He wakes giving Ryder a kiss on the face before getting ready for the day, taking extra preparation to make them breakfast before he leaves and placing it on the nightstand as a form of apology, kissing them again before leaving. on the rare days Ryder actually does convince Evfra to stay in bed (usually after a long night of “passion”) he sleep on his stomach with ryder on his back (he likes to feel their weight, it grounds him) and he is content just lying there and listening to them breath with his eyes closed until they get up, placing g a kiss along his spine. “oh ho? what's this? a handsome stranger in my bed?” “Firstly this is my bed. Secondly, you just woke up how are you this annoying already?” “Good morning to you too, big blue.” 

[phytocondria]

An Adventurer's Defense

Even though @runawayface gave the option of character's having a pleasant dream, I couldn't help but go the angstier nightmare route.

Wordcount: 744

Summary: Back in the day, the Adventure's Guild was bigger and Marlon misses when the duo was a trio.

(TW: Vague mentions of fantasy violence and blood)

It always starts nice. Sometimes... well, often. It’s been so long, afterall. But there are nights that Marlon get’s to live in that half memory. Marlon's barefaced, a mane of mousy brown hair flopping into his eyes, Gil with a jet black chin strap, still as cheerful as a wet hen, but it’s a disingenuous act, and he’s rollin’ his eyes but smiling every time he gestures up at the goliath of a man between them. The old farmer, he was”old” then too. But then they were pups, and the Farmer’s in his prime. Limbs like tree trunks, he’s got a gut from good food, and there’s more pepper then any actual salt in his hair or beard, but to him and Gil, he’s an old man. They’ve all got swords on their hips, there's a huge hammer on the herculean form, a couple of daggers hidden on Marlon’s person, a well-used slingshot outta Gil’s back pocket. He’s one hell of a shot, Robin Hood with a sling, damn near perfect shot a hundred percent of the time. But it’s the .001% he cares about more, and the old fool ain’t touched one in damn near decades.

Marlon feels there’s a price to livin’ in the sweet spell of remembrance tonight. There’s always something to tell him so. Things are too bright, too in focus, colours too vibrant or too dull. Don’t matter what, but when the old Farmer asks if the two are up for a trip to the desert… Marlon hesitates. He ain’t no coward, but not today, not tonight, something ain’t right, but he keeps his mouth shut. Gil’s not hiding the grin this time, cocky and ready to show off his skills "for real” this time.

The Cavern’s dark with monsters they’ve mostly seen before if painted in new hues of danger. There's dangers they first meet there, too. It’s a thrill. That surge of adrenaline and invulnerability fueling their slashes and swings and shots. They’re doin’ good if a bit redder ‘en they started. The dread is in waitin’ for the turn. The twist away from the trio’s triumphs, and then Marlon see’s it. A woman. Pretty and soft, hair falling over a babe in her arms as she coos before they both disappear back into the dark.

Marlon looks back, and the Farmer’s entranced and that seed of doom takes root. The warhammer falls from his grip as he seems to see past the darkness. He tells them to head back, that it’s not safe, they need to be careful as he follows after the woman and child. The seed sprouts and blooms, and even if Marlon looks back to the ladder they just climbed down, he feels heat to his left and he knows Gil and him ain’t leavin’, but the behemoth’s been slain. Not with claws or fangs, but with a promise of sweetness and softness.

There’s a betrayal at the old man’s words and you don’t tell youth to go back when you want ‘em safe, ‘cause youth got a fire in their belly, and they ain’t learned to keep that fire in a furnace or a fireplace quite yet. Marlon’s since learned what pulled their friend away, even Gil eventually gains the years needed to know maybe their friend wasn’t no fool. But in the dream the two of ‘em still think gray makes a man old and not wiser. They take a path away from their friend and the woman, they’re stubborn and foolish, and it don’t matter if it’s a swarm of bats or slimes, or a team effort of ghosts and dragons, it’s always the same. The two hack and slash, til his hands winkle and Gil greys, and they get a little slower and eventually get overrun. Marlon jolts up from his bed and lets the visions mix into the darkness around him.

Once the memories and retellings fall away to the recesses of his mind, Marlon heaves himself up and climbs down. He changes into his leathers, blades in his boots and bracers, his favorite sword on his hip. Dawn is still hours away, but he heads to the mines. He’ll be back in bed, tired enough for another nap by the time morning comes around after his sweep of each floor. Marlon makes sure no bats or ghouls make it up to the first few levels and the only slimes there are green. Cause youth don’t listen when you tell them not to go.

[descendantofthesparrow]

Harry Hook x Pan! Reader - Misunderstood - oneshot

Slight canon divergence - before D3 but after D2 but more kids get invited and actually taken to Auradon and Ben gets Uma and her boys over because he’s Ben

Slight angst btw 

the necklace:

=

“IS THIS JUST A GAME TO YOU?!” Harry stared at you wide-eyed, clutching onto the stolen small bottle necklace, which held your precious pixie dust.

The last you had gotten from your dad before he died.

You took a deep breath, it caught in your throat as tears burned at your eyes “god, are you just THAT self-absorbed that you can't bother to think that people other than you have feelings?! Am I just not worthy enough you to have feelings?! Well, guess what Hook!? I HAVE FEELINGS AND IM FUCKING DONE DEALING WITH YOUR BULLSHIT!” you stormed up to the pirate and snatched the necklace from Harry, you took a deep breath, about to yell at him again, but you just snapped your mouth shut and shook your head, rubbing your eyes as you spun around and stormed away from him.

Harry watched you wide-eyed as you stormed away from him….were you…crying? Why were you crying? He thought the two of you were just having a good old fashion rivalry?

Apparently, you thought different, Harry shrunk in on himself, racking through his mind to try to find instances where you didn’t play along with his teasing.

….he couldn’t remember a single time you smiled during it.

Shit-he always thought you were playing along with him, throwing the playful insults right back and taking every prank like water off the back.

But now he knew that it wasn’t like that, he had gone too far in messing with the daughter of Peter Pan.

=

You let out a sigh, a sob cracking with your throat as you wiped the tears from your face.

When Harry Hook first came to Auradon, you had given him the same doubt you gave all the vks, that he wasn’t like his father.

And you were right….he was worse.

Constantly teasing you, insulting you and your late-father, stealing your things, and all with a big smile on his face.

Like making you feel like shit was just a game to him.

The only reason you didn’t tattle tale to FG was that you couldn’t bear him getting sent back to the isle. Even if after all he did to you, you didn’t want him to lose his chance at a good life.

You sighed, glancing down at the bottle clutched in your hand smiling in relief as you spotted no cracks or any damage.

Hopefully, Harry would leave you alone from now on, but knowing him, he would continue to make your life hell for fun.

=

As the week went on since the “Harry stealing your precious necklace” incident, the aforementioned Teen pirate hadn’t bothered you at all.

During your dreaded shared classes with him, he hadn’t even looked in your direction, instead, he sat curled up at his desk, eyes pointedly looking down at his notebook.

It was an odd but mostly welcome change.

Except for the fact that he stopped doing most things at all….which slightly worried you. He had gone from a proudly loud, chaotic, disruptive teen to a drawn-in, quiet, and only speaking when spoken to one…and while you knew you didn’t owe harry any of your worried feelings, you still did.

You did your best to ignore the pit in your chest, doing your best to ignore your growing worry for the son of Hook.

But one day

Someone knocked on your dorm room door, making you sit up from your desk confused, glancing at the clock. Almost 10pm, curfew, who would risk coming to your room this late.

Standing from your desk and walking over to your door, you unlocked it and peeked around as you opened it, eyes widening as you saw the son of Hook, standing at your door, eyes cast down and wringing his hands together.

“Hook?” you whispered, making his dull ocean blue eyes shoot to yours “what are you-what do you want?”

“i-“ Harry took a shaky breath, ruffling his hair “I jus’ came ta say…im sorry” you blinked in shock…sorry? “im sorry, I went too far in messin’ with ya, Im…im bad at reading social cues sometimes and I somehow never realized yeh weren’t having fun like I thought ye were”

“fun?” you snapped, glaring at him, Harry’s eyes widened and he waved his hands franticly.

“nonono not wha-i-shit-um,I-I thought we were just playing into a joke, like-I thought we were making fun of our parent's rivalry? Im sorry, I should have checked to make sure yeh were okay with everything”

You thought back to everything, every incident, every prank, insult, tease…..Harry was smiling a genuine smile, giggling to himself as you threw back each one, like he was having fun, like it was all a joke.

And it was, to him at least….great now you felt like shit. “look Harry im sor-“ Harry suddenly covered your mouth with his hands, his eyes wide.

“no! yeh have nothing ta be sorry fer, I wasn’t clear with meh intentions, its completely meh fault, and again, im sorry fer it.” He slowly took his hands off your mouth, giving you a sheepish smile “thas all I wanted ta say, im sorry for doing all tha’ and I’ll never do ‘em again”

You and Harry stared at each other for a moment, before Harry took a step back, glancing up and down the hallway “well….that's-tha’s it, um, bye” just as Harry turned to leave, you reached out and grabbed his jacket, stopping him from leaving. He turned to you confused, his brows furrowed “Pan?”

You smiled at him, his jaw-dropping slightly as you did “let's start over, hm?” you released his jacket and held out your hand “im (y/n) Pan”

Harry just stared at you, eyes flying between your hand and your smiling face. A small smile grew on his face as he turned to face you completely and took your hand, grinning as you started swinging them. “im Harry Hook”

“nice to meet you Harry Hook, I hope we get along” you giggled, scrunching your nose as Harry beamed, his dull eyes turning bright.

“aye, I hope so too”

You nodded, glancing at your clock and wincing “uuum, its ten o’clock” Harry's eyes widened and he leaned into your room, yelping as he glanced at your clock.

“shit! I have’ta go, bye Pan!”

“bye” you laughed, watching Harry rush back to his dorms. You snorted and backed into your room, closing the door and walking back over to your desk, sighing as you flopped in your chair and stretched “glad to finally have all that sorted out” you muttered, cracking your neck and continuing on your essay.

=

Harry slid into his room, slightly tripping over the rug and yelping, sighing as he regained his balance “whew” Harry rubbed his eyes, smiling at Gil as the other teen sat up on his bed,

“well?!” Gil pushed, leaping from his bed and speeding over to Harry, grabbing onto his shoulders “how’d it go?”

“id say she forgave meh?” Harry guessed, shrugging off Gil's hands and walking over to his dresser for his PJ’s “she smiled at me at least, but well see”

“that’s good, I’m glad your out of your slump, it was kinda sad to see you moping about like that” Gil sighed, walking back over to his bed and laying down, crossing his arms behind his head.

“aye, didn’t feel too good either” Harry muttered, shrugging on a tank top and sweatpants “well, night”

“night” Gil called back, turning off his light and getting under his covers, almost falling asleep immediately.

Harry walked to his bed and rolled under the covers, making a mental note to thank Uma for helping him figure out what to say to (y/n).

He shut off his light and pushed his head into his fluffy pillow, closing his eyes and ready for the next day.

Where hopefully he and (y/n) Pan wouldn’t be enemies anymore.

-end-

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[yellow-faerie]

Reading a book together for Maedhros and anyone you choose!

Your writing is amazing and poignant and I love it-@outofangband

Thank you so much @outofangband! It means so much to me that someone loves what I write!

I was just thinking of a scene between Maedhros and Gil-Galad (feat. Fingon) about reading and the like so that is what I shall write (sorry it’s a few more characters than asked - I’m in a very family mood at the mo)! From this prompt list.

♝ - Reading a book together

It is a gloomy day.

This is most certainly not unnatural for Himring. When it is not raining or snowing or, worst of all, hailing, it is like this: a faint drizzle hanging in the air that sticks to your skin and makes Maedhros’ hair spring out of its binding in ridiculous little curls.

The most disappointing part of the grey sky is that it is meant to be summer. Maedhros has had three separate letters from three separate members of his extended family which all mention their own fair weather far too much and with far too much joy.

He blows a lock of springy hair out of his face and when it falls back, he scowls.

With a growing ire, he pulls open the door into the north tower with a bit too much force and surprises a young kitchen hand as they exit, carrying a large tray.

Maedhros makes sure they have the tray quite secure before holding the door open for them to pass by.

Gwilmon, Maedhros believes their name to be, another Avari escapee of Angband: a border patrol found them a few months back and Idralas put them under the oversight of Dineth.

They looked healthy.

He can’t contemplate this long before he is interrupted by the quiet thud-thud-thud of small feet making their way downstairs.

Maedhros lets out a soft sigh and fixes as gentle a frown as he can on his face as his young son appears. He has been growing recently, his pyjama trousers not even brushing his ankles anymore. His hair is a mess, fuzzy and sticking from its braid at lopsided angles, and he holds onto the foot of the rabbit toy Caranthir made for his naming ceremony.

He rubs his eyes tiredly and Maedhros would think the sight cute if not for the fact that it is past midnight and Ereinion should really be in bed.

“Velcafinwë, what are you doing out of bed?” He asks, coming forward.

Ereinion shakes his head despite this not being a yes/no type question.

“Tired,” He mumbles, flopping down onto one of the steps and half-closing his eyes.

“I am sure you are. It’s very late.” Maedhros swoops down to scoop his son into his arms.

Ereinion sticks his thumb into his mouth, leaning his head against Maedhros’ shoulder. “Said you would read me a story.”

Maedhros winces. He had said that over supper and he had meant to be finished with that business with Lothíriel much earlier. Only, the issue with the housing she had brought up had been much more serious than Maedhros had initially thought it would end up being and he had got caught up in meetings and conversations and...

He says none of this to his exhausted child.

“I’m sorry Velco,” He whispers, pressing a kiss to the top of Ereinion’s curly head. “I will read you two chapters tomorrow to make up for it.”

“No. Read tonight.” Ereinion frowns up at his father. “You promised.”

Maedhros shifts his weight on his hip. “That I did. But bed first.”

Ereinion is already dropping off when Maedhros peels him from around his neck and tucks him into his bed but, true to his word, he picks up the story book from the bedside table.

He kicks off his boots and perches himself precariously on the edge of the bed, one leg hanging off the edge and the other stretched over the blanket. Ereinion automatically snuggles up beside him, laying his head on Maedhros’ lap to be able to see the pictures.

Maedhros begins to read, his arm wrapped around Ereinion. He uses his gentle, bedtime voice and it is not long at all before Ereinion lets out a soft sigh and is asleep.

Maedhros doesn’t quite want to move as he trails off in the middle of his sentence and places the book back onto the bedside table.

Alas, he does not want to cause his husband or his partner any worry. Leaning down, he presses a soft kiss to the top of Ereinion’s head and - as carefully as he can - he edges his son off his lap and back onto the bed.

Ereinion makes a soft noise and shifts in his sleep. Maedhros freezes for a long moment, silently praying to the Valar, Illúvatar and any other higher power he can think of that he will not wake up. Knowing Ereinion, he would end up staying awake for another few hours and he’s already going to be exhausted come morning.

Thankfully, someone must have heard him, for Ereinion shuffles only a moment longer before settling down, sprawled across the bed.

Maedhros smiles, picks up his boots and tiptoes from the room, avoiding that one squeaky floorboard.

He gets out into the corridor to come face-to-face with Fingon.

“Oh that’s where you were. We were beginning to be concerned.”

Maedhros winces at how loud his voice is in the almost silent hallway. “I just got Velco to go to sleep,” He says rather pointedly, glancing over at the closed door.

“Ah, sorry.” Fingon lowers his voice. “Have you been there all this time?”

“No.” Maedhros takes Fingon’s hand in his. “There was an incident with leaking roofs that I had to deal with. I forgot I told Velco that I would read to him tonight.”

“He waited up again, didn’t he? I swear I did put him to bed and turned out his lights.”

“He’s learnt to turn them back on then.” Maedhros squeezes Fingon’s hand. “It’s my fault really. I should-”

Fingon lets out a huff, cutting him off. “I don’t think there was anything you could do in this situation. You read to him most nights - he’ll realise soon enough that sometimes things come up.”

“He’s 7 Finno. I think we’ve a way to go before that happens.”

“Then we’ll wait. We have all the time in the world.”

Maedhros must make a face at that declaration for Fingon rises up on his toes to press a soft kiss to Maedhros’ cheek.

“Come on. We’ll talk about it later when we’re all less tired. And maybe Idralas has something to input.”

“When has she not?” Maedhros asks as he is led down the corridor and Fingon laughs.

It is one of the most beautiful sounds in the world, Maedhros thinks.

[mrs-hollandstan]

Make Me Love You || Frat Boy!Tom [eighteen]

Warnings: smut in the beginning (18+), oral (f + m recieving), fingering, language, one daddy kink joke towards the end, talk of therapy & parental issues

Word Count: 5,777

Author's Note: There isn't much to say but I hope you guys are still enjoying and I hope my tags are working :)

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The next few days are spent mostly together, during the day and mostly for meals. Tom was adamant on taking you out when the girls didn't cook and facetiming you when they did. But Saturday night you were out at a local pizza parlor just the two of you, sitting for hours just talking and laughing like you'd never left. And he had talked you into staying the night at the frat house Sunday, closer to your first class of the semester. 

Tom is giddy as you move around each other in his room Sunday night. His smile doesn't fade from the time you close yourself inside with dinner to the time you're climbing in bed and snuggling down into his sheets. His arm wraps around you, lips pressed to your forehead, 

"I have to admit, I missed your scent more than anything." You mutter into his skin. He chuckles, 

"I missed your smell too. There's nothing like it." He whispers, lips wandering your temple and cheek, lulling you to sleep. You tighten your arms around him, 

"I love you." You murmur. He smiles against your skin, 

"Love you too baby." He says, playing with your hair to further lull you to sleep. He stays awake like he does most nights, staring up at the ceiling with his fingers gently tracing up your arm. There's nothing like you draped across him and he can't help but relish in the moment until sleep consumes him finally. 

He wakes early Monday morning, glancing down at your sleeping figure on your back beside him. His body heat and the heat from two blankets above you has forced you to brush the blankets down your body, your leg folded and exposing a great amount of your thigh. Tom takes a deep breath, yawning and pulling himself up to his elbow. He swallows, holding the blanket up from your body to stare at the soft skin of your legs. One of them was draped over his own last night before you went to sleep, but he hadn't thought about how much he missed every aspect about you. He licks his lips, drawing himself from bed and stretching. He hums as he stares down at you, rounding the end of the bed with a huff. 

Crawling up beside your leg, he leans in to kiss the inside of your knee, hand roaming your thigh. His eyes find yours as you whimper in your sleep, shifting. Kissing further up, he draws your underwear down just a little to kiss your hipbone, before brushing his shirt up to just under your breasts, kissing across your stomach and ribs, slowly stirring you. You stretch your arms above you as he creeps back down between your now straightened legs, hands holding the outside of your thighs as he focuses between them. You groan, pressing your hands to his headboard for a moment before glancing down to find him crouched between your legs. The movement has his eyes darting up to yours, dark and full of lust. His eyes crinkle as he smiles, 

"Good morning." He mumbles against your skin. You hum, drawing yourself up to your elbows to watch him, 

"Hi. Why are you down there?" He chuckles, 

"Your shirt rode up overnight and I just... couldn't help myself." He admits, kissing more of your skin. His eyes meet yours again before he swallows and draws himself up, fingers falling around the hem of your panties, 

"I- is this okay? I'll be okay with the kissing I woke you up with." He ensures with a smile. You return it before nodding and lifting your hips. He draws your underwear down, tossing them on the floor before he leans in with no time wasted to slide his tongue between your folds. You gasp, Tom's arms looping under your thighs as you press your feet to the bed. He hums, scooting closer when your back arches, 

"Ahh fuck. Uhh-" You whine out, shirt riding up further, the bottom of your breasts exposed to Tom. He reaches up to brush the material from your skin, grabbing onto a breast and holding it as he slides his tongue between your folds continuously, circling your clit with the muscle. You grasp the pillow in your hands, whimpering as Tom devours you. Your lashes flutter as Tom's hand slips down and two fingers slip inside of you, drawing a rather loud cry from your lips. You reach up to press your hand over your mouth, Tom dragging your wrist from your face, 

"Don't. I missed those noises and fuck all the people in this house." He mumbles, pumping his fingers. You whimper and moan through his ode, knawing your lip as you chase your high, 

"Fuck that feels so good." You moan, threading your fingers through his free hand, squeezing as he pumps his fingers in and out of you quickly, tongue circling your clit. You whimper, back arching again as your body burns, 

"Fuck Tom." You mutter, moving your hips against his face. Unknowing to you, his hand has slipped down into his sweats and boxers, hand wrapped around himself as your fingers, previously occupied by his, slip into his hair. He pumps his cock, gasping and whimpering himself as it twitches in his palm. He moans, watching you grasp his sheets in your free hand. Tom squeezes himself, pumping faster. He wants to cum too, just after you. You whimper again, gasping as his fingers curl inside of you, gently nudging your g-spot as Tom pushes you closer and closer to your high. Your back arches once more before you whimper again, 

"Tommy, I'm gonna cum." You whine out, Tom lifting his head,

"Cum for me sweet thing." He rasps out, fingers darting in and out of you quickly. His thumb comes up to circle your clit, fist wrapped tight around his cock as he chases his own high. You whimper, reaching up to press both hands to the headboard before your body convulses and you cum, crying out Tom's name as he connects his mouth to you again. You whine, closing your thighs around his head, 

"Fuck Tommy." You mumble. He hums before sitting up, trying to hide his hand in his sweats before you catch him, fingers falling around his wrist to drag him back on the bed. He lays down, hand paused, watching you crawl to your knees and start at his sweats, 

"You don't have t-"

"I want to. I missed it." You admit, tugging his sweats and boxers off. He licks his lips, playing with the sleeve of his shirt on your body, 

"Take this off for me." He poses softly. You do as you're told, quickly tossing it aside as he tucks an arm behind his head. A soft whimper slips from between his lips as you take him into your mouth finally, his body crying out in relief. You both went from sex every week to no sex for three weeks, so he really doesn't care how fast he cums. You bob your head quickly, vibrant Y/E/C eyes staring up at him. Hair falls in your face which he reaches up to brush aside, holding against the side of your head, 

"Fuck." Tom mutters, toes curling as you hollow your cheeks. His eyes flutter shut, back arching. You swirl your tongue, lapping at the tip which sends his body into convulsions, 

"Ahh fuck Y/N." He hisses, gathering your hair in a fist and pressing you down like he knows you like. You gag a few times, reaching up to fondle his balls and help him reach his high. The gasp that leaves his lips makes you smile, hollowing your cheeks once more before he cums, toes curling again as he lets out a moan. You pause, swallowing all her offers before you pull up, setting his now softening cock down and lunging into his lap. Your arms wrap around his neck, his around your waist, 

"Thanks." He mutters, turning you both to lay you in bed,

"Thank you. If it wasn't for you giving you probably would've never received." You admit. He smiles, laying beside you in bed, 

"I wasn't sure how willing you'd be to do any of that." He remarks, stroking up your bare back with light fingertips. You shrug, 

"I'm hard up for it too now. It's not just you." You tell him, stroking his curls down. He nods,

"I know I just... I know that for sex it'll take time to get back into. That's something so vulnerable and something that is kinda what started all this bullshit of you going away." He says softly. You rub your thumb across his cheek, 

"But we'll get there. You and I are working on it. We'll get back to the way we were, I promise." You reassure. He nods, staring down at you. You trace his freckles, listening to him sigh,

"I should get going. I got an early class." He mutters. You smile and nod, 

"Great. So you... give and get head from me and now you're gonna bail?" You joke. He chuckles, 

"I've got a busy day. I got Drama II this morning, my first therapy session and then Scene Studying." He explains, leaving you in bed as he finds clean clothes in his closet. He emerges in a black tee, windbreaker and jeans, 

"You've got Physics with Gil and Phoebe today huh?" You nod, sitting up on your elbows to watch him brush his hair and find his watch, 

"Yeah and Phoebe was talking about meeting up with Keaton for lunch. I've only got that class today but she's got that and Stats." You inform as he spritzes some cologne on, coming to sit beside you on his bed, 

"Don't forget about our date tonight by the way. It's a big surprise and I seriously don't want either of us screwing it up." He admits, holding your hand in his. You nod, 

"It won't be. I haven't forgotten." You reassure, climbing from the sheets to climb into his lap. He chuckles, holding your naked body over his,

"I love you." He mumbles. You smile, 

"I love you more Holland." You remark, flopping into his lap. He chuckles again, watching you waller in his lap for a moment, 

"You're crazy. I always miss you love." You smile up at him, 

"I'm like your own personal cat." He hums and nods down at you,

"I'm so close to stayin because of it. Just cuddle you back into bed," he checks his watch, "but I gotta go. Have fun with Gil and Phoebs for me? It'll seriously put me at ease in therapy if I know you're having a good first day back." He admits. You hum, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, his hands wandering your bare skin, 

"You don't have to worry about me ya know. I'll be alright by myself." You tell him. He nods, 

"I know but... I just don't want you to be alone or anything. I want you to have a good time always." 

"And I do. I'll be fine." You tell him, stroking his cheek before climbing from his lap and finding your panties to slide up your legs. He stands, looking you over as you find a bra you'd brought before he walks forward, wrapping his arms around you, 

"I wish you were just naked with me more often. You're stunning love." He remarks. You shake your head with a smile, 

"Don't you have things to be doing?" You ask, stroking up his arms. He hums, 

"Once again, I know when I'm not wanted." He mutters in your ear, listening to you giggle. His arms leave your body and he turns to leave but before he can get too far, you turn and grab his jacket, pulling his body back into yours. He presses into you, smile on his lips as you rest one of your forearms on his shoulder, running your fingers through his hair, 

"I think you're the one we have to worry about. Not only is this your first day in a regular-ish semester where you don't switch halfway through and you're doing what you love and now you're going to therapy. I want you to have a good day." You tell him, brushing his hair aside. He lays his forehead against yours again, 

"I already woke my girlfriend up with oral, got oral from said girlfriend AND I'm going on a date with her tonight. I think I'll be A okay. I'm just ready for tonight." He admits. You smile, squeezing him when your arms slip around his middle, 

"Me too." Reaching down you gently pat his bottom, 

"Now get outta here. Text me when you get outta classes and where you're headed?" You ask. He nods, jokingly saluting you, 

"Aye aye captain." He mutters before slipping from his bedroom and leaving you alone. You huff, fishing your jeans and jacket from your bag. When you're ready, you find Gil leaning on the banister, keys in hand as he stares down at two of the other boys playing ping pong. He glances up at the movement, 

"Ready?" You nod, smiling as he gestures down the stairs and follows you out of the house. He smiles at you as he climbs in the driver's seat of his truck and you in his passenger seat, 

"To the second half of our Junior Year then?" You smile and nod, 

"Hell yeah. And to... no more relationship issues." You mutter. Gil chuckles as he pulls from the curb, 

"Well... from the sounds of it this morning, you don't have that to worry about that anymore doll." He mutters. You gasp, 

"Gil!" He chuckles as you squeal. 

                                  ---

Following your first Physics class of the semester, you, Gil, Phoebe, and eventually Keaton are settled into a cafe on campus, falling back into the normalcy of being together with everything back on track. Of course you kept checking your phone, waiting for the message that Tom was out of therapy, and each of your friends had their chance to discuss how it was going since you'd gotten back. You couldn't tell them much about his therapy because he hadn't gone, and he hadn't led you into much but you were proud of him, and you planned on expressing that every chance you got. 

Following your cafe date, you and Phoebe walk back to your dorm, Phoebe sitting in with you as you get ready for your date with Tom. After a while, you receive the text that he's out of his Scene Studying course and heading back to the frat house to get ready before tonight. Phoebe smiles as she watches you wring your hands and take deep breaths before she follows you out to the kitchen, watching you open the liquor cabinet and find the half empty bottle of vodka, 

"What are you so nervous about? It's the same idiot you've been seeing for the past year and he gave you head this morning." She remarks, leaning against the doorframe. You snort, 

"Right but... we've always been surrounded by people everywhere we went and now we'll be alone in a restaurant or something. I just... I don't know why my nerves are through the roof, they just are." You admit, throwing the shot back and recapping the bottle. You sigh, leaning against the counter and closing your eyes before there's a knock at the door. You jump, listening to Phoebe snort before she reaches behind her to open it, glancing over her shoulder at the brunette, 

"Sup dork?" She poses. Tom smiles as he steps in and closes the door behind him, looking you over. His eyes catch the bottle beside you, 

"You alright?" You nod, 

"Just... anxious." You admit. He nods in return, walking into the kitchen and leaning against the counter beside you, 

"There's nothing to be anxious about babe, it's just us." He reassures. You nod, 

"I know just... it's the first time it'll be JUST us ya know, in a while. We've normally got our friends around us. I dunno though. It's weird." He nods, not wanting to push further before he sighs, 

"You ready to go at least?" He asks. You nod, 

"Lemme just get my bag." You mutter before you walk past him, headed to your room. When you return, he's still leaned against the counter, glancing to you as he and Phoebe talk. You smile, leaning against the doorway, 

"Ready." You inform. He nods again, standing straight and walking forward to bid his goodbyes to Phoebe and follow you from the dorm. He sighs as he walks behind you, following you out into the cool air. He smiles as you tip your head back and take a deep breath, 

"I get where you're coming from but you don't have to be nervous around me. I'm not gonna kill ya." 

"No, I know. I guess it's just that we've always been around people when we're together, at least as far as... me being back. This is our first outing alone and I think my body still isn't recovered from the fiasco. It feels like I'm trying not to panic at the idea of being stuck somewhere without help if... what I know won't happen, happens just has me on edge." You elaborate. He nods in understanding, 

"I get it. And that's alright. I have no problem with you feelin like that even if you and I both know you don't have to feel that way with me." He reassures. You nod, glancing over your shoulder at him as you saunter through the quad. You smile at him, slowing your step to nudge his arm with yours,

"I know. I think I'll be okay." You tell him. He smiles and nods,

"I think so too." He says softly. You cock your head, staring at him, 

"You're wearing the same outfit you did the morning of that first golf tournament I went to." He smiles, 

"Am I?" He asks jokingly. He chuckles as you nod, looping your arm in his, 

"Green waffle cut long sleeve shirt thingy, the black pants, the tennis shoes, the backwards hat. What have you got planned for me Holland?" You ask. He chuckles again and shakes his head, sliding his hand into yours after a moment, 

"If I tell you I have to kill you so... I'm not gonna tell ya." He remarks, leading you to his car. Once inside and back on the road, his hand has slid into yours, holding it as he drives you in silence along a familiar path. You smile, 

"Tom..." He smiles, glancing up at you, 

"What?" He poses like he's oblivious. You roll your eyes, 

"I think I know where you're taking me." You murmur. He chuckles, 

"Alright. I'm not gonna kill ya if you figure it out, I was just saying I'd have to kill you if I told you." He remarks, glancing your way again. You hold his hand, bringing it up to your lips and kissing the back of it. He smiles again, pulling into the dirt lot of the same diner from your first "date" following the first golf match you attended. You stare up at the sign, Tom reaching out to stroke your hair down, 

"I figured we could be all sentimental from that first morning." He tells you. You glance over at him, 

"And so... you wore that same outfit when we talked about not being able to be friends and you caught me staring at you." You state. Tom smiles wider and nods, 

"And look at that, I was right, we can't be friends because you're too much for me and vice versa darling." He chides before he climbs from the car and walks around the front to open your door for you. He leads you up the steps, holding the restaurant's door open and following you inside, 

"Our booth is open." He mutters in your ear as he leans in, arms wrapped around your body and lips pressed into your hair. The waitress directs you to sit wherever so you lead Tom to that same booth in the corner, watching him sit across from you. He sighs, reaching out to take your hand in his. He plays with your fingers, eyes wandering the other patrons and the waitresses bustling about the somewhat quiet and dimly lit diner, 

"To be completely honest with you babe, I like when it's just us. It's super soothing to me." He says, still looking around the room. You smile, 

"Yeah?" He nods, smiling when he finds your eyes, 

"Yeah. I feel like there's less pressure to be like the other couples in the room." He says with a laugh. You cock your head,

"Ya know, it was super inconsiderate of me to say that I... wanted a relationship like Harrison and Ivey's. We're unique and I think it's fucking stupid to wanna be like someone else. If I'm honest, I like that we keep things interesting, ya know?"

"I hardly think cheating is interesting in the way you want." He mutters. You shrug,

"Well that part no, but all our bullshit quirks like you and your dad and me and my... presumptive, fairy tale nature. It's not fair to you and to our relationship." You admit. He rubs his fingertips along yours, lips pressed in a tight line, head slightly cocked. He's quiet for a moment before movement draws his eyes to a waitress preparing herself to approach you, 

"I say we... get some waffles and bacon and then share a chocolate shake." He states, never finding your eyes. You nod, 

"Sounds like a plan to me." He smiles, following the waitress with his eyes as she approaches and takes your order. When she leaves, Tom looks down at your hands again. He sighs before looking up,

"How was your first day back?" He changes the topic. You search his chocolate eyes, 

"Good. Physics is... intimidating but it was nice being with Gil and Phoebe. I didn't realize he was so funny." You say with a smile. Tom returns it, 

"Yeah, he's pretty outgoing. I think you'll find the more you hang out with him, the more people will recognize him and say hi. Like, just in the halls." He remarks, finally seeming comfortable now that you're off the topic of your relationship. You giggle,

"Our little social butterfly." Tom laughs,

"Yeah, can you believe he was the same guy that said girls with daddy issues give good head that night we kissed for the first time?" He asks with a chuckle. You giggle louder, 

"Not at all. But... do I?" You ask, raising an eyebrow. Tom snorts, 

"Why do our conversations always turn to sex?" He poses softly. You click your tongue,

"You act like you don't love it." You purr, watching Tom lick his lips before he huffs and stands, rounding the table and sliding into the booth beside you. You brush hair over your shoulder, avoiding his eyes which are cast down on your face, admiring every fiber of your being. After another moment, you glance up, lashes fluttering in a way that sends Tom's stomach into flips. You giggle yet again as he visibly pales slightly and he sucks in a breath, 

"God you're beautiful." He mumbles before his hand comes up to cradle your cheek, lips coating yours after another moment as one of your own hands drops against his thigh to steady yourself. His tongue glides along your bottom lip before he pulls back, stroking his thumb across your cheek, 

"I do love it. I do love the sex talk because sex has been embedded in me to mean comfort for so fucking long and I can't... t-this body and all of it is too much and I just really... I really do love you and I love the... thought of you naked all the time and I don't know what's wrong with me." He says with a groan. You frown,

"Who said it's wrong?" You ask him, letting him play with your hair as he drapes his arm across the back of the booth. He clicks his tongue,

"Good men don't sexualize women." 

"Uhm excuse me, I'm your girlfriend and I'm like... 110% okay with it. And if I remember correctly, one of the times we did it before this shitshow, I begged for it." You say in his ear. He chuckles, reaching out to rub across your leg. You reach up to play with the hair that sticks out of his hat,

"You didn't answer my question." You mutter. He cocks his head, eyebrows raising a little, 

"Do I give good head?" You repeat. He chuckles again, 

"Aah, the money question. Uhh, yes, yes you do. I find that... I really enjoy when you hollow your cheeks." He admits. You hum, twirling hair around your index finger. You smile and lean in to kiss his cheek, 

"You do huh?" He nods, 

"Yeah." He mutters, leaning into your touch. You press your lips to his temple, basking in the silence for a moment, 

"Anyways, moving on, how uhh, how was your day?" You ask. He nods, letting out a breath and reaching out to wipe his hands on his pants, 

"Good. I like both courses, the professors are actually really cool. But I feel like if you're an art teacher like that, you have to be chill, ya know?" You nod with a smile, 

"Right." He nods,

"So yeah, it should be a good semester," he says. You both know you're waiting for another addition from today, "and uhh... therapy went... well. I mean, for someone that has never been, but uhm, h-he's cool I guess. He gave me some good advice about all kinds of stuff. I dunno, it's definitely gonna take more sessions for it to get through ya know?" He spits out. You nod again, 

"Yeah. I'm proud of you." You tell him. He focused on his thumb rubbing over your knee for another moment before his eyes find yours and he glances down at your lips, 

"Yeah?" You smile and nod, 

"Yeah. A lot of people can't find the courage to go to therapy. They spend the rest of their lives and all of their happiness coming up with excuses not to do it and some of those that do go end up going once and don't like hearing the truth, it scares the shit out of them and they don't go back. But you... you're doing well and you plan on going back and that is what makes me proud of you." You elaborate. He smiles, playing with a straw wrapper.  You rub your hand across his shoulder, 

"Seriously Tom." He nods, eyes finding yours again, 

"I know. That means the world to me." He admits, searching your eyes as one of your hands continues to rub across his back, the other placed on his leg. His smile hasn't faded and he sighs, 

"I do it for you ya know. You're my girl and... I don't ever want you to forget that. Going to therapy is my way of telling you that I'll spend the rest of my life doing what makes you happy. As much as... you say you don't need a man providing for you, I wanna do just that. I want us to have that perfect relationship. Maybe not like Harrison and Ivey but... I want to be able to give you our own version of a perfect relationship with no fucking problems." He tells you. You smile, leaning in to kiss the corner of his mouth, 

"And I want that for you too. You deserve love, not a one night stand Tom." You remind. He nods with the same smile on his lips, reaching down to place his hand over your knee,

“Yeah.” He all but mutters. Laying your head against his shoulder, he lays his own head over yours,

“The first thing we talked about was my dad.” He admits. You smile,

“And how do you feel after that?” He shrugs, 

“Better. I think he’s the source of most of my problems if I’m honest.” He says. You don’t want to push him on the topic of therapy. What he talks about with a therapist might not be something he’s ready to open up about to you, maybe ever, but as long as he gets it out. He sighs again as your eyebrows furrow and you raise your head, 

"Would you say he's one of the reasons you sleep around?" You ask. He scoffs, 

"He's the only reason I sleep around Y/N." 

"Why?" You ask. He hums, rubbing his index finger across the rim of the cup he's drinking from, 

"When I was home, I had girlfriends and I'd bring them home and my dad would… be fine with them at first, like he was with you but the more they're around, the more time he has to study them, the more he picks them apart, find reasons for them to not be daughter-in-law material. Ya know, I've got all kinds of things planned out in my life through him and why not a wife? I mean, I can keep going through each girl in my fucking town and maybe he'll find one he likes. But… I moved away and sleeping around means that when the holidays roll around, I don't have to go home with a girl and face him with them. And I don't have to have my heart caught in the middle should she be denied by my dad like the others are." He explains. You snort, 

"Where do I come into this?" He smiles, looking down at you again, 

"Well one, I'm sick of confirming. That was confirmed when I wanted to change my whole fucking semester around-"

"So you knew you wanted change before me?" 

"Yeah, I just… didn't have the push to do it. When you came around I did. But anyways, secondly, going back to where you come in, everyone primarily keeps to themselves and no one says anything about girls that come in and out of my bedroom but when you came around, it was like a light switch was flipped. Harrison wouldn't shut the fuck up about you and me taking control and just asking you out. You put those two things together and suddenly, yes, you're a challenge for me, but it isn't just about the chase with you darling." He adds, eyes finding yours. You hum, 

"I see." He nods, 

"You're just that irresistible angel." He half jokes, leaning back into you. He throws his arm around your shoulders, drawing you in to kiss your temple, 

"And I wouldn't have it any other way darling. I think you make me a better man." He says. You lay your head against his shoulder, 

"I love you more than anything. I would love for us to live together here in Washington dissing our daddies." 

"I'll be your new daddy." He quickly jokes, listening to you giggle as you swat his thigh. He laughs along before he brushes your hair aside, 

"No, but seriously, I would love to live together, doing what we love. I wanna spend the rest of my life with you, I know that much." He tells you. Your laughing subsides as you glance up at him. Rubbing your hand along his thigh, you lean in and kiss his cheek, 

"Me too. Anywhere you go I'll follow lover." You tell him, waiting until his eyes meet yours before you lean in the rest of the way to kiss his lips softly. He smiles into it, reaching up to rub his thumb across your cheek. When you lean back, he sighs, 

"I'll never get enough of you." He mutters. You giggle again, 

"Same here my little London Boy." You coo, pulling back from him as the waitress approaches with the waffles you had ordered with a smile on her face at the look of the two of you. 

Nearly another hour passes and the diner almost completely clears out before you and Tom are finished and heading back out to his car. He trudges slowly towards it, your hand in his as he breathes in the frigid air, your eyes cast up to the beautiful face you've come to love. That crooked nose, those soft lips, his jaw and throat that you always kiss across. And those soft chocolate eyes and curls sometimes hiding the ears you like to play with. His eyes find yours, drawn from the moon, 

"What?" He asks. You smile,

"Nothing. I just love you. You're beautiful and I can never get over it." He smiles, letting out an airy laugh, 

"So what do you reckon, our kids'll be perfect cause you're gorgeous darling." He chides. You smile, swinging your hands and nodding, 

"Yeah I think so. I'd love little brown eyed babes with you." You tell him, leaning into his chest when he opens the passenger side door. He sighs, hands placed over your lower back as he leans back into the side of his car, 

"I could go for that." He mutters, leaning in to kiss you again. You hum before stepping out of his arms and into his car, letting him close the door. You watch him hurry around the front, climbing in beside you and turning the car on, 

"Another successful date. And now back to life." He remarks with yet another sigh, 

"Actually," he turns his head to look at you, "if you're up for it, we could go sit somewhere else. I'm not ready to go home yet." You admit, watching his eyes sparkle as he stares at you, 

"Yeah?" You nod, smile widening, 

"If you're lucky, I'll let you set up your little oasis in the backseat." He chuckles, turning the key in the ignition, 

"Lucky for you, I have the perfect place to charm your pants off." Your smile stays as you stare at him for another moment before reaching across to thread your fingers through his hair. He hums, pulling from the dirt lot and reaching up to take your hand in his. He laces his fingers with yours, dragging the back of yours up to his lips to kiss. He leaves his lips pressed to your skin, making your heart flutter further, the smile never leaving your lips and the full heart feeling you always get with Tom has returned, the light back in both of you now that he knows he hasn't lost you. And he doesn't intend to ever again.

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