#last night I kept catching myself expecting her to snuggle against me while I was reading

[starstruckpurpledragon]

So today's shenanigans with insulation replacement.

The insulation truck arrived on time. But being a regular truck (which are bigger than they need to be, lets face it) + a trailer... this was bigger than yesterday's moving truck sized truck. (Pretty sure it was a moving van/moving truck TBH.)

So not enough space to park out front. They go to park in the back but it's too awkward to park in the driveway. They consider leaving it temporarily in the alley way but one of my neighbors has already complained about it blocking their way. I have my suspicions which one it was, but the crew didn't want to thrown anyone under the bus/start neighborhood drama. Which I do appreciate since I've done a fairly good job of staying out of the neighborhood dramas. (I actually managed to make friends with the neighbor my dad pissed off when I moved in. Reminding him of his own daughter probably helped. But that is how hard I seek to avoid neighborhood drama.) So they now have the truck + trailer parked mostly in my side yard.

Which was, at least, fun to watch happen. They're very good at maneuvering that truck + trailer. That is a skill and they are a great team. While I'm not thrilled by the yard getting torn up, I'm not upset about it either and it is something we all discussed before they did it. I mean... worst comes to worst, there's some damage to the sprinkler system that needs repairing. The owner of the company will work with me to get that repaired. And then any big divits in the yard caused by the wheels I can add dirt to in order to even things back out. The grass will grow back in time.

It's a deal, but not exactly a big one.

[existslikepristin]

Please, No Virginity Puns

The most recent thing I posted before tumblr. It was on Choerry's birthday, and I am proud of that.

Tags: TheLounge, Loona, Choerry, male reader insert, it's her birthday!, 100% butt stuff, I ate a thesaurus

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It didn’t matter what you had to say anymore. Choerry was already on top of you, nude and keeping you muted with her tongue. How did you get there?

Well, moments prior, you were sitting next to Choerry at your small dinner table. She’s always insisted on sitting as close to you as possible in order to enable near-constant snuggling. It’s gotten a little annoying here and there, but you can’t help but concede to her innocent demands whenever she smiles.

Of course, and not that you’ve ever complained about this, that’s not to say that her demands aren’t always entirely innocent. Most of the time they are, but not always.

That day, for example, you woke her up with breakfast in bed. It wasn’t tradition, but you were just getting her back for the last time she did it for you. And what better day to present her, prone, with a pancake, pulverized potato, and porridge parfait platter… with toppings… than her birthday?!

It can be hard to tell if Choerry is acting or not at times, but you’d like to think that her cartoonish level of enthusiasm for the treat was entirely real. She carried that sunshine throughout the rest of your day, skipping through the park, greeting everybody on the way to, inside, and on the way out of The Lounge, at the surprise party that you helped all of her members get her with, and when she dragged you to her room.

Not a drop of alcohol had touched her lips that night, so it was all the more surprising when she shoved you onto her bed and stated matter-of-factly-but-also-vaguely that she wanted you to put a thing in her butt. Her words came out of her mouth like shimmery soap bubbles.

You had to pause for a moment to process her words. You were certainly up for some sexy times with Choerry. You had anticipated it was going to happen when she put your hand down her pants near the end of the birthday party with no attempt at subtlety. But her exact word choices had you rubbing your temples out of exasperation, even as she stripped herself down to her ridiculously cherry red lingerie.

Your chance to admire that rare view was lost to history, however. She removed the lingerie from her body while she claimed your lips. Your disappointment at not getting the opportunity to remove it yourself quickly faded when she popped back up though.

Her breasts were as perky as her attitude, and also your dick. She was quick to notice the latter and made quick work of your clothes too. She sighed satisfactorily at the sight of your sword and stooped to supply it with a suck and some slickening slobber, so you suspected the sex was starting summarily; more swiftly than standard, it seemed.

Concerned for her well being, you made sure to ask if she had lube available. Again, you weren’t going to complain about her gusto, but she lacked the anal experience that some of your mutual friends had, at least you assumed. Sure enough, there was a bottle mere feet from her reach in her drawer. She grabbed it and jumped back on top of you, pouring it generously over her ass crack and your cock with surprising accuracy for someone so engaged with a hot and heavy kiss.

You were sure you had something to say on the matter. Perhaps some additional words of caution, maybe some other words of encouragement. It didn’t matter what you had to say anymore. Choerry was already on top of you, nude and keeping you muted with her tongue. How did you-- come back around to the exact same thought that the story began with?

“It’s okay, right?”

You attempted to blink away your stupefaction. “O-okay?”

“Mhm! For me to… you know!” She leaned in and whispered directly into your ear, “Put your penis in my butt.”

Ah, yes. The demand that you had nearly forgotten in her flurry of kisses, now slightly reworded to include your dick in the equation. “Yeah, why wouldn’t it be?”

“Just checking!”

“We’ve… done this before.”

“I know!” Choerry swooped back in to continue kissing you, implying that she had no intention of expounding further. Her fingers wrapped around your cock, massaging the whole length to ensure that the lube had maximum coverage.

Your breath caught as you felt her readjusting you, tapping you around between her legs as she tried to match you up with her intended target purely via exploration. Your cock was ground between her ass cheeks, the tip slid over her clit, and dipped briefly into her pussy. A groan was the only complaint you could give to only being given a half second of her fantastic heat.

You didn’t have to wait long to get it back. Her ass opened up to the pressure she applied against it with your dick, but exceptionally slowly. Choerry released a series of little exclamations into your mouth as she pushed. She tossed the lube bottle to the side and snatched your hand, curling her fingers into your palm.

Finally, the last pop came, and was followed by a short slide. With no more manual guidance necessary, she grabbed your other hand as well, which promptly slipped out of her grip considering the amount of lube present.

Choerry released you from your kissy bliss to look at her slippery hand, a mixture of anger and amusement on her face. She tried a couple more times to hold your hand with it, but you liked this look. You easily slithered your hand out from under hers every time she slapped down. It was like watching a cat trying to catch a laser pointer.

It was just another reminder that no matter how deep inside Choerry you may physically be, she’ll never stop bringing a goofy-ass smile to your face.

Finally, you relented and entwined your fingers with hers, locking your knuckles together so you wouldn’t fall apart. She glared down into your eyes, but a grin still crept through. “Thank you,” she said, lips tight and nose scrunched up.

With you fully in her grasp, Choerry straightened herself up, allowing you the opportunity to look up and down her sublime figure. Though her movement caused her to cause you to penetrate her a bit further which caused her to flinch slightly, she kept herself aloft on her knees to not go too far all at once. She closed her eyes and took a series of deep breaths there, as calmly as if she was meditating.

As much as you wanted to go ham on her ham, you didn’t want to hurt her, so you contented yourself with watching her chest rise and fall. “Happy birthday…” you whispered.

“You’ve already told me that today,” Choerry intoned, eyes still closed like she was drifting off into her own little world.

You laughed. “I was saying it to myself! Have you seen you?”

She smiled again, and said three words in a voice that made it seem like she was speaking to an audience on the edge of their seats, “Okay, I’m ready.”

Her fingers constricted around yours, so you questioned if she was, in fact, ready. But you wouldn’t be the one to stop her.

Choerry’s tight tush trucked its way toward the top of your tower twice to tighten her take on the task at the time, before torturously trending testicle-ward. She temporized without taking your entire tool.

So hypnotized were you with her graceful movement that you didn’t even notice the frustrated moan coming up your throat until it was too late.

Her eyes popped open. “I’m sorry!” She sounded like she meant it, too. “This is… tough.”

“Take your time,” you said, straining your voice for comic effect.

“Could have used that four paragraphs ago,” she said, continuing her extremely slow descent down your shaft.

The odd statement distracted you just long enough for Choerry to finish her drop. No longer did space separate your pelvises. You grew concerned again when she winced and bit her lip from the inside.

“Choerry, we really can do something else. Don’t hurt yourself please.”

She gave you an exaggerated, indignant gander. “Rhetorical question: Who gets to choose the cake on her birthday?”

You held in your “cake” joke.

“It’s me,” Choerry’s voice was far too chipper to make this talking-to sound as stern as you were sure she wanted it to come across as. “As birthday lady, I get to pick the cake, and I get to feed it to you if I want to.”

You held in your “cake feeding” joke.

“And tonight, the cake I pick is my bum.”

You opened your mouth to comment on her most excellent selection of the word “bum” in the midst of a scenario where your cock is fully inside of said bum, but you instead gasped a sharp breath.

Choerry ground forward, pulling your dick with her and anointing the lowermost part of your stomach with the juices being lightly sprinkled from her clit.

“Besiiides,” she continued, re-angling her hands to she could tickle the backs of yours, “We have all the lube! Even some that’s got a certain special flavor to it!”

“Just some?”

“Yeah, ooh,” she crooned, apparently quite enjoying the grind back down your pelvis, “I didn’t get it all at once. Now guess the flavor!”

You waited for her grinding to pause again to be able to think straight, “Does it start with a ‘C?’”

Her smile grew. “Yes!”

“Is it a fruit?”

“Yes!”

“Is it… cherry?”

“Failure!”

“Wha--”

“It’s coconut!”

If you weren’t so established in your hand holding with Choerry, you’d have palmed your face. Thankfully, thoughts of how she could have possibly expected you to guess that were pushed to the back of your mind as she resumed her removal of your breath with a series of fanciful body rolls.

Finally fucking her fanny felt fictional. For while not the first foray there, far-fetched was the philosophy that it was fielded often, the front being the favored fornication fissure for the foreseeable future. Unless, of course, you could make this an especially special session.

But woe was unto you. Choerry had the upper hand(s) figuratively as well as literally. But, perhaps, you thought, this was exactly what she wanted and you could wait your damn turn to take control.

And you liked letting her anally probe herself this way, so, you know, what were you to do but enjoy the ride?

Over the course of her self-imposed ravaging, Choerry’s meditative breaths became ragged. Her eyelids fluttered at regular intervals. Through it all, she held her phantasmagorical demeanor. A couple of times she reached for the lube bottle and shotgunned it somewhat inaccurately between her legs, but it did the job. You were happy to see that she was still considering her own comfort.

In fact, to your surprise, her mouth opened wide in a silent shout. Her core trembled anticipatorily. Her hands held yours with a colossally increased lewdness. And those two mystical words trickled from her tongue with a high-pitched susurration, “I’m… cumming…”

Choerry’s grinding came to a grinding halt. Her body jerked and she fell onto you. Your cock sprang free of her ass in, and as a result of, the same motion.

You untangled one of your hands to stroke her back in the most adoring fashion you could muster. After chewing on a thesaurus for the prior hour, you were sure neither of you really needed any more words.

She stayed there for a spell, and you were happy to let her. It was so late it was nearly no longer her birthday, but her birthday it still was. She deserved the rest, along with the rest of your undivided attention.

Her whole movement consisted of her back going up and down as her lungs attempted to revive her fighting spirit, and her thumb lovingly shifting over the divinatory lines on your palm. You wished she would do something about her hair plastered on your chin, but ninety-nine percent of paradise is paradise enough.

You were disappointed when Choerry rose once more, slimily straddling your stomach. She detached her hands from yours to give the hair on either side of her face a good backward flick over her shoulders, and she sighed with contentment.

It was a shock to hear her speak again after such a prolonged reticence, but her unerringly cheerful voice was entirely welcome nonetheless.

“More please.”

You couldn’t then, and you still can’t help but concede to her innocent demands. Her smile just touched the corner of her lips. Sure, some of her demands aren’t so innocent, but… How did you get here again?

[treasure-hwa]

Beauty of Corruption

pairing: jongho x fem!reader

genre: smut, fluff??

warnings: mentions of first time, corruption kink, praising, light spanking, cockwarming, breath play, dirty talk, fingering (f receiving), explicit protected sex

synopsis: you were so pure that Jongho's heart ached for you and wanted to keep you safe from all profanities, but his mind could just picture himself doing these profanities to you.

word count: 3204

taglist: @little-precious-baby @suni-ho @leetaeilsnecktattoo @xduygu-arsx

author's note: the inspiration came from Jongho's words on I'm the One jacket video, "for the first time, I put myself in the words 'beauty of corruption'." What's with this word count? I really unleashed my smut writer :D anyway, I hope there isn't any typo...

— So how was he?

Your eyes went wide and your face heated up instantly.

— What are you talking about?

— C’mon, you know what I am talking about. You two have been dating for almost two years now and you lost your virginity, as a good friend, I want to know how he treated you.

It hadn't been long since you and Jongho added intercourse to your one and a half year relationship. Both of you felt ready to take this step on your intimacy and, when it happened, you couldn't be happier. But maybe it was a mistake to tell that to your best friend, you wanted to tell so many things, but the embarrassment!

— Ah, he... he was good. Took care of me nicely.

— And the...? — She moved her two pointer fingers apart from each other to simulate a size that looked similar to you.

— A little bigger. — With your face on fire, you pushed one of her fingers farther. — That’s it.

The girl stared at her own fingers and gasped, smirking at the friend.

— What a big fun you had, am I right? Were you in for a thick mess too?

— Yes, but stop, please!

She laughed at your figure with hands over your face.

— But, really, how was it?

— It was great. He was the gentlest, it was much better than what I have imagined it would be. I’m actually very happy he was the first and I hope he can be the only one.

The smile on your face confirmed what you were saying. It was amazing to you how you fully trusted him, enough to give yourself to him, your heart, your body, and he loved you so much he took care of it properly. Jongho was the sweetest man you could have ever met and everyday you were thankful for that.

— So it was, like, vanilla?

— Yeah. Gentle, chill, vanilla, definitely pleasurable. — You bit your lip, playing with your fingers.

Since your first time, you would often catch yourself daydreaming about his body on top of (or under) you, his many muscles flexing, the sweat covering his skin. Jongho also thought about you frequently, how you would muffle the moans of his name, hide your blushing face and touch him gently.

As a traditional virgin, you did not know much about sex, just the basic biology classes and life taught you, so your boyfriend made sure you were comfortable with every move he made. 

With that said, you were pure. So pure that sometimes Jongho's heart ached for doing such profanities to you. It seemed wrong. You looked cute, pretty and shy even when you were a mess, even when he was thrusting into you. But there was something the man couldn't get out of his mind: while he wanted to protect you from bad and dirty things, he, all the time, imagined himself wrecking you. However, his desires were nothing close to the love he felt for you and you did not deserve the bad things he was thinking of, so he kept all to himself, fantasizing only.

Well... your mind changed a little after an interesting talk with your friend, who had 0 experience, but a head full of indecencies she would like to try eventually, and you wanted to try some new things on the next opportunity.

That came on Saturday date night, when you two decided to watch movies on your house, that was significantly quieter and more peaceful than his shared one with other friends. Judging only by the cover of the movie, Jongho pressed play on it, even after you expressed doubts for it being a horror one. 

— Jongho, you know I hate horror movies. 

— Babe, it's alright, it's all fake, and I'm here to protect you. 

“Maybe I could try one of those things she told me now.” You thought about it deeply, but the words came out of your mouth before you could really think about them: 

— I have a condition. 

— Hm? Which one? 

Then your cheeks burned. Why did you say that? Why didn't you just stay shut? You were too shy to tell him what has been on your mind for the past week. 

— I'm listening, babe, tell me. — His hand caressed your knee and he leaned towards to press a kiss on your cheek. 

Taking a deep breath, you mumbled, deciding you had nothing to lose: 

— Let me cockwarm you.

His moves stopped at the same moment, face close to yours, hand lightly gripping your thigh.

— Wh-What?

— Cockwarm. Have you heard of it?

— Yeah, I... I just didn’t know you did.

You shrugged your shoulders and stood up, hands on the tie of your sweatshorts.

— So? Can we?

Jongho blinked at your figure, looking at your bare legs for more time than necessary, his member twitching inside his sweatpants, and nodded, pulling his pants down enough to take his cock out. He watched you, almost teasingly, pulling your shorts down and doing the same with your blue cotton panties, mindlessly stroking himself. To be honest, he felt like he was a teen again, getting horny by every little thing you did, enjoying every opportunity he had to get intimate like this with you.

You placed your shorts and panties on the couch arm and smiled nervously at him, cheeks burning and hands fiddling with the hem of your mid-thigh-long shirt.

— Are you sure you want to do that?

You nodded.

— That’s my condition for watching a horror movie.

— Fuck. Come here. — The man took you by your waist and placed you on his lap, back to his chest. His hands roamed your body slowly, from shoulders to knees, squeezing the flesh of your bare thighs, opening them to run his fingertips through your warm skin. Then, he whispered on your ear: — Are you ready?

Again, you nodded, and he put his half-hard cock in you, groaning lowly until he was snuggled against you.

— Okay, great... now movie, shall we?

The first minutes, when there was nothing bad happening on the story, you rested on Jongho’s chest, his strong arms wrapped around you and chin resting on your shoulder. That until he got bored of sitting and, hugging you tightly, moved you both to lay down spooning you both without breaking that contact.

— You okay? — You asked lowly, caressing his arm.

— Yeah, just wanted to lay down. Pay attention to the movie, dear. — He kissed your head and kept watching the movie as if nothing was going on down there.

More minutes passed, the story getting scarier each second, your hand covering half of your sight, because even scared, you wanted to know what would happen.

Then it happened. A big jump scare that made you yelp and involuntarily clench your walls around Jongho, making the boy hiss for a second, when you unclenched. His hand stayed on your naked hip, caressing it with his thumb, as he asked:

— Are you alright, love?

— Ahn? Oh, yeah, I just got scared and my body reacted, I guess.

The boy hummed in agreement, not thinking much and just focusing on the TV again.

As the story progressed, though, more jump scares made you clench and unclench to the point he was fully hard inside of you and no longer paid attention to the movie.

— Babe, can you try stopping this?

— Am I doing it again? Sorry.

But you were not. Jongho could hear the smile on your voice, so he took your face and turned it just to see a stupid grin shaping your lips.

— What’s wrong, love?

He scoffed, pressing the tip of his tongue to the corner of his lips.

— What’s wrong? Well, maybe my girl being needy for cock is what’s wrong. Was this your plan from the very start?

— You were the one who wanted to watch a horror movie. — You shrugged your shoulders and pushed your hips against his, letting out a huff.

— Something tells me you don’t care about the movie at all, sweet baby.

— And what do you think I care about?

Jongho pushed his hips forward, causing you an eye roll from pleasure.

— Dirty girl is loving a cock inside her, right? — You nodded and bit your lips to prevent moans. — I want words, dear.

— Right, Jongho, you are so... big and it is filling me up... nicely — you spoke lowly, chest moving up and down with your heavy breathing. — Fuck me, please.

— My pretty girl wants to fuck? — You nodded and pouted at the images coming on your head. — If you want me that much, who am I to deny it?

Easily, he picked you up, making you hiss about your empty entrance, and walked to your room, never once stumbling, his perfect arms holding you like you weighted nothing, but you expected that from him already.

You were at home, there was no risk of getting caught, however he pressed you against the door to close it and kissed you like there was no tomorrow while slipping his fingers on your core, which made you moan his name quietly in his mouth. 

— You are so wet, angel, can you hear it? — His fingertips were thrusting shallow and curling into you, making squelching noises. You were pretty sure you would be leaking on the floor soon, such was the wet sensation down there.

You shook your head up and down, moaning again. Jongho made your legs wrap tighter around his waist before getting you to bed, laying you down and staying on his feet to look at you, all messed up already.

— Stay pretty here while I go take something.

You saw the man running out of the room, tripping on his own foot. He could not believe his fantasies would be turning real that soon. Weren’t you his angel? His innocent girl? He did not know what happened from the last time you had sex to that moment, but he thanked it. Going through the bags he brought, he found the condom box he bought earlier that night to leave at your house. You weren’t taking any chances of a baby right now and these things better do the job.

When he came back to the room, another trip on the stairs later, he found you face down on the pillow, hips up, swinging lightly and shirt lifted, tummy and a piece of your boob showing.

— What are you doing, love? Wanted me to see your pretty bum? — Jongho tossed the condom box on the bed beside you and caressed your bottom flesh. — Perhaps you want me to spank it.

His grip felt strong already, which, yes, made you want him to spank you much more than before, so, being the tease you were being that night, you shook your bum to him and looked back, whispering “do it”. It was a matter of seconds for him to process what you said and to lift his hand to leave a great slap to your skin.

— Do we remember what to say if things don't go well?

After you had mumbled “red”, his heavy hand made contact with you again, and you could feel the warmth spreading on the local. It was good, better than you had imagined, his hand felt amazing on you.

— Oh, angel, you look so pretty right now, what do I do? I want to fuck you so hard right now. — Another slap, another moan. — So hard you forget your name.

His voice was too sweet for the words he was speaking, but you had no complaints.

— Am I pretty? — you croaked out, turning to lay on your back. Your shirt was so up, almost revealing your perfect boobs.

His eyes were on fire, but seemed to soft a little when he took in your figure, hair all over the place, eyes wet, lips red. You still looked innocent, but such a hot one, an angel he would corrupt soon.

Jongho lowered himself down and kissed your exposed hip up to your flexed stomach, the pleasure knot being built there, then he gently took off your shirt to kiss around your soft nipples. With his eyes on you, he whispered:

— The prettiest.

You smiled softly and shyly, cheeks burning and hands making their way to his red hair, once there, they gently pulled him up until your lips crashed in a passionate kiss.

— The prettiest girl in this whole wide world and she’s mine. My pretty girl.

You mewled his name, giggling because of the pet name he had been using for a good time then. 

— What?

He pinned your wrists to the bed with a hand, got closer to your neck and, then, all your body hair shivered the moment his hot breath fanned over your hot skin. Yes, you needed him so much, but on top of that you wanted him, you desired him and you knew he did too, especially with the way he was kissing your neck and collarbones while his hand went south to open your legs.

The sensations felt good, they sure did, but when your eyes fell shut, your other senses were sharpened, mainly your touch. Your mind was wrapped around his warm hand cupping your intimacy at the same time your hands mindlessly ran down his back.

— Tell me, love, what did you want again?

— Jon-Jongho...

— Yeah, I know you want me, but specify it.

You breathed in and out deeply before opening your eyes and take in his face and body. All you could say, however, was:

— Why are you still clothed?

The man smirked and let go of your body to undress himself quickle. He had no time to tease, he wanted you, you wanted him and both would be fulfilling desires from now on. Without thiking much, he threw the clothes on the floor and opened your legs to fit between them.

— Better, babygirl?

— So much better. — You stretched your hands towards his torso, touching it delicately. Jongho knew you loved his body and everithing it could do to you and, as much as he would love you to appreciate him a bit more, he wasn’t too patient, therefore he let you have your little fun time stroking his abs and cock slowly while he, shakily, took that condom box and opened it, finally moving your hand away to roll one over himself.

— Hmm, Jongho, stop being so sexy, it’s making me want you to fuck me so hard.

— Is it? That can be arranged, my dirty girl.

With a gentle move, he put himself inside you, pressing his lips and furrowing his brows, but not closing his eyes, since he wanted to see your expression, that was so worth it.

— Hm, my babygirl just wants my cock inside her now. You get so lost when I’m inside, babe, right? — You nodded slowly, trying not to move your hips yet, task in which you would be succesfull if his heavy hand hadn’t slapped your thigh. — I want words.

— Ye-Yes?

— As I said, so lost already. — Jongho chuckled and started thrusting in you leisurely, not enough to make your body bounce, but enough to feel every inch. — You feel amazing..

— You... you too, but faster, please.

— Do you deserve it?

— Yes, Jongho, please. I’ve been a good girl for you.

Still not fastening his pace, he stated, mouth hovering over yours.

— That you have, darling, warming my cock, letting me spank your pretty butt and now it’s so eager to receive everything. Is what you want, right? Everything?

You breathed out maybe five “everything”, running your hands on your body, from your breasts to your thighs arounds Jongho’s waist. Said man smiled and did what you wanted, thrusting fast, hard and deep, groaning on your ear and pressing your sweaty bodies together or biting his lips when he saw himself going in and coming out of your absolutely wet entrance. The sounds you made together were definitely music, one you would keep for yourselves, nobody would ever be able to listen to it.

— Fuck! Jongho, close!

— Yeah? Well, then come for me, let me watch how you look when you come.

And he did. He got up and gripped your hips harsher to push himself in harder and watch it again. You couldn’t even care for the fact your hips would have two hand prints on them, you just wanted more.

Your hands were close to you, holding your breasts, and it made you remember your friends words, as weird as it sounded. “Some people say that if you restrict your breath during your orgasm, it gets more intese.” Why not? With only that in mind and the fast pace of Jongho, you brought your hand up to your throat and squeezed it, already feeling your head lighter and making you moan brokenly.

Seeing this and not quite believing his eyes, he swatted your hand away and changed it for his, squeezing the amount he felt safe enough. And, fuck, his hand felt so much better you let a loud moan and tightened your entrance.

— Oh, so my dirty babygirl likes to be choked? Does that make you feel good? Who would have thought...

Rather roughly, he gripped your jaw with his other hand and lowered himself to connect your mouths in a messy kiss. That was all you needed to reach your high. His hand pressing your throat, making your head slightly dizzy, another hand on your jaw, his cock thrusting into you so well, creating squelching noises, his tongue licking your mouths...

Your hands gripped the sheets as you were cumming around his cock, constricting it deliciously, what took him to his own orgasm, emptying his warm cum on the condom. Your moans, groans and heavy breathing echoed through the room while both were blissed out because of the highs.

— Damn... — Jongho carefully slipped out of you, tied the condom and came back to hug your sweaty body. — How was it?

— Perfect — you croaked out, smiling your angel smile.

— You... were different from our other times. What happened?

— Nothing, I just wanted to try new things. Are you feeling betrayed because I never mentioned anything.

— Well, now I’m not, since you let me try these things with you. Cockwarming, spanking and choking? Who would have thought, huh? — He kissed your cheek while his were blushed, although you couldn’t tell if it was because of the previous actions or because of now.

— And I really like your strenght — you remembered. — But I think you knew that already.

— I did.

You laughed breathily and laid on your backs, staring at the ceiling until your breathing was normal again. When that happened, you propped your body on your elbow and called him:

— Wanna go again?

— Again? Oh, I’ve officialy corrupted you. You’re not my innocent angel anymore. — He chuckled, propping himself on his elbow too and pecking your swollen lips.

— You didn’t like it?

— I did. Too much. Guess that’s just the beauty of corruption.

[kanerallels]

Okay, no clue if I can send in multiple prompts, so no pressure, you don’t have to reply to this one.

But maybe Kanera with soulmates, rescue (maybe even fix-it 👀👀) As you can see I’m a sucker for soulmate AUs🧍‍♀️💀

Alrighty, this isn't EXACTLY a soulmate au, but it came to me and I have ZERO self control around domestic Kanera, so let's go!!!

Pairing: Kanan Jarrus/Hera Syndulla

Word Count: 1,592

Tags/Warnings: Rated G (for me getting ridiculously sappy today)

“One more story?”

Kanan shook his head. “Not tonight, Jacen. I told your mom I'd have you in bed before she was home.”

“I don’t want to go to bed until she’s home, though,” Jacen said. “I want to say goodnight to her.”

Brushing a hand over his son’s hair affectionately, Kanan said, “I know, kiddo. But your mom will string me up if you’re still awake when she gets back. You’re up late enough as it is.”

Jacen let out a theatrical sigh, and Kanan heard him shifting his weight in bed as he clearly considered his next maneuver. He couldn’t help but repress a smile at it-- the kid’s tenacity came straight from his mom. Although Hera would claim he inherited it from Kanan.

“What time does Mom get home from the appointment again?” Jacen asked.

“She’ll be back around ten-thirty, as you already know,” Kanan reminded him. “That was a really bad stalling technique. Time for bed.”

“No! Tell me another story,” Jacen begged. “Tell me about when you first met Mom.”

Kriff. The kid knew his weak spot. “Jacen…”

“Just this story, then I’ll go to bed. Please?”

Letting out a sigh, Kanan said, “Okay. But only one more, and then you’re going to sleep. Got it?”

Jacen let out an excited yelp, bouncing up and down in bed. “Yes! I promise.”

“Good, now lay back down,” Kanan ordered. “You’ve got to at least pretend you’re going to try and fall asleep after this.”

Immediately squirming back down under the covers, Jacen lay still obediently, and Kanan felt himself smiling as he paused for a minute to collect his wits for the story. If he was being honest, he loved telling this story.

“The first time I met your mother, I was on a backwater planet called Gorse. Now, the planet wasn’t much to look at, but the moon was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.”

“Until you met Mom,” Jacen jumped in, and Kanan nodded.

“Exactly. So, I was working as a pilot, flying explosives to the mine at that point. Wasn’t a safe job, wasn’t a smart job. But I didn’t really care back then. I didn’t care about much of anything. Until one night, when I was heading out of this old tapcafe where I’d been eating dinner, and I heard it.” Kanan tilted his head to the side, closing his eyes and imagining the moment with a soft smile.

“What was it?” Jacen asked, as he always did, his voice dramatically curious.

“The most incredibly beautiful voice,” Kanan said, his own voice equally dramatic. “It was soft and warm, so totally unlike Gorse and everything I’d ever come to expect about the galaxy. The minute I heard that voice, I knew there was something worth living for. And at the moment, it was finding out what kind of woman had a voice like that.”

“So you went after her,” Jacen supplied.

“I did-- after I paid my bill, of course,” Kanan said. “Side note, never run out on a bill from a Besalisk with anger management issues. Anyway, I went to find her, but she’d disappeared, like she was some kind of dream. For a while there, I almost thought she was one. Until--”

“You heard her again!”

“Hey, who’s telling the story?” Kanan gave Jacen a mock stern frown.

“Sorry,” Jacen said, his tone making it clear he was grinning. “I won’t interrupt again.”

“I should hope not,” Kanan said sternly. “But yeah, I heard her again. And, typical of your mother, she was about to get in a brawl with a gang.” As he spoke, he heard the door to the bedroom creak open, and stifled a smile as he kept talking. “So I rushed in to save the day.”

“Oh, did you?” Hera’s voice came from behind Kanan, and he could no longer hold back his smile as Jacen let out an excited yelp.

“Mom!!! You’re home!!”

Kanan ducked just in time to avoid Jacen as the boy launched himself out of bed and at his mother. Catching him, Hera hugged him, and gently set him to the ground. “What are you still doing up, sweetheart?” she asked, pressing a kiss against his forehead. “As if I didn’t know,” she added, directing a look at Kanan that he didn’t need eyesight to decode.

“You don’t know what he threatened me with,” he said, shooting a wink at Jacen. “It was brutal, Hera. You almost lost your husband tonight-- and how would you feel if you came home and your son had committed patricide?”

Hera let out a scoff that was very clearly hiding a laugh. “You’re full of it, dear.”

“Full of love for you,” Kanan said, grinning, and that pulled a laugh out of her.

Stepping forward, she set Jacen onto his bed. “Okay, get back in bed, Jacen. Your father will finish his story, and then it’s time to sleep. Got it?”

“Okay, Mom.” Jacen snuggled back under the covers, and Kanan began his story again.

“As I was saying, your mom was about to get in a fight with a gang of ten, fifteen beings. But little did I know as I started to charge forward to save the day, I was right next to one of the most competent and incredibly talented women I’d ever met. She started fighting right along with me-- handled more than half of the gang, I might add,” Kanan said with a grin.

Hera, who’d settled next to Kanan, chipped in, “Meanwhile, your dad got tackled through a window.”

“Who’s telling the story here?” Kanan demanded, and Hera let out a quiet laugh as she leaned into him, resting her cheek against his shoulder.

“Sorry, love. Keep going.”

Turning back to Jacen, Kanan said, “Anyway, once I finished my fight, I made my way back to where your mom had been-- and there was no one there. Just the cloak she’d dropped when the fight began.

“But when I picked it up and turned around, there she was. The most beautiful woman I’d ever met.” Kanan paused for a moment, a soft smile crossing his face. “I was spellbound immediately.”

“Meanwhile, I was wondering what this scruffy gunslinger was doing with my cloak, and why he was staring at me,” Hera said wryly. “I took off, despite his attempts to follow me or convince me to stay.”

“But then you met him again at that bar,” Jacen said.

“And from there, I found myself dragged into shenanigan after shenanigan with this woman,” Kanan said with a teasing grin. “Somehow, she convinced me to help her save Cynda and Gorse from that psychopath, Count Vidian. Long story short, we ended up on an exploding Star Destroyer together. And that’s when I actually saved your mother’s life.”

“True,” Hera said softly. “I still remember when I saw you use the Force for the first time. You were the last person I would have expected to be a Jedi back then.”

“Well, that was the point,” Kanan said.

“But he’s still a good Jedi,” Jacen said. His voice was growing steadily sleepier as he spoke.

“One of the best,” Hera said.

“I had my moments,” Kanan agreed. “But one of the best things I ever did was save you then. You know, kid, in some cultures, they say that when you save someone’s life, that means they’re your soulmate, that you’re meant to be together.”

“Is that true?” Jacen asked, letting out a huge yawn.

Kanan shrugged. “Who can say? I would have married your mom regardless. Now, time for you to go to sleep.”

As he and Hera rose to their feet, Hera dropping a quick kiss onto Jacen’s forehead, Jacen let out another yawn. “Night, mom. Night, dad.”

“Good night, sweetheart,” Hera said as she switched off the light, and the two of them slipped out of Jacen’s room.

Kanan gently closed the door behind them, then turned to Hera. “Hey. How’d your appointment go?”

“Pretty well,” Hera said, catching him by the hand and leading him away from Jacen’s room and into the living room. “The doctor said that I didn’t have a stomach bug, but there were a couple other tests she wanted to do on me.”

“Oh?” Kanan kept his voice calm, but he could feel his heart rate pick up. They hadn’t been sure when Hera had gone in, but he had a feeling… “What were the results?”

Giving his hand a quick squeeze, Hera said softly, “Why don’t you check for yourself?”

Kanan needed no further encouragement to reach out with the Force towards Hera, sensing her usual bright spark of warm life. And then, somehow within it and separate from it, there was another one. Another life form, tiny but insistent.

“Oh, wow,” Kanan breathed, awe sweeping over him. “Hera-- you’re--”

“Pregnant,” Hera finished, and Kanan could hear the vibrant joy in her voice. “You were right, love. We’re having another baby.”

Kanan felt a grin spreading across his face, and he pulled his wife into a fierce embrace. “This is amazing,” he whispered, pressing a kiss against her temple. “I can’t wait to meet her.”

“Or him,” Hera corrected. “Even you can’t tell this early, Master Jedi.”

“I have a feeling about it,” Kanan said with a smirk, and he felt rather than heard Hera’s laugh.

Pulling back from him slightly, she said, “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Kanan murmured, and bent down to give her a kiss. “Both of you,” he added.

[emptyacnt]

Scars (Genya x OC )

NSFW, self harm implied (OC has self harm scars)

"You should've gotten married, had kids.."

Sanemi's words echoed in Genya's mind whenever he looked in the mirror. He was self conscious about his scars before the battle, having one that split him straight down the middle.. He seriously doubted any woman was going to be able to overlook that. 

He wasn't a demon slayer anymore, he was just a man. It was difficult, integrating into society and trying to feel "normal". He often saw women he wanted to speak to, but just the idea of it made his cheeks flush deeply and his words get caught in his chest.

Seeing couples together made his heart ache.

By now, even Sanemi was married. That was something Genya never thought he'd see. He tried his best to just keep to himself, to stay out of the way and feel happy for his comrades as they each in turn began to find their special person and start their families. He was at the market the day he found his, looking for ingredients to make dinner for himself. As he reached out for an apple his hand brushed against someone else's. The girls hand had a deep scar across it and she withdrew it, pulling it into the sleeve of her kimono.

"I'm sorry." She said softly. She looked up at Genya's face, he towered over her as he did everyone, and she seemed unphased by the scar that split him in two. Genya was curious about her hand, but knew better than to ask. Her large brown eyes were so sad it made Genya feel sorrowful too.

"No it's my fault, the apples yours." He said, turning away from her so she wouldn't notice him blushing. Even after all this time, he couldn't talk to women without becoming flustered. The girl smiled, but she still seemed sad.

"We can share it, if you want." She suggested. Her voice was so feminine and gentle, Genya found it soothing to listen to. 

"It's comforting to see someone with more scars than me for once." She said. Genya couldn't refuse. 

They sat together on the large protruding roots of a tree, using it as a bench as they split the apple in half and ate together, mostly in silence. 

"I still have more shopping to do, but I was curious about that scar on your hand.." Genya said, trying to break the awkward silence. 

"I have a lot of scars. It's why I'm unmarried." She said. 

"Oh man, me too!" Genya said, more enthusiastically than he meant to. 

"I think your scars are very interesting. I wanted to ask about this one." She said, gently tracing her finger down his forehead, down his nose, stopping at his lips. Genya felt his heartbeat rapidly increase and he turned away from her. 

"I'm sorry, I know it's rude to ask, but I've never seen a scar like that." She said. 

"Uh well, I'll tell you the story if you tell me about your hand?" 

She nodded and smiled at him, and he did his best to smile back despite how nervous he felt. 

He told her the story, of Muzan, the demons, the final battle, how he was cut in half. He fully expected her not to believe him, but she seemed in awe of him. 

"So you're a hero who helped save everyone from demons?" She asked

"I wouldn't say that, but-"

"Please tell me your name! You're the coolest person I've ever met!" She exclaimed. Genya felt like he was going to faint. 

"Uh, Genya. What's yours?" He asked, nervously fidgeting with his hands 

"Rika!" She said. 

"Um, it's your turn now. About the scars?" He asked. 

Rika pulled her sleeve up a bit, revealing the big scar across her hand. 

"I did this to myself. I wanted to sever the vein." She said. Genya stared at her in disbelief. 

"You sliced yourself up?" He asked. 

"Yes. In many places. It's how I handled pain. Emotional pain, I guess. For a very long time." She covered her hand again and looked down at her feet, her brown hair forming a curtain that partially hid her face from him. 

For someone to feel so upset, so hurt they would relieve their emotional pain by tormenting themselves like that.. 

Genya's inhibitions left him, and he wrapped his arms around her tightly, dropping his half of the apple. 

"I'm sorry." He said quietly. Rika hugged him back. It felt so good to be held, she couldn’t remember the last time something like this happened. She nuzzled against him and he held her tighter, idly petting her hair. 

***

 Coming home to Rika made every day feel wonderful. They cooked dinner together, read books together, went for walks, traveled.. Genya had never felt more fulfilled, and sleeping with Rika in his arms made him sleep better than he ever had. One night, Rika seemed restless however. Genya got into position, snuggling up to her as the big spoon like they did almost every night, but she rolled over and used all of her strength to get on top of him, straddling his body.

“R-Rika-chan!” he said in surprise, his eyes widening as she leaned down to kiss him. They had kissed before, but this was different. She ran her tongue across his lips, coaxing his mouth open. His lips parted with a moan, his eyes finally closing as they both pushed their tongues into the others mouth. He rested one of his hands on her waist, relishing the feeling of how much smaller she was than him. He broke the kiss to catch his breath, panting as he looked at her with half-lidded, lustful eyes. 

“Can I kiss your scars?” she asked. Genya swallowed, his cheeks flushing as he nodded. 

“Yes, b-but! Only if I can kiss yours too..” he said. Rika smiled and sat up, straddling him and gently pressing him back down on the futon. She opened his shirt, exposing his chest to her. She started by kissing his forehead, and then his nose, then the scar across his cheek. She kissed the bisection scar where it continued at the middle of his throat, right over his Adam's apple. She continued down, kissing the scars on his chest before returning to the one down the middle, when she reached his naval she stuck her tongue out, licking from there all the way back up to his neck. He shivered and arched his back, grabbing her roughly. 

“Rika-” he choked out. He grabbed her hips in both of his hands and flipped them over. He deftly untied her kimono and opened it, surprised that she was completely naked beneath it. She smiled up at him, gently running her fingertips across his lips as he hungrily took in the sight of her breasts. She shrugged her kimono off of her shoulders, exposing her scarred arms and thighs to him. He had seen some of them before, and they never failed to hurt his heart. He kissed the scar on the back of her hand first, before trailing kisses along the scars on the back of her forearm. He turned her arm over and repeated himself, kissing the scars there too. He reached the top of her arm, kissing the scars just below her shoulder. He moved to her neck, licking, kissing and sucking it. He wanted to leave new marks on her body, marks that represented love and pleasure. Rika moaned softly and whimpered as he kept sucking her neck until a dark bruise formed, he did the same on one of her collar bones. 

"I hope when you see these marks in the mirror you think of me." He said, moving down to experimentally lick her nipple. 

"I want you to be marked with my love, I want you to remember how cherished you are.." his warm breath against her nipple made her shiver and she tangled her fingers in his hair. 

"Gen.. I love you so much.." She said breathlessly. 

"I love you too. Adorable Rika-chan.." He took her nipple into his mouth, sucking as hard as he had on her neck. She arched her back, wrapping her legs around his waist as he thoroughly bruised her nipple before moving to the other one. Rika was a mess already, panting and sweat making her hair stick to her face as Genya kissed her stomach. He ran his large, rough hands up and down her thighs. 

"You're so soft Rika, so cute.." He said, kissing her hip bones and then making his way down one leg, kissing each scar on her thigh, and then up the other doing the same. When he reached her hip bones again he gently parted her legs, blushing deeply as he got a good look at her cunt. He had never seen one before, and it was cuter than he imagined. Puffy, soft lips beneath a tuft of dark brown hair, he spread them gently, purring at the sight of her pink clit and the miniscule droplet of slick escaping her small opening. 

"Gen, I wanna touch you again.." She whined while he was distracted admiring her most secret place. 

"R-right." He said. He removed his clothes, embarrassed by the sight of his own erection as he laid down again. Rika straddled his chest, facing away from him and giving him a perfect view of her ass as she trailed her fingers down the scar over his stomach, unsurprised to see it continued along his cock. She wrapped her hand around his shaft, earning a gasp from him. She leaned down, striping her tongue along the scar on his cock to his tip. With one hand she cupped his balls, gently massaging them as she stroked his shaft with the other and began sucking the tip gently. Genya groaned deeply and grabbed her hips, pulling her ass towards him until her cunt was above his face. He ran his tongue from her clit to her entrance and she moaned, her tongue vibrating softly against the sensitive, leaking tip of his cock. Genya felt so overwhelmed by her, by the delicious taste and smell of her and the warmth of her body. He closed his eyes, sucking her clit gently and squeezing her ass in both of his hands. She gasped, momentarily releasing his cock from her mouth, a trail of precum and saliva connecting her tongue to the tip as she came, her thighs squeezing him as her body trembled. 

He flicked his tongue back and forth against her entrance before probing it with three of his thick fingers. 

“You’re really warm, Rika. Warm and soft..” he mused as he pumped them in and out of her slowly. 

He removed his fingers, licking them clean before gently moving her off of him. She laid down and he laid behind her, spooning her and nuzzling against her neck. 

“Can we do it like this? I love holding you..” he said, one arm underneath her, his hand firmly gripping her breasts while the other hand grabbed her thigh, pulling it over his hips and spreading her open for him. The head of his cock brushed against her entrance as he kissed her lovingly. She kissed him back, reaching behind her to touch his cheek gently as he pushed himself into her, filling her all the way in one hard thrust. She gasped into the kiss and he gritted his teeth, squeezing his eyes shut. 

“Ah- tight.” he purred. Rika closed her eyes, trying her best to get used to his girth.

"Are you okay?" he asked tenderly, moving his hand from her breast to her cheek, stroking it softly with his knuckles. 

"Y-yes, I think so. You're just very big.." she whined. Genya kissed her cheek. 

"We can stay just like this as long as you need." 

Rika let out a deep breath as she began to adjust to his size, she wiggled up against him slightly and he pulled out agonizingly slowly, and then back in at the same pace. 

"Gen please- faster." Rika moaned. 

Genya obeyed, thrusting harder and faster and admiring her face. Her lidded eyes and mouth slightly open as she moaned continuously. 

"You look so pretty like this Rika." he said breathlessly, grunting softly as he felt her tighten around him. 

"Does it feel good? Do you like when I tell you how beautiful you are?" he asked, cupping her face and forcing her to look at him. She could barely speak, she felt so overwhelmed by his warm body, his strong arms and thick cock. 

"u-uh-huh.." she managed. Genya smiled and kissed her gently. 

"My pretty Rika, my beautiful girl, perfect.." he praised, taking her hand and licking the deep scar across it. She gasped, her pussy clenching tightly around his cock as she came. Genya squeezed his eyes shut. 

"Rika, can I flip you over.." he asked, she nodded and he gently moved her onto her stomach. He tried to lift her hips to position them with his, but it was no use. 

"Ahh, my legs feel like jello.." she whimpered. She had no strength in her body it felt like, and so Genya spread her legs while she lay on her stomach, laying on top of her and pushing himself back in. From this position she seemed even tighter somehow, and the weight of his body against her made Rika cry out. There was something supremely comfortable about his cock in her sensitive pussy and his strong body completely overwhelming hers like this. 

"Oh- Rika.." Genya moaned against her ear as he began to thrust, even faster than before. 

"I'm gonna cum- Rika!-" Genya gasped as he came, bucking his hips haphazardly as he let out an uncharacteristically high-pitched whine.

He stayed still for a long while, buried deep within her, relishing her warmth around him and the feeling of her body trembling beneath his until she began to squirm.

"Gen, I love you but you're really heavy.." She said. 

"I'm sorry!" Genya exclaimed, quickly scrambling off of her. He rushed to the bathroom, wetting a cloth and using it to clean her up. He felt a bit proud of how stretched he had left her opening, though the amount of cum made him feel a bit embarrassed.

"Was that okay?" He asked when he had finished cleaning her and settled back down, snuggling up to her. 

"Yes, it was perfect." She said. Genya smiled, nuzzling against her neck. 

"I love you Rika.." He said.

"I love you Genya. You're wonderful.." her words went straight to his heart, and the warm feeling it gave him let him drift into a peaceful sleep. 

[mochegato]

What She Deserves

From the prompts “Have you lost your damn mind!?” and “Please, don’t leave.”  From @sophie-herondale.  

Sooo, this went longer than expected and as it is more than a couple hundred words, there is some angst, but happy ending!

Uh… this fic includes Jason and Constantine so…. There’s a bit of swearing.

“Have you lost your damn mind!?  What the hell was that?” Jason demanded pulling Marinette’s arm back to stop her from walking away and force her to look at him.

When she finally looked back into his eyes, her eyes ripped into him.  He squared his shoulders and set his expression waiting for her to lash out at him.  “You’re going to have to be more specific, Red.” She spat out the nickname like an insult.  “Which ‘that’ are you referring to exactly?  The agreeing to hang out with you?  The getting ignored all night?  The not getting nearly drunk enough?  The talking to people who actually showed an interest in me?  The trying to make friends?  The dancing with friends?  Which one? There are so many ‘thats’ from tonight, I don’t know which one you mean.”  She stalked closer to him with each sentence, but since he refused to back away as she did, she was now flush against him, looking almost straight up to glare at him.

“I meant taking John fucking Constantine’s goddamned phone number.  Which is probably literally goddamned, by the way.”

“You have a problem with John?  You seemed to be fine with him a little bit ago.  You had no problem with him when you invited him tonight.  What changed?” She snapped at him.

He stepped back to give himself some space.  It was hard to think when she was so close to him.  He couldn’t form coherent thoughts when he could feel her pressed against him. “Well for one thing, he’s old enough to be your dad…”

“You’ve slept with older…”

“…second, he’s totally morally questionable…”

“So is everyone else you know.”

“…third, he can’t be trusted…”

“That’s the same as the second.”

“…fourth, he’s an asshole…”

“Name someone you hang out with that isn’t.”

“…fifth, he smokes…”

“… so was almost everyone else in that room…”

“sixth… sixth?  Yeah, sixth, he is drinks his weight in alcohol…”

“You really want to throw that particular stone?”

“…seventh, he is unrepentantly violent…”

“Oh, you really do want to go there.”

“eighth, he is nowhere near good enough for you.”

Anger flared in her eyes. She stepped closer again to jab her finger into his chest.  “You don’t get to decide that.  I decide that.  And I decide that someone who pays attention to me and is concerned about me is good enough for me.”

“He isn’t.”  He growled back.

“Oh?  And who is?” she demanded, throwing her arms out.  “Tell me, who should I be talking to, oh Wise One, oh Knower of Others’ Worth.  Who do I deserve to be with?”

He stared at her for a few moments, mind racing to come up with an answer to that question.  Who was good enough?  Who would he approve of?  “Nobody,” he whispered out looking at her earnestly.

She looked at him in shock. Her face quickly shifted to hurt, then morphed into a carefully constructed blank expression. “Good to know. Thank you.”  She said unemotionally, as though he had just told her the weather.  She turned around quickly and moved down the street as quickly as she could without actually running.

He watched her leave wondering what caused the shift in mood.  Was she really that appalled by the idea of him thinking that highly of her, of his opinion of her?  Was he that reprehensible that a good opinion from him was a red mark on her?  She was probably right, but it still hurt to know she believed it too.

“That was a sight to behold, mate.” John said as he lit his cigarette behind him.

Jason whipped around to face him.  “You should be ashamed, you fucking pedophile.”

“I’m not going to argue with the rest of what you said about me, but she’s over 18.  So legally, it isn’t pedophilia.”  He stared unimpressed as Jason growled at him and pushed him against the wall, pushing his forearm into his throat to keep him there.  “It’s just creepy as fucking hell and disgusting.  She’s young enough, technically, she could be my granddaughter. I’d rather skin my arm with a dull knife.”

Jason eased up on his hold, confused about the change in attitude.  “I didn’t give her my number to shag.  She has some information I want.  I have information she wants.  We’re going to meet up tomorrow and exchange information.  Magical information.”

“You were dancing with her,” Jason narrowed his eyes at him.

“She wanted to dance and nobody else was volunteering to dance with her. Actually, nobody else seemed to want to be around her, almost like they were afraid of upsetting someone if they got too close.”

“You don’t dance.”

“She was sad.” He shrugged. “Apparently, she was getting ignored by some twat and she needed someone to be nice, platonically.  My hands never wandered from her hands.  She needed someone to confirm she wasn’t the wanker, he was.  More specifically, the wanker that just told her she deserved to be alone.” He looked at Jason pointedly.  “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got an appointment tomorrow and I’d like to get pass out drunk with enough time to get some sleep before that.”

He easily pushed a stunned Jason off of him.  Jason stared at a point on the wall.  That isn’t what he had said was it?  He replayed what he had said again.  He said nobody deserves her.  She asked who she deserved to be with and he said nobody, because nobody was good enough to deserve her.  Mother fucking FUCK.  He hadn’t added that last part.

He raced down the street in the direction she had gone.  He needed to find her.  He needed to fix it.  He couldn’t believe how stupid he was.  This is exactly the kind of thing that proved he didn’t deserve her.  She had to know that.  She had to know she was better than him and his friends.  He finally caught up with her a block away from her apartment.

“Marinette, stop!” He yelled to her as he ran.

She continued walking, the only indication she had heard him was a slight stutter in her step and an increased pace.  He moved in front of her and held his hands up in a placating gesture, trying to catch his breath from having run for blocks to catch up to her.  “Wait, please.”

“You’ve said enough tonight, don’t you think?” She said coldly.

“No,” he begged.  He looked down at her face and the sight broke his heart.  She had wiped away the tear tracks, but she couldn’t hide the red that lined her eyes and branched out throughout her eyes.  He had done this.  He made her cry.  He silently cursed himself.  “That didn’t come out the way I meant it.”

“It’s fine Jason.  Don’t worry about it.  I just want to go to bed.”  She said tiredly, refusing to look in his eyes.  She moved to get past him again.  He backed up so he wasn’t preventing her from walking, but was still in front of her.  He wanted her to understand but he was not willing to make her even more uncomfortable.

“Please, don’t leave. Please listen.” He begged her, but she kept walking forward.  He moved out of her way and allowed her to continue.  He clenched his fists and let out a frustrated breath.  He looked up to her retreating back and tried one last time. “I meant nobody deserves someone as amazing as you.” He called after her.  “I meant you are too incredible for anyone I know.  I meant… I meant you are brilliant and kind and talented and hilarious and strong and sassy and everything that is good in this world.  I meant… I meant you deserve better.”

Sometime during his speech she had turned to look at him, her mouth opening slightly, forming an ‘oh’. She blinked a few times and looked down to gather her thoughts.  When she looked back up at him her eyes had softened.  “That sounds awfully lonely, up on that pedestal all on my own.  I don’t want to be up there by myself.  I don’t want to be up there at all.”

“Sorry, Pixie, but to me you are perfect.  You always will be.  So even if you’re a monster in the mornings and you can’t say no to anything to the point that you overload yourself into anxiety attacks and you like horrible TV shows and three drinks has you falling over drunk and you have terrible taste in who you let get close to you, you will still always be perfect to me.” His voice grew gentle as he spoke.  He moved closer to her as he spoke until he was close enough to brush a strand of hair behind her ear and cup her cheek.  

She reached up to lay her hand on his and looked at him eyes shining with tears again.  “Why have you been avoiding me?  Why didn’t you speak to me all night?  All week?”

“Because you deserve better than me.  I was trying to back away so you could find someone who deserves you.  Someone smart, like you.  Someone with a kind heart, like you.  Someone who would give their shirt to help someone else, like you. Someone who makes you smile, like you make everyone around you smile.  Someone who makes you unabashedly, breathlessly, wildly, happy …”

“Like you,” she cut in before he could finish, tears spilling over again.  “That describes you.”  She reached up to twist her hands around the back of his head and pull him down to her lips. She put all her passion and love into her kiss, kissing him desperately, hungrily.  He wound his hands around her hips and pulled her closer to him, pressing her body to his as he fiercely returned her kiss.  

They pulled away when they could no longer go without air.  He pressed his forehead to hers and shook his head gently.  “I don’t deserve you.”

“I decide what I deserve and although I don’t think I’m good enough for you, I want to believe I deserve to be happy.  And you make me happy.” He shook his head vehemently.  She cupped his face to slow his motions and spoke before he could deny it.  “I don’t want to argue about that tonight.  I don’t want to debate worth and mistakes tonight.  Tonight I want to kiss you.”  She leaned up to place a chaste kiss on his lips.  “Tonight I want to be close to you…” she moved her hand to the back of his neck to play with his hair. “… and snuggle up with you while we watch television. Because I have amazing taste in shows.” She grinned up at him.

He chuckled and shook his head, “You really don’t.” He gave her a gentle smile and caressed her cheek. “But, I’d endure worse for you.”

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I See You When You Run From The Light (within your eyes) - Chapter 3

Ao3 Title : The end of the line Chapter :

When he woke up, the first thing Robbe felt was warmth. It was all-enveloping, seeping through his every muscle. He felt so relaxed and at peace that he found himself wishing he’d never have to get out of bed. Just lay there forever wrapped up in the covers that were hugging him close. He snuggled a little deeper, trying to get a hold of the covers to bring them closer to his body, only to lay his hand on something far too hard to be silk.

Robbe’s eyebrows furrowed together in confusion as he tried patting the surface, trying to understand what was thrown over his stomach, but feeling far too lazy to open up his eyes and be attacked by the sun rays.

“Why are you feeling up my arm?” A voice chuckled, deep, next to his ear.

Robbe startled, opening both his eyes at once, only to lay his eyes on the blonde body next to him. Sander, of course . He’d forgotten they’d both gone back to his place after the party last night, Sander insisting until Robbe caved under his adorable mimics.

Laughing, Robbe switched to softly caressing Sander’s arms, making him smile softly. “Royal secret. If I told you, they’d have to kill you.” He said, trying to sound serious, but ending up barely containing his laughter.

Sander snorted, playing along. “They? Do you have body guards then?”

“Oh yes, only the best ones in the whole country. From the King’s own personal army!”

Sander smirked, in that way that told you he was about to crack a joke he was particularly proud of. He lifted his hand up, bringing it on Robbe’s biceps, “Good, there’s no way you’d be able to defend yourself with such small arms anyways.”

Robbe scoffed indignantly, swatting Sander’s hand away. “Me? Small arms? I’ll show you small arms”, Robbe said, before launching himself on top of Sander, trying to immobilize him. Sander laughed, pushing back. They kept pushing at each other for a while until Robbe decided to show off a little.

In one swift motion, he got one leg over Sander’s hips, effectively straddling him and preventing him from moving away. Sander let out a small gasp of surprise and Robbe used that momentary confusion as an opportunity to grab both his wrists and pin them down to the mattress.

Chest heaving, Robbe smiled, lowering himself over Sander, pressing his arms further into the covers. Sander was panting too, even more so than Robbe was.

“Still think I’m too weak to defend myself?” Robbe teased, proudly.

While Robbe had been expecting more teasing, Sander’s face softened and he relaxed his body under Robbe’s. “I think you’re perfect.”

The fondness in Sander’s voice took Robbe by surprise and, for a moment, he wasn’t sure how to respond. If it’d been anyone else… but it wasn’t. This was Sander and he was like this, always affectionate and saying things like this without realizing what they sounded like.

So, Robbe laughed, brushing the remark aside with a soft ‘idiot’, which only made Sander’s smile widden. He rolled off of him, laying back on the bed and sighing deeply.

“I don’t want to get up, like, ever.” Turning his head towards Sander, he added, “Can we just stay here forever?”

Much to Robbe’s confusion, Sander shook his head. “No way”

Getting up on one elbow and turning his whole body towards Sander, Robbe asked, “What? Why not?”

Sander didn’t answer at first, throwing his feet off the bed and onto the floor. He got up and turned towards Robbe expectantly.  When he didn’t hear any sound coming from Robbe, Sander threw his hands up in exasperation, a small smirk playing on his lips.

“ Because , Robin, I’m going to make you the best breakfast you’ve ever had”

Robbe hesitated, chuckling slightly in case it’d been a joke, but Sander seemed dead serious, extending an arm towards Robbe.

“Allez, come”

Robbe sighed, putting his hand in Sander’s and letting himself be tugged up. “Sander…”

Robbe’s whining didn’t deter Sander however, as he led them to the kitchen.

“Ok, get me a pan, some bread and, hm… Ah! Cheese” Sander said, dropping Robbe’s hand in favour of feeling around on the counter to find the stove.

Robbe squinted his eyes at him, slightly worried this wasn’t going to end well. “Sander… Can you even… Like, since you can’t…?”

Sander turned towards Robbe. “Since I can’t see? I’m twenty years old, Robbe, I’ve used a stove before. Don’t worry, just get me the ingredients, you’ll see.”

Still uncertain, Robbe walked slowly towards the cabinets, bringing one over to Sander.

“Ok, I’m going to trust you Sander, but if you burn down the apartment, I’m telling Milan it was your fault” Robbe added, only half-jokingly.

Sander waved him off, before starting the stove.

After a while, Robbe caught onto what Sander was making him.

“Croques? Really? Is that even breakfast food?”

Sander tutted him disapprovingly. “Robbe, everything can be breakfast food if you eat it at breakfast.”

“I don’t think that’s how this works Sander, but whatever you say…” Robbe teased, sitting up on the counter next to where Sander was cooking.

Sander sighed, reaching for a knife and cutting the first croque in half. He took it in his left hand, reaching it out to Robbe. “Stop complaining and try this”

“I’m not even com-” Robbe began, before being interrupted by Sander quite literally shoving the croque into his mouth. He made a noise of complaint, but bit into it anyway, determined to scold Sander immediately after.

Only, as soon as he began to chew, Robbe felt his taste buds explode with joy. The flavour was perfect, the crispiness impeccable, every single bite into the food felt like a whole experience of its own. Robbe couldn’t help but let out a very satisfied hum, making Sander’s face beam with pride.

“Good, right?” He said, clearly already aware of the answer.

Robbe finished swallowing his bite before he answered, sounding bewildered. “Good? Sander, I’m convinced this is the best croque ever made”

Sander blushed a little under the compliment, dipping his head downwards. “I mean, I told you I wasn’t going to fuck this up”

Robbe smiled, extending his arm to ruffle Sander’s hair fondly. “I know, I’m sorry for doubting you. My mind is truly blown right now. I’m going to force you to come over every day to make me breakfast from now on”

Sander only raised his head, softly letting out a “Anytime”.

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The rest of his weekend passed by in a happy blur, his time spent between joking around with Sander and catching up on his homework. But, as all things do, monday eventually came around the corner, and with it came university.

In all fairness, this time, something else was exceeding his dread of having to go to class: the thought of seeing Noor.

She’d been texting him all weekend, but he’d managed to ignore her easily enough by staying busy. In school though, it would be a lot harder to avoid her.

The worst thing was that he knew he’d promised Sander he would break up with Noor. And it made sense: all they did lately was argue and get mad at each other. So, the problem wasn’t that Robbe didn’t think they should break up, but rather that he would do literally anything to avoid confrontation.

He hated it more than anything else. He didn’t want to hurt Noor, although he supposed ignoring all of her messages and calls was probably also hurting her. If he’d listen to himself, he would simply fire her a breakup text to get it over with, but he wasn’t that shitty.

So, while he was trying to gather the courage to walk up to her and get this over with, his plan was to avoid seeing her at all cost. The good thing about them being together for a while was that he pretty much knew her schedule by now, so he could try to take alternate paths to his classes or hang-out in different spots during his breaks.

It wasn’t exactly convenient, but it wouldn’t be for long anyway. Robbe was going to break up with Noor soon enough and then everything would go back to usual. Or, well, almost everything.

At least, that’s what he told himself Monday, as he had to take a five minutes long detour to get to his first class just so he wouldn’t run into Noor, who had a class next to him.

Coincidentally, it’s also what he told himself Tuesday. He was going to hang out with the guys in the cafeteria for lunch, as they had a common break. Only, as he’d made his way towards the cafeteria, he’d seen Noor exiting the girl’s bathroom and walking in the same direction. He’d quickly fired a text to the boys with a dumb excuse about having forgotten a textbook at home and ran the other way. He ate outside.

On Wednesday, Robbe had been determined to do it. He’d even drafted a little ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ speech the night before. So, he was ready, right? Except, he’d barely made two steps in Noor’s direction before he was stopped by Yasmina who needed him now , and ‘ no, Robbe, it can’t wait ’.

Turns out one of her friends was into Aaron - which, really? Aaron? - and they needed Robbe to subtly figure out if Aaron could be interested too.

“Yasmina, it’s Aaron . As long as she’s got two eyes and a heartbeat, I’m pretty sure he’ll be up for it.” Robbe sighed, trying not to appear as aggravated as he was. Seriously, did she need to have such a shit timing?

That led him to Thursday, at which point Robbe was almost convinced the universe was against this break up. He’d waited for her before his first class, but to no avail, as she didn’t even show up.

They had one break in common that day, around 1pm, but Thursday afternoons were reserved to hang out with Sander, and Robbe was not about to cancel on him just so he could break up with Noor. So, Robbe decided it would have to wait until friday, as he threw his bag over his shoulder and made his way towards the library where he knew Sander was waiting.

Robbe stopped at the tiny student coffee shop on his campus, ordering for both Sander and him. While he waited in line, he quickly shot Sander a text message to let him know he was done with his class and on his way to him, smiling dumbly at Sander’s answering ‘:D’.

He’d been so busy between school, first trying to avoid Noor, and then trying to find her, that he’d barely had time to text Sander since the weekend, let alone see him. He was glad they could still honour their Thursday tradition, just the two of them hanging out without having to worry about anything - or anyone - else.

The barista handed Robbe the two cups and Robbe hurried to the table where he knew Sander would already be sitting, all of his books and material spread over the table. Sander would probably be hunched over some paper, drawing, that concentrated look on his face. He would slightly stick his tongue out, sitting in between his teeth, his eyebrows furrowed and his hair falling in front of his face. Robbe had to admit it was quite the sight.

At first, Robbe had wondered how Sander could be an artist, seeing as he was blind. He’d always just assumed blind people had no way to draw, since they couldn’t see the paper, the colours or the drawing itself. Sander had simply snorted at that, before patiently explaining his method to Robbe.

He used mostly textured art, like pastel or paint. He’d draw with one hand, alternating between tracing the surface of whatever he wanted drawn and the surface of the paper with the other one. Robbe’s curiosity had pushed him to ask for a demonstration, and Sander had gladly obliged.

It was a fascinating process, and the respect and appreciation Robbe already had for Sander’s talent grew tenfold in the space of a single drawing. He’d just looked at Sander, moving seamlessly across the paper and found himself speechless. The only thought that came to him was that Sander was clearly in his element, that he belonged to the arts.

Still now, every time he’d had the privilege of catching Sander drawing, he’d been overwhelmed with this feeling of pride and warmth, watching entire worlds take form on the blank pages under Sander’s touch.

Sometimes, Robbe found himself thinking that Sander had the ability to make everything he touched turn into art. From the dull beige paper cup of coffee that could rival Albert Anker’s Coffee Drinking once it was held in between Sander’s fingers, to Robbe’s own pale skin that shined bright pink under Sander’s soft strokes.

Or the way he was stroking his hand through his hair right as Robbe walked up to him, pulling it back off of his forehead. That was true art.

Robbe shook the thought out of his head as he scraped back the chair next to Sander and sat down, slowly pushing Sander’s coffee to his hand.

“Robin! Finally!” Sander exclaimed enthusiastically, making Robbe chuckle.

“Missed me?” Robbe teased, taking a sip of his own coffee.

“Obviously,” Sander answered, sending him a beaming smile

Robbe laughed, getting his books out of his bag and carefully placing them next to Sander’s stuff on the table.

“What are you drawing?” He asked Sander, trying to peek into his open sketchbook.

Sander smirked, closing his sketchbook before Robbe could properly distinguish the shapes.

“Wouldn’t you like to know, huh?” He teased, making Robbe drop his head to the side in fond exasperation.

“Yes,” Robbe sighed, “I would like to.” He tried to sound annoyed, but he couldn’t help the smile slowly etching its way up his face.

“How badly?” Sander asked, his growing smile indicating he had a joke ready to go.

Robbe rolled his eyes, sighing loudly. “As bad as-”

“Robbe fucking Izjermans!”

Oh . Oh no .

Robbe whipped his head towards the voice, while Sander visibly startled on his chair, dropping his smile instantly.

Robbe mentally groaned when he saw he’d been right about who this voice belonged to. From the library’s entrance, Noor was storming his way, a visible scowl on her face.

Why was it that when Robbe was trying to find her, she was nowhere to be found, but as soon as he’d wanted a moment of peace, she suddenly showed up? What had Robbe done to get such bad karma?

“Noor,” Robbe sighed, “What are you doing here?”

Noor raised an eyebrow, coming to a halt in front of Robbe, arms crossed in front of her chest.

“What do you think I’m doing here? You’ve been ignoring all of my texts and I couldn’t find you anywhere!” Noor half-screamed, earning them a few dirty looks from nearby students.

Before Robbe could answer, Sander scoffed loudly.

“What? You got a problem?” Noor asked him, clearly offended by his reaction.

Sander sighed, bracing himself on the table as he got up to properly face Noor.

“Look, I get that you’re pissed, but Robbe dumped you. He doesn’t owe you anything.” Sander said, keeping his voice levelled, although Robbe could hear the hidden layer of frustration.

It took Robbe’s brain a few seconds to properly realize what Sander had just said, and when he did, it was already too late.

Noor made a surprised noise in the back of her throat, halfway through anger and disbelief.

“Dumped me? What the hell are you talking about?” Noor said, chuckling humourlessly. “Don’t mistake your dreams for reality, Anders.”

Robbe stood up at once, feeling all the blood drain from his face.

“Noor, come on, let’s talk in private.”

Robbe made a move to step towards Noor, but Sander’s arm shot up in front of him, barely missing his face by a few centimeters.

“Robbe didn’t break up with you?” Sander asked, turned in the general direction Noor was in.

Robbe didn’t know what hurt more, the anger in Sander’s voice or the look of pure disappointment on his face.

“Sander, look,” Robbe began, desperately trying to diffuse the whole situation.

Noor’s laugh cut him off, loud and obnoxious, clearly meant to irritate Sander. It seemed to work wonders, as Sander’s jaw clenched in response.

“I don’t know what kind of fucked up fantasies you’ve got going on in your head, Sander, but this is the real world. I guess you might be too crazy to understand what that is.” Noor spit out.

The words hit Sander the same way a punch would have. He stumbled a little backwards, dropping his arm. He turned around, hastily threw all of his stuff inside his bag in a jumble, picked his bag up and walked away without a word.

“Sander!” Robbe yelled, cringing at the desperation he could hear in his own voice. “Sander, wait!”

Robbe started putting his papers back into his own bag, determined to run after Sander, but Noor’s fingers settled around his arm, pulling him back softly.

“Come on, Robbe. Let him be, he’s not good for you anyway.” Noor said, smiling as if Robbe’s world wasn’t falling apart in front of him.

Robbe gave a sharp tug on his arm, freeing himself from Noor’s hold. He shook his head at her, feeling rage boiling up inside of him and threatening to overflow.

“You know what, Noor? We’re through. Over, done, finished!” Robbe yelled, too angry to find it in himself to care that the entire library was witness to their spectacle.

Robbe threw his bag over his shoulder and stormed towards the entrance, where Sander’s back had disappeared barely a few seconds ago.

“What the fuck, Robbe? Do you not love me anymore?” Noor asked, her voice high-pitched and frail.

Robbe sighed, turning back around to face her one last time.

“You’re cruel, Noor. You’re just cruel.” He said, voice tired.

He didn’t wait around to hear her try to convince him he was wrong and that Sander had somehow manipulated him, instead choosing to take off after Sander.

Robbe’s heart was beating so fast that he feared it might fly straight out of his chest. His mind was immediately going to the worst scenarios, telling him Sander would never forgive him, that it was over, that there was no point going after him... But Robbe knew better than that.

He knew that Sander was probably the best thing in his life right now and that he wasn’t going to let him walk away.

So, out he ran, the heavy library doors shutting behind him with a loud ‘thump’ .

Robbe looked around frantically, trying to spot a patch of blond hair in the sparse crowd of students, but to no avail. He ran his fingers through his hair, tugging a little at the strands in frustration.

That’s when he heard a loud crash coming from the boys’ washroom, and something clicked inside his head. He ran towards the room, which warranted him a couple side-looks, but his attention was focused on one sole thing: getting to Sander.

Inside, there didn’t appear to be anyone. All the stalls seemed closed, and the general area was empty. As Robbe stepped further in, he heard a small sniffling sound that broke his heart at once.

He put his bag down against the wall and walked along the stalls, softly pushing the doors open. When he reached the third to last one of the row, the door didn’t open, locked from the inside.

Robbe sighed softly. “Sander?”

The sniffling stopped.

“Sander, please. I just want to explain.”

Nothing but silence.

Robbe leaned his forehead on the door with a small thud.

“I’m sorry, Sander. I really am. I… I should have told you,” Robbe began, unsuccessfully trying to swallow the lump in his throat. “I did mean to break up with her.”

A scof came from the stall, turning into a sob halfway through, and Robbe wondered if there was any piece of his heart left to shatter.

“Sander…” Robbe whispered, worry seeping through his tone. “I’m not lying. I spent the week looking for her too. I couldn’t do it over text, that’s just… I’m not an asshole. Or, trying not to be.” Robbe explains, “I broke up with her just now. What she said to you…” Letting out a frustrated sigh, Robbe shakes his head at the memory. “She’s so horrible. I’m so sorry Sander”

“Don’t be.” Sander’s voice came from the stall, muffled. “She’s right,” He laughed, but it was a bitter sound.

“Sander, no. She isn’t.” Robbe said, a little destabilized at Sander’s sudden lack of self-confidence.

He heard Sander breathe in deeply inside the stall, and Robbe prepared himself for the worst.

“I’m fucking crazy, Robbe, ok? I’m bipolar.” Sander yelled, but he didn’t sound angry. All Robbe could hear was pain, and fear. Just so much fear. “So, yeah, she’s right. She’s right and you should probably go before I fuck up your life too.”

The silence that hung between them after Sander’s declaration was heavy. Robbe felt suffocated under the weight, and he could only begin to try to imagine how Sander was feeling.

“Sander,” He said, keeping his voice low but firm. “Let me in.”

Time stood still as Robbe waited for Sander to make a decision. Seconds passed by, maybe even minutes, Robbe wasn’t sure how long he stayed there, forehead against the door.

Slowly, he stepped back, prepared to argue his way into the stall, when he heard the lock slide open. The door didn’t budge, but Robbe wasn’t mistaken. This was Sander’s way of letting him in, both literally and figuratively.

Robbe took a deep breath, slowly pushing the door open. Sander was leaning on the opposite wall, head hung low and turned away from Robbe, in an attempt to hide his distress.

Robbe slowly closed the door behind him, locking it, before turning back to Sander. The stall wasn’t big and with the two of them, the space was definitely cramped. Robbe took that to his advantage, merely raising his arms to be able to graze Sander’s shoulders.

Sander stiffened, but didn’t move away. Robbe took that as an encouragement and, little by little, wrapped his arms around Sander’s now-trembling form. As soon as Sander’s chest collided with Robbe’s, Robbe felt Sander’s entire body give up on him.

Sander hid his face in Robbe’s shoulder, body limp in Robbe’s arms. As for Robbe, he had one arm caressing Sander’s back in large, circular motions, while the other was stroking his hair softly. He could feel Sander shake through his sobs, but Robbe ignored the urge to make him stop crying.

Sander needed to let it out, and Robbe would be there for him, even if it killed him to see Sander suffering.

Robbe whispered a steady stream of ‘it’s ok’, ‘I’m here’ and ‘let it out’ into Sander’s ear, and slowly but surely, Sander relaxed against him and his sobbing subdued.

When Robbe felt like Sander had calmed back down, he took his chance.

“Sander, you’re not crazy.” Robbe started, making Sander snort humorlessly. “You’re not. Having bipolar doesn’t make you crazy, Sander. And it’s definitely not going to make me go away.”

Robbe tugged Sander back, just enough to look at him as he said, “You’re not some kind of monster, Sander, and you sure as hell aren’t ruining my life. You’re like, the best person in my life right now.”

Sander’s eyes glistened with tears that threatened to fall, but the corner of his lips lifted up a little at that.

“I don’t care what happened between you and Britt, and I care even less about what Noor thinks of you. I know you, and I know that you’re an amazing, caring and talented person that I want in my life for as long as you want to be.” Robbe said, all at once, like the words were spilling out of his mouth the same way Sander’s tears were spilling out of his eyes. Out of his control, filled to the brim with emotions, but, oh, so liberating.

Sander stayed silent, a thunderstorm of emotions hidden in the quiet. Robbe was suddenly glad Sander couldn’t see him, because he was pretty sure his face looked like an open book, and he wasn’t ready to confront what was written on it yet.

He didn’t know why exactly, couldn’t pinpoint what it was about this moment specifically, about Sander’s stare, but it felt like something had shifted between them. Like there would be a before this, and an after this.

Robbe smiled at Sander, stroking his hair one last time before unwrapping his arms from around him.

Sander laughed, wiping at his wet cheeks in embarrassment. “I can’t believe we had this conversation in the school’s bathroom.”

Robbe chuckled, shaking his head. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, Sander. I have all of my heart-to-hearts in school bathrooms!”

Sander raised an eyebrow, a teasing look on his face. “The empty paper toilet dispensers and the vague urine smells really do it for you, huh?”

Robbe tried to suppress his smile, keeping his tone serious. “Oh, yeah. Big time!”

Sander wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, and Robbe responded by giving him a light push on the arm. They made their way out of the washroom, while Robbe avoided the stares of curious students wondering what all the fuss had been about (and probably questioning the tear streaks on both of their faces…).

When they reached the front doors, Robbe hesitated a moment, holding Sander back with a hand to his forearm. Sander stopped, turning back in Robbe’s direction.

“Do you maybe wanna go hang out at my flat?” Robbe asked, cringing at how fast his heartbeat had gotten at the simple sentence. He never got anxious when he asked the boys to hang around, although he hadn’t done so in a long time. So, why was it that whenever he had to ask Sander to hang out, Robbe’s hands got clammy and his heartbeat increased tenfold?

Sander just snorted in response, which only served to make Robbe even more apprehensive.

“You scared me! Of course, I do.” Sander said, now smiling brightly at Robbe.

Robbe wanted to be a little mad at Sander making fun of his hesitation, but he couldn’t help but beam in response, a comfortable warmth settling in his stomach.

They walked to the flatshare, arms locked at the crook of their elbows (if anyone asked, Robbe would say it was to guide Sander, despite them both knowing that Sander didn’t actually need it).

It was a sunny day, and it would have been too warm for Sander’s leather jacket had there not been a chilly breeze flowing through the air. Robbe wasn’t much of a fan of warm days, but when he saw the way the sunlight hit Sander’s face, perfectly illuminating his side profile of a golden hue, he figured he’d like them a lot more from now on.

Robbe couldn’t make himself look away from Sander’s face, intoxicated by the way it looked under the daylight. From the curve of his nose, to the way his eyes glistened, everything about Sander’s face had Robbe in a trance-like state.

He did eventually turn away, after he’d stumbled over a crack in the pavement and Sander had made fun of him, asking ‘who’s the blind one, huh?’ Sander had only been teasing, but Robbe figured it might be smarter for them to have at least a pair of eyes on the road.

Once they reached the apartment, Robbe didn’t even have to unlock the door to know that everyone was home. The sounds of cheers and laughter came through the door and resonated all the way to the staircase, warming Robbe’s heart instantly.

He barely had time to open the door and usher Sander in, before he was attacked by a swarm of bodies.

“Milan, you’re kind of crushing me” Robbe croaked out, the strength of Milan’s hug pressing all of his internal organs together painfully.

Milan loosened his arms immediately and stepped back, an apologetic smile on his face.

“So, what? Robbe gets all the love and I get none?” Sander asked, with a small (irresistible) pouth.

“Sander! Of course you do, come here!” Milan exclaimed, practically jumping in Sander’s arms. Zoë followed suit immediately, eyeing Senne, who just shrugged before joining in. Robbe laughed, moving to take his shoes off before they could attack him again.

“Come on guys, don’t suffocate him to death!” Robbe said, which got him a snort from Sander in response.

“You’re just jealous Robin,” Sander said, winking. The group hug slowly dissolved, as Milan let out a ‘ooooh burn!’ that made Robbe shake his head, amused.

“Sure, I am. It’s not like I’ve hugged you a thousand times before already” Robbe teased, while everyone returned to whatever they were doing in the kitchen.

Sander bent down to untie his shoes, shaking his head. “See, that’s precisely it. I’ve got you addicted”

Robbe laughed, sending a small ‘you wished’ Sander’s way, seemingly unaffected, despite his heart that skipped a beat in fear at Sander’s words.

They navigated to Robbe’s room, where Sander immediately laid down on the bed in a star shape.

Robbe went to his desk and took his books out of his bag, while Sander groaned in the background.

“Sander? You ok there?” Robbe asked, stifling a laugh, his back to Sander.

Sander sighed, hard. “Yeah, but I hope you realize that I’m never leaving your bed again. I’ve melted into the mattress.”

Robbe threw him a glance, seeing Sander had somehow snaked his way under the cover.

“Suit yourself, just don’t steal all the blankets,” Robbe answered, to which Sander scoffed.

“I would never do that! I’ll have you know that I’m a perfect blanket gentleman.”

Robbe hummed, sitting down to start working on his essay. He was quickly bored though, and with Sander in his room, Robbe didn’t really feel like slaving away doing homework. He turned to face Sander, only to find him fast asleep, his mouth open and squished against the pillow.  

Robbe chuckled under his breath, getting up to take a closer look. Once he got within reach of Sander, he slowly caressed his hair. The gesture made Sander frown a little, before he buried himself closer to the pillow, sighing happily.

Robbe smiled fondly, before moving away and to the end of the bed. He still didn’t feel like working on his homework, so he grabbed his controller and decided to game until Sander woke up from his impromptu nap.

After his third loss in a row, Robbe threw his controller aside and figured he was too out of it to keep playing. Looking at his phone, he saw that Sander had been out for a little over thirty minutes, so Robbe figured he might as well join him.

Taking his hoodie off, he walked to the other side of the bed in his shirt and jeans. He laid down next to Sander, who had turned to face Robbe’s way at some point in the past half hour.

When he was awake, Sander’s face always transpired a panoply of emotions. Even his eyes would glisten, darken and light up in the span of a single conversation. Robbe had always thought that blind people’s eyes wouldn’t hold much emotions, but he was clearly wrong. There were more emotions in a single one of Sander’s pupils than there was in most people’s entire face.

Robbe was pretty sure that’s what made him so fascinated with Sander’s face (because, let’s admit it, he was absolutely obsessed with it). He’d read somewhere that eyes were the window to someone’s soul, and while he was more inclined to think it was pure bullshit at first, since he’d met Sander, he’d come to understand the meaning of those words.

Robbe brushed a strand of hair that had fallen over Sander’s face, softly, trying his best not to disturb Sander’s peaceful sleep. Robbe didn’t know how to describe the swelling that overtook his chest as he watched Sander’s body raise and fall with each breath he took. He’d never felt this before, this peaceful yet gut-wrenching feeling that was filling up his heart.

There were a lot of feelings that Robbe had never felt before he’d met Sander. He didn’t know what it was about Sander that provoked those strong, undecipherable feelings that swallowed Robbe whole, but… He would be lying if he said he hated them. Whatever was causing this, Robbe didn’t mind. He liked Sander and he liked feeling like this, giddy in a way alcohol could never provide, yet rested in a way no amount of sleep could bring about.

He rested his hand in between his body and Sander’s, laying his head down on the pillow. He could feel Sander’s hot breath hit his cheeks from how close they were laying, but it didn’t annoy him. On the contrary, it made Robbe feel safe, content even, as he slowly drifted in and off of sleep.

His state of semi-slumber was interrupted when he felt Sander stirring awake next to him. Sander’s hand stretched and fell down on Robbe’s chest, which made Sander startle.

“Robbe?” He asked, voice still full of sleep.

Robbe hummed in answer.

“What did I just hit?” Sander questioned, his eyebrows furrowing as he felt around Robbe’s chest for clues.

“Chest” Robbe answered, chuckling at the concentrated look on Sander’s face.

“Ahhhh, all good then. Sorry for that,” Sander said, giving Robbe’s chest one last apologetic pat before rising to sit up. Robbe followed.

“Hey, what time is it?” Sander asked, sounding a little stressed all of a sudden.

Robbe looked around for his phone, finding it near his desk. “Hmmm, just about four, why?”

Sander rose to his feet so fast that Robbe feared he might fall down when he started swaying. “Shit! I have to be back home by four thirty to babysit, I’m so sorry. I promised my mom and-”

Robbe interrupted Sander, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Sander, it’s chill. Don’t worry”

Sander nodded, but didn’t seem convinced, as he chewed on his lips. He mumbled something under his breath, too low for Robbe to hear.

“What?” Robbe prodded, curious.

Sander sighed, running a hand over his face. “I can’t believe I spent our time together sleeping. I’m so sorry, Robbe.”

Robbe sighed as well, but a little more tenderly. “Sander, I swear it’s fine. I slept too. Besides, we can always hang out tomorrow, once we’re done with classes, right?”

That suggestion seemed to enchant Sander, whose eyes immediately lit up. He snapped his fingers as if he’d just had an illumination, a smile spreading on his face.

"What? You look like you’ve just had a moment of genius.” Robbe teased.

“Even better! I’m going out with friends from uni tomorrow night.” Sander said, excitedly.

Robbe couldn’t help but feel his face fall at that. “Oh. Ok, I get it”

Sander shook his head. “No! No, you don’t. I meant to ask you this earlier, but forgot…” He took a breath, as if steeling himself. “Would you want to meet them? Tomorrow?”

Robbe was stunned into silence, staring at Sander, his mouth hanging open. Sander wanted to present him to his actual friends? He wanted to include Robbe in other parts of his life?

“How is that even a question? Of course I do!” Robbe said, getting just as excited about the idea as Sander.

“Yeah?” Sander added, his smile ever growing.

“Yes!” Robbe said, adding, “Since when do you even have other friends?”

Sander stuck his tongue out at Robbe. “Ha. Ha. Very funny, Robin.”

“Thank you, I think so too”

Sander grabbed his stuff after that, promising he’d send Robbe the address as soon as he’d be home. Robbe suggested walking Sander to the tram, but Sander declined, insisting he could get there on his own.

When Sander was gone, Robbe closed the door and leaned his back against it, slowly sliding to the floor. He was going to meet Sander’s actual friends. He was going to meet Sander’s actual friends! Fuck! Why had he accepted the invitation? This was such a bad idea, they were probably going to hate him and-

Groaning, Robbe lowered his head on his knees.

“Woah, there. Someone’s having a crisis,” Milan said, to which Robbe only grunted in answer.

“Come on, Robbe. What’s on your mind?” Milan asked, sitting down next to him.

“Sander invited me to meet his other university friends tomorrow night.” Robbe sighed.

Milan blinked at him, confused. “And?”

“And, I said yes!” Robbe half-screamed, exasperated by his own actions.

Milan chuckled, looking just as puzzled. “How is that a bad thing? It’s good that he wants you to meet them!”

Robbe groaned at Milan’s incomprehension. “They’re gonna hate me Milan! They’re probably all cool art kids and I’m…” He gestured vaguely towards himself, “not!”

Milan sighed, patting Robbe’s back sympathetically. “Come on, Robbe. You’re smart, interesting and super cute! There’s no way they won’t fall in love with you the second they see you.”

Robbe threw a glance Milan’s way, “Thanks Milan.”

Milan nodded, “Good luck! You’ll be great,” He said, getting up and walking away.

Robbe’s worries were far from gone, but he was glad that Milan thought so highly of him. If all else failed, he knew he’d always have the flatshare to fall back on. That was a constant Robbe was so grateful to have in his life, he didn’t think he could ever find words to express it properly.

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The next day passed by so slowly that it felt painful. It’s like time had decided to mock him, by prolonging his suffering.

Robbe hadn’t registered a single word from his lectures, spending the hours looking back and forth at the clock, so much so that he feared he might end up with a torticollis by the end of the day. If the end of the day ever came, that is.

The second his last lecture of the afternoon was dismissed, Robbe had pounced on the door, practically running all the way back to his flat.

Sander had, as promised, texted him the address the night before. They were meeting at a local bar, nothing too fancy, but Robbe’s usual ‘jogging and sweater’ school attire would probably be too lowkey.

Robbe tried rummaging through his closet, throwing about half of it out before giving up.

“Milan! Milan!” He screamed, hoping Milan would be willing to help.

A second later, he popped his head into the room.

“You called for me?” He asked.

“Yes. Milan, can I please borrow something of yours for tonight? Everything I own is just… wrong” Robbe sighed, pleading Milan with his eyes.

Milan seemed to mull it over, before he threw the door wide open. “Of course you can! Come with, I’ll turn this pumpkin into a prince!”

Robbe laughed, following Milan around the house. “I’m pretty sure the pumpkin gets turned into a coach, not a prince.”

Milan stopped dead in his tracks, turning back to Robbe with a warning finger.

“Do you want my help or not?”

Robbe nodded vehemently.

“Then don’t question my Disney knowledge, Robbe! Flatmates rule #35!”

Robbe raised his hands in surrender, laughing, before Milan started back towards his own room, Robbe on his heels.

Milan did deliver on his promise, after all. Robbe was dressed in a nice long-sleeved shirt with fitted jeans, nothing too flashy, but classy enough to look like he’d put an effort into his outfit (which he, or rather Milan, had).

The bar wasn’t far from Robbe’s home, so he decided to simply walk there. He figured he could shake his nerves out on the way there, and, hopefully, be a little calmer once he’d reach his destination.

The breeze was nice, flowing through his curls. He had been smart enough to bring a jacket, in case the night grew colder as it got later. Despite the atmosphere and his precautions, Robbe couldn’t help the hammering of his heart against his ribcage. He felt even worse than he had that one time in second grade when he’d been called out in class to make a presentation about a book he’d never bothered to read.

Soon enough, he reached the bar, which seemed to be busy with customers. Robbe closed his eyes, taking deep breaths. He tried to tell himself that everything would go smoothly, that Sander’s friends would like him, and that he’d get out of this alive and with his pride intact. If the shaking in his hands was anything to go by, he wasn’t very good at convincing himself.

He sighed, shaking his hands out, before walking into the bar. A radio was playing in the background, just barely covering the noise of the chatter. Robbe walked a little further in, immediately spotting Sander in the corner, sitting at a table with three other people.

Robbe took another deep breath for good luck, and made his way to their table. All three pairs of (functional) eyes were staring at him as he walked, more curious than austere, which reassured Robbe a little.

A blonde guy was the first to signal Robbe’s arrival. “This must be the famous Robbe!”

“Yeah, hi!” Robbe said, nodding in everyone���s direction.

Sander’s whole body whipped towards Robbe when he spoke. “Robbe! You’re here! Sit, sit,”

Sander fumbled with the chair next to him, making space for Robbe to sit next to him. Robbe thanked him, sitting down, trying not to be too unsettled by the looks Sander’s friends kept throwing each other.

Sander’s right hand came to rest on Robbe’s left shoulder immediately.

“Did you find the place easily? I think it’s pretty close to your place, isn’t it?” Sander asked, with the same considerate tone he took every time he wanted to make sure Robbe was ok.

Robbe figured he could probably sense his nervousness. Hell, anyone in a five mile radius who took one look at him could probably tell he was shitting his pants.

“Yeah, it was fine, don’t worry Sander” Robbe answered, smiling.

Sander smiled as well, more to himself, but Robbe still caught it and it made him feel a little more at ease.

Only a little though, because the same boy from earlier decided to clear his throat at that moment, making both Robbe and Sander turn their head towards him abruptly.

He had both of his eyebrows raised, and a knowing smile floating on his face.

“Sooo, Robbe, what are you studying?”

The night went on pretty similarly. After the initial interrogation, Robbe stayed a bit more silent, observing how Sander interacted with his friends.

At some point, Robbe was listening to a drunken story from one of the girls, Marie, while tapping the fingers of his hand on the table. He hadn’t even noticed the nervous tic, before Sander’s hand came to rest on top of it. Robbe’s eyes were instantly drawn to their overlapping hands.

Sander squeezed once in reassurance, and it made Robbe smile. Even in social situations like these, Sander always had a way of knowing exactly how Robbe was feeling, and exactly how to make him feel better. Robbe squeezed back, before Sander slowly took his hand back.

The night wasn’t much different from Robbe and Sander’s regular nights, in that Sander acted exactly the same way he always had with Robbe. When something really funny made him laugh, he would softly knock his forehead on Robbe’s shoulder, hiding his face as he giggled. When he couldn’t remember where he’d placed his glass, he’d lightly tap Robbe’s hand with his own, a silent signal that Robbe had long learned, and Robbe would silently pass Sander’s glass over to him. And when Sander felt Robbe become too antsy, he’d place his hand on Robbe’s bouncing knee, tapping fingers or shaky hands.

Before knowing Sander, Robbe hadn’t been used to touchy people, but now that he was, he found Sander’s small, mindless gestures calming, in the same familiar way that your childhood beddings or your mama’s hugs appease you.

After a while, the blond guy, Max, sipped the last of his beer, knocking it back against the table.

“So, who wants what? This round’s on me!” Max said, already pushing to get up.

Sander stood up at once, surprising everyone at the table.

“No! I’ll go. It’s my turn with the tab, anyway.” Sander said, sounding sure of himself.

Robbe furrowed his eyebrows, but said nothing when he saw Max sit back down and cheer Sander on. Everyone passed their orders and Sander repeated them once before expertly making his way to the bartender.

“How does he navigate so well everywhere?” Robbe asked out loud, to no one particularly. Max probably assumed the question was directed to him, since he took it upon himself to answer.

“Oh, that? It’s like his little superpower. Bring him somewhere once or twice and he’ll know the place by heart.” Max said, earning a few chuckles from the girls and a curious glance from Robbe.

If Sander was so good with directions, then why did he always let Robbe guide him by the arm? Robbe had never really thought about the fact that Sander could seemingly perfectly get back home by himself, but required Robbe’s assistance in the flatshare or when they went out somewhere.

His thoughts were interrupted by Marie.

“Say, you two are pretty close, huh?” She asked, her smile telling Robbe that her question covered a hidden meaning.

“Yeah, sure, he’s a good friend.” Robbe shrugged, smiling politely.

Marie and the other girl, Anne, exchange an amused look.

“Yeah, I bet you must be really good friends,” Anne added, laughing.

Robbe’s face scrunched up in confusion.

“I don't get the joke” He said, a little annoyed.

Max sighed, like an exasperated parent. “Robbe, haven’t you noticed that Sander is a little…” He looked towards Marie, “touchy?”

Robbe frowned. “Yeah? He’s blind, touch is, like, his way of seeing.”

Max nodded. “Then, why does he only ever touch you ?”

Robbe could feel his features harden. He wasn’t dumb, he could clearly understand what Max was insinuating.

“He doesn’t.” Robbe answered, his tone sharp and severe.

Max smiled, as if he could clearly see through Robbe’s bluff. He held Robbe’s gaze.

“He does, though.”

Robbe thought back to all the times he’d been with Sander and other people. He did accept Milan’s group hugs, but even when he came over to eat at the flatshare, he wouldn’t purposefully brush his hands on Milan’s, Zoë’s or Senne’s. If they went to catch a movie with the boys, Sander would only ever lay his head on Robbe’s shoulder, curling up into his side. Even at Sander’s house, Robbe couldn’t remember Sander being so tactile with his mother or his sister. He always did stuff himself, and if he needed them, he’d call them out loud instead of touching them to get their attention the way he did with Robbe.

And tonight. Sander had kept a free seat next to him for Robbe. He’d touched Robbe, almost constantly in one way or another. But he’d never even accidentally brushed against one of his other friends. He wasn’t cold towards them, and you could see the friendship that was linking them together, but still… No touch.

If Sander was truly that tactile, then wouldn’t his childhood friend, Max, and his other uni friends notice he’s tactile as well?

So, if Sander was only ever tactile with Robbe, then why? Was it funny to him? Did Sander think he could try and see what he could do, how far he could go, before Robbe would catch up?

The befriending, the breakup, the mysterious past with Britt… Everything was making sense, now. Robbe had been played, hard. He didn’t know why, what motive Sander could possibly have to make a fool out of Robbe, but he’d succeeded.

Robbe felt angry, betrayed and ashamed. But most of all, he felt pain. He could sense his heart cracking and falling into tiny pieces, as more and more worries overtake his mind.

Whatever he had left of pride was holding back his tears from rolling down his cheeks. He got up, grabbed his bag and coat.

“I... I have to go.” Robbe told the group of three, hurrying towards the entrance like his life depended on it (and at the moment, he felt like it truly did).

He slammed the door open, stepping outside as the first tear streamed down his face. He tried to wipe it away, but it only got replaced with even more tears. He walked down the small steps and leaned against the wall, his head tilted to the sky.

He was furious. He wanted nothing more than to go back in there, make a scene and demand explanations from Sander. But even more than that, he was humiliated. It wasn’t the first time he’d been made fun of, but this time, it hurt a lot more and a lot deeper. What he felt with Sander…

It’s true what they say, he supposes. Ignorance truly is bliss.

Robbe heard the doorbell of the bar ring, but he didn’t pay attention to it.

“Robbe? Robbe!” a voice shouted from his right.

Sander.

“Fuck off, Sander.” Robbe said, getting ready to walk away, but Sander was quicker in grabbing his arm. Robbe sighed tiredly, too exhausted and hurt to fight. “Let go,”

Sander shook his head firmly.

“No. No, Robbe, come on. I don’t know what they told you, but whatever it was, it’s definitely not what you think.” Sander pleaded.

“I don’t care, Sander. Whatever little game you were playing, I hope you had your fun. I’m out.” Robbe said, trying, unsuccessfully, to shake his arm out of Sander’s grasp. “Let me go, Sander!”

“Robbe, Robbe, listen to me. Please. I wasn’t playing any game, I swear, I can explain. Please.” Sander was practically begging, and Robbe could see tears forming in his eyes. He turned his head away.

“Let go,” was all Robbe said, trying to appear cold and composed.

Sander loosened his grip, and Robbe thought he’d finally listened.

A second later, Sander’s hands were cupping his face. Another second later, and Sander’s lips were on his.

Robbe was frozen in place at first, his brain unable to process everything that was happening.

The warmth from Sander’s hands on Robbe’s cold, wet, cheeks. The warmth of Sander’s mouth against his own. The explosion of heat pooling in his stomach. The explosion in his own brain.

Sander was… Kissing him?

Robbe brought his hands up to Sander’s shoulders, pushing him back. He felt a little bad when he saw Sander stumble backwards, not realizing how hard he had pushed him away.

“Sander… I…” Robbe started, unable to form a single coherent thought.

“I like you, Robbe. A lot. A lot more than other people. So, that’s why. I wasn’t playing you.” Sander said, a sad smile dancing on his lips.

Robbe took a small, tentative step back. He could feel his body shaking, badly, as if the temperature had suddenly dropped well under zero.

“Sander… I don’t… I’m not…” He swallowed painfully, “I don’t like you, not like that .”

The word was said with a bit more venom than Robbe had been shooting for, and he could see the second it hit Sander.

Sander’s face crumpled, as he whispered a small, desperate, “What?”

Robbe tried to breathe in, but even his breathing was shaky. “I’m so sorry, Sander. I’m… I have to go. I just… I can’t. I’m sorry.”

Robbe threw Sander one last apologetic look, turning on his heels and walking away.

The last thing he heard were Sander’s first sobs. His own followed soon after.

As soon as Robbe turned the corner, he let his tears flow freely as he took off in a run. He didn’t even know where he was going, or where he was, but he didn’t care.

His whole world had just fallen apart and the most important person in his life was gone.

[onlyhenrys]

The Choice - Chapter 2

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Summary: Grey Syverson and Winter Derby set off into an interesting journey of life as neighbors. Grey Syverson is a cheeky veteran always falling in love with the wrong women. Winter Derby, a veterinary student ready to graduate and settle down with her long time boyfriend. Sy thinks his life is already full of joy and happiness - then Winter moves in the house next door.

It’s a story about overcoming barriers to be with your loved ones. It is about pure and intense romantic love, trust, strength and the reality that all choice is a cheap illusion

Thank you @iloveyouyen for supporting me no matter what and for beta’ ing this story for me. I love you ♥️

Chapter 2

“Hailey,” he groaned, “what have you done?!”

The brunette raised her eyebrow at him, a spoon with ice cream on its way to her mouth. “What’s your problem?”

The Captain clenched his fists and pressed his lips together in a thin line. “My problem is,” he spat, “that the new neighbor thinks I’m a fucking player.”

Hailey lowered the spoon. “And you care about that, because? It’s not like people haven’t thought that about you before,” she pointed out, “since when do you care what people think?”

Sy stumbled a step back, not knowing how to answer. She was right, of course. He usually didn’t care about what people thought about him, but it felt different with Winter. He wanted to make a good first impression on her because for the first time in years it actually felt like he had a chance of happiness.

Hailey’s eyes started to twinkle as she tilted her head to the side, her gaze never wavering from his face. “Uh-oh.”

Sy sighed. “What?”

A full smile broke out on her face and she leaned forward, pressing the box of ice cream in his hands before standing on her tiptoes to whisper in his ear. “I will tell you later.”

She patted his shoulders and walked away, her hips swaying playfully, leaving him alone with Aika and his ice cream. He mumbled to himself as he sat down, the box of ice cream still in his hands. He wondered if he should go back to Winter, to apologize, to explain. He didn’t want their ‘relationship’ to start off with her thinking that he had a girlfriend, while in reality, it was just his sister.

He pushed himself off the chair and moved towards the veranda, taking a deep breath before walking to the single chair that was waiting for him. He leaned down to turn on the small radio on the ground next to him, filling the air with his rock music. He sat down in the chair and leaned his head back, enjoying the peace and quiet that his music brought him.

It was tough, being a veteran living alone. Often he found himself trapped, stuck in his own head, especially at night. Aika was there when he woke up in terror, his body shaking with fear, she was always there for him, but the comfort of his dog was not all that Sy was looking for. He was searching for someone to share that burden with. Someone that would comfort him, wrap her arms around him and make him feel safe.

His train of thoughts was broken off by a hand of his shoulder, startling him. He opened his eyes and let them travel over the woman’s curves, ending with her face that was knitted together with annoyance, a look that he was too familiar with.

“What do you think you’re doing?” She demanded, her arms crossed in front of her chest. “It’s almost midnight, some people are actually trying to get some rest.” She pointed towards her clothes, clear evidence that she was one of those people.

He gestured to the radio. “I was just listening to some music.”

A faint blush rose on her cheeks as she locked her arms across her chest. “Now? You really couldn’t wait until tomorrow?”

“Ehm, no?”

Winter stomped her foot in anger and took a step back, her hands balled into fists. “You’re a fucking asshole, you know that? I thought I was able to get some rest because I have an important exam tomorrow, but no, mister Syverson decided that he needs to listen to some shitty rock music.”

He raised his hands in surrender, his cerulean eyes searching her face. “Calm down, woman. You have a terrible taste if you think that this music is shitty.”

Winter dragged a hand through her white strands and shook her head. “I don’t know why I expected you to be nice,” she turned on her heels and stalked back towards her house, “I’m dealing with a child here. No wonder you only own one chair, no one is able to bear your presence long enough for you to buy a second one.”

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A loud banging on her door woke her up from her slumber and she moaned as she shifted to look at the time, grimacing as it was 2 AM. She debated on letting the stranger knock on the door, ignoring the sound, but Bear became restless and released a bark as he pushed the door of her bedroom open, rushing to the front door. Sleep hazed her mind as she found her way downstairs, supporting herself against the railing of the stairs.

A large, slender hand was slamming on her door and her eyes widened as she recognized the man. It’s been months since their first encounter and Winter had tried to avoid Grey Syverson like the plague, focusing on her exams and her graduation.

‘’What the hell?’’ she mumbled before turning the doorknob, raising her eyebrow to the veteran.

He was supporting himself against her threshold, catching his breath. ‘’The puppy’s,’’ he managed to get out, ‘’they’re coming.’’

Her eyes widened and she shrugged on a jacket, hurrying after him. Sy kept quiet as he rushed back to the house, his face taut with worry. She fought back a smile at his worry. He may be one of the most annoying people she’s ever met but at least he cared dearly about his dog.

‘’I woke up to her whimpering and when I examined her she started shaking and some kind of fluid covered the ground,’’ he turned his head to look at her, ‘’there’s isn’t something wrong, is there?’’

Winter reached out and placed a hand on his upper arm, squeezing slightly. ‘’It sounds like the first puppy should arrive within 20 to 30 minutes, depending on when you found the fluid. But I can’t tell you if she’s okay, not without examining her myself.’’

He bit his lip and nodded, showing her the way upstairs, into his bedroom, where the German Shepherd was panting, her tongue almost on the ground. Winter crouched next to her and the tired dog lifted her head, staring straight at the white-haired woman.

‘’It’s okay, darling,’’ Winter whispered, ‘’I know it’s hurting, but you can do this.’’

As on cue, another contraction ran through the poor dog’s body and Sy crept closer, watching in amazement as a small face became visible. The first puppy plopped on the ground and Aika immediately turned, cleaning the little one with her long tongue.

A gasp tore Winter’s attention from the small family and she started to chuckle as she noticed the expression on Sy’s face. ‘’Are you crying, Captain?’’

He wiped at his face, removing every evidence of his emotional episode. ‘’Shut up,’’ he snapped, but there was no heat behind his words as he stared down at the little squirming puppy.

It took almost 2 hours for Aika to get three puppies out. Sy became more and more worried as time passed and the last one wouldn’t show. The large man drove her crazy as he paced behind her, nowhere near as patient as she was. Winter knew she couldn’t blame him for it. Watching your dog give birth was a scary thing, especially with all the risks, but she knew what she was doing, so he had no reason to pace like this

‘’Quit that, will ya?’’

He stopped his pacing and turned to face her, his head tilted. ‘’What was that?’’

She sighed as she wrapped her arms around her knees, leaning against the back of the bed. ‘’Stop pacing, this is totally normal for dogs,’’ she patted the space next to her, ‘’sit down.’’

He dropped his hands, and lowered himself next to her, his shoulder brushing against hers. ‘’You really think she’s gonna be alright?’’

Her gaze trailed to the dog, who was sleeping, her head resting on her large paws. ‘’Yeah, dogs are different from humans. They have the privilege to rest inbetween giving birth,’’ she chuckled, ‘’it won’t take long now.’’

The Captain nodded and leaned his head back against the bed, his eyes fluttering close, shadows dark under his eyes. Winter watched in silence as his breathing evened out and his head started to fall to the side, hitting her shoulder with a quiet thud. She winced at the contact and was sure that he would wake up, but he surprised her as he snuggled closer to her, burying his head in the crook of her neck.

A shiver ran over her spine at the feeling of his hot breath against her neck and she released a shuddering breath before gazing at Aika, who was staring right back at her. ‘’You’re dad is crazy, you know that?’’ A lopsided smile made its way on her lips. ‘’But I kinda grew to like him.’’

‘’I knew you secretly liked me,’’ Sy mumbled against her shoulder, slowly coming back to his senses, startling Winter.

She pushed him off and scrambled away from him, a faint blush already creeping up her cheeks. ‘’You asshole, I can’t believe you’ve been up this whole time.’’

His cerulean eyes sparkled as he looked up to her, a shit eating grin already on his face. ‘’I wasn’t awake the whole time, woman. Just from the moment I hit your shoulder and - ‘’

His voice trailed off as his attention got dragged to Aika, who was shaking as she got hit with a contraction. Winter sat herself down on the bed, carefully monitoring the contraction. ‘’About time,’’ she mumbled, before rushing forward, catching the little puppy before lowering it to the ground, giving the new mom time to adjust.

Sy leaned over her shoulder to peek at the small family, a soft smile on his face. “Congratulations, we just became grandparents.”

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“Are you sure you shouldn’t take them to the clinic? Just to be certain that they’re healthy?”

Winter dropped her head on the table, ready to slap the guy. “Yes, for the hundredths time, I know what I’m doing and they’re all healthy.”

“But - “

“Stop it, will you?” She interrupted him. “If you want to take her to the clinic, go ahead, I won’t stop you. But it’s not fucking necessary. It’s better to keep an eye on them here and not drag them around in a car.”

Sy dragged a hand over his face, debating her words before falling down in the chair across from her. “Fine, I’m sorry for doubting you. I just…. I want the best for her and not screw this up.”

She looked up and their eyes met, sending a strange spark through her body. “You’re doing fine, Grey. And you’re not alone, I will help. They’re my grandchildren too after all.”

A chuckle escaped as he shook his head. “I honestly don’t know what I would’ve done without you, Winter,” his gaze held hers, “thank you.”

She leaned back in her chair, a blush on her cheeks before taking a sip from her water. “Well, you definitely would’ve cried more without me here.”

He groaned and hid his face in his hands. “Will ya stop that? It was a long day, alright?”

She leaned forward and patted his shoulder. “Of course, Captain. I’m sure that’s it. But don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone that ‘the mighty Captain Syverson’ cried while watching his dog give birth.”

He pressed his lips together, knowing fully well that she was just teasing him and decided to change the subject. “Do you think we should check up on them?”

“Yeah, that’s probably a good idea.” Winter finished her drink and pushed herself away from the chair, leaving the glass in the sink before following him upstairs, her footsteps light compared to his heavy ones.

Sy stopped in the doorway and leaned against the threshold, his arms folded across his chest as he stared down at the little family of five.

“They’re beautiful, aren’t they?”

Winter raised an eyebrow, shooting daggers through his back. “I don’t know, you’re blocking the doorway with that large body of yours.”

He snickered and stepped aside, giving her space to enter the room and watch the puppies herself.

“Yeah, they’re adorable.”

He turned around to look at the clock before facing her again, a frown between his eyebrows. “Do you want to stay here?” He raised his hands to stop her from interrupting. “I mean to keep an eye on the pups, nothing more. You can sleep on the bed, I will just take the floor. I don’t feel comfortable letting you go back home at this time.”

Winter bit her lip to fight a smile that threatened to take over. “Grey, you know my house is like a 2 minute walk away from here, right?”

“I don’t care,” he snatched one of the blankets from the bed and plopped himself down on the ground, “you’re staying here.”

“Stupid, dominant, man,” she mumbled to herself before wrapping herself in the warm blankets, relaxing almost immediately, “your mattress is really soft, I like it.”

It was quiet for a few seconds.

“I hurt my back when I was still in the army,” he softly rumbled, “without that mattress I’m not able to sleep.”

Winter shot up and peeked over the edge of the bed. “What are you doing down there, you moron? Get up here.” She shifted to the other side and watched in silence as he settled on the bed, his features smoothing in just a few seconds. “Why didn’t you tell me before? I feel horrible for even considering letting you sleep on the floor.”

His eyes were already drooping and he fought to open them enough to gaze at her. “I want you to feel comfortable, and I know you hate me, so I didn’t want to bother you.”

She took a deep, pained breath and closed her eyes, her chin quivering. “I don’t hate you, Grey,” she whispered, afraid to open her eyes. When she finally found the courage to face him, she found him already deeply asleep.

She carefully brushed one of his curls away from his face before laying down on her side, facing him. A soft smile pulled on her mouth as a snore escaped from his parted lips before she was dragged into the sweet darkness herself.

[imagine-loki]

Blushing in His Colours, Chapter 15

TITLE: Blushing in His Colours CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 15 AUTHOR: fanficshiddles ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki being a Daddy Dom, his adores and loves his little, worships the ground she walks on. She has vaginismus, but he couldn’t be more supportive with her. RATING: M

Mia was a bit disappointed with how slow it was going to take, making progress with the dilators. It had been two weeks and she had been using the smallest one daily, but it was still a struggle getting it in initially. Though she did feel there was a little less resistance than at first.

Loki kept telling her it would take time, there was no rush. And she knew he was right, but at the same time she still wanted to be able to have sex with him properly, sooner rather than later.

He knew that she was eager to get going with it. So he wasn’t overly surprised when he teleported into her room one afternoon and found her lying on her bed with a pillow under her hips, trying to get the next size inside her. But she was clearly frustrated and had tears in her eyes.

‘Mia, what are you doing?’ He asked, making her jump as she hadn’t noticed him appear. She dropped the dilator in surprise.

‘I… I was trying to get the next one in.’ She said shyly, sitting up and closing her legs.

‘Oh sweetling. What did I tell you about trying the next size? Hmm? You’re not ready yet.’ He sat down on the edge of the bed and took the dilator away, cleaning it from lube with his Seidr and having it go back into the box.

She curled herself up a bit and looked at him sheepishly.

‘I know… But the dildo I’ve used before is that size and I’ve been able to get it in before.’ She whined.

‘How many times?’

‘Twice, I think.’

‘And you told me that last time you used it, it took a long time and it wasn’t comfortable, that you then panicked as it hurt pulling it out. Correct?’ Loki said knowingly.

She nodded, looking down. He reached over and cupped her chin, raising her head up so she had to look at him. ‘Dependant on your cycle, sometimes you will be more relaxed and easier aroused than other times. But you need to just take it as slow as your body needs you to. If you force it, you are only going to hurt yourself.’

‘I know, I know.’ She sighed.

‘Come here.’ He motioned her to him with his head and opened up his arms to her.

She crawled over to him and onto his lap, he wrapped his arms around her as she snuggled against her Daddy. He placed his chin atop of her head and slipped his hand under her top, stroking her back softly.

‘Promise me you won’t try the larger one again without me?’

‘I promise.’ She nodded, clinging to his shirt.

‘Good girl.’ He purred, smiling when he felt her squirm a little at his praise.

-

The team, including Mia, were all relaxing outside on a sunny afternoon. They didn’t have any work to do, so were having a well-deserved day off.

Mia was lying with her head on Loki’s lap, while he was leaning back against a tree, just gently playing with her hair.

‘Is there anything you’d like to do later, sweetling?’ Loki asked quietly, so just Mia would hear. The others were sunbathing not too far from them, but just out of earshot.

Mia smiled and looked up at Loki. ‘Could we go bowling?’ She asked, hopeful.

‘Did someone say bowling?’ Clint said, his head shooting up.

‘Bowling?’ Tony asked, pulling down his sunglasses.

Loki rolled his eyes and face-palmed. ‘I was asking Mia what she wanted to do later, not you lot.’ He grumbled as he draped his arm back down over her chest.

Mia giggled and held onto his arm. ‘Why don’t we all go?’ She suggested.

The team were all keen for it. Loki had hoped to just be alone with Mia, he preferred it when it was just the two of them. But he couldn’t resist her pleading eyes.

Loki was rather impressed with her bowling skills. He wasn’t sure why he never expected her to be so good at it, she was completely thrashing the team. On par with Clint, who was usually the best, was struggling to remain at a tie with her.

Thor had the strength and force to often get strikes if he aimed right, but he was rubbish when it came to just having a few pins left.

Loki was pretty good, almost on par with Clint and Mia. He was able to get the more difficult half strikes compared to the others. Mia wasn’t totally convinced that he wasn’t cheating and using his Seidr, though.

‘Are you using magic?’ She whispered to him when he was catching up on her and Clint on the leader board.

He chuckled and slid his arm around her as she perched on his knee, waiting for her next turn.

‘Me? Cheating? Never!’ He said in mock shock as he squeezed her side playfully, making her giggle. ‘Watch this.’ He whispered into her ear.

She looked over to the team’s lane as he deliberately caused the ball that Tony was about to roll to go flying into the next lane. Mia hid her face into Loki’s neck as she laughed.

The team ripped the piss out of Tony for that shot. He was completely baffled at how he did that. Luckily for Loki, he didn’t see him or Mia sniggering together at the back.

After Clint won the game, only just with Mia coming a close second and Loki third, though he kept saying he allowed her to win, the team grabbed a burger and then went for a few drinks at their favourite pub.

Loki was quite intrigued to see a drunk Mia again. And she didn’t disappoint.

By the time they called it a night, she was dancing and singing drunkly with Natasha and Wanda as they headed up the street towards the taxi rank. The three of them led the way with their arms over one another, staggering about slightly.

Steve had Clint over his shoulder, as Clint had way too much. Thor was joyfully drunk and so was Tony. Loki was drunk too, but not as bad as Clint and the girls. It was Steve, Bruce and Vision who were the adults of the group.

After bundling into a few taxi’s, they all made it back to the compound. Loki and Mia made their way to Loki’s room, but Mia was in a playful mood. She was running ahead of him, laughing as she kept hiding around corners from him.

He rushed after her and whenever he almost had her, she would sprint off again giggling.

‘Come here, you little minx.’ He growled and gave chase again.

Mia looked over her shoulder and squealed when she saw Loki chasing her, hot on her tail. She skidded to a stop right outside his door, she bolted inside when she found it was unlocked and he went charging in after her. She made a dive for his bed and rolled over on it, Loki pounced on top of her and trapped her beneath him.

‘The hunter has captured his prey.’ He growled and leaned down to suck and nibble on her neck, making her laugh and squeal in delight as he slid his hands under her top and started tickling her.

She managed to wriggle downwards and half out from under him, she hooked her legs over his thigh and tried to roll over, attempting to wrestle him. He allowed her to think she was winning for a second, getting him down on his side. But then he got her wrists behind her back and held them in place with one large hand as he flipped her over, so once again she was the one underneath him.

‘You like it when I overpower you, don’t you, sweetling.’ He purred, kissing along her jawline.

She whimpered and quickly nodded. ‘I love how strong you are, Daddy.’ She said as she bit her lower lip, looking at him so innocently.

Loki chuckled and slid his free hand up her chest and he lightly stroked across her neck, then wrapped his hand around her. But didn’t put any pressure on. He was delighted when she tilted her head further back in submission for him, ashamedly, he almost came at the act.

‘Are you going to tie me up?’ She whispered, heart racing at the thought.

He chuckled and nuzzled her nose with his own. ‘Not tonight, my little sweetling. I am rather intoxicated myself.’

That was a rule Loki had added, he would never tie her up when either of them were drunk. She understood why, but right now she so horny and desperately wanted him to lose control with her.

Letting go of her wrists, he cupped her face in both hands and kissed her hungrily, their tongues delved together and made them both moan. But Mia suddenly needed the toilet.

‘Stop! I need to wee! Too much alcohol!’ She whined and started struggling to get out from under him.

Loki fell to the side, laughing. ‘Very sexy, sweetheart.’ He winked at her, letting her go.

‘Sorry, sorry, sorry!’ She chanted as she got off the bed and rushed to the bathroom.

He had almost passed out when she came back, but soon woke when a naked Mia jumped on top of him, resting her head on his chest. She had undressed and dumped her clothes in the bathroom so she was more comfortable.

Grinning, he wrapped his arms around her and sighed in contentment as she quickly fell asleep on top of him, feeling her soft skin under his fingers as he stroked up and down her back for a moment. But he was then quick to follow her to the land of nod.

[summahsunlight]

All For You, Part 10

Rating: T

Word Count: 1.6k+

Pairing: Poe Dameron X Pilot!Reader

Summary: Your life in the Resistance was not easy, being married to Commander Poe Dameron and a skilled pilot yourself. When you unexpectedly get pregnant, your life is forever changed. Raising a child on base is hard, but never having parents of your own as a child, you are determined to love your little girl and give her the best life. Poe is equally as devoted to you and your daughter, vowing to keep you both safe from the impending threat of the First Order.

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Kes Dameron might have been a large man but you knew him as one of the most gentle souls in the galaxy.  It did not surprise you that he melted instantly upon meeting his granddaughter. Emmy seemed completely at ease in her grandfather’s arms. “You forget how tiny they really are,” he said with a smile, his warm eyes filled with absolute affection for the little one he held. “I might be biased because I’m her grandpa--but she is the most beautiful baby in the entire galaxy.”

Poe chuckled, noticing that Emmy’s feet popped out of the swaddle.  He leaned over and gently tucked them back in.  “It’s okay to be biased--you’re her grandpa.” But, if Poe was honest, he agreed with his father--Emmy was the most beautiful baby. 

You glanced at your husband and father-in-law doting over that small baby, and you smiled to yourself. Growing up you had never felt even an ounce of the love those men had for your daughter--you knew right then and there that she was not only the most beautiful baby but also the most fortunate baby in the galaxy. 

Emmy began to get fussy and you realized that it was time to feed her. Taking her from her grandfather, you went to a more private place to give Emmy her lunch, leaving Poe and Kes alone for a few moments. 

“So, she hasn’t changed her mind,” Kes said once you were out of earshot.

“No,” Poe said, shaking his head. 

“Even as the Republic falls apart?”

“She insists that we should raise Emmy.”

Kes ran a hand over his face. He’d had these conversations with Shara--he never imagined his own son was going to have these same conversations. “A military base is no place for a baby, Poe.”

Poe sighed. He knew that, he’d been fighting with you since you told him you were pregnant about this. He was exhausted of having this fight. “I know, Dad, she just doesn’t want Emmy to feel abandoned--or unloved.”

His father smiled, sadly, at that. “There is no chance in hell that the little is ever going to feel unloved. According to the Princess, she was quite upset that her father was away for a few days.”

“Had her mother thinking she hated her.”

“No chance of that happening.”

“I told Y/N that--she wouldn’t listen to me.”

You returned then with the baby, slightly fussy in your arms. “Poe. I tried to put her down for a nap--it doesn’t matter if I sing that damn song to her--she just wants you.”

Poe stood up and gathered the fussy little girl into his arms. “Come on, Emmy, we talked about this,” he cooed at her as he made his way to her crib. “It’s okay when Mommy puts you down for a nap, her voice isn’t that bad.”

Kes laughed, softly, at the glare you threw his son. However, there was no denying that Poe’s warm timber when he sang was easing your daughter to sleep.  In no time Emmy was sound asleep in her crib, making soft mewing noises while she slept. 

And that’s when the commlink went off, summoning both you and Poe to command.  You anxiously looked at the baby, sleeping, How could you leave her?

“Go on,” Kes said, assuringly. “I can watch her. I raised Poe didn’t I?”

“Kes, are you sure?”

“Sweetheart! She’ll be fine! Let’s go!”

Before you could even say a word, Poe had pulled you out of your quarters. “Poe! I can’t leave her, she’s only a few days old!”

Poe chuckled as you quickly were dragged behind him. “She’s been fed, changed, and is napping. She might not even know that we left. Besides, my dad is there. He knows how to take care of a baby. She’s in good hands.”

You felt a lump forming in your throat. “It’s not that, this is the first time we’ve both been away from her! What if she thinks we left her behind? What if she thinks we’re not coming back?”

He stopped and turned to look at you, seriously. “Oh baby, she’ll learn quickly that we’ll always come back to her, that we haven’t left her behind and we certainly didn’t leave her behind all alone.”

Sniffling, you nodded your head. “I...I know... it’s just...it’s hard, Poe. My parents never came back for me and they left me all alone.”

Catching the tears that fell from your eyes with his thumbs, Poe pulled you in for a quick hug, a quick reminder that you were loved now and not alone. And, as you began to make you way towards command once again, you knew that neither was Emmy.

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Leia kept Poe behind after the briefing.  Poe figured it was because she wanted to assign him another mission--it wasn’t. 

“Your father is worried,” the General said. “He doesn’t think the baby should stay here.”

“Yeah, I know,” Poe sighed, heavily. “But I can’t convince her to let him take Emmy back to Yavin.”

She understood, she knew your past--Leia nodded, solemnly. “I told your father that I allow the baby to stay here as long as it’s safe--right now there is no indication that the First Order even knows where our base is. But, if things were to change, Commander, Emmy needs be brought to safety.”

He set his jaw and agreed. Poe would be the first one to tell you that Emmy needed to go if things were ever to get so out of hand that her safety was in jeopardy.  “I’ll fly her there myself, General.” 

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

Leia smiled at him, gently. Everyone on the base had fallen in love with the baby, herself included, and she didn't want to be the one responsible for anything happening to that child. “Wish I could promise I didn't need you for anymore missions.”

Poe shrugged. “Comes with the job, ma’am. I know that Emmy doesn’t understand it now, but someday she will, someday she’ll understand that I’m doing this for her.” 

She was touched by his intense love and devotion to his daughter; it only made her long for her own son.  Clamping down on her emotions, she reached out and pat Poe on the arm.  “I think she will, Commander.”

“I never knew I could love someone so much until she was born.”

“Your parents said the same thing when you were born.”

“They did?”

“Oh yes, just before you went to live with your grandfather.”

Poe cast his eyes downward, looking at his scuffed boots.  He recalled his mother saying they fought because people were suffering, his father often told him he fought so his son wouldn’t have too--Poe wondered what Shara would have to say now.  His father had apologized plenty of times that they didn’t do enough. “My parents wanted a better galaxy for me--I want the same for Emmy.”

Leia gently pat him on the back before ordering him to go spend time with his father. Poe tossed her a small smile and was gone. Sighing, she turned and looked out the window of her office. She wanted a better galaxy for that baby as well.

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Kes stayed for three more days.  

Emmy seemed to enjoy being held by her grandfather just as much as she did by her father and you concluded it was because they both threw off so much body heat that she was nice and snuggly warm. Poe scoffed at the idea; Kes laughed. 

It was harder saying good-bye to Kes then you originally believed it was going to be. You had half-expected him to come here and demand that you send Emmy back to Yavin with him, but Kes had kept silent. It wouldn’t be until much later that you found out that it was Poe that had convinced his father not to say anything.

After Kes had said his good-byes, and made you both promise to take care of his granddaughter--he boarded a transport and headed home.

Poe was uncharacteristically quiet after his father left.

You didn’t question him about his silence until after Emmy was in bed for the evening. “Are you okay, Poe?”

“Guess I’m just sad that we aren’t on Yavin.”

“What do you mean?”

Sighing, Poe glanced at you with sad eyes.  “I just pictured us settled down on Yavin when we eventually had kids. This isn’t what I wanted for either you or Emmy.”

You went and sat on the bed with him, snuggling into his embrace once he opened his arms to you.  “How can you say that? Home isn’t always about where you rest your head but the people you’re with.  As long as we’re together, as a family, we’re home, Poe.”

Taking a deep breath, Poe closed his eyes. “Promise me, sweetheart, when the time comes, when it’s too dangerous for Emmy to be here, that you’ll take her to Yavin--that the two of you will go someplace safe.”

“Poe--.”

“Don’t argue with me. Please. Just promise me.”

“Why are you insisting that I promise you this?”

“Because, I would never forgive myself if something happened to you, to Emmy. So please, please, just promise me.”

You saw the pain that flashed across his features as his eyes opened and he looked at you, desperately. Your heart broke; he just wanted the best for you and for your daughter.  Your fingers ghosted along his strong jaw as you let out a gentle sigh. “I’ll promise you this... if you promise me to always come back to us.”

He rested his forehead against yours. You had no idea that he’d already promised Emmy last night that he would always come back--so he made that same promise to you now. “I will always come back to you, sweetheart. Always.” 

Running your fingers through his soft curls, you sighed. Even if they were hollow promises, you both felt better and slowly drifted off to sleep together.

[cutesuki--bakugou]

Who could resist fluffy family fantasy!au??? 

Not me lol Thank you for the request, I hope you like it~

Giggling softly, you watched from your place perched up on the pillow covered bench of a windowsill as your husband wrestled playfully with your son, finding the rambunctious activities to be amusing. The five-year-old boy had grown quite the ferocious attitude, which was to be expected when taking his bloodline into consideration, so his endless energy wasn’t something to bat an eye at. Thankfully, your husband was equally energetic and easily able to entertain the boy, leaving you some quiet space up on your bench to watch and relax. Of course, you couldn’t help but feel a little worry as your lover scooped the child up and threw him backwards over his head, where he landed safely on the large bed with a bounce and a cackle. 

“Again, Dad! Again!” Leaping off the bed into his father’s arms, it was only a few seconds before he was thrown up into the air again, squealing and giggling as he landed on the plush mattress. The dragon skulls and bones that decorated the head and footboard didn’t give you peace of mind, however, and you couldn’t resist speaking up in worry. 

“Katsuki, maybe turn to look at where you’re throwing him at least? Those horns are just an accident waiting to happen.” 

“I know where I’m throwing him, babe, it’s alright.” Even with this comment, Bakugou still turned around, catching the child as he once again leapt towards him. Sitting on the floor on a large fur rug, he shot you a comforting glance before tossing the child onto the bed. “I wouldn’t let him hit the horns.” 

“I know you wouldn’t, I just,” a sigh interrupted you, giving a shake of your head in defeat. “Nevermind, I’m just being a worry wart.” 

“A wart?! Like a witch?!” The high-pitched voice came from beneath Bakugou’s fluffy fur adorned red cape, which began to move and wiggle with the tiny presence beneath it. “Like Daddy’s toe!” 

“Excuse me?” Bakugou gave the tiny body a nudge, unable to help a small smirk as it fell back with a squeak. “I do not have a wart on my toe. It’s a callus. From walking too much.” 

“Wart!” A small hand reached out from beneath the cape, snatching onto his bare toes that were visible beneath his cross legs. “Daddy has icky warts-- EEK!” Reaching under the cape, Bakugou pulled his little three-year-old daughter out into the open, beginning to tickle her mercilessly. Smiling as you watched your daughter squeal and struggle, you decided to close your book, beginning to feel like you were missing out on all the action. 

Standing, you made your way over to the bed, laying down beside your son, who was quick to snuggle up against you with a heavy yawn. Stroking his fluffy blonde hair softly, you gave him a gentle kiss on the top of his head. “Looks like someone’s finally getting sleepy. It is past your bedtime.” 

“Is not, Mama!” Your son pouted up at you, his brilliant crimson gaze melting your heart. “It’s our free day, we get to stay up as late as we want.” 

“Who made up that rule?” 

“Daddy did, Daddy did!” Your gaze was pulled up towards Bakugou as he came to stand beside the bed, holding your daughter upside down by the legs as she giggled and laughed hysterically. “Daddy said! No bedtime!” 

“Ouch, you little squirts, tattling on me like that. I only said that because I have to leave for a while starting tomorrow. It’s not a permanent thing.” He tossed the little girl on the bed before crawling onto it himself, laying down on his side to face you. Within an instant, your daughter was between you, snuggling herself between her brother and father. 

“Yeah, and I’m a big boy anyway, I get to--” another large yawn interrupted your son’s proclamation, followed by a sluggish rubbing of his eyes. “-- I get to decide.” 

“Then what is it you proclaim, my little prince?” Continuing to stroke his hair softly, you wished for a moment that you could just keep them this size forever. They were still so small and innocent, sweet and loving in a way that you knew wouldn’t last their entire lifetime. These two little babies had big shoes to fill as the heirs to this land, and though they still had a lot of growing up to do, you knew that time would go by in the blink of an eye. So, you cherished it while you could, locking away moments like this in your mind forever. 

“I’ll decide… tomorrow…” And with that, the small boy was out cold, snuggled against your body as close as he could get. With a scoff, his sister fought against her own sleepiness, fiddling with the necklaces that rested around her father’s neck. 

“He can’t ever stay up! I’m going to be up all night! I don’t want to miss Daddy!” 

“I won’t leave without telling you goodbye, squirt. You know that.” Bakugou placed a kiss on the top of her head, rubbing his thumb up along her forearm. The little girl gave quite the dramatic sigh, closing her eyes. 

“Why do you have to go anyway? Send Uncle Kiri instead. Daddy stay here…” 

“I wish I could, babygirl. You know it’s my job.” 

“Because you’re the king?” 

Bakugou carefully moved some of her hair out of her face, taking a quick moment to glance up to you. Of course, you had been watching silently the entire conversation, a soft smile plastered to your lips. Bakugou was not a gentle man in any sense, nor was he particularly kind and thoughtful. At least, not to the entire world. But to you and his children, his family, he was something completely different. His gentle side, so tender and affectionate, was something that only you and your children would ever get to see. How much he cared for you all was incredibly heartwarming, making you blush from your head to your toes, and just like your daughter, you dreaded the fact that he was going to leave you for a while. 

You couldn’t resist a soft giggle as his face flushed, obviously having not expected you to be watching him. Giving a small cough to clear his throat, Bakugou nodded, speaking softly as the little girl was already drifting off. “That’s right, princess. I have to make sure everything is perfect for you, when you’re all grown up. You and your brother.” 

“You think the land trade negotiations will go well?” 

Bakugou turned his gaze back up to you, giving a small nod. “Yeah… I haven’t noticed any hostility during communications, but I’m still taking a decently large group with me. It’ll be fine.” Carefully, Bakugou scooped up his daughter's tiny form and moved her behind him, before doing the same with his son behind you. No longer separated by your children, you were able to close the distance between you and your lover, snuggling in close to him with a happy sigh. 

“It will be fine. And you’ll come home to us.” Nuzzling your nose against his affectionately, you smiled at the blush that raged his cheeks from the cutesy action. “My Katsuki…” 

With a huff as he grew embarrassed, Bakugou hugged you tightly to him, pressing his lips against yours in a firm kiss. Though, it was quick to soften, each brushing your lips becoming all the more tender and loving. It made your heart race and your skin tingle, his warmth spreading through every inch of your body. You loved him so fiercely, in a way that you could never put into words and seeing him interact with your children only made that love more intense. 

But there was one thing that was brought upon you with this feeling, which made you feel conflicted and nervous. For weeks now, your ‘baby fever’ was only growing stronger, and it was further fueled by the interactions he had with your two current babies. You adored your little family, and you wished to see it grow, but discussing how many children you would have hadn’t yet come up in your marriage. The current two had been planned in most ways, with Bakugou always agreeing with you once the topic came up. You had never been happier than now, being his wife and a mother, and you greatly craved the feeling of a tiny body in your arms again or Bakugou’s hands softly caressing your swollen belly. 

It was a scary topic for you, though. You knew that you’d be totally devastated if he said no, and that rejection would be hard to deal with. Since the start of your itching to become pregnant again, you had kept totally silent, waiting for any hint from him that he would want another. There hadn’t been any, and what he had said earlier really put a hole in your courage. 

“I have to make sure everything is perfect for you, when you’re all grown up. You and your brother.”

Becoming a bit emotional as your feelings began to run free, you couldn’t stop a small hitching of your breath as you tried to reign them back in, and of course, Bakugou noticed. Frowning, Bakugou kept his forehead pressed against yours, his thumb softly stroking your flushed cheek. “Are you alright?”

Sniffling, you blinked away the peaking tears as you gave a small nod, only able to risk small glances up into his crimson gaze. “I’m okay. Just… thinking.” 

“About? Are you that nervous about me leaving? We can arrange for someone to watch the children if you want to come--” 

“--No, no, Katsuki, that’s not it. I’m happy to stay with them, it’ll be easier, since you’ll be gone for nearly two months. No, I… It’s something else.” 

“C’mon… I can’t leave knowing something’s bothering you.” 

After a moment of silence and looking into his worried gaze, you gave a small nod, releasing a nervous, trembling breath. “Katsuki… I… I want to have another baby. But we never really talked about how many children you wanted to have… You seem so happy with just the two, I was nervous about bringing it up.” As you spoke, you had to look away from him, not wanting to see his expression change. 

“Are you serious?” 

Feeling your stomach clench, you immediately took his tone as negative, cowering down into yourself a bit as your eyes began to tear up. “I’m sorry, I should have just kept it to myself--” Suddenly, you were pulled into a kiss, his strong arms around your torso squeezing you in close. As the tears escaped you, there was no other option but to give into him, his embrace and kisses lifting your spirits and giving you hope. His words, however, only heightened your joy, and you still couldn’t stop the tears. 

“Babe, having a family with you has been the best thing in my life. Also, considering that we’re probably going to live a long ass time, given that we are both of dragon kin, there’s nothing wrong with poppin’ out a few more-” 

“-Katsuki, don’t say it like that-!” 

“-It’s true!” Bakugou smirked against your lips, successful in his obvious attempt to make you laugh as you couldn’t resist giggling against the urge to hiccup with your tears. “You haven’t seen it, they just fly out, like pop.” The popping sound he made with his mouth made you nearly lose it, having to shove your face into his chest so you could laugh without waking the children. 

“That’s gross!” 

“It is. But it’s also the most amazing damn thing. Seeing you with our children makes me so fucking happy. So long as you want them, as long as your body can have them, then we can make more babies. The process isn’t all that bad, either For me, at least.” Using only slight pressure to get your head back up out of his chest, he kissed your lips playfully, over and over again against your hiccups and muffled giggles. “Maybe we should cap out at twenty, though.” 

“Twenty?! No, no, my love, that’s too many.” 

“Mm… We’ll see.” His kisses became softer, running his fingers through your hair. “You’re a great mother. A perfect woman… My beautiful wife. I’ll give you as many babies as you want.” 

Humming happily with his affection, you wiggled yourself in closer, feeling absolutely filled to the brim with his love. And though you didn’t want to, the kisses came to an end as your daughter sniffled in sleepy frustration, sitting up and leaning against Bakugou’s back. “Daddy, you’re moving too much!” 

Chuckling, Bakugou released you, rolling over on his back to allow the tiny girl to curl up on his chest. “I’m sorry, babygirl. Go back to sleep.” The instant the little girl was out, Bakugou sat up, holding her carefully. You did the same with your son, who was out like a light and limp as a noodle. 

“I think it’s time to take them to bed?” You leaned up to kiss Bakugou’s cheek softly, gaining another on the lips in return. “So I can get you all to myself…” 

“What is it you plan on doing to me, hm?” 

“I want at least one night of baby making before you leave. Maybe it’ll be the lucky night.” 

“I’ll do my best to make sure it is.”

[anythingandeverything1d]

Oops

“TELL THAT BARTENDER MAKE THE MOTHERFUCKER STRONGER, I WANNA GO ALL NIGHT LONGER, A COUPLE ROUNDS GOING DOWN LIKE WATER, I WANNA GO ALL NIGHT LONGER!” You were screaming along to the music, standing on a table, and holding a bottle of vodka up in the air. You looked down at Harry, his green eyes filled with amusement and a little bit of worry as he scooted closer, prepared to catch you if you fell. Instead, you jumped down into his arms and laughing and offering him another drink. “Come on H, live a little.”

“I think you might need to live a little less...you could get hurt!”

“Please, not when you’re there to catch me.” You laughed and he set you down carefully, but stayed close enough that your hands were touching. “Dance with me.”

“I think it’s time to go.”

“Pleaseeee.”

Harry shook his head with a slight laugh but spun you in a circle and pushed you towards the empty space where people were dancing. “You’re crazy you know that.” 

“But you love me.”

Harry didn’t reply, instead he just smirked and shook his head. You danced to the music, backing up into Harry and slightly grinding against him. He looked at you with a raised eyebrow but went along with it. The two of you had been friends for years and this was just one of those things Harry had grown to accept. Your relationship was touchy, flirty, and cute, but it never crossed the line. “COPS!”

Harry froze, his face covered in panic. The last thing he needed was paparazzi to find him arrested at some frat party he hadn’t even been invited to. You grabbed his hand and pulled him to the back door, running through the yards and back out to the street where you had parked. You reached for the drivers door with a laugh but Harry pulled you back and shook his head. “I think I should drive.”

You just smiled and raised an eyebrow. “I’m totally fine to drive.”

Harry laughed and helped you into the passenger seat, “Says the girl downing straight vodka while dancing on a table.”

“Hey, you make me sound like a stripper or something.”

Harry shook his head with a grin, “Give me the keys.”

You reluctantly handed them over and he jumped in. “Fine, but you’re technically not sober either and with all the cops around there’s no way you’ll make it home.”

“I’m not driving home.”

“Where are we going then?”

“There’s a hotel down the street.” You looked over at him surprised and he laughed. “It’s not like I can go home like this.”

“Yeah, cause you being drunk is really going to throw Madi for a loop.” you teased.

“I don’t understand why you don’t like her.”

“I don’t either, but I do know she’s not the one for you.”

“Oh yeah? How do you know?”

“I’m your best friend. Duh.”

“Okay well if she’s not the one, then who is?”

“I don’t know.” you looked out the window and frowned, trying to think of the answer. Harry pulled into the hotel, crookedly parked and dragged you inside to get a room. After Harry got the key you grabbed it, and held it up, “Race you.” you laughed running toward the elevator and tripping in the lobby. Harry sighed and laughed, picking you up and tossing you over his shoulder as you protested. Once inside the room he carefully dropped you to the bed, your hair a mess and your feet killing you from the heels. You kicked them off and dropped the dress to the floor earning a look from Harry. “What? I’m not about to wear that to bed.”

“Well then I’m not wearing this.” Harry dropped his pants to the floor and tugged off the sweater revealing his muscled chest and tattoos.

“Ohh such a bad boy, stripping down and-”

Harry had raced towards you, his hand covering your mouth and pushing you back on the bed in a fit of laughter. “Say it again.” Harry dared.

“Such. A. Bad. Bo-” Harry didn’t let you finish, he had you pinned to the bed, his hand on your mouth and a grin on his face. 

You stopped laughing and looked at him, licking his hand and laughing harder when he pulled away in disgust. “That is disgusting.”

“Please..” you teased crawling under the bed with a yawn. Harry followed suit and you snuggled up into his arms. “You weren't bad tonight Styles.”

“Wow I actually live up to your standards of frat party behavior?”

“I wouldn’t say that but you did okay.” You could feel the alcohol sitting in your system and your head becoming fuzzier. Harry was also feeling the drinks, his voice was much slower and deeper than normal.

“Okay? There’s nothing I could’ve done more. I mean I was basically a frat boy myself.”

“I mean you didn’t make out with anyone though and that’s kind of a frat boy guarantee.”

“Oh is that why you choose to go to those parties?”

“It’s a perk.” you laugh.

“Well I could fix that you know.”

“Fix what?”

“Making out with someone.”

You laughed and sat up looking at him. “Hows that? Gonna go roam the streets looking for stragglers?”

Harry smirked and shook his head. “No. Like this.” Harry pressed his lips to yours quickly before pulling away with a laugh. “Now who wins?”

You bit your lip and looked at him. Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was just finally your brain allowing you to process your feelings but you were aching for more. You leaned in, hovering in front of his lips and looking up at him for a reaction. He looked confused but also didn’t pull away which gave you all the permission you needed to lean in, your lips gently touching his. Your body fell into his, your lips pulling at each others with desperation. Harry had his hands in your hair and you had your hands on his chest. You could feel every inch of Harry waiting which only caused the heat to increase in your body as well. Harry quickly flipped you over, your back pressing into the bed and his body covering yours. Your hands moved to his hair, his to your body. His tongue explored every inch of your chest and stomach before returning to your lips as if he couldn’t get enough. You groaned into the kiss as he bit down, pulling your bottom lip. Your hands moved to his briefs and then inside, gripping the length of him and causing a stutter in his kiss. He quickly pulled off your bra and underwear as you tugged the briefs to his ankles. Harry positioned himself above you, ready to move forward. You broke the kiss, looking into his green eyes with uncertainty. “Are you sure about this?”

“Are you?” Harry asked breathlessly. “We don’t have to-”

Your response was pulling him back to your body, your hands raking down his back as he pushed in, moving faster and going deeper. “Fuck Harry.” You groaned and he kept going, his lips pulling at yours.

“I’m close-”

“Me too...”

Harry pushed harder one more time, freezing afterwards and collapsing into you as he hit his max. The feeling of him inside you, caused you to do the same, gasping for air as you watched his eyes roll back. After a minute of just sitting there, Harry pulled out and fell flat to his back next to you. You caught your breath before moving towards him, and drifting off to sleep in his arms.

Harry’s ringing phone woke you both earlier than wanted. Light was shining into the hotel room and you groaned, rolling off his chest and covering your face with a pillow. “Harry get the phone” you grumbled. He moaned and rolled over reaching for the sound.

“Hello?” Harry got up and walked to the bathroom to continue his conversation and you rolled over, grabbing your phone and checking all of the messages from last night. Harry walked back in butt ass naked still and you froze suddenly remembering the events of last night. You had crossed the line. And even worse, you had loved every minute of it. “I uh...I think we should probably get going....”

“Yeah...” you agreed. You climbed out of bed and searched for all of your clothing while Harry got dressed as well. The two of you didn’t say anything but continued to move around each other and then out the door. Once in the car you looked over at him, contemplating what to say. 

Harry caught you looking and laughed, “What?”

“Hmm?” you asked distracted, your gaze going back out the window.

“You keep staring at me.”

“Oh...sorry.”

Harry raised an eyebrow but continued driving. “Do you want to stop for breakfast?” 

“Yeah....food would be good.” You had worse hangovers, but this one wasn’t easy. Your head hurt, you felt exhausted, and you couldn’t quit thinking about Harry which only made things harder. Harry pulled over at a small diner and ordered a smorgasbord of food while you settled for eggs and toast. He clearly wasn’t feeling the greatest either, the eyes under his bags, the messy hair, and the smell of alcohol still on his clothes. The two of you ate in silent, every so often you would catch him looking at you as if debating what to say. Harry paid the check and you walked to the car. You bit your lip, you were only 20 minutes from home and if you didn’t talk about it now you knew it would be one of those things that was never mentioned again....and you didn’t want that.

Harry got in the car and looked over at you. “About last night...”

“Yeah....it was..”

“Yeah...”

“(y/n)....I want you to know I don’t regret anything. I don’t blame you-”

“I don’t regret it either....actually you know how you said I didn’t like Madi and I said it was because I knew she wasn’t the one and then you said who is?”

“Yeah...”

“Well...I mean....last night....it got me kind of thinking....that...what if....I’m the one....”

“What?”

“Harry.” You sighed and looked over at him, turning in your seat so you could completely face him. “I like you. And not like as a friend but like as more. I don’t know how long I’ve felt this but every time we are together theres just this feeling and I don’t feel it with anyone else. I’ve always kind of ignored it but last night....I don’t know I just realized that maybe you’re the one...” You bit down on your lip and looked away. You weren’t expecting him to respond but you also hoped that deep down he felt the same. 

Harry kept driving, not saying anything and thinking about what you had just said. It was more complicated for him because he was already in a relationship. Not that his relationship was great...in fact there were a lot of problems because she traveled a lot and he traveled a lot and they were on almost opposite schedules which meant they spent very little time together. He pulled up to your apartment and turned to say something but you were already out of the car, embarrassed by what you had admitted to your best friend. You closed the door, running up the stairs and looking back down at his car as he drove away, the gut wrenching feeling taking over.

Harry stopped at the gate and sighed, hitting the steering wheel, frustrated at himself. He looked back through his mirror, catching the glimpse of you leaning over the balcony to watch him drive away. “I like you too....” he mumbled as he looked down at the ringing phone with Madi’s name at the top. 

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A request I got! I didn’t finish the end but thinking maybe a part 2!

xoxo

[sweeethinny]

I did it a while ago, and I don't know if there are mistakes because I'm late to leave but I want to post this

sorry for the mistakes

:)

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Harry really thought that after becoming a father he had gained auditory powers, especially after that night.

Everything was fine, all five Potter were asleep and the house was in pitch-black at dawn, when he heard little feet that shouldn't be out of bed, drumming on the floor. Noticing that his wife was still asleep, after breastfeeding little Lily, Harry got up calmly and walked out of the room, already knowing the way by heart so he wouldn't have to wear glasses.

Albus' room was quiet, so he went directly to James's, which was a to alert; James slept through the night after he was big, rarely had nightmares or was sleepwalking.

''Daddy. '' The boy whimpered when he opened the door, finding him standing in the middle of the room, possibly to go and meet his parents.

He didn't even have time to ask what had happened before his eldest son vomited on the floor, making Harry really wake up.

"Damn it James." Harry didn't care about the dirt, picking up the five-year-old boy in his lap, taking him to the bathroom quickly, where another wave of vomit came, this time, into the toilet.

''Sorry.'' His sobbing cry came out loudly, and Harry stroked the boy's hair, trying to calm him down.

''What happened?'' Ginny seemed to have seen a ghost, looking at her husband and son crouched in front of the toilet, while James cried against his dad's chest.

''He woke up throwing up.'' Harry tried not to care about the tremor that ran through his body, nervousness catching him off guard ''Okay, Jamie. Put it out if you need.'' And as if predicting, the boy vomited again.

''Holy shit. Spoiled food?'' Ginny had wide brown eyes, also seeming to feel Harry's tremors.

It wasn't the first time that they faced it, obviously, but it was always a little scary, especially when it came out of nowhere, without a flu or fever.

''But shouldn't we all be bad?'' Harry said, as James vomited again. ''Are you in pain, Jamie?'' Ginny opened the cupboard next to the sink mirror, looking for a potion.

''No. '' Whined ''Sorry for the mess, Dad, I tried to hold on'' Harry felt his heart squeeze and hugged the boy tighter, stroking his dark hair

''All right, dear, Dad doesn't care, then we clean that up. Don't hold back, if you need to, throw up.''

''Here, take honey, it'll pass, I promise'' Ginny offered a small glass with a purple liquid inside, spilling herself into her son's mouth, while Harry still held him

''Eww'' She nodded

''I know, but it will make the pain go''

''Let's take a shower, mate, I'm going with you'' Harry hadn't done that to James in a while, but he didn't care so much now. He took off his dirty clothes, and the child's, then carried him under the spray.

Washing it and assured that James was already calmer, the two got out of the bath, with no more smell of vomit around the house or remnants of themselves.

''Albus and Lily are fine ... I think he better sleep with us'' Ginny picked the child up, putting his pajamas apart and smiling ''Want to sleep with us, Jamie?''

''I'm a big boy now'' He commented as he laid his head on his mother's chest, hugging her waist as he settled under his parents' covers

''Something must have done wrong'' Harry said lying down too, hugging his son among them who already seemed half asleep, not paying much attention to 'being a big boy'.

''I don't like it when they look like this'' James snuggled closer to his mother, like when he was a baby, getting a pat on the hair

''Neither do I'' He kissed his son's fragrant hair

''Better have a bucket nearby'' She summoned the object,, leaving it on her side of the bed ''Caution.''

And she was right, it was better to have a bucket close by when the boy woke up throwing the potion, the noise of longing waking Harry and Ginny a second earlier, making his mother take the bucket and position it for James.

The rest of the night Harry stayed awake, worried that his son would drown if he vomited in his sleep, trying to figure out what would have triggered it, helping Ginny when Lily woke up and asked for her mother's chest. In the end, it was six in the morning and he had barely gotten three hours of sleep.

"If he gets sick ..."

'' ..I know, I'll call you, don't worry'' She kissed his lips, Harry was about to leave for work, even though he didn't want to, his son still sleeping on his side of the bed, sprawled as usual ''I'll talk to my mom to see if there's anything we can do'' He looked at his son again, feeling his heart sink ''He'll be fine, it could just be a virus''

''I wanted to take the pain for myself '' He sighed ''Call me anything, I drop everything for some other idiot to do'' She laughed

''I know you don't think your aurors are stupid '' One more quick kiss ''But I'll call. We'll be fine ''

Obviously the plan backfired, since less than five hours later, while Harry was irritated by even the air particle, he was warned that his wife had called him out because of a family problem.

'' Take care of it all and tomorrow we see what to do. I have to go '' And he apparated, thinking that the flu would take too long and every second was valid, his heart already nervous.

'' Daddy! '' Albus jumped on his legs, hugging him tightly '' Jamie is bad '' He spoke half-curled up, blinking green eyes in his direction

"Hi my love" "He lifted the child on his waist" "Where is he?"

'' Here! '' Following his wife's voice, he went to the bathroom, again seeing his son crouched and pale in front of the vase, vomiting what appeared to be just his gastric juice '' No improvement since ten '' Harry until could talk about her taking an hour to call him but he was so worried he ignored

'' What did your mother say? '' Albus grimaced when his brother threw up again, hiding his face in his father's neck

"That may be something you want"

'' Can you remember anything? '' Ginny hugged her son as he hid his head in his chest, kissing his sweaty hair

''Nothing. I already asked and doesn't say anything either '' A meow of Lily appeared, seeming to wake up from her nap

'' I see her, I'll try to remember something ''

"Jamie be okay?" Harry laughed nasally at his son trying to speak, finding his concern cute.

"Yes Al .. Hi Lils, how did we wake up?"

The hours passed with them taking turns to care for the sick child, trying to get him to eat at least one soup, forcing him to drink water and hydration potions, then running to the bathroom while the son threw everything out

Harry tried to remember the days before and if there was anything James could have wanted. And like a flash from a patron, his mind popped, making him think he was a big idiot for not thinking about it.

''I'll be right back. Two minutes '' he warned before disappearing into the flu, his wife putting Al and Lils to bathe, while James continued on her waist as if he were a needy baby.

A few days ago, while he was walking with James and Albus, Harry passed in front of a muggle toy store, loaded with teddy bears everywhere, dolls, puzzles, and other things that made the older child jump of joy, different from the youngest, who cried nervously when he saw one of the bears moving alone, waving at him and winking robotically

Harry, not wanting to cause trauma to his three-year-old son, soothed James about them going back there the other day to buy what he liked from the window, but with three kids (one of them, barely turning a year old), Robbers wanting to leave and leave him in charge, and Ginny getting away from the Harpies completely, things got a mess and he forgot to take his son back to the store.

Smiling at the attendant and asking for the cart that was still in the window - The last one! - he returned to the house, carrying the yellow package and feeling terrible for that being the reason James kept throwing up since dawn (he expected)

'' Where is he? '' Ginny was lying on the couch, Albus and Lily playing on the living room floor together, while the boy tried to make her understand why the castle was not built that way.

'' Up there sleeping ... What was it? '' She pointed to the package

'' A muggle toy '' He smiled sadly '' I can't believe I didn't remember '' he threw himself on the couch next to her, the children in front of they oblivious to their parents

'' Don't blame yourself, Harry '' He pulled on his hair, denying and closing his tired eyes

"I had promised, Gin"

'' But you didn't remember. It wasn't because you didn't want to give it to him. '' As if he knew they were talking about him, James came down the stairs, dragging his favorite blanket, his eyes tired and small, without the mischievous glow that usually roamed the brown irises

"Are you all right?" They looked worriedly at the boy who crawled to the sofa, lying on his mother's lap

'' I didn't want to be alone '' James didn't even seem to notice the package next to his father, closing his eyes and covering himself up to his neck, looking small and fragile. Harry wanted to throw himself off a bridge.

"I have something for you, Jamie," he whispered as if it were a secret, kissing his warm forehead.

'' What is it? '' As a curious child, albeit sick, he opened his eyes, finally focusing on the package

"I'm sorry I forgot, son." He smiled sadly, handing over the stupid cart that had caused all that confusion.

Albus finally seemed to see the package, turning curious and wanting to see it too, Lily finding the color more than incredible, trying to get up to pick it up

"Wow, it's that cart" "As if it were the best potion in the world, the color returned the child's cheeks, at least a little while, while he took the toy out of the box "Grandpa will find it cool, he has remote control" He smiled at his mother, big eyes blinking excitedly 

'' I'm sure he'll love playing with you, darling '' Ginny smiled warmly '' See, he didn't even care that you forgot '' She whispered to her husband, who looked a little dejected at the three children now on the floor, James looking live again as  put the pieces together, Albus looking absurdly at the toy and Lily kneading and unmasking the package, loving the noise.

'' Tell that to his stomach, who puked up his guts ''

'' Thanks dad '' The son hugged the man, still a little warm and yellow, but much less gray than before

'' I love you, Jamie '' He gave the boy a kiss '' Want some help with riding? It looks like hard work, the track is quite extensive. ''

"Yes, come here"

[...]

'' Stop thinking about it, Harry '' Ginny hugged her waist, laying her head on his back, kissing her bare shoulder blades '' You are a good father ''

'' He spent almost a whole day throwing up, Gin. Because of a damn toy '' He spoke a little irritated to himself

"But in the end he won, and he is better, he managed to eat, he no longer has a fever, he did not vomit anymore ..."

"I don't want him to think I'm a liar"

'' He doesn't think ... he was sad to think that you were angry that he was vomiting. I said you were just worried '' He sighed, his throat closing '' It's our first child, we're still learning how to do things, it doesn't cover that much. I also make mistakes ''

"Yeah, I think you're right ... Doesn't he hate me then?"

'' You know you don't ''

For a second Harry remembered when he asked Santa for a cart similar to what James wanted, but he only received coals since he had been a bad boy. He wondered if his son had felt the same disappointment as he did, and it made him sadder.

'' Harry ... look at me '' As she did with the kids, she turned him around, fixing her eyes on him '' I couldn't have chosen a better father for the kids, or a husband for me, you didn't do it on purpose , and James is not going to hate you for that. I don't think he even remembered it was the cart ... I know you promised, but, you kept it. A little late, but okay '' She smiled in that way that made him smile together, feeling loved

'' I love you '' kissed her affectionately '' It's just sad to see he that way '' He looked so much like himself, Harry thought

'' He's already over it. He even fought with Albus when he dropped the control '' She laughed weakly, playing with her husband's hair '' I love you too Harry .. Ah, I forgot, yesterday afternoon, they made a drawing for you, James wanted to deliver you but forgot it and well .. today was not a good day '' Ginny started searching the dresser drawers, pulling out a folded paper carefully '' Even I participated ''

There were several drawings and doodles of different colors, there were hearts, the name of each one written on the parchment in a disorderly way, a golden snitch, even flowers. And in ink, there were three small hands, signed - in the letter of the eldest son - the name of each one below.

'For the best father in the world'

It was written in what he thought was a heart (maybe Albus had done it)

Harry swallowed his tears, looking closely at each scratch as if it were a beautiful work of art.

'' We won't be perfect parents, but it looks like we're doing well '' Ginny laughed, looking at the paper too '' I got one too, but there were a lot more paints and less words ''

The man laughed too, thinking that yes, maybe they were doing well after all

[sillyrabbit81]

Her Heavy Cross

Summary: Three years after tragedy hits, Lana she decides to start dating again. She meets Will through a dating app and they begin an online romance. After months of constant requests, Lana relents and agrees to meet and go on an irl date with Will. But is Will who he says he is? Lana is quickly pulled into an intense relationship forcing her to confront her tragic past. Will Lana face it or will she close her heart forever?

Pairing: OMC x OFC

Word Count: approx 3.2k

Warnings: smut, swearing,

Authors Note: The story started as a Henry Cavill fanfiction but I changed it to be an original character, but shades of Henry are still there. Hope you enjoy the story and thanks for reading.

Part 5 Part 7

Part 6

"Tell me something I don't know," I joked. I felt my confidence returning, and it felt good.

"Hmm, what about how I want to bury my head between your very shapely thighs and not leave until you scream my name?" Liam opened his eyes. Oh fuck, he meant it. My short-lived confidence had left me.

He sat up and continued, "or how I want to pin your hands above your head, throw your legs over my shoulder and fuck you until you can't walk." I moved away a bit. The intensity in his eyes made me afraid. "Or how I want to watch you ride my cock while I smack that generous bottom of yours.".

I started to get off the bed. "Yeah, I knew all that too." My bravado was transparent because my voice came out almost like a squeak.

He grabbed me and pinned me beneath his body. He moved faster than any one of his size had the right to. His eyes raked over my body while he forced my legs apart and pushed his still hard erection against me. I swear I could feel it's warmth through the fabric of my clothes.

"Well then, how about the fact I thought about all of those things while I showered this morning." My eyes went wide. He didn't mean he... Did he? "I'm glad I did, or I would have made a mess five minutes ago." He did! He didn't seem embarrassed at all about his admission.

I had no words for that. But I had thoughts, a lot of them. I wondered what he looked like when he touched himself. I imagined him standing in the shower, slightly hunched, hot water streaming down his naked body, one arm out straight against the wall, the other gripping his sex, short quick movements making his arm muscles contract.

I imagined the way his body would tighten as his release neared, the growl that would escape his lips. Then, because I couldn't stop the thought, I imagined being on my knees in front of him, his hand in my hair and, as his orgasm came, watching as it streaked all over my open mouth.

I couldn't help but squirm against him. I felt the pressure rising in me. I needed a release as well.

As if he sensed my need, Liam got off me and laid next to me. He cupped me in his hand, his palm pressing against my most sensitive spot. "I want to take these off." He indicated my leggings.

I hesitated a moment before nodding slowly. Liam leaned down and kissed me, still holding me. I pressed against his palm, feeling the friction build the pressure. Liam kissed my neck and my breasts and my tummy, his hand holding me as I started to grind against it. But he didn't take off my pants.

Eventually, I stopped and said, "I thought you were going to take my leggings off."

"You hesitated. I want you to be sure."

"I wouldn't have agreed if I wasn't sure."

"I didn't want you to feel pressured. It's only enjoyable if I know you want it."

I pushed him off me, frustration pouring out. "You fucking idiot. Do I need to beg?" I sat up, turned to face him, reached behind my back and undid my bra and threw it away.

Liam's mouth fell open, and he made a move to grab me, but for once, I was quicker. I laid back and put a foot to his chest, and used all my strength to hold him back. "Is this clear enough for you?" I ask as I hooked my thumbs in my pants and pulled off both my leggings and underwear. He grabbed the pants at my knees and helped me pull them off the rest of the way.

Then he just sat there staring. I waited. I felt stupid and moved my arms to cover myself.

"Don't you fucking dare." Liam finally spoke, and I felt a twinge between my legs. "I want to look at you. You're so beautiful." Well, ok, then.

Liam tentatively reached out and caressed the curve of one of my breasts. I felt goosebumps rise on my skin as he did, and my nipples hardened. Liam chuckled, seemingly pleased that his touch made me respond like that. He placed his whole hand on my breast cupping it and feeling it's weight. His thumb ran over my nipple, and I clamped my legs shut, trying to ease the pressure. I moaned as he leaned down and took my nipple in his mouth. He sucked on it then gently took me between his teeth while his tongue danced.

"Oh fuck," I moaned, and I plunged my fingers into his hair, making little fists. It felt so fucking good, but I needed more.

Liam sat up and put a knee between mine. "Open your legs for me," he said. I flushed, feeling sheepish. I had thrown myself at him, practically begged him to do this, and now I'm too shy. "You're very pretty when you blush. Now, open your legs for me."

Slowly I bent my knees and opened for him. I looked away, worried about what he would think.

"Lana, Sweetheart, look at me." I took a moment and slowly looked at him. "You look fucking spectacular." He looked me in the eyes as he got down low. "You're so fucking wet for me." I watched wide-eyed as his tongue parted my folds, and he licked me, his tongue gently flicking my clit as he did. He closed his eyes. "You taste fucking spectacular," he said. He put his head down and took me into his mouth, and sucked gently.

"Oh, bloody hell!" I yelled and threw my head back on the bed. Liam seemed to hum against me. I tried to wriggle away, the feeling too intense. "Come back here," Liam growled, and he snaked his arms around my thighs, trapping me as he continued to lick and suck at me.

I punched at the bed, my hips moving up and down. Liam stayed latched onto me, not stopping or missing a beat. I'm sure I said every swear word in the English language as my release came closer. Soon the pressure was too much, and I was reduced to begging.

"Please," I said over and over. I felt one of Liam's fingers inside me, followed quickly by another, and I felt them press against the spot behind where his mouth was. I felt myself go over the edge, and I shouted wordlessly as I exploded against Liam's mouth. Waves of ecstasy rolled over me before subsiding, leaving me a shattered mess. I laid there panting, catching my breath as little aftershocks ran through my body until I shuddered as I felt my orgasm finish.

I felt Liam's hands run up my hips and over my waist. I shivered and giggled, my body still too sensitive. I felt Liam's weight on my body, and I pulled him into an embrace. He kissed me, and I could taste myself on his lips. Despite having one of the best orgasms of my life and my first with a partner in three years, I wanted more. I wanted to feel him inside me. I think I'm greedy.

Liam had a huge grin on his face. I felt embarrassed again and looked away.

"Don't be shy. That was fucking amazing." Liam kissed me again. "Watching you is so hot." He paused and said, teasingly, "even better than I had imagined." He leaned in and kissed my neck. He took my earlobe in his mouth, teeth grazing it lightly.

Liam pulled away then as if bitten by a snake. He threw some pillows together and laid down on his back. He put his arm around me. I laid my head on his chest before putting my leg over his, and I snuggled into him.

"I think I'd be happy to stay this way all day. Your tits feel lovely." Liam was stroking the curve of one of my breasts.

I gave him a light slap on the chest. "Oh, come off it." I laughed.

"No, I'm serious. I want to stay here and watch a movie."

"The remotes are just over there." I pointed to the bedside table. They were next to the Ben and Jerry's tub. He pointed at it and raised an eyebrow. "I wasn't expecting company," I said in my defence.

He turned on the tv, and it went to the PlayStation menu. "Hmm, let's see what disc you have in here." He scrolled over.

"We could find something on Netflix," I suggested, cringing inside at what movie was in there.

"The Princess Bride?" His bloody lip twitched. "I thought you didn't like romance."

"It's not just a romance." I said and then quoted, "Are you kidding? Fencing, fighting, torture, revenge, giants, monsters, chases, escapes, true love, miracles..."

In a move that astounded me, he kept the scene going. "Doesn't sound too bad. I'll try and stay awake."

I kissed him and snuggled into him as the movie started.

We spent the rest of the morning in bed. It was nice. Liam would stroke my hair or back while we watched The Princess Bride and then Superbad. Sometimes I would have my head cradled in his arm, and I played with his chest hair. Other times I put my head to his chest and listened to his heartbeat or relaxed as he breathed. The gentle rocking of his breathing almost put me to sleep a couple of times, but I'd wake up as a chuckle vibrated through his chest, interrupting the rhythm.

My tummy started to rumble, and I suggested we had better get some lunch. I pulled a robe on, but Liam made no move to get clothes on. He still only had his undies on. His confidence in his body continued to surprise me.

I asked Liam what he'd like for lunch.

"I brought my food with me." Liam said, "with filming starting soon, I've got to be strict."

"What about last night?"

"We won't talk about that." He winked conspiratorially.

I smiled, "fair enough."

Liam got his pre-prepared lunch, and I made a Vegemite sandwich. We sat at my kitchen bench and ate.

"So did you bring food for tea too?"

"No. I usually have a steak or chicken with salad or veg for dinner. I like a warm meal for dinner."

I thought about what food I had. Not much, I'd probably have to go to the shop.

"What about a roast? I could cook a beef roast and some veggies? Obviously no potatoes or anything but some beans, broccoli, carrot maybe?"

Liam looked surprised, "you'll cook for me?"

"Yeah," I blushed. "I mean, I'm not the best cook." I shrugged. "I don't have to. We can go out if you want."

"No, I'd love for you to cook for me."

I smiled, "great, come to the shop with me? We've got to go soon. My local butcher still only opens half days on Saturdays."

"Will you have to get dressed?"

I rolled my eyes at him. "You can undress me when we get back home if you like," I said in my cheesiest seductive voice.

"I like. Come here," Liam said. I ran. He caught me and ticked me while giving me some sloppy kisses. I giggled and pretended to fight him off. He eventually let me go, and we got dressed.

We went to the garage to get in my car, but before I opened the door, I decided against it. "Want to walk instead? It's only about 15 minutes away, and we could take Perrin with us."

"Yeah, absolutely."

"Wait here, and I'll grab a hat. Do you want one?" Liam nodded, and I came back with two baseball caps, Perrin on a leash and a couple of reusable bags. We headed off.

Liam looked at his cap before putting it on. "Valentino Rossi?"

"Well, you're not having my Jack Miller hat."

"You like Motogp?"

"Yeah."

"Do you ride?"

"I do. Not a sports bike, though. I have a Dyna Wide Glide."

"You ride a Harley? Holy shit." A look of genuine surprise was on his face.

"Well, it's Andy's," I explained. "I didn't want to sell it when he died. He loved it and rode every day." I looked at Liam. His expression was unreadable. "Sorry, I suppose you don't want to hear about this."

Liam took my hand. "No, it's ok. We all have a past. Yours is a little... different." He sighed, "it's a bit strange because you didn't break up. You loved him. It's a bit hard for me to process. If a girl I were dating talked about an ex the way you talk about your husband, I'd think she wasn't over him."

I didn't say anything to this. We continued walking.

Eventually, Liam continued, "I understand it's not the same as an ex. I believe you when you say you're ready to move on. He seems to be still so much in your life. I'm not used to the dynamic."

"He kinda is still in my life and will always be," I said. I knew I probably shouldn't have been so blunt, but I owed it to him, to be honest. "It's because I want to honour his memory, not because I haven't grieved or haven't accepted it." I stopped and got Liam to look at me. His lips were in a hard line, and his brow was creased. "I've thought about it for a long time, and it took me two years to date again. Three years before I brought a man to my bed." His eyebrows shot up. "That's you, by the way." He grinned at that. "Yes, well, you're very handsome. I couldn't resist." I said dramatically.

"And charming, don't forget that." I elbowed him in the ribs and smiled. He pulled me into a hug. I gave him a big squeeze. I breathed in deeply, enjoying his scent, more potent today than yesterday without his cologne. I already felt like I'll miss his smell when he is gone.

I felt Perrin pulling on the leash, impatient with the delay. "C'mon. Somebody says we need to get going."

When we got to the shops, we stopped at the butcher first and got a rib eye roast. Then we went to the small local supermarket to get veggies.

I tied Perrin up outside, near the water bowl the shop leaves for dogs, and he lapped at it. We went inside and looked around the produce.

After a while, I noticed people kept looking at me. I touched my face trying to see if I had food on it, and checked my fly. I was getting freaked out big time. I saw one of the employees pointing her phone at us.

"Liam, do I have something on my face or something?" I sounded as panicked as I felt.

"No, Sweetheart, you look lovely." He smiled at me and ran his finger down my cheek.

"I just feel like people are looking at me."

Liam looked around. "I don't notice it anymore. You get used to it." My jaw dropped. I'd forgotten about being seen in public with Liam. He must have seen the horror on my face because he said, "I'll wait with Perrin if you like." Liam gave me a quick smile which I supposed he meant to be reassuring, and left.

I pulled my cap down further and hurried to finish my shopping. I avoided the employee with the phone and paid at the other open register. I was so flustered I asked for ciggies. By the time I remembered I didn't smoke anymore, I was too worked up to ask the lady to put them back. I left as quickly as I could.

Liam was squatting down next to Perrin, giving him pats. "You alright?" He asked.

"I guess so. Let's go."

"I'll carry those." Liam took my shopping and the meat and handed me Perrin's leash.

We walked in silence for a while. I was still a bit shaken.

"Does that happen all the time?" I asked after a while.

Liam shrugged. "Sometimes."

"Like it's not just paparazzi that take photos of you without you knowing?"

"Yeah. I tried to tell you."

"I had forgotten you were famous." He raised an eyebrow at me. "I knew you as Will before I knew you as Liam. I got to know you as just a regular guy."

"I know. That's what I wanted."

"Yeah, I get that." I chewed my lip. "I don't know if I would have gone on a date with you if I had known." I swear Miley Cyrus was thinking of me when she wrote the line 'Can't bite the devil on my tongue.'

"I'm sorry," Liam said. He sounded sorry. I didn't want to be mad at him, but I couldn't help it. It tore me up because I understood why he did it. But it didn't make it any easier on me.

"I'm sorry too," I said. I was thinking about the way people were looking at us. I didn't know how he could stand it. I felt stupid thinking he could just walk to my local shops and not stick out like a shag on a rock.

"Why are you sorry?"

"I put you in a position where somebody could take photos of you."

"Hang on. You're worried about photos of me?" I nodded. "I thought you were worried about the photos they took of you."

I felt the blood leave my face. I stopped walking. "They took photos of me? I thought it would be just you."

"Sweetheart, I don't know. Probably." He sounded angry. "I shouldn't have come with you. I should have thought it through. I knew..." He put his arm around me and lifted my chin so I would look at him. "I told you last night; I'm not worried about being seen with you. It's you I worry about."

"Your life isn't normal," I said petulantly. "It's weird and kinda strange." I removed his arm and started walking again. We were reaching my house now. We went around the back, and I let Perrin off the lead and went inside into the kitchen.

"Hey. You know what else is strange?" Liam put the shopping on the bench. His brows were drawn together.

"What?"

"It's been an hour since I've kissed you." He put his arms around my waist, and I put my arms around his shoulders. He bent his head, and I kissed him.

"More." He demanded, smiling. I couldn't say no. I kissed him again, parting my mouth and softly sucked his bottom lip. He groaned, and I smiled.

"I better put the food in the fridge." I tried to detangle myself from Liam, but he wouldn't let me.

"It can wait. I can't." He lifted me onto my kitchen bench. I wrapped my legs around him and kept kissing him.

For a while, we stayed like that, just kissing and touching. These kisses felt different, like Liam was content just to kiss me for a while. There was no demand for more. He did keep his hips away from me.

When we slowed, Liam put his head against my chest, and I held him close to me, playing with his curls.

Part 7

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Chapter Four: Family.

Mel was definitely not a fan of having Harry around. 

This was the first morning with him in the house and she'd decided to adopt a diplomatic attitude towards him, a respectable host with a guest that had to be looked after. Harry wasn't happy about this but he wasn't fighting it, part of him felt he deserved it.

"Right, you lot, you need to be careful, because doxies bite and their teeth are poisonous. I've got a bottle of antidote here, but I'd rather nobody needed it. When I say the word, start spraying immediately. They'll come flying out at us, I expect, but it says on the sprays one good squirt will paralyze them. When they're immobilized, just throw them in this bucket. All right — squirt!"

Mel loathed the chores, but she was helping the twins to snuggle a few doxies, their mother wasn't going to be watching her.

"Fred, what are you doing? Spray that at once and throw it away!"

"Right-o!" Fred happily obeyed. As soon as his mother turned around he gave it to Mel, who pocketed it.

They were doing a new type of sweets called Skiving Snack boxes that were meant to make you temporarily ill. Mel thought it was brilliant, she wanted to help as much as she could. The boys were explaining this to Harry in hurried whispers while Mrs Weasley was across the room next to Hermione.

"We take it in turns. George did the Fainting Fancies — we both tried the Nosebleed Nougat —"

"Mum thought we'd been duelling," said George.

"That was a fun night," Mel grinned.

"Joke shop still on, then?" Harry asked.

"Well, we haven't had a chance to get premises yet, so we're running it as a mail-order service at the moment. Flint's grandad helped us with that, knew some people that could help. We put advertisements in the Daily Prophet last week."

"All thanks to you, mate," said George happily. "But don't worry... Mum hasn't got a clue. She won't read the Daily Prophet anymore, 'cause of it telling lies about you and the Dumbledores."

"It was a kind of you to give away the money... they're doing their best with what they got," Mel said casually, avoiding his gaze. Although she could see Harry smiling out of the corner of her eye.

"Stay here," Mrs Weasley said firmly when the doorbell rang. "I'll bring up some sandwiches."

"Mundungus!" said Hermione, peering through the window. "What's he brought all those cauldrons for?"

"Probably looking for a safe place to keep them," said Harry. "Isn't that what he was doing the night he was supposed to be tailing me? Picking up dodgy cauldrons?"

"Yeah, you're right!" said Fred. "Blimey, Mum won't like that..."

"Bet mine won't either," Mel mumbled. "Dung's a funny idiot, but an idiot nonetheless..."

Fred, Mel and George crossed to the room and stood next to the door, discretely peering through it.

"Mundungus is talking to Sirius and Kingsley... Can't hear properly... d'you reckon we can risk the Extendable Ears?"

"Might be worth it," said George. "I could sneak upstairs and get a pair —"

"WE ARE NOT RUNNING A HIDEOUT FOR STOLEN GOODS!"

"Don't think you need 'em," Mel cringed.

"I love hearing Mum shouting at someone else," Fred smiled. "It makes such a nice change."

"— COMPLETELY IRRESPONSIBLE, AS IF WE HAVEN'T GOT ENOUGH TO WORRY ABOUT WITHOUT YOU DRAGGING STOLEN CAULDRONS INTO THE HOUSE —"

"The idiots are letting her get into her stride," said George. "You've got to head her off early, otherwise she builds up a head of steam and goes on for hours. And she's been dying to have a go at Mundungus ever since he sneaked off when he was supposed to be following you, Harry — and there goes Sirius's mum again —"

Mel felt something push past her and she jumped away from it, crashing against Fred. Kreacher didn't even look up, mumbling nasty stuff rather loudly.

"...Smells like a drain and a criminal to boot, but she's no better, nasty old blood traitor with her brats messing up my Mistress's house, oh my poor Mistress, if she knew, if she knew the scum they've let in her house, what would she say to old Kreacher, oh the shame of it, Mudbloods and werewolves and traitors and thieves, poor old Kreacher, what can he do..."

"Hello, Kreacher!" Fred slammed the door to get his attention.

"Kreacher did not see Young Master," The elf immediately started, but he whispered again, "nasty little brat of a blood traitor it is."

"Sorry? Didn't catch that last bit," George taunted.

"Kreacher said nothing... and there's its twin, unnatural little beasts they are."

Mel snorted, already used to his insults she turned around and stayed near the door.

"...and there's the Mudblood, standing there bold as brass, oh if my Mistress knew, oh how she'd cry, and there's a new boy, Kreacher doesn't know his name, what is he doing here, Kreacher doesn't know..."

"This is Harry, Kreacher," said Hermione. "Harry Potter."

"The Mudblood is talking to Kreacher as though she is my friend! if Kreacher's Mistress saw him in such company, oh what would she say —"

"Don't call her a Mudblood!" said Ron and Ginny at once.

"It doesn't matter," Hermione replied, "he's not in his right mind, he doesn't know what he's —"

"Don't kid yourself, Hermione, he knows exactly what he's saying," said Fred.

"Sirius said his family taught him that," Mel glanced at Harry briefly over her shoulder before turning back to the door. "He's been this lovely since day one..."

"Is it true? Is it Harry Potter? Kreacher can see the scar, it must be true, that's that boy who stopped the Dark Lord, Kreacher wonders how he did it —"

"Don't we all, Kreacher?" said Fred, then he supported one hand on the wall and leaned towards Mel, whispering, "By the way, you still haven't explained why You-Know-Who's trying to kill you..."

"Jolly topic you picked there, don't you think?" Mel scoffed. "It's complex..."

"I'm smart enough," He leaned further, nudging her side.

"Stop!" She said a bit louder, gaining the group's attention. She cleared her throat and looked at Kreacher. "Stop mumbling under your breath, Kreacher, what are you doing here?"

"Yeah, what do you want anyway?" George nodded.

"Kreacher is cleaning," he said evasively.

"A likely story," Sirius walked into the room, startling her. "Stand up straight– Now, what are you up to?"

"Kreacher is cleaning. Kreacher lives to serve the noble house of Black —"

"— and it's getting blacker every day, it's filthy," Sirius scoffed.

"Master always liked his little joke," Kreacher bowed again, "Master was a nasty ungrateful swine who broke his mother's heart —"

"My mother didn't have a heart, Kreacher. She kept herself alive out of pure spite."

"Whatever Master says... Master is not fit to wipe slime from his mother's boots, oh my poor Mistress, what would she say if she saw Kreacher serving him, how she hated him, what a disappointment he was —"

"I asked you what you were up to. Every time you show up pretending to be cleaning, you sneak something off to your room so we can't throw it out."

"Kreacher would never move anything from its proper place in Master's house... Mistress would never forgive Kreacher if the tapestry was thrown out, seven centuries it's been in the family, Kreacher must save it, Kreacher will not let Master and the blood traitors and the brats destroy it —"

"I thought it might be that," said Sirius, casting a disdainful look at the opposite wall. "She'll have put another Permanent Sticking Charm on the back of it, I don't doubt, but if I can get rid of it I certainly will. Now go away, Kreacher."

"— comes back from Azkaban ordering Kreacher around, oh my poor Mistress, what would she say if she saw the house now, scum living in it, her treasures thrown out, she swore he was no son of hers and he's back, they say he's a murderer too —"

"Keep muttering and I will be a murderer!" Sirius yelled, slamming the door shut after the elf left.

"Sirius, he's not right in the head," said Hermione, "I don't think he realizes we can hear him..."

"He's been alone too long," Sirius admitted, "taking mad orders from my mother's portrait and talking to himself, but he was always a foul little —"

"I admit he doesn't have all the blame," Mel interrupted. "Perhaps you should try and be kinder? I know he's a pain but maybe he'll calm down?"

"He's got my mother's morals way too engrained, little Em," Sirius shook his head, patting her shoulder softly. "I doubt I could do much."

"If you just set him free," Hermione pleaded, "maybe —"

"We can't set him free, he knows too much about the Order. And anyway, the shock would kill him. You suggest to him that he leaves this house, see how he takes it."

"Well, that's another thing we could try," Mel joked, earning a grin from the man.

Sirius walked towards the tapestry to take a quick look. Everyone followed.

"You're not on here!" Harry exclaimed.

"I used to be there," Sirius pointed to a hole. "My sweet old mother blasted me off after I ran away from home — Kreacher's quite fond of muttering the story under his breath."

"You ran away from home?"

"When I was about sixteen," said Sirius. "I'd had enough."

"Where did you go?" asked Harry, staring at him.

"Your dad's place," said Sirius. "Your grandparents were really good about it; they sort of adopted me as a second son. Yeah, I camped out at your dad's during the school holidays, and then when I was seventeen I got a place of my own, my Uncle Alphard had left me a decent bit of gold — he's been wiped off here too, that's probably why — anyway, after that I looked after myself. I was always welcome at Mr and Mrs Potter's for Sunday lunch, though."

"But... why did you..?"

"Leave? Because I hated the whole lot of them: my parents, with their pureblood mania, convinced that to be a Black made you practically royal... my idiot brother, soft enough to believe them... that's him." He pointed to the 'Regulus Black' on the base of the tree. "He was younger than me, and a much better son, as I was constantly reminded."

"But he died," said Harry.

"Yeah," said Sirius, his eyes darkening. "Stupid idiot... he joined the Death Eaters."

"You're kidding!"

"Come on, Harry, haven't you seen enough of this house to tell what kind of wizards my family were?"

"But he must've been so young!" Mel added.

"Were — were your parents Death Eaters as well?" Harry asked.

"No, no, but believe me, they thought Voldemort had the right idea, they were all for the purification of the Wizarding race, getting rid of Muggle-borns and having purebloods in charge. They weren't alone either, there were quite a few people, before Voldemort showed his true colours, who thought he had the right idea about things... They got cold feet when they saw what he was prepared to do to get power, though. But I bet my parents thought Regulus was a right little hero for joining up at first."

"Was he killed by an Auror?" Harry asked.

"Oh no... No, he was murdered by Voldemort. Or on Voldemort's orders, more likely, I doubt Regulus was ever important enough to be killed by Voldemort in person. From what I found out after he died, he got in so far, then panicked about what he was being asked to do and tried to back out. Well, you don't just hand in your resignation to Voldemort. It's a lifetime of service or death."

"D'you think he would've chosen differently if he'd had more time?" Mel wondered, more to herself than to Sirius. "That he would've followed you if he knew what Voldemort was truly planning to do..?"

"...I don't know."

She looked up at the man, there was a hint of something she couldn't quite place. Not anger or sadness... if she had to put a name to it, she'd say it was guilt.

"Lunch," Mrs Weasley walked in holding a tray with sandwiches and cake. Emily followed, holding a pitcher of pumpkin juice.

Harry and Mel stayed with Sirius, who was still examining the tapestry.

"I haven't looked at this for years. There's Phineas Nigellus... my great-great-grandfather, see? Least popular headmaster Hogwarts ever had... and Araminta Meliflua... cousin of my mother's... tried to force through a Ministry Bill to make Muggle-hunting legal... and dear Aunt Elladora... she started the family tradition of beheading house-elves when they got too old to carry tea trays... of course, anytime the family produced someone halfway decent they were disowned. I see Tonks isn't on here. Maybe that's why Kreacher won't take orders from her — he's supposed to do whatever anyone in the family asks him..."

"You and Tonks are related?" Harry asked.

"Oh yeah, her mother, Andromeda, was my favourite cousin," said Sirius. "No, Andromeda's not on here either, look — Andromeda's sisters are still here because they made lovely, respectable pure-blood marriages, but Andromeda married a Muggle-born, Ted Tonks, so —"

"You're related to the Malfoys!"

"The pure-blood families are all interrelated. If you're only going to let your sons and daughters marry purebloods your choice is very limited, there are hardly any of us left. Molly and I are cousins by marriage and Arthur's something like my second cousin once removed. But there's no point looking for them on here — if ever a family was a bunch of blood traitors it's the Weasleys."

"Which curiously enough, is a thousand times better than any of the ones on that tapestry," Emily offered a glass to Sirius, which he took without looking.

"Lestrange..." Harry said distractedly.

"They're in Azkaban," said Sirius, taking a large sip of pumpkin juice.

"They were there in Barty Crouch's trial," Mel mentioned, noticing Harry's face of concentration. "That's how you know them, Gla– Harry."

"Rodolphus's brother, Rabastan, was with them too." Sirius nodded.

"You never said she was your —"

"Does it matter if she's my cousin? As far as I'm concerned, they're not my family. She's certainly not my family. I haven't seen her since I was your age, unless you count a glimpse of her coming in to Azkaban. D'you think I'm proud of having relatives like her?"

"Sorry– I didn't mean — I was just surprised, that's all —"

"It doesn't matter, don't apologize... I don't like being back here. I never thought I'd be stuck in this house again. It's ideal for headquarters, of course. My father put every security measure known to Wizard-kind on it when he lived here. It's Unplottable, so Muggles could never come and call — as if they'd have wanted to — and now Dumbledore's added his protection, you'd be hard put to find a safer house anywhere. Dumbledore's Secret-Keeper for the Order, you know — nobody can find headquarters unless he tells them personally where it is — that note Moody showed you last night, that was from Dumbledore... If my parents could see the use it was being put to now... well, my mother's portrait should give you some idea..."

"You know, Padfoot," Emily said. "As far as I'm concerned. Your family is standing right beside you..."

Sirius smiled at her, and it was the first genuine smile he'd shared in the day. Emily put a hand on his shoulder and pushed the hair out of his face with the other.

"You are in desperate need of a haircut," She laughed. "You as well, Mel."

"I don't want one..." Mel held onto her hair with a pout. "I like how it looks!"

"And why should I?" Sirius said defiantly. "I don't leave the house anyway."

"Not leaving the house doesn't mean you can look like a madman," Emily turned to Harry and rolled her eyes. "The longer he stays here the more he acts like a fifteen-year-old..."

"There are two fifteen-year-olds standing in front of you," Mel reminded her.

"I wouldn't mind if I could just get out occasionally and do something useful," Sirius grumbled. "I've asked Dumbledore whether I can escort you to your hearing — as Snuffles, obviously — so I can give you a bit of moral support, what d'you think?" They all stared at Harry, watching as his smile faded a little. "Don't worry. I'm sure they're going to clear you, there's definitely something in the International Statute of Secrecy about being allowed to use magic to save your own life."

"But if they do expel me... can I come back here and live with you?"

Sirius shared a sad smile with Emily before replying.

"We'll see."

"I'd feel a lot better about the hearing if I knew I didn't have to go back to the Dursleys," Harry insisted, Mel had to bit her lip so she wouldn't smile.

"They must be bad if you prefer this place," said Sirius.

"Oh, he'd chose you anytime," Mel admitted. "I would too, even though you keep saying how much I bore you to death."

"Ah, quiet, you!" Sirius ruffled her hair.

"Hurry up, you four, or there won't be any food left," Mrs Weasley called.

"...And then Tonks stabbed the ghoul with her wand, but mum reckons that wasn't the best idea," Mel narrated to her uncle as he fixed the grandfather clock, which was extremely keen to shoot bolts at whoever passed by.

"I reckon so as well," Lupin replied. "Can you pass me the tweezers?"

Mel lifted the tool and continued. "You won't stay with us for the rest of the summer, then?"

"Haven't you grown tired of me?" He asked in amusement.

"This is the longest I've seen you since my third year at Hogwarts!" She pouted. "I'm delighted to have you around! Especially since my mum and Sirius insist on flirting when they're left alone..."

Lupin's wand slipped from his grip, he cursed under his breath.

"How come?"

"Don't tell me you haven't noticed," Mel rolled her eyes. "This isn't me making up some stupid tale, I'm certain they're up to something..."

"I don't think you should be talking about this with me, Mel. You should ask your mother..."

"I did!" She frowned.

"Did you?" Lupin cocked his head to the side.

"I tried!" Mel corrected. "I just... I know Sirius is having an awful time and my mum's not happy either but when they're left alone... dunno, they look happier."

Lupin stopped what he was doing and crouched to be at eye level with her.

"I want you to listen carefully, Mel. Sirius and Emily know how important their roles are for everything to work. They'd do it again if it meant you and Harry would be safe permanently. I'd do it too... whatever they have going on– yes, I've noticed– I'm sure they're old enough to figure it out themselves. Don't worry about it."

"I'm not worried, just curious," Mel shrugged. "Is the clock ready?"

Lupin stood up and examined it one last time.

"Good as new– Let's go have lunch with the rest."

Mel woke up early the morning of Harry's hearing. She walked into the kitchen to find her mother, Lupin and Sirius talking quietly.

"Little Em," Sirius raised a brow. "Had a nightmare?"

"No," She walked up to the table. "Can't sleep, but it's not because of the nightmares..."

"Harry?" Her mother put a cup of tea in front of her.

"Yeah," Mel frowned. "Why does everything always happen to him?"

The adults chuckled.

"Bet he could ask the same thing about you," Emily smiled.

Mr and Mrs Weasley walked in, both with tired smiles. After a few minutes, Tonks arrived as well, looking sleepy. She was talking about some Ministry business that Mel couldn't bring herself to care. Harry arrived not long after.

"Breakfast," Mrs Weasley stood up hurriedly.

"M-m-morning, Harry," yawned Tonks. "Sleep all right?"

"Yeah."

"I've b-b-been up all night... Come and sit down..."

Mel gave a start when Tonks accidentally knocked down a chair.

"Bloody hell," The girl hissed, hot tea had spilt on her hand.

Harry jumped too, holding onto his own hand with a scowl. Once again it was the same hand Mel had burned. No one but her seemed to notice.

"What do you want, Harry? Porridge? Muffins? Kippers? Bacon and eggs? Toast?"

"Just — just toast, thanks," said Harry, giving Mel a look before taking the seat next to her.

Mel groaned louder, but only he seemed to notice.

"What were you saying about Scrimgeour?" Lupin asked Tonks, trying to continue their talk.

"Oh... yeah... well, we need to be a bit more careful, he's been asking Kingsley and me funny questions..."

Every time Harry reached for something on the table and accidentally touched her, felt like pure hell. She was there because she cared, but it didn't mean she wanted him to be close.

"Molly, leave the boy's shirt, you're making me nervous," Emily said sharply, bringing Mel back from her sulking.

"...and I'll have to tell Dumbledore I can't do night duty tomorrow, I'm just t-t-too tired," Tonks finished.

"I'll cover for you," said Mr Weasley. "I'm okay, I've got a report to finish anyway... How are you feeling?"  He asked Harry, the boy was oddly quiet that day. "It'll all be over soon. In a few hours' time you'll be cleared. The hearing's on my floor, in Amelia Bones' office. She's Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and she's the one who'll be questioning you."

"Amelia Bones is okay, Harry," said Tonks. "She's fair, she'll hear you out."

"Don't lose your temper," Sirius warned him. "Be polite and stick to the facts."

"The law's on your side," Lupin agreed. "Even underage wizards are allowed to use magic in life-threatening situations."

Mel gave a start for the second time that morning and touched the back of her neck. She turned to see if there was a leak on the ceiling before realizing Mrs Weasley was brushing Harry's hair with a wet comb, and cold water was falling on his neck. He must've been feeling really nervous and scared if she was able to feel that. Or maybe, after the incident of last June, they were more sensitive to these kinds of things.

"Doesn't it ever lie flat?" Mrs Weasley said grumpily.

Harry shook his head. Mel spoke for him.

"His hair's always like that."

"I think we'll go now," Mr Weasley said. "We're a bit early, but I think you'll be better off there than hanging around here."

"Okay," Harry stood up numbly.

"You'll be all right, Harry," said Tonks.  

"Good luck," said Lupin. "I'm sure it will be fine."

"And if it's not," said Sirius. "I'll see to Amelia Bones for you..."

"Well, you'd scare her to death for certain with that crazy hair of yours," Emily said under her breath, Sirius smiled.

Mrs Weasley and Emily both hugged Harry.

"We've all got our fingers crossed," Mrs Weasley said.

Emily was too anxious to say anything, she cupped Harry's face lovingly and gave him a tense smile, nodding in agreement.

"Harry," Mel stood up abruptly when he was about to go, startling everyone.

He stopped, turned around and looked at her with a less absent expression than how he'd seen the others.

"I... er, I hope everything goes well," She said. "Hogwarts wouldn't be the same without you."

She mentally cursed herself for being soft, and five long seconds passed before Harry finally replied.

"Right," He said, sounding a bit hoarse. "Well... see you later."

Once he left, Emily got closer, putting a hand on her shoulder and squeezing lightly.

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Rainfall anon! Had a dream last night that sparked something Ezra in me. I love that you built Rainfall having a jigsaw emotional past as much as Ez. As somebody who has sleep problems, I can see Rain’s getting bad near the anniversary of something hard in her past. Maybe she self medicates. Maybe he’s supportive of that. And maybe for the anniversary he takes her to see something beautiful. My dream last night was a purple sky of northern lights.

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(gif from Pinterest - if it’s yours and you’d rather I not use it please chime in!) Beta’d by the lovely @heatherbel Warnings: mentions of abandonment; mentions of nightmares

The closer it got to the anniversary, the thicker and faster the nightmares came - slicing into what was usually peaceful sleep, even more so since you’d been co-habiting with Ezra. He fitted into you like the missing part of your jigsaw.

That morning, one day before the anniversary, you woke to Ezra sitting up in your shared bed, brows creased, a storm in his dark chocolate eyes.

“Rainfall… you gonna tell me what’s goin’ on?”

You started to close in on yourself, as you always did around this time of year. 

Last time Ezra had been off on an aurelac mission so you’d weathered the anniversary alone. 

“It’s nothing,” you countered, half-expecting Ezra to accept this. Hadn’t all the men you'd known? Just got up and continued with their day?

But you’d forgotten how perceptive Ezra was. And how much he cared for you.

He turned, trailed the finger of his remaining hand along your hair. “I can’t help but feel you’re not being entirely candid with me, sweet girl. The screams I heard last night were not nothing.”

You looked into his eyes, miserably, then turned away to rummage in your bedside cabinet for the little bottle you kept there.

You waited for Ezra’s judgement as you took out a pill and chewed, but he only continued to gaze at you. You felt the weight of his warm, dark eyes. 

“Go on, say it,” you baited him.

“Rainfall, I’m not sure what it is you’re angling for here, but if you’re self-medicating, then you’ve got a good reason for it. As to whether you want to share that with me, well, I surely hope you will, but it’s not in my nature to force.”

Your eyes burned. “Why can’t you just shout at me? Tell me to snap out of it?”

“Sweet girl, I will, if you think that’ll help.”

For Kevva’s sake, did he have to be so fucking reasonable?

You shoved your hands through your hair. “I don’t wanna talk about it.”

“Okay.”

For a long moment you sat together, next to each other but somehow a planet apart. Ezra said nothing, just gently played with a wayward strand of your hair. 

“It was my mother’s birthday,” you said eventually. “We’d saved all our points, my brother and me, to buy her a gift. Things had been hard between her and my father; he’d left the month before, but she was getting better. She was.”

Ezra nodded, silent.

“We went to the trading post together and we bought a gorgeous fan, for the hot nights. Something beautiful and frivolous. When we got home to give it to her, she’d gone. Just a note on the table with some money, enough for food for a while. We never saw her again.”

“Oh, Rainfall.” 

And he pulled you into his embrace, and you went willingly, burying your face in the crook between his neck and his shoulder. He held you tightly, pressing kisses to your hair as you trembled against him.

“Wasn’t I enough? Why didn’t she stay?”

“Sweet girl, her up and leavin’ says more about her than you and your brother. You know that in your heart.”

The rumble of his voice under your ear calmed your heartbeat.

“Doesn’t make it hurt any less, though, and believe me, I know that,” he murmured, his arm banded tight around you.

“Sometimes I dream, Ezra, that you’ll leave on a trading trip or a supply run, and that you don’t come back,” you said into his chest. It was easier to admit that, easier to show your soft underbelly, when he wasn’t looking at you.

“Look at me.”

At length, you did, leaning up on your elbows to lift your head and meet his gaze.

“I made you a promise, Rainfall, that I’d be honest with you, always, and that I’d tell you if this no longer worked for me. For us. And that promise holds. Kevva knows I love you more’n I’ve ever loved another. And may She strike me down - I will always come home to you, as long as there’s breath in these lungs.”

And you leaned down and kissed him, and he held you tightly, almost to the point of pain, and he was everything you needed.

****

The next morning, Ezra asked you to get in the shuttle. He wouldn’t say where you were going, just asked you to dress warmly.

The excitement and strangeness of this unplanned trip took your mind off the anniversary of finding your mother gone. Of laying in her bed, your face in her pillow, breathing in her scent until it seemed you’d absorbed every last molecule.

“Are we nearly there?” You asked for the seventh time.

“Rainfall. Who knew what an impatient little soul you were?” Ezra chuckled. “If I were to tell you, that’d ruin the surprise, now, wouldn’t it?”

You slumped in your seat, pouting.

“I’m not immune to that pretty little pout, sweet girl, but the surprise will be all the sweeter if I keep it to myself.”

The journey seemed long, but finally Ezra set the shuttle down somewhere quiet. When he opened the hatch to the outdoors, he gestured. “You can take your helmet off, sweet thing.”

“Really?”

“It’s true.”

You released the catch and breathed in the crisp, damp air. You’d smelled this only once before, in a simulation of the long-gone Terra-1, or Earth as it was called back then. The simulation had included the crisp crunch of leaves underfoot, the hoots of a small, flying species called birds.

Ezra held out his arm and you put your hand in his, your gloved fingers tangling together.

The cold air hit you first, and then, when you looked up, you saw it.

The rainbow was enormous, filling ninety percent of the sky. Neon bright, the colours bled into each other as clouds drifted past them. The rainbow shimmered before your eyes, as if someone was waving the ethereal paper it lay on.

“It’s... beautiful.”

“Spied it once on my way back from a rather unpleasant job. Needed a break, so I stopped here, and the sight calmed me more’n a little.” He held you close, kissing your forehead. “From now on, on this day, we come here and we look at our rainbow, sweet girl. And we talk about our future. Enough of the past. It’s gone, but we’re here. Together.”

“Together,” you repeated, and snuggled into him, and it was more than you’d dreamed of; he was more than you’d dreamed of. More than enough.

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