#lemme tell you this entire room took like two whole real-world days to build

[hazmatmaid]

Caught some axolotls while I was out on an adventure. Decided to build them a kickass aquarium complete with redstone lighting and viewing platforms.

The golden one in particular seems to like attention. Comes up a lot to pose.

[trulivin]

On the Job

Golden Eyes Part 2 | Part 1

A/N: SURPRISE SURPRISE. Here it is! (Finally). One down, seven more to go. Sorry it’s taken so long, but I hope you enjoy this! As always, send feedback! Enjoy! I figured you guys would like this better than another update. I got a lot of this done last night so I did my finishing touches tonight. Hopefully I caught all of my mistakes! 

Also I’m thinking about doing a tag list for whenever I post imagines? Lemme know what you think.

P.S Let me know if the link works for Part 1. My computer is being janky right now. 

Kaz Brekker x Reader, Six of Crows

Warnings: Slight abuse, cursing 

*Hopefully my gif works this time*

Y/N went straight to Jesper after she left Kaz’s room. “Well hello there Ms. Sharpshooter,” Jesper bowed, jokingly as she approached. Y/N shot him a grin before asking, “So Kaz says you have a job to do and I was wondering if I could tag along?” Jesper thought for a moment, but the mischievous look on his face told her she was already allowed. 

“Hmm? Let’s see you could take anyone’s eyes out in a moment or shoot them in the head. I think you can,” Jesper replied. “Besides, we need someone to draw our target out anyways. And with those golden eyes of yours I think you can do it.” 

Y/N’s face faltered a bit, but she nodded refusing to let the idea of playing the seductress ruin this. “Great so I’ll come get you tomorrow and fill you in before we go,” Jesper smiled before heading off to the Crow Club. “Awesome,” Y/N muttered, sulking again. Of course it had to be this type of job, she thought to herself. 

“There’s the girl I was looking for!” Inej exclaimed, dancing gracefully over to Y/N, snapping her out of her thoughts. Y/N gave her a small smile and Inej’s face dropped. “What now?” she asked. “Nothing,” Y/N said as innocently as she could. “Bullshit,” Inej pursed her lips. “Nothing I swear! Kaz finally let me go on my first job with Jesper,” Y/N said. 

Inej narrowed her eyes and prompted, “But.” 

“But,” Y/N huffed, “Jesper said they needed someone as bait. And I’m said bait.” 

A look of sympathy flashed across Inej’s face, before she grabbed Y/N’s hands, leading her to her room so they could talk in private. 

Once the girls were settled, Inej said, “You don’t have to go you know. Kaz wouldn’t think anything of it.” But Y/N shook her head. “I have to go. I just got everyone to shut up,” Y/N said. “But Y/N, we both know you got the worst of it at the Menagerie,” Inej said quietly. Y/N sighed recalling all of the horrible memories. 

“Look,” Inej started, “I’m just saying, you don’t have to do this type of thing.” 

“I’ll have to at some point. Might as well be now. Besides I’ve practically been begging Kaz to let me go, and I told him I’d be fine. Do you know how embarrassing it would be if I went to him now and said ‘oh wait I can’t do this cause I’m afraid a guy is going to try and feel me up’?” Y/N mumbled. Inej gave her a funny look but said, “Kaz wouldn’t blame you. He’s not one of the nasty men. I mean he doesn’t have a conscience I swear, but he still has some respect for women.” 

Y/N snorted, “It still makes me look weak.” 

“You aren’t.” 

“I know. It’s just time. I can do this Inej. I’ll be okay.”

Inej sighed and eventually nodded in agreement. “Okay, try and get some sleep. Jesper is a hyper one to work with so you should be fully prepared,” Inej smiled, standing up. “I wouldn’t doubt it,” Y/N laughed. “Goodnight!” Inej called before floating out of her room. 

Y/N laid awake for a few more hours telling herself she was going to be fine. “It’s been over a month and you’ve been doing great,” she muttered to herself in the dark. At last, after a long while the restless girl eventually fell into a deep slumber. 

The following morning, Y/N was immediately met by Jesper. Big Bolliger was lingering in the hall behind him and Y/N assumed this was the other guy on the job. Great, she thought to herself. The guy that absolutely hates me now for almost shooting his manhood off. 

“So, you ready?” Jesper asked with wide eyes. Y/N noticed how his leg seemed to be shaking and one hand rested on his pistol, tapping on the side of it. “Uh, sure,” Y/N said. Jesper’s face split into a grin and he rushed by her. “I’ll fill you in when we get to the spot!” he called over his shoulder. 

Big Bolliger shoved past her, obviously still unhappy over the previous day, following Jesper out. Y/N felt a pair of eyes on her and turned to see Kaz making his way down the steps towards Per Haskell’s office. His impassive expression was back, but his eyes were burning with something else. Anxiousness? Concern? Anger? 

No not anger. He’s always mad at something, Y/N told herself. Catching his eye for a moment, she silently told him she was going to be okay before hurrying after Jesper and Big Bolliger. 

Kaz stopped on the landing in front of Per Haskell’s office, finding Y/N’s eyes. Quickly, he found the girl staring at the entrance where the two boys just went through. He could tell she had doubts about going, but he knew she wouldn’t back out much to his dismay. As if she could sense his presence, Kaz saw her turn around and her golden eyes met his. He sucked in a breath and silently wished she would come up to him and say she wasn’t ready and that she changed her mind. 

Unfortunately, the look in her eyes told him the opposite. He saw her eyes soften at the sight of him, but just as quickly as they found his, they pulled away, and Y/N flitted out the door and into the sunlight. 

Unbeknownst to Kaz, Inej saw the whole exchange and grinned at the thought of Y/N and Kaz. 

Y/N eventually caught up with Jesper, having to walk at a very brisk pace. “Saints! Slow down Jesper,” she exclaimed, finally reaching him. “Keep up golden-eyes. I’m in charge today and I set the pace,” Jesper snickered. Y/N glanced around nervously. She felt too exposed weaving in and out of the hustle and bustle of Ketterdam. 

“What exactly is the plan?” She asked. “Wait no, what exactly is it we’re doing?”

“We need to get this slummy little Ravkan trader to cough up some coins he owes Kaz,” Jesper said, “But he is smart enough not to travel by himself because he knows how Ketterdam is. A real con artist if you ask me. Not a very loyal Ravkan considering he hoards most of the kruge for himself instead of actually giving it to his boss.” 

Y/N nodded, trying to dodge more bodies. It was already hot enough with the sun beating down on them. How in the world does Kaz wear a tie everyday? Y/N thought to herself. 

“So,” Jesper continued, “Your job is to get the guy away from his little friend.” Y/N looked around as her, Jesper, and Big Bolliger made their way to a table in front of a little bakery across the street from some club. Y/N was tense. It felt ten times hotter already, and she was very unnerved at how quiet Big Bolliger had been this entire time. 

“There’s an alleyway, just over there,” Jesper pointed diagonally across the street to the left, a few buildings down from the club. “You need to get him over there where I’ll be covering the backside. Big Bolliger will cover where you enter the alley and we’ll handle it from there. Easy peasy,” Jesper concluded. 

Y/N didn’t say a word thinking about how she would have to lure him away from his friend. Tante Haleen’s voice rang out in her head, “Be a serpent girl. Draw them in with those eyes and then strike. The men love it.” 

“You know,” Jesper’s voice snapped her out of her thoughts, “If you aren’t comfortable with this you don’t have to do it. We can find another way.” Y/N glanced at Big Bolliger and he was eagerly waiting for her response. She would not give him the satisfaction. 

Y/N shook her head, “No, I can do this. I’ll be fine. Easy peasy, like you said.” Jesper gave her a wary look but nodded his head. Big Bolliger, however, had a look on his face that ran shivers up Y/N’s spine. He was betting on her to fail so he could chew her out and get her back for yesterday. Y/N gulped and sunk in her seat watching the crowd roll by and trying not to vomit all over the table. 

After about thirty minutes of waiting, Jesper nudged her arm, “There he is.” He pointed to two fairly pale, slimy looking school-boys. The target was the taller of the two, but almost sickly like. The boy had absolutely no muscle on his body, but had a slight gut popping out from his stained shirt. 

“That’s the con artist?” Y/N asked in complete shock. She stifled a laugh as Jesper rolled his eyes. “Yes he doesn’t look like much, but that guy is pretty good at what he does. His friend on the other hand is just along for the ride,” he said. 

“Jesper, this guy is like our age,” Y/N burst out laughing. “Yes yes I know. But Kaz needed him to run something to another guy. Then the other guy made the mistake of telling him to take money back to Kaz and well you get the idea,” Jesper said. 

“Let’s go,” Big Bolliger snapped, interrupting their conversation and standing up, walking away before the two could say anything. Jesper and Y/N then stood up and he turned to Y/N one last time. “Look it’ll be ok. We’ll be just around the corner and will be on the guy as soon as you get him in the alley,” Jesper smiled at her before disappearing in the crowd. 

Y/N took in a nervous breath before making her way towards the two guys in front of the club. Putting up her best facade, she waltzed up to them, eyes on the taller one. “Win good, boys?” Y/N smirked, batting her eyes. Everything inside of her was screaming to run. 

The two Ravkans eyed her curiously, but the target took the bait. “No not today, sadly,” he said with a thick accent. “Oh that’s too bad,” Y/N pouted, resting a hand on his shoulder. The guy reeked. 

“I’m sure there are other ways to make up for it though,” she whispered, biting her lip. Gag. The man liked where this was heading, and allowed his hand to slip over her back, grabbing her waist and pulling her close. Y/N stiffened as his hand slid dangerously low. 

She pushed aside her fear and said, “Why don’t we go somewhere a little more private? I’m sure your friend won’t mind.” The guy smirked and turned to his friend, speaking something in their native language. She only understood bits of Ravkan, but this was surely something she didn’t want to hear. The two guys shared a disgusting look and high-fived before he said, “All set.” 

“Wonderful,” Y/N muttered as she turned her back to him, pulling him towards the alley. The guy stayed very close behind her. Y/N felt the weight of his hand on her lower back, slipping ever so slightly lower. She suppressed her shutter and kept telling herself, just a few more feet. Memories of slimy men flipped through her mind like a movie, and Y/N felt as if the walls were closing in around her. 

Every step she took, Y/N heard the comments about how such a little girl was so beautiful, but along with that Tante Haleen’s words echoed through her mind as well. Every beating, every client who made her cry, everything terrible. 

But one voice kept her walking, ignoring the man’s hand, ignoring his breath on her neck. I don’t want to see you get hurt like that again. You don’t deserve it. Kaz’s voice was the loudest of them all. She didn’t know why, but she didn’t care. He kept her from drowning, and his voice gave her that sense of hope that she could make it through this. 

Y/N felt a wave of relief rush through her as she could see the alley maybe six feet in front of her now. She turned towards the Ravkan and gave him a mischievous grin. He took the bait yet again, grabbing her waist and pulling her close. His head found the crook of her neck and started placing wet, nasty kisses. Y/N had to physically hold back her puke. 

Just as they were about to stumble into the shadows, a very familiar voice rang out, “Is that my serpent?” Y/N froze. Tante Haleen was staring directly at her with an ice cold glare. “You bitch!” she shrieked. The Ravkan pulled away from her and gave her a confused look. “You know this girl?” he asked the Peacock as she was approaching them. “Oh I know this one all right,” Tante snapped. “She wanted out of my house for the longest time. I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s playing you right now! She doesn’t like when men touch her,” she sneered.

The Ravkan glanced around nervously. Y/N couldn’t move or speak. “If you’re going to act like this then I’ll just bring you back to where you belong!” Tante Haleen screeched pushing through the crowd. The Ravkan took one more glance at Y/N before bolting. Before Y/N had known what happened though, Big Bolliger’s body slammed into the Ravkan and dragged him into the alleyway, not before shoving Y/N onto the ground. Tante Haleen reached the girl on the ground and yanked her up by her hair. Memories of the night Y/N took the beating in public resurfaced. 

“I told you I’d take you back in chains,” the woman snarled in Y/N’s face. Tante’s hand ran across her cheek and Y/N could feel the tears burning in her eyes. She slapped her repeatedly and threw the girl back on the ground. You don’t deserve it. 

Y/N’s head cleared as soon as she heard Kaz’s words echo through her mind. They were as clear as day. “No,” Y/N mumbled, finally able to form words. 

“Excuse me?” 

“No,” Y/N said more firmly, meeting the woman’s gaze. “I will not!” 

Instinctively, Y/N kneed the woman in the stomach and sent her crumbling to the ground. She knew how to fight back. “I’m not scared of you anymore,” Y/N hissed, kicking Tante square in the face. The woman was knocked out cold. Y/N shook herself out and ran into the alley.

Big Bolliger had the Ravkan pinned up against the wall as he was struggling to get something from his pockets. “Thank you, thank you,” Jesper said as the guy handed him two pouches. “Alright I think we got it all,” Jesper said after counting. Y/N let out a sigh of relief as Big Bolliger let the man drop. The Ravkan immediately took off in the opposite direction and disappeared around the corner. 

However, Big Bolliger then rounded on her. He came storming at her, shoving her against the wall. She felt his hands close around her throat. Everything was starting to cave in on her again and her mind went back to awful times when men pulled stuff on her like this. “Whoa whoa!” Jesper exclaimed trying to pull him off, but he just shoved him out of the way. “What the hell was that?” Big Bolliger snarled in Y/N’s face. Y/N found herself at a loss for words again, partially from being strangled at the moment.

“You try an act all tough, but I see right through you. And you just proved it! You could’ve ruined the whole job, bitch,” his words cut through her like a knife. “All you’ll ever be is some whore that Brekker decided to pull off the streets for himself.” Ouch. 

“Dude, let her go, she did fine,” Jesper interjected. Big Bolliger glared at Y/N for a moment longer before releasing her. Y/N collapsed, coughing and gasping for air. Jesper knelt down beside her placing a hand on her back, but she flinched away from him. 

Big Bolliger snorted, “I guess I was wrong. Can’t even take a man’s touch. Looks like you can’t even be a whore right.” Y/N felt tears start to fall. Why did Kaz pick her? She thought miserably. 

“That’s enough!” Jesper snarled at Big Bolliger. “Let’s go.”

“Whatever. It’s your funeral when Brekker finds out what happened,” Big Bolliger shoved past Jesper and disappeared back in the crowd. “C’mon,” he said gently, but did not touch the shaking girl. Y/N slowly stood, feeling the throbbing in her neck from his fingers. She still felt like she couldn’t breathe. There were probably marks left too. 

Jesper and Y/N made their way back to the Slat slowly. Big Bolliger was already back by the time the pair came in. Kaz’s jaw locked as soon as he caught sight of Y/N’s face. He was not happy. Inej was by her side in an instant, “What happened?” Y/N just shook her head and made her way over to where Kaz and Big Bolliger were sitting. Jesper laid the bags down in front of Kaz as Big Bolliger said, “We were lucky I got there in time. What were you thinking sending her on a job?” 

He felt pretty confident with Kaz. “I mean, she froze and almost lost the guy cause what?” Big Bolliger faced Y/N again. Kaz noticed how she physically shrunk away from his gaze, her golden eyes wide with terror again. Kaz also saw light bruising around her neck and her face stained with tears and red marks. 

“Cause the woman from the Menagerie came to talk to her,” Big Bolliger answered before Y/N could. If she could even speak. Kaz got the sneaking suspicion that the bruises around her neck were not from the Peacock though. His hard gaze turned back to Big Bolliger. 

“What happened to her neck?” he growled. Big Bolliger’s face went pale, but he didn’t answer. “What happened to her neck?” Kaz repeated, his anger rising. When no one answered, Jesper stepped in, “This lunatic grabbed her and threw her up against the damn wall! We got the job done didn’t we?” He exclaimed. 

Y/N had never seen it before, and she was sure no one else had either. Kaz completely lost it. The table was flipped in front of him and Kaz’s cane collided with Big Bolliger’s face. “What the hell!” He cried in pain. “I stepped in when she froze up! She needed to be put in place.”

Kaz kicked Big Bolliger in the stomach causing him to hunch over in pain. “You know damn well the job got done and was successful. She got the guy over to you. I don’t care if you’re the strongest, the biggest, the whatever, you do not lay your hands on her again if you want to keep them. Suck up your pride and get over what happened yesterday,” Kaz hissed, leaning over the quivering boy, with a fistful of hair in his hand. “And get the fuck out.”  

No one dared utter a word as Kaz lifted himself up from his squatting position. Big Bolliger’s face was swollen and his eyes were now swimming with fear. Y/N had never seen Kaz so angry, and the worst part was that his eyes burned with fury much like Tante Haleen’s did whenever she disobeyed. 

“Don’t you all have other stuff to do?” Kaz snapped. The crowd broke apart as everyone scurried away like mice. Inej clung to Y/N’s arm as Kaz turned to the two girls. “Go, Inej,” he said through gritted teeth, obviously not trying to yell at his Wraith. They stared at each other for a hard moment as if she was challenging him. Eventually, his eyes narrowed and he huffed, “I’m not going to hurt her.” 

Inej still didn’t budge. 

“It’s okay,” Y/N said quietly to her as Kaz glared back. After a moment, Inej dropped her gaze and muttered, “You have a real bad habit of saying everything is okay when it isn’t.” “I know, but this time it is,” Y/N managed a strained smile before removing her arm from Inej’s and moving silently over to Kaz. For the first time in the entire day, Y/N finally felt safe. 

Too many of the wrong hands had been on her and she didn’t want to feel suffocated anymore, and with Kaz, that’s exactly what she could get. He glanced at Y/N before heading back up the steps. 

Soon enough, he and Y/N found themselves back in his room just as they were the previous day. This time Y/N finally broke down as soon as the door was closed. The horrible memories of every beating came back to her, and the stench of the Ravkan filled her nose again. Before she could stop it, she finally spilled the contents in her stomach. 

When it was all out, she felt sufficiently better and stared at the nasty puddle of puke on the floor and realized what she had just done. “I am so sorry,” Y/N looked up at Kaz who seemed to be grimacing a bit, refusing to look at the floor. “I--” Y/N’s voice died in her mouth. 

“No, no, it’s uh fine. I’ll make someone else clean it up. I’m honestly surprised you lasted this long anyways,” Kaz groaned a bit motioning her to move away from the puke. He moved her to the window sill and pushed the window open to let some fresh air in. Y/N sat down as Kaz rested a hand on the frame of the building above his head. 

The fury in his eyes were gone as he studied her tired looking features. There was a prominent bruise forming on her face and a little cut under her eye. His jaw locked again as his eyes wandered down to her neck, where an outline of Big Bolliger’s fingers bruised her neck. 

Y/N squirmed under his gaze as she felt her face heat up. But he still said nothing. He honestly didn’t know what to say. 

Finally, Y/N locked eyes with him, and she saw him take in a sharp breath. It was her eyes, gold as ever. 

“Look, I know what you’re thinking. I’m fine now. Yes I almost lost the guy, but I mean that damn woman,” Y/N started. “I don’t blame you,” Kaz interrupted. “You don’t have to do that,” Y/N hissed. Kaz seemed a bit taken aback at her outburst, but let her continue.

“You don’t need to baby me. I know I screwed up, but you babying me isn’t going to fix anything. We got the job done, I froze. That’s what happens to people like me. I’m broken, Kaz. I still don’t get why you picked me!” Y/N declared, standing up. “I’m broken. It’ll always be like this for me! Maybe I’ll get better but that pain will still be with me. I haven’t seen my family in years, I’ve been beaten, raped, tortured by the hands of disgusting men. I am completely and utterly--”

“Your eyes,” Kaz said softly, interrupting. 

“Wh-what?” Y/N asked, caught off guard at his response. 

“It was your eyes. That’s why I picked you. There was something about you that night. It,” he paused for a moment, taking a hesitant step closer to her. Y/N could feel her heart pounding out of her chest. 

“It reminded me of myself when I was younger,” Kaz admitted. They were chest to chest right now, and he was looking down at her with dark eyes. He closed his eyes for a moment and said, “It reminded me of when my brother died and who the person I was then. I--I used his body as a float. His dead body. All the way back to the mainland,” Kaz took a shaky breath, but continued, “But you. You were me. You were the little boy fighting to survive under the worst conditions. You were that person who didn’t deserve what the world threw at you. The person who didn’t have anyone to protect him. The person who had absolutely no one.” 

“Kaz…” Y/N whispered. He opened his eyes and saw tears running down her face again. Kaz brought a hand up, pausing. Taking a deep breath, he pulled his glove off revealing his slender hands. Y/N had always seen them from far away whenever it was just them, but never this close. She noticed the little scars that decorated his fingers and palm. Just like mine she thought. 

Kaz brought his hand back up to her face and she noticed he was slightly trembling. Y/N wanted to move because she knew he was uncomfortable. She didn’t want to put him in this position. But another part of her wanted to see what he’d do next. Her skin began to itch where his fingers hovered. 

Kaz wanted to do this. He knew what he did and that sick feeling began rising in his stomach without his gloves. Images of Jordie’s corpse flashed through his mind, but he stared into those liquid gold eyes. They were filled with warmth, not the cold water that nearly killed him. His mind screamed, begged him to put his safety net back on, but he wanted to feel her. And he wanted her to feel him. Not the mask of cool and rough material that could have easily reminded her of the rough hands in her past. 

Y/N didn’t dare move. She just let Kaz do what he needed. The next thing she knew, his fingertips were tracing the little scar next to her eye and down her face. For a moment, he allowed her cheek to rest in the palm of his hand while his thumb wiped away a stray tear. His hand was warm on her face and surprisingly soft. She had seen what those hands could do to a person, but  with her, they were gentle. He wasn’t the Bastard of the Barrel right now. He was Kaz Brekker. 

Kaz Brekker. The boy, Y/N had fallen hopelessly and completely in love with. 

And she was the girl with the golden eyes who he had, and would never admit to anyone, fallen head over heels for. 

He was pleased that she didn’t flinch under his touch, but as easily as those eyes melted away that drowning feeling, they still weren’t enough. He let his hand trail down to the bruises on her neck before letting it fall to his side. 

Y/N felt cold air rush around her and she longed for that feeling of warmth. But, she didn’t want to push it. 

“It’ll take time,” Kaz said quietly. She knew what he meant. And he knew she would. “Me too,” she whispered, a small smile on her face. 

Kaz’s mouth quirked up a bit as he saw the brightness in her eyes return. 

And for that moment, they were content in each other’s presence, neither asking for anything more than what they could give in that exact moment. 

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I hope you all enjoyed this! That last scene with them I was listening to ‘A Thousand Years’ by Christina Perry when I was writing to it, and that LITERALLY made it ten times better so I recommend going back and reading it while listening to that song lol. 

[the-blind-assassin-12]

Simplify: First Night

A/N: This is the epilogue to my series OBLIVION. I suggest reading that before getting into this, or else you might be confused. Anywho, turns out I wasn’t done telling Logan’s story, so this 5 part epilogue will check in on him and his new life with you over the course of those two years before the news broke. This is the first night of forever for the two of you...how will you spend it? 

Warnings: mentions of drug use, language 

Word Count: 3,162

Laying on your side with one arm bent and tucked beneath the cushion that your head was resting on, you gazed out at the bright, silver moon’s sterling reflection on the lake. The glassy waters had turned from a vibrant cerulean to a violet denim under cover of darkness. You were certain that the view of the stars would take your breath away, but they were hidden behind a lofty cloud layer. Where normally this kind of cloud cover would plunge the world into a thick, black night, the sky was still illuminated by the brilliant celestial orb casting it’s glow onto Lake Louise. You took slow breaths in the crisp, clean air, trying to take as much of it in as you could. The shock and adrenaline and euphoria of reaching your destination, of escaping, of living free with Logan still coursed through your body like magic. It made every inch of you tingle, like you were under some kind of spell. You felt light, like you could float away, but you knew you never would. Like a snowglobe, the moon and the sky held you and Logan under their protection, safe and secure from the outside world, happy and whole in one another’s arms. You shifted on the soft beige pillows of the wide lounge chair as you heard the door open and shut followed by his footsteps. Keeping your eyes on the perfect picture in front of you, you felt your smile climb up your cheeks as the cushion dipped with Logan’s weight.

“Hi,” you closed your eyes and waited until you felt him lying beside you, until you felt his hand come to rest on your hip, his forearm atop your side, before opening your eyes and turning to face him. As you did, you felt your heart stutter in your chest. I love him. I love him so much. It was nearly painful, and you felt yourself close to bursting with how much love you had for the man in front of you.

His eyes met yours with that familiar click, like a key in a lock, as a sleepy smile spread across his lips and lifted his cheeks. “Hi,” he repeated softly, letting the hand that was on your hip slide around to your back. His fingers grazed the cool skin beneath your shirt, raising goosebumps all over your body. “You’re cold,” he flattened his palm against the small of your back and pressed you closer to him, until your nose brushed his and you could feel the scratchy hair of his beard against your cheek.

“Not anymore,” you answered dreamily as your hand found his heart and felt it’s steady beat. He’d just showered, and you could feel the residual warmth from the piping hot water lingering on his skin through the soft material of his shirt. Logan gave you all the warmth that you’d ever need again. You could be stranded in the arctic with nothing but endless stretches of frozen fields for miles in every direction, and as long as he was with you it would feel like a summer afternoon. Especially when he smiled.

You felt the low rumble of a small laugh in his chest as he took the hand that he’d tucked under his pillow and brought it up to your face. Drawing a line across your forehead, he swept a few strands of hair away before he let his fingertips glide over your cheeks, your lips, the tops of your ears. “No, not anymore,” he let his eyes roam your face, bright and filled with wonder. “Not ever again.” He pressed you even closer as he took a deep breath. You felt his lungs swell before he let the air back out, breathing into your hair. “We made it…” You felt his fingertips dig a little more deeply into your back, pressing into your spine.

“Yeah, Logan...yeah, we made it.” The words danced on your tongue.

“I mean...we really made it...we’re… we’re out...we’re…” You heard him swallow and release another short burst of laughing breath.

Warm, happy tears began to flood your eyes as you nodded under his chin. “Yeah, we’re out. We’re free.”

He wrapped both arms around you then and dragged you on top of himself, adjusting his position so he was flat on his back. You let out a surprised little gasp as one of your hands flew to wipe the tears from your eyes and the other rested against the curve of his shoulder, fingers playing with the neckline of his t-shirt. Reaching up, he caught the hand you were using to wipe your tears, and brought it to his lips. He brushed his lips against the tip of each finger, looking right into your eyes, before laying a soft kiss with a flick of his tongue to the center of your palm. Heat crackled through your entire being. He closed your hand inside his own, as though trying to keep that kiss from escaping. His mouth fell open as he looked up at you. The mountains, the moon, the mirrored lake waters...it was all breathtaking. But they weren’t the reason for his awed expression. Logan was looking at you like you were the moon, like you were the mountains. Your breath hitched at the things you saw in his eyes.

“Logan,” you whispered his name like it was a secret, and in a way it was. You knew you were the only person to ever see him this way, as just Logan, no pretending. You’ll never have to pretend with me, Logan. “Logan, you-”

He brought his hand, still containing yours in his closed fist, to your lips and held one finger there lightly, shaking his head slowly. “Lemme say something, okay?”

You were reminded of a few days ago, in the chapel when he’d told you that he loved you for the first time. The same urgency that was in his eyes then was glinting up at you now, and you knew that whatever it was that he needed to tell you couldn’t wait. You were learning that Logan said exactly what he meant, precisely what he felt, in the very moment that he felt it; that he was clever enough to hide things or manipulate the truth, but that he never did and never would. You pressed your lips together and nodded, holding your breath so your own breathing wouldn’t interfere with that he needed to say. The night sounds of animals and tree branches faded away as he began to speak.

.  . .  . . .  . . .

Each day since leaving the park and your old lives behind you had been the best day of Logan Delos’ life. Each time he looked to his right and caught a glimpse of you in the passenger seat, or felt your fingers laced through his as they rested atop the gear shifter, he got the most thrilling rush, the warmest high he’d ever had. I got so damn lucky when I found her… The drive had been long and he’d done most of it, only letting you take the wheel when you insisted that you saw his eyes grow heavy and tired, wanting to be the one to get you safely from points A to B. When have I ever gotten to be the white knight? He thought about every time he’d donned a black hat; both literally in the park, and figuratively in real life. He never dropped the act. Westworld, Real World- the location didn’t matter. Only the attire changed. Until he met you.

Each new day had been better than the last. But on the third day, while the sun reached its highest position against the clear blue sky, he’d hit peak happiness as the tires of the dark green sedan crunched over the gravel driveway that led to your new sanctuary. With your hand in his, he felt like he was floating up the three steps and across the wood boards of the porch to the front door. Turning the handle felt like opening a portal to a new world, crossing the threshold felt like entering one, and every new room that the two of you explored together filled his mind with images; building a fire on a cold night while you read, curled up on the couch; waking up with your hair on his pillow and the morning sun lighting up your face; laughing in the kitchen as his wandering hands distracted you from whatever was burning on the stove. Later, as the sun started its slow descent towards the horizon, after exploring every nook and detail of the cabin and taking stock of just how well Juliet had set you up- full wardrobes, a good six month supply of food, and a stash of cash for anything the two of you might need if you travelled into town, since you’d been instructed not to try to find any work until at least six months had passed- he added his first of many longed for memories.

He’d been perusing the titles that lined the shelves in the living room, running his fingers over the leather and cloth bound hardcovers to feel the golden lettering, when he heard the water shut off, pipes shuddering within the walls. He’d let you shower first, both of you eager to rid yourselves of the dirt and sweat of the road, of the grime leftover from the years of struggle, the decades of unhappiness. As you entered the bathroom attached to the bedroom, he removed himself from the room knowing that the temptation to follow you would be too great. We have the rest of our lives for that, he told himself, I should let her shower in peace. But there was one thing he’d been thinking about for months, and he wasn’t about to miss out on it. He set down the tome he’d been skimming- The Collected Works of William Shakespeare- and, unable to stop the grin from spreading across his face, headed back towards the bedroom.

Logan sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for you to emerge surrounded in steam and wrapped in a towel. When the door opened and you walked toward him smelling of peonies and sugarplum, a warm glow around you and a slight tint to your cheeks from the temperature of the water, his breath caught and his eyes narrowed. Perfection. Almost as if you knew exactly what he was hoping for, you slowly removed the towel from around your torso and bent to let your dripping locks tumble down. Wrapping your hair in the towel, you dried it between your hands before flipping it back over your shoulder and returning to a standing position. He sighed quietly as he watched- such a simple moment, so small and seemingly insignificant. But Logan had never had the little moments, the simple, mundane actions that were readily available in a loving relationship, in a domestic lifestyle. Watching you dry your hair was as spectacular to him as visiting a high end art gallery and dropping enough money on a one of a kind painting to sustain a small country for a year. “You are gorgeous,” he said breathlessly, hands gripping the mattress on either side of him. You giggled and the sound made him bite his lower lip. The things she does to me… just by being there…

You rolled your eyes, enormous smile on your face. “I’m soaking wet and exhausted, Logan, I’m not exactly at my best right now.” You stepped between his legs and he tilted his head back as you ran your fingers through his hair.

“Soaking wet,” he reached out and grabbed your hips with both hands, feeling the moisturizer you’d just applied under his palms. “Exhausted,” pulling you closer, he rested his cheek against your midsection. “And absolutely beautiful.” He turned his head to press his lips to your stomach, trailing a few more kisses up your ribs. “And I’m so in love with you.” He stood and cupped your cheek in his large hand, eyes flicking from yours to your lips and back up again. “Ridiculously in love with you.” When his lips touched yours, there was no rush or harshness, just a soft, slow build of emotion as he tried to relay exactly how he was feeling in that moment. When he reluctantly broke apart, again reminding himself that there were no more time limits; that he had endless opportunity to steal your breath away and hold you close and render you senseless, he took one last look at your naked form before smirking and heading towards the bathroom himself. “Now lemme go clean up so I can show you just how much.” He winked at you then, pulling the towel from your hands, and thinking of all the things he wanted to do to you, all the places he wanted to touch you, all the sounds you’d make, the shape your lips would take as you moaned his name.

But now, lying beneath the stars with you, staring up into the face of the woman who held his whole world, now he knew that he needed to show you in a different way. There’s plenty of time for that. The silver glow of the moon danced on your skin, just like that night before the storm, the gentle breeze ruffling your hair. “Lemme say something, okay?” You nodded and he released your hand, both of his going to your back as yours fell to his chest. “Today...tonight...with you, it’s…” he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. How the fuck do I say this? He felt your fingers running up and down his throat and sliding under the neckline of his shirt, and it was enough to straighten his thoughts out. He opened his eyes to a sleepy smile on your face, and for the thousandth time that day his heart flipped. “This is the best day of my life. You...you’re...you changed everything for me. And today I got to start living my life with you...because of you…”

“Logan, I…” you sighed. “You changed my life, too, Logan,” you let your fingers wander up his jaw, over his ear and into his hair.

“I know...we,” a nervous laugh fell out of his mouth. “It’s like we were... made to find each other.” He rolled his eyes at himself, but he meant what he was saying wholeheartedly. “Do you know that’s truly how I feel? I would have never said something like that before I met you… you wanna know why?” He looked up at you, ready to explain why the man you’d uncovered was so different from the cowboy you’d played games with. You nodded again. “Ever since I was old enough to start learning the business… 18, maybe 19…all I ever heard was what a failure I was destined to be.” He felt you shift on top of him, tucking yourself against his shoulder, and his hand traveled up to comb through your hair. “I was a kid, you know? I acted out, I was a little shit...and instead of trying to help me straighten up, my father just told me what an absolute fuck up I was.” He let out a puff of air as he felt your lips press against his neck. “I was trying my hardest, too, you know? I always do...I’m competitive, I like to win, to do well...but no matter what I did, it wasn’t enough and he couldn’t see past whatever mistakes I had made. So I decided, fine. He thinks I’m a fuck up? I’ll be the best goddamn fuck up he’s ever seen. I got his attention when I got into the dope, but then I was just a fuck up and a junkie. So I had two things to be the best at.” He thought he’d feel more resentment for his father, but as he spoke, with you resting against him and the moon casting it’s light, he found that he had no feelings about it anymore. All because of her. He felt you nestle closer, and he knew you hated thinking about how dangerous his addiction had become. He tightened his hold on you and kissed the top of your head, continuing. “I started pretending all the time, not just in the park. They wanted Logan the asshole? They got him. They wanted Logan the sex fiend? Easy. I was good at it. At being what they thought I was… it almost killed me, that’s how good at it I was…” you shuddered against him again. “But then I met you...and nothing I was doing meant a damn thing anymore.”

You lifted your head then to look into his eyes, and he saw such affection in yours it was almost more than he could take. That’s for me...that look...

“I haven’t...I haven’t gotten high since I met you.” You squeezed his shoulder, relief and happiness and pride in him in your eyes. “I tried not drinking...I almost made it, too...but…” he didn’t need to finish that sentence. You knew that he had gotten very drunk the night you were married to Erik. “But that was the last time, and…” he sighed deeply. “And I want it to stay the last time. I...I don’t need to escape anything anymore...you showed me that I can just be me, that I don’t need to hide or pretend or drink myself into a coma… you showed me that I can have more...you are more. More than I ever thought I’d have…”He spoke your name, enjoying the way it tasted. “I love you. And I’m going to spend forever showing you how much.” He pulled you down for a kiss, a short one, but there was no denying the intention behind it as his tongue tangled with yours. “But tonight, I just want this...just you, like this… is that okay?”

“Yes, Logan,” your voice was thin from the kiss and the tears and the way that your lives were changing. “That’s okay...can...can we…”

“We can do anything you want.” . Anything. We’re free. And I’ll do anything for you.

“Can we stay right here tonight, out here? Just like this?”

He dropped a kiss to your nose, smile spreading from his lips to his eyes to his heart and soul. “We’ll need a blanket...but yeah…just like this.”

.  . .  . . .  . . .

The first night that your copy made it back home with Erik, it cried softly in your room, wishing for a someday when it could find the copy of Logan, and ride off into the sunset. Erik celebrated your final trip to Westworld by getting blisteringly drunk in his study, laughing to himself like a madman.

“We need them to deteriorate,” Juliet had said. And starting that first night, they did. They all did.

.  .  .  .  .  .  .  . .

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[friendliest-place-on-earth]

Sprace Domestic Series (pt. 7)

(Part 1)

(Part 2)

(Part 3)

(Part 4)

(Part 5)

(Part 6)

(AO3)

Spot anxiously paced up and down in one of the small rooms of the building where he would soon be married. Jack, being his best man, sat in a chair near him and tried to calm him down.

“Spot, there ain’t nothin’ to be worrying about.” Jack said calmly, only to earn a glare from the nervous, now slightly pissed off, groom.

“You don’t know that! How can you tell me that everything is going to be okay because this is my wedding. How’d you survive yours, Jack?” Spot wrung his hands nervously, feeling the moisture on his palms then rubbing them on his black dress pants.

“Well I just remembered that the only reason everyone was there was so that I could marry the man I love. In all honesty I was where you were right now, only I was alone in the bathroom so no one had to watch, but as soon as I saw Davey from across the aisle I knew everything was gonna be okay.” Jack smiled.

“Geez, what a sap.” Spot muttered, slowing his footsteps.

“Yeah, says the guy who proposed to his boyfriend in the freaking snow and then watched Frozen in a blanket fort.” Jack scoffed.

“Ah lay off will ya? It’s my wedding day!” Spot rested a hand on his chest, feigning offense.

“Yeah okay. Seriously though, you’re gonna make it through this because this is gonna be something you’ll want to remember.” Spot pulled up a chair next to Jack and practically collapsed onto it.

“What if… what if Race decides he doesn’t wanna marry me anymore?” Spot tilted his head down, playing with his hands as a distraction.

“Oh trust me that kid’s got it bad.” Jack laughed, clapping his hand on his friend’s shoulder.

“I just hope you’re right…”

“You kiddin’ me? I’m always right!” Jack exclaimed, hitting his chest with his fist. Spot gave him a look with his eyebrows raised that said something along the lines of Really?

“Okay so I’m right most of the time.” Spot gave him the same look.

“Well some of the-” Spot raised his eyebrows even higher.

“Alright, so I’m wrong a lot but I do know a whole lot about love and you two are in it.”

“I know that it’s just, what if something goes wrong or-” Spot began his descent into the spiraling pit of worry.

“C’mon Spot, Davey planned this wedding. Do you think he’d ever let there be room for error?” Jack questioned.

“I guess not-”

“So, all you gotta do is wait for everyone to arrive and we can get this show on the road and you’re on your way to becoming Race’s husband.” Jack added emphasis on the last word, which made Spot’s heart flutter and his stomach flip. If he could get out of here as his husband, then it would all be worth it.

“I still can’t believe you got Katherine to officiate it…”

“Race, sit down would ya!” Crutchie groaned, pulling his friend onto the couch he was sitting on.

“Just lemme pace in peace, Crutch.” Race tried to stand up again, but he was again pushed into the cushions.

“I’m not just gonna sit here and watch you worry yourself sick! Now talk to me, what’s got you so worked up?” Race breathed a sigh of defeat and sagged into the back of the couch.

“I’m just so nervous. I want this to be amazing, Spot doesn’t have any family that would care enough to come and my goal is to make up for that.” he said quietly.

“First of all, you’re never gonna take their place, most likely because there never really was a place in his heart for them. Those are relationships you can never replace, but you have something better- a real partnership based on love and trust. Isn’t that why you’re here today?”

“You ever thought about taking up writing?” Race smiled crookedly at his friend.

“Well, I teach English class from 11-12 every single day.” he joked. Crutchie was a fifth grade teacher at the local elementary school, so he taught all subjects.

“I’m sure it’s a blast.”

“Hey Race, I want you to remember that Spot loves you, a lot. It’s really obvious, because when he looks at you, I see what everyone talks about and that’s something special. What I’m trying to say is, he loves you no matter what so you don’t gotta work extra hard to please him.”

“I know, I just can’t help feeling this way from time to time. Spot’s usually here but, I guess I can wait a little longer.” Race let a soft smile grow onto his face.

“I hope I can help you at least a little bit.” Crutchie returned the smile.

“Yeah of course kid.”

“We’re the same age!” he groaned, rolling his eyes. Race felt a laugh bubble up through his stomach and some of the nervousness went away. Maybe this will be okay, he thought.

“How much longer we got?” he hoped to get this started soon.

“I’d like to say about twenty more minutes, but I can go see for myself if you want?”

“If you would, that’d be great.” “No problem, I’ll be right back.” Crutchie quickly got up off the couch and walked out the door. He noticed someone else walking in the same hallway a few feet ahead, and soon recognized them.

“Hey, Jack!” he waved, moving faster to catch up.

“You out here to get everyone inside too?” he smiled.

“Well, technically I’m just supposed to see how long it’s gonna take for everyone to get inside, but yeah basically.” Crutchie laughed. They walked briskly down the hall and began guiding everyone inside. They were all shown their seats and it was time for the wedding to finally begin.

It had been decided that their wedding would be very traditional, (Race’s parents insisted and they were paying for the wedding so what could they have done?) and it turned out to be better than they could’ve imagined, thanks to Davey since he basically planned the whole thing all by himself. Race was going to be the one walking down the aisle, the only two reasons being that Spot proposed and Race actually had a parent to walk him down. As the wedding party took their places, there was a pause and the large double doors at the end of the room opened up to reveal Anthony holding onto his father’s arm. Sean almost burst into tears right then and there, but he managed to summon all his willpower and only let a few slip through. Everything was just so perfect, the first notes of the piano version of “This is Gospel” by Panic! At The Disco came on, and how good Anthony’s tux fit on him, it was everything they could’ve hoped for. The grooms immediately made eye contact, even as the blue eyed boy’s eyes welled up with tears which made them look like the ocean. It seemed like he couldn’t get to the end of the aisle fast enough, all they wanted to do was reach out and grab each other’s hands. Finally though, that moment did arrive and Anthony was met with Sean as he released his father’s arm.

“Friends and family.” Katherine’s voice rang out, silencing everyone.

“We’re all here today to witness Sean and Anthony join one another in marriage.” they had decided to put their legal names on their invitations, since that might make more sense years in the future.

“I have had the pleasure of knowing these two for quite some time, and I am honored that they have allowed me to officiate the ceremony.” she beamed as Spot raised an eyebrow.

“Okay so I asked if I could do it, but I am legally certified thanks to the internet. That said, being a good friend of these two men here, I have had the privilege of watching them fall in love. I would like to start this off by reminding you two and everyone else here of the newest journey you are about to take with one another. Marriage is something many people have fought long and hard to earn, which shows its importance to people. It adds a whole new meaning to your relationship, it’s a promise to love one another.” Anthony squeezed Sean’s softly.

“It’s a promise to be supportive, to love and accept all parts of your spouse. Getting married is one of the many ways to celebrate and showcase how much you love your significant other. Speaking of, I think it’s time to share the vows Anthony and Sean have prepared separately.” Katherine stepped back slightly and motioned for them to begin. They each took out a piece of paper with their vows on it, which was basically their insurance policy incase they got too flustered in the moment. It was Anthony’s turn to begin..

“S-sean, I love you more than I can say. I know how incredibly cheesy that sounds but considering we watch Disney movies pretty much all the time, I think it’ll pass.” Sean laughed quiet enough for only Anthony to hear, and he carried on.

“I know that I can be a lot to handle, I get too worked up sometimes or I can stress out if things aren’t how I want them to be, but I also know that you’ll be here despite that. I promise to tell you when I’m upset or stressed out, because I know you can make it better. You are my favorite person in the world, you’re my best friend and this is why I promise to always love you.” Anthony’s voice shook like mad as the world’s happiest tears fell in line down his cheeks.

“F-for my last promise, I promise to keep finding new movies for us to watch because as long as there’s new movies, there’s new ones to watch together.” Anthony’s vows were finished, and Sean pulled him into a tight hug while they both cried for a few moments.

“How am I supposed to follow that?” he asked, causing the entire audience to erupt in tearful giggles.

“Anthony, I can’t tell you what it means to be standing here, looking at you, in front of all these people. You have added so much color to my life, and that’s one of the many reasons that I love you. I’m mostly known as “that angry short guy” and while I fully admit that that’s true, you make me feel like I’m more than that. I grew up in an a place where I couldn’t even dream about being this happy, feeling like my heart is about to explode in the best possible way. I don’t feel so confused about what my future looks like ‘cause I can see it right here. I promise to spend the rest of my life making you feel as important and as whole as you’ve made me. I promise to always be there for you when you feel sad, because I know how hard it is to ask for help. Finally, I can promise you that I’ll make many more blanket forts that we can spend the night in, if only to remember the night I proposed. My love, you’ve done what I thought was impossible, you’ve managed to take a broken boy from Brooklyn and make him feel loved.” Sean took in the brief moment as he finished his vows and heard small sniffles ripple through the crowd. Anthony reached out again to pull him into a hug, crying even more this time.

“If we could get the rings…” Katherine motioned for Les, the ring bearer, to bring them forward.

“Thank you, Les.” she instructed the pair what to do next.

“With this ring, I thee wed.” Sean slid the ring onto Anthony’s ring finger, both of their hands shaking.

“With this ring, I thee wed.” Anthony’s turn to give Sean his ring. Sean’s heart was pounding in his ears and he heard something along the lines of “you may now kiss the groom” and before he knew it he was kissing Anthony, his husband.

Everything else paled in comparison after that kiss, talk about magical. Nonetheless, they all went to the reception a few minutes away, which was held in a hotel ballroom. They’d taken all their formal pictures beforehand, so now it was time to party and hope the photographer didn’t get any embarrassing candid photos. As everyone shuffled in and had a few cocktails, (well, those who could drink) it was time for the newlyweds to make their big entrance. The wedding party was introduced and soon Davey, who was in charge of the mic, announced the new couple.

“If everyone could please welcome, Mr. and Mr. Conlon-Higgins!” the ballroom erupted in cheers and applause as Spot and Race made their way onto the dancefloor. The room was soon silenced as they began their first dance to “So This Is Love” from Cinderella. Spot had his arms hooked around Race’s waist as they danced slowly to the music. Race was keenly aware that everyone was staring but according to his husband “they’re supposed to be staring”.

“It’s okay, don’t look at them, just look at me.” Spot whispered as he looked up into Race’s eyes.

“Using my own words against me?” he fake scoffed as Spot pressed a kiss to his forehead. They continued to dance to the music, drunk in the feeling of absolute love and happiness. Race his forehead on Spot’s as he softly sang one of the lines.

“So this is love.”

“Mhmhmm.” Spot hummed the next line, earning another tearful kiss from his Disney prince.

Here are I used in this fic and the links to the YouTube videos that inspired me to use them:

This is Gospel (Piano Version)

So This is Love [This one is a cover with Tessa Violet and Jon Mozart but I really liked it]