#like his hair is messy in the same way that his cottage was messy

[hanzajesthanza]

i think it would be really funny if regis had a kind of fucked-up haircut

“he could save everyone except himself” but like with regard to the barbery, and not the surgery. kind of like when chefs don’t cook very well for themselves. or when fashion designers wear sweatpants all day.

but moreover. i think the aesthetic effects of a bad haircut would help to dampen his natural lugosian allure and good looks. to reduce any potential suspicions

[bookyeom]

campfire - bsk

pairing: seungkwan x reader word count: 1.7k warnings: the tiniest mention of blood at the beginning request prompt: "What are we to each other?"

A/N: Thanks so much for all the support for my 700 follower celebration. You guys rock! I'm doing my best to get through the requests, but there were way more than I anticipated so bear with me!

"I’m bleeding," you wince. You sit down on one of the rocks, turning your foot to assess the damage. A small trail of blood leads from your ankle to your pinky toe, and you let out a little whine. "Gross."

Who’s idea was it to go on a hike at 5:30am, anyway? 

Yours. Right. It was your idea. 

You’d thought some of your friends would join you – you’re on a week-long cottage vacation. Why would you not immerse yourself in the nature all around you? But only one person had signed up to tag along – the one you thought liked you the least. You don’t even know if you would consider him a friend.

The hike had been mostly silent, awkward even – and then, like an idiot, you’d gone and tripped. 

Seungkwan wastes no time, immediately crouching down on the ground in front of you. He motions for you to put your foot up on his knee and you oblige, wincing again as you move. You can’t help but watch his face as he assesses the injury. His hair is messy from the wind, and parts of it are falling across his forehead as he leans forward. He looks kind of beautiful in this element, you have to admit. All sweaty and flushed from the exertion. You try and fail to suppress a shiver as his fingers run across your skin, and his eyes meet yours in concern. 

"Did that hurt?" 

You feel your cheeks heat up as you shake your head no, before breaking his gaze and looking back down at your foot. You watch as he pulls off his backpack, resisting the urge to comment on the fact that he has a first-aid kit in there (because of course he does), even though that’s what you do. You and Seungkwan are just that – two people who happen to have the same friends, and bicker over the dumbest shit. But right now, with the way he looks so soft and concerned, his lower lip between his teeth in concentration, you can’t find it in you to make a snarky comment. 

You’ve been finding it harder and harder to do that lately, if you’re being honest with yourself. You don’t know when it started to happen, but the teasing between the two of you just makes you feel warm all over now, instead of irritated like it used to. You’re starting to resent the way he makes you smile.

“This will hurt.” Seungkwan’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts, and you nod, unable to find your voice as he presses a piece of peroxide-soaked cotton onto the affected area. You hiss at the pain, and his free hand gives your calf a gentle squeeze of reassurance. “It’s not sprained,” he tells you, “but it’s going to hurt like a bitch. You should be okay to walk on it, but we should definitely head back.”

He starts packing up his bag again, and you wish that you could find something, anything to say. You know a thank you is in order, but all you can manage is, “Since when did you become an expert in sprained ankles?”

Seungkwan snorts, but he doesn’t so much as flinch while he continues to put his things back in his bag. “Being the captain of the volleyball team has its perks, I guess.”

“And co-captain of the badminton and table tennis teams.”

That makes him look up. His eyes are wide in surprise, and you try to ignore how flushed you’ve suddenly become under his gaze. “Yeah,” he says slowly, “I didn’t know you even knew that about me.”

You can’t help the defense that shoots back up as you retort, “What do you mean? It’s all you talk about. We get it, you’re sporty.”

“Right.” His lack of response to your quip has you flustered. He simply hums, stands up and slings his backpack over his shoulders. “Can you walk on your own?”

You feel stupid all of a sudden. “I think so,” you respond, dejected by the weird energy between the two of you, and you can feel Seungkwan’s eyes on you as you stand, testing the weight on your foot. “I’m good, just go slow.”

You don’t talk to Seungkwan for the rest of the afternoon. He disappears when you make it back to the house, and all you get from him over lunch are some smiles and a giggle when you guffaw at Mingyu tripping on his own shoes. You spend the afternoon hanging out with Vernon and Seungcheol in the library, ankle propped up as you read in silence. 

A campfire is on the agenda for dinner, and you're told to sit back and relax as things are brought out from the cottage. You’re entertained from your seat by Seokmin and Mingyu as they begin cooking, and the rest of your group comes out one by one. The sun is beginning to set, and the sky is a beautiful array of blues, pinks and purples when Seungkwan sits in the chair next to you.

“How’s the ankle?”

“It’s fine,” you manage, and he nods. He settles in, eyes on the fire, and you can’t help but gawk at him. He chose to sit next to you?

The evening passes without much more chatter between the two of you. Your other friends are entertaining as always, and the time slips away peacefully until Jeonghan announces his early retirement, and others begin to follow suit. The fire is dwindling when Chan, Soonyoung and Seokmin announce that they’re headed in, leaving just you and Seungkwan, and you’re about to ask Seokmin to help you back to the house when Seungkwan interjects.

“I’ll help them.”

You flush at the chorus of oohs and ahhs that echo through the remaining group, but Seungkwan doesn’t even flinch, already maneuvering his chair in front of yours. 

“Come on,” he pats his thigh, “let me see.”

“Seungkwan…” 

He hums, focused on the task at hand. It’s quiet now as he stops fidgeting with the bandage, moving instead to gently massage the sore area around the wound. His touch is gentle but firm, and you feel electricity shoot through you. You’re holding your breath, and you feel a little dizzy; there are goosebumps on your leg from where he’s touching you. It’s not cold out, so you know you can’t blame it on that. It’s quiet, and all you can hear are the murmurs and occasional laughter of your friends in the distance, and the dying fire. 

“Why are you doing this?” Your question comes out harsher than you mean for it to, and you wince.

Seungkwan looks up at that, his fingers stilling on your skin. He’s silent for a moment, processing. “What, helping you?” He sounds incredulous, and you shrink a little bit back into yourself. He begins to gently press his fingers into the muscle of your ankle again, his eyes falling back to his work as he adds, “Didn't know you thought so lowly of me.” 

“It’s not as if you like me either, Seungkwan.” You wish you could pull your ankle away from him without it hurting, wish you could find a way to hide from whatever this conversation is about to be — but you can’t. 

Seungkwan shakes his head, the disbelieving huff of a laugh escaping his lips as he does. “Unbelievable.”

You cross your arms, defensive. “What?”

Despite being obviously annoyed, Seungkwan is gentle as he sets your foot back on the ground. “Nothing. Just let me help you back to the house, alright?”

You stare at him in disbelief as he stands, moving his chair back to its place before he holds out an arm to you. “No. What? You’ve got to be kidding me, Seungkwan.”

He runs a hand through his hair, jaw tight as looks away from you and mutters, “Fine. Get back to the house on your own.”

“That’s not…” You fight back the sudden urge to cry, blinking rapidly. “Seungkwan.”

Something in your voice makes him turn back to you, and now his own arms are crossed in defense. “What, Y/N?”

“I…” You don’t even know what you mean to say, really, and it takes a moment before you whisper softly, “What are we to each other?” 

You can tell he’s surprised by your question. His eyes widen as he straightens. “I… I don’t know,” he admits honestly. “But I can’t figure out why you don’t like me.”

His admittance lingers in the air around you, and your mouth falls open as you process. “Do you like me?” 

Seungkwan’s hand lifts to run over his face as he sits back in his chair. He’s embarrassed, you realize, and your heart stutters over itself in your chest. “I mean, yeah, but I just meant — you think that I hate you or something, but I don’t, even though you don’t like me —“

“I like you,” you blurt out, cutting him off before he can ramble any further. “I thought that you didn’t like me because you’re always so competitive and want to beat me at everything, and you never seem excited to see me or try to talk to me at parties, so I just… gave up on trying to make you like me.” 

Seungkwan lets out a whine. “You intimidate me! You’re good at everything and yes, I’m competitive, but you’re an equal match and that’s so hot. But I thought you didn’t like me, so I didn’t try, either.”

“Oh my god,” you say after a moment. 

You stare at one another in the dim firelight for a moment. And then you both begin to giggle.

“Are we going to ignore that you called me hot?”

Seungkwan stumbles a bit, the arm he has slung around your shoulders tripping you up a little bit too, but he quickly catches himself. You bite back a smile. “Yes. Yes we are.”

“Why? I think you’re hot, too.”

Seungkwan fully stops the two of you now, turning to you with an exaggerated pout. You can just make out his features in the light from the cabin up ahead, and he looks so cute you could cry. “Don’t tease me,” he whines.

“I’m serious,” you tell him honestly. He looks away, but you can see the shy smile that’s formed on his face. 

“Fine,” he says as he begins to walk again. “We can talk more about that inside.”

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[drewsbraziliangf]

there'll be happiness after you | Drew Starkey x black!reader

summary: what can you do when you're back in the same place where you had your heart broken for the last time? Is there any way to move past all the hurt and longing?

a/n: ok so I'm sorry for the long wait for this... This will be the last part of this story :'( I want to thank you guys for the love shown in this because this is my first time writing for anything other than House of the Dragon in a loooong time. I hugely suggest listening to "No Goodbyes" by Dua Lipa, "Funeral" by Zara Larsson or "happiness" by Taylor Swift during this read. I hope y'all enjoy it!

dividers: @/saradika

warnings: some cuss words, angst.

The morning after a was never my favorite. Always waking up with a pounding headache and lips as dry as a desert is not the best way to start a day. But there was something about today that made it all worse, for some reason, my brain decided to remember most of the events of the previous night─ touches, kisses, promises, apologies─ everything.

A part of me prayed that I'd forget about it and be able to sneak out without him noticing, but seemed like he was expecting that already and gotten up before I was even awake. The only thing that made it clear that he was indeed at home, was the soft sounds coming from the kitchen.

Okay... I know this apartment like the back of my mind, so since the kitchen door wasn't a direct line for the main door, maybe if I'm quiet enough I'd be able to leave without him noticing, right?

Dwelling on it would only make it worse, so I got up, picked up my clothes from the day before, and quickly got dressed again, this time feeling much more exposed than I did last night. I looked around for my phone, but it wasn't anywhere to be seen. Cursing myself, I remembered that I left it in the living room. Great, a detour.

Thankfully I didn't have to worry too much about how my hair looked as the braids did half the work in keeping it presentable. With a sigh, I walked out of the room with my heels in hand and kept quietly praying to the gods above to grant me this one wish. I just needed my phone and then I'm able to leave.

As I reached the main hall, I could see the bathroom door closed and the lights on. Great, this would be even easier. I quickly walked towards the living room looking for my phone, thankfully it was exactly where I remembered leaving it. It took me no time to grab the device and turn toward the door, only to have one of the biggest jump scares of my life.

"HOLY SHIT!" My left hand instinctively went to my chest as my heart rate increased.

Yeah, there goes my prayers. Drew was leaning against the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest. He was wearing a black tank top and a pair of grey sweatpants. His hair was messy and there was still a small air of sleepiness around him. He cleared his throat as he stared at me.

"Yeah, I knew you'd try to do that," he said with a shrug.

"Well, this is exactly what I was trying to avoid," I snap back after I'm calmer.

I could feel my hands getting sweaty and the weight of his gaze upon me was making me feel so uncomfortable. Like there was this white elephant in the room getting bigger by the second.

"Uhm, I kinda have to go-"

"Come on, let's talk over breakfast."

Without giving me a chance to answer he walked back towards the kitchen and I had no choice but to follow him. With a bit of reluctance, I dragged my bare feet after him. The cold tiles on the floor were not even bothering me as they were five minutes ago.

The worst kind of deja vu bathed me as I stood by the counter. The last time I was here was the worst day of my life, so I wasn't feeling great watching him move so effortlessly.

He filled two glasses with black coffee and the toaster with white bread before picking up some jam and cottage cream cheese.

I sat on one of the benches and quietly accepted the plate he handed me once it was all done, he then proceeded to sit by my side and we began to eat in silence, more like me watching him eat as I sipped my coffee.

"So you were just going to sneak out?" He asked casually after a few minutes as he coated his toast with jam.

"What did you expect me to do? I shouldn't even come here in the first place," I bite back and he places his mug down.

"Well, I thought you would at least grant me the chance to talk. We have a lot to talk about."

"No, we don't. We fucked and that's it. It shouldn't have happened and it won't happen again. It can't happen again." I confess, with the instinct of avoiding to meet his eyes.

"What do you mean? We have to talk this through and fix what happened. I know that I fucked up but you just left. As if it all meant nothing to you. We were getting married, for fucks sake." He says, throwing his hands in the air in annoyance.

At that, I stand up and begin walking back toward the living room. I had to leave. This could escalate and both of us leave even more hurt than before.

"I'm not doing this again. I didn't just leave. You pushed me away. You didn't give me a reason to stay. That's what happened."

"I love you! How can you say that?"

"Yeah, you might. But do you like me?" The words leave my mouth before a second to think them over.

He watches me for a second before running a hand over his face. All the traces of sleep were gone from his features now.

"Because I did. And I was so in love with you too," I continue, as my eyes begin to sting. "I was so ready to have the rest of my life by your side. So, how could you do that to me? When did I stop being enough?"

The questions kept flowing out and I couldn't filter my feelings or my words. I just wanted this to end once and for all. My brain couldn't stop reminiscing on last night's events. His touches, his kisses, him.

But being sober now and knowing it all was killing me. How could I be such a fool? After I tried so hard to erase him from my mind...

"No, baby, please listen to me, okay? Just let me talk," he pleaded taking a step closer.

"No, Drew. There is nothing to talk about. I shouldn't have come here and this shouldn't even be happening."

My voice is slightly pitchier than I'd like but I couldn't help it.

"Do you have any idea of how hard it was for me?" I ask looking at his glossy eyes. "I don't get to travel all around the world and the country so I can simply put what happened aside. I had to deal with pitying looks for weeks. I had to walk around the city remembering a life we planned together but wouldn't have anymore. I have to keep on living knowing that that the man I loved didn't choose me when I really fucking needed him to."

At this point, I wasn't trying to keep track of my tears or my words. I just needed that out of my chest so I could be free. I was so tired of carrying these in my heart that even if it hurt, it was freeing.

"So it would be so fucking unfair to me if I just walked back into this," I say as I wipe my face with the back of my hand. "I can't do this to myself again. No matter how much a big part of me still cares about you. I deserve better. I have to choose myself because you clearly didn't."

He didn't say anything at that because there wasn't anything that could be said. Both of us knew that I was right.

Seeing him cry was like picking at an open wound, it made me feel even worse. But, what else could I do? I could feel this eating me up inside and I couldn't look past all the suffering I went through just because he showed up again.

"Loving someone isn't enough to keep a relationship going. You have a lot to do and you didn't, you really didn't. So I'm sorry if I can't just pretend to be okay with everything after a few hours spent together after a few months."

"You think you're the only one suffering in this? I lost you and I had to wake up in our bed every day. I had to be in this apartment knowing that the person who made it a home wasn't going to return. And that no matter what I did or who came by, it was never going to be the same."

His confession made my heart clench but he brought this upon himself. It wasn't me who gave up on it.

"And who's to blame for that?" I say looking into his eyes.

"I know. Don't you think I've blamed myself enough for that?  Because I did, for all the days that you have not been here. This is the first time in seven months when I have felt a sense of normalcy and that's because you're here. Don't you see that?"

Now that the bandaid was ripped once again, the both of us were in tears standing in the middle of the living room. The walls felt like they were getting closer and closer each second that passed.

"Did you know that Frankie came by on the third month? She gave me the TED talk of my life."

That caught your attention, Frankie has never mentioned that. At all.

"She told me that she knew that I wasn't good enough for you from the start, but that she had never expected me to be a shitty partner too. That she had never seen someone disrespect their girlfriend as much as I did without even knowing and that now that I was single the reason for my breakup pushed me aside for someone more interesting. So that not only was I trash for  how I treated you but I was also dumb for not seeing it."

His words come as a shock to you. With shaking hands and deep breaths, you look around the room trying to focus on something that isn't his red face.

"And she's not wrong, you know? And I was also a coward for never coming to you and watching your life on the sidelines."

At this point, I was feeling the huge urge to sob. My hands were sweaty, my tears were not even drying in my face as new ones came down.

"So I'm sorry, okay? I'm so fucking sorry for it. But please, don't say that I didn't care enough about you. Because I did."

His words keep ringing in my ear for a while as I try to place my thoughts correctly. Seven months ago I thought that it would be the last time I would see him and then I'd be able to heal and move on, but now seeing him and hearing everything was bringing a new wave of unaddressed feelings that I have not dealt with yet.

"I can't." A whisper comes out of my lips after a while. "And you have to understand why I can't do this again. I can't ignore everything."

He looks at me with his lips trembling as his tears keep on falling down his face. In the walls of this apartment now the only sound that rang was defeat. This was a lost cause and no matter what happened, both of us would be losing today. 

"I'm sorry, Drew. I really am, but there's nothing that can be done anymore. " I declare as I finally feel like he might let me go. "I hope you find someone who's ready and brave enough to love you through it all, you deserve to be loved and the times that I felt genuinely loved by you were the greatest. That person just won't be me."

Like the first time, months ago, I turned towards the front door and walked out.  Knowing that he would not follow me and that whatever had remained seven months and thirteen days ago, was completely over this time. Even if a huge part of me kept screaming at me to forgive him, I knew I couldn't. Not only it wouldn't be fair to me but I knew what would happen. Of course she wasn't as present in his life anymore, she completely isolated him from any potential significant other he could have. And if we got back together, the cycle would repeat itself and I would never put myself in a situation where I had to fight for someone's attention just to be tossed aside as if I was nothing. 

In this story, there was ever only one winner and it wasn't either Drew or I. 

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[grabattheseballsss]

Needy, rough sex with könig coming riiiiight up, boss! ☝️🤓

CW: {pet play, my shit German (pls be nice) sweet könig to mean könig to nice könig because yes!, eye contact, praising and degrading, about 10 seconds of fluff}

Reader is gender neutral, but they have a coochie meow meow and there’s some pregnancy mentioned bc 🤷🏻

(This is how I imagined koni to look like :3 the beautiful art is by @toxooz , their art is so HNNNGGGGGHHH)

He loves sitting on the couch, watching whatever’s on the tv, or reading a book, finally relaxing after a rough mission that went on for way too long.

He could hear the bell attached to your collar jingle as you crawl your way towards his sitting form, putting your hands around the lower half of his leg, resting your pretty face on his thigh as you look up at him, just begging for attention.

Feeling his huge rough hands move your hair out the way as he cups your flushed cheek “was ist lose, Mein Schätzelein ?” He asked in a quiet tone, his voice is already gone from yelling orders around the base, and he loves how quiet it is in your little cottage.

You didn’t reply, just wrapped your legs around his ankle and buck your hips against his leg, his muscled limbs were so thick and huge compared to you, he loved seeing your smaller frame in between his legs, arms, underneath him, above him, fuck he could stare at you for the rest of his life and he’d never complain.

“Use your words, Häschen” his tone turned stern now, as much as he loved your shy approach whenever you want something from him, he needed to teach his darling how to use their words.

“…need you, kö…” you’d whimper, slowly climbing up his lap, your thighs on either sides of his, your hands moving up his torso to his chest, groping and feeling him up, you’d put your head in the crook of his neck, your warm breath sending shivers up his spine as you whispered near his ear “need you inside me, Meister…”

König was a patient man, he had self control, he’s a colonel after all, if this was his younger self he’d have your legs on his shoulders, ramming his thick cock inside you in an aggressive pace, he’d leave bite marks and bruises all over your pretty body, he’d beg in your ear to let him knock you up, to have his babies, even if you both know you can’t he still wants to mark you inside and out, to turn you into his dumb doll that only thinks of him.

But, he’s already turned you into that, here you are, merry seconds ago you were humping his legs, begging for his touch and now, your bare body humping against his clothed dick, your breathing becoming shaky as your sensitive core was begging for him.

He’d bite his lower lip, restraining himself from taking you, but he knows that’s what you want, you act all innocent and sweet with him, all cute in your collar, your butt plugged with a beautiful short fluffy tail, your hair messy and face flushed as your body twitches and rubs against him for some sort of friction, just to please that itch you’ve not been able to get rid of.

Knowing that your fingers are far too small, your stamina is far too low and your toys are far too underwhelming for you to have a real orgasm, been ruined by this man that sat underneath you, his smirk only frustrating you more as he did nothing to help you, you know he wants the same thing, fuck you can’t feel it with the way his dick twitched towards your warm core, how his hips slightly buck up when your hips move away

But he’s too prideful, he loves seeing how desperate you are, how much of a mess you become just to have him inside you, just to have his hands all over your body, tugging your hair, forcing you to look down where you two meet, how his thick veiny cock enter and exit your hole, taunting you with how your hole holds onto him, how you’re basically begging to be bred by this point.

“Köni… please baby, I can’t take it anymore, please please, I’ve been sooo good all day, I promise, didn’t even touch myself, please please” oh your desperate cried never fail to truly turn this man feral, you yelped as his rough hands hold the bottom of your ass, his other hand landing a slap on it as he got up, with you clinging onto his body like a koala and the sound of the jingles of your bell that rang with each step he took.

Chuckling at your surprised state, how your body immediately held onto him as soon as he got up “come on, meine Häschen, let’s go get your reward for being such a good girl/boy” he kissed your temple as he made his way to your shared bedroom, throwing your body into the huge soft bed, your knees trying to touch each other but failed as he spread them apart, his huge hands trailing up your torso, groping at your chest, squeezing your nipples as his tongue lapped at your exposed cunt, sucking at the tip, his fingers coming upwards, groping at the meat of your thighs before he coated his finger with your slick juices, chuckling at the way you were already dripping.

His fingers slid in swiftly, making him hum “you sure you haven’t touched yourself darling ? Usually you take a few seconds to get my fingers inside you… did you lie to me, dear?” You choked at his words, tears starting to form up, shaking your head

“No! No no I promise, master, I didn’t touch myself!” You cried out as he took his thick middle finger out, slapping your pussy as his other hand gripped your face and forced to look at him

“Did you hump the pillows ?” He asked, your lips shut and you slowly nodded as your eyes drifted away from his, too embarrassed to look him in the eyes

“Filthy slut… but a smart one, you used your words carefully didn’t you ?” He praised ? Degraded you ?? His hands leaving you as he got up from the bed, taking his shirt off, his sweatpants and boxers following suit, you gulped at the sight, you never get used to how attractive he was, how his body looked like it was sculpted by the gods specifically for you.

His dick was standing, proud and eager, your breathing turned heavy as you waited for him to be inside you

“My eyes are up here, slut” he commented as he climbed up the bed, getting on top of you “fucking filthy mutt, rubbing your cunt on anything like a bitch in heat, Hm? Can’t stay away from my dick for more than a day?” His words were condescending, mean, but true, you both knew it was true, you were just a stupid whore who couldn’t help not having him inside you for too long

You nodded with your eyes closed, not caring for the degrading anymore, which earned you a slap on your face, your eyes shot open as you looked up at him “keep your eyes on me, it’s the least you can do after trying to trick me” his eyes were dark, his hands grabbed the back of your thighs, lifting them up by your head swiftly, his dick was lined up with your slick, wet pussy, the friction only making you shake from anticipation

“Now listen to me, and listen carefully, with each thrust I want you to apologise, got it?” You nodded quickly, which, again, earned you a slap “use your words, dumb bitch”

“Yes sir! I understand!” You yelped out, your feet now resting on his shoulders as he rammed his dick inside you, the motion making your bell ring again as you cry out from the pain, you haven’t had him inside you for days and none of your toys were anywhere close to his size, you gasped as you tried to catch your breath

“I-I’m sorry sir” you shakingly blurted out, and so he slowly took his dick three quarters out before ramming it right back in “I’m sorry, sir” you cried out again

And with each thrust you’d apologise, his eyes never leaving yours as he thrusted in and out of your tight hole, as it clenched onto his dick, begging him to stay in there forever, your hair was even more of a mess and the jingles from your bell just rang more and more.

“You thought you were clever, Hm? Acting all shy and innocent, trying to trick your master into giving you a reward you don’t deserve ?” His voice was low, quiet and terrifying, sending shivers down your arching spine as you shook your head and apologised over and over again

“I’m so sorry sir, I couldn’t take it anymore! I wanted to have you so bad! I love your dick do much, I’m nothing but a stupid cocksleeve, master!” What a way you had with words, such a smart, pretty doll, but sadly that tongue of yours got you into this so whatever you say will only dig you a deeper hole

His hand came up again to cup your face, squishing your cheeks together, laughing at you, how stupid and messy you look, how desperate you are, all for him to fuck you

All for him.

His pace quickened as he rested his forehead against yours, sweat drops travel from his face onto yours, your noses right besides each other as you both moaned and whined, your orgasms both getting close, the only sounds in the room were your whines and his groans accompanied by the jingles of your bell, your hands came up around his neck, wanting his body and yours to be glued together, your fingers in his hair as he cried out, his dark and stern tone turned into whined as he was reaching his climax

“Meine liebling, meins, oh mein gott, Ich möchte, daß Du bettelst! You can’t cum until you beg for it”

“Please, please sir, please, cum inside me, I want to have you filling me up, please! I need your cum stuffed inside me, breed me, köni… please I want to make you a daddy, please baby” your words were messy, just begging him, your mind was far too foggy to truly comprehend what you just requested.

His könig’s mind wasn’t, his thrusts turned slow and rough, as his cum spilled out his hips were glued to yours as he was determined to not waste a drop

His duck twitched inside you as the last drops of cum filled you all the way up, as you tried to move his hold on you tightened “don’t… move” you couldn’t say anything but okay, staying there in his arms as yours wrapped around his neck still, playing with his hair as you both were breathing deeply, calming your beating hearts

You let out a sigh then put your cold feet on his back making him jolt up, which made you laugh as he flared down at you “you little shit”

You giggled before he took his dick out “ugh I never get used to this sight” he mumbled with a smile “wait right there darling” he commanded, not like you had the energy to even move a muscle anymore, you moved your hand to take off the collar, getting tired of the sounds.

he returned with a warm towel, cleaning up the mess between your thighs before he scooped you up and took you both to the shower, pressing kisses all over your face, his touch turned soft and gentle, holding you like you were the most precious thing in the world

And you were. <3

[the-froschamethyst4]

A Warriors Mate

𖤐Pairing: Orc! Price x Human! F! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: Fluff, language, extreme size difference, age gap (30-140), nudity, pregnancy, a painful pregnancy, married couple, children,

𖤐Summary: Y/n was the wife/mate for the mighty warrior of the Orc clan, Price. They start a family, he wants to see her belly swollen and carry his child.

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The sound of sloshing water was filled in the bathroom from the large tub. Price the might warrior who worked alongside the King, he was relaxing into the hot bath, naked, and his head back hitting the tile behind his head, his arms resting on the side of the tub, right leg up poking out of the water, he had a bit of a hard day today at the castle.

He just wanted to relax in the tub and with his pregnant wife who wasn't home right now, when Price got home, Y/n wasn't, she was out at the farmers market and he wishes she waited for him, but she's a bit stubborn since she's been pregnant, but Price can't complain, he got her pregnant and they both wanted to start a family together.

Price then heard the cottage door open and closed, his right eye open and he sees from the doorway, Y/n coming into their shared bedroom, she pulls her flats off and came into the bathroom where Price was.

"How was the market?" Price asked, eyes fully opened while looking at his wife.

"A bit busy for sundown," she says, she starts stripping from her dress, she puts her hair up into a messy bun and steps into the hot bath with Price.

Moving to sit on his lap. She leans back into his touch, Y/n was only 3 months pregnant, her stomach just now showing, and while at the market some people didn't want to talk about her belly just in case they were wrong, and the people who did know Y/n touched her belly and told her she's doing such a good job.

Price rubs her just showing belly and kissed her temple.

"So, I was thinking about names today." Price says.

"Really?"

"Yeah. If we wanted to do a traditional orc name Hanz for a boy, and for a girl maybe Lash." Y/n did want to have a traditional orc name, but the more she thought about it.

"Why not human names?" She asked.

"I...couldn't come up with any...I don't know many human names besides your own," he confesses.

"Oh. Well...I was thinking, Beau for a boy and Iris for a girl," she says.

"I like those, Beau or Iris...I love those...what the hell was i thinking?" Price asked himself sounding extremely confused, but Y/n cups his chin making him look at her.

"It's okay, Price, even if you didn't like them, we would have came up with something, we always do," she smiles at him and kisses her lips.

After their shared bath, Price helped his wife out of the bath, wrapping her in a towel and then himself. Y/n then walks out of the bathroom and goes and grabs some more comfortable clothes mainly a nightgown that covered her body, and Price grabbed some pants.

Y/n then goes downstairs to sit on the couch, Price followed behind her and sat next to her.

"How's the baby been doing by the way, I forgot to ask," he says.

"They're doing okay, I guess."

"You guess?"

"I've hit a point where...I keep having to use the bathroom almost every 5 minutes," she says, looking up at him.

"Do you...feel that way now?"

"No, I feel fine, now," she says, rubbing her belly and looking up at Price.

When starting this, Price was extremely worried about Y/n, this is their first child together and Price was worried about how will Y/n feel carrying their unborn child. What is the baby was an orc instead of a human? How would she feel? And how will her body handle it as well?

Y/n for the most part has seem fine and Price was honestly praying for a human baby, but even if it was an orc, he'd still love them the same way.

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It's been a while now and Y/n was 9 months pregnant and due soon, Price had taken a few days off from the castle to be there for whenever Y/n goes into labor, and he could notify a doctor for her.

It was harder for her to get out of bed now, Price would carry her from time to time.

She needed the bathroom, Price would carry her. Wanted breakfast, Price would either bring it or take you to the kitchen. What to just sit outside under the sun, Price would carry you out there.

"Price," Y/n calls from the bedroom, groaning while trying to sit up.

"Hey, my love-easy, easy. What's wrong?" He asks.

"I need the bathroom, please," Price picked her up and takes her to the bathroom, being careful with her while placing her down and standing in the doorway just in case, but with his back turned to her so she could go in peace.

"Price did you ever find a doctor?" She asked.

"I did, do you want me to call him?"

"Yes...just in case...I feel like...it...could happen any minute," she says.

"Okay...are you done?"

"Yes," Price turns and takes Y/n, placing her back on the bed, he leaves to go fetch the doctor.

Coming back with a doctor, he wanted to say Y/n needs to stop whining, but Price wasn't having it, a human doctor didn't understand Y/n's pain, so he went to the next best thing, an orc doctor.

This orc doctor was the most known for orcs and she could understand what Y/n was going through. She came into the bedroom where Y/n was asleep, Price gently woke her up, she rolls over and hugs him as the orc looms over Y/n feeling her stomach.

"You may just be due either...tonight or early tomorrow morning," she says. "But from how you're going...maybe tonight," she says. "I will stay around with the both of you." She says.

"Thank you, doctor." Y/n says to her.

Y/n was asleep next to Price, holding his waist as he moved her hair from her face, he didn't leave her side since the doctor checked on her. The orc was in the room with the couple, making sure Y/n was okay.

The orc got off the chair she sat in and moved to the couple, she looms over Y/n checking her stomach and then her breathing. Y/n was breathing like she was running a marathon and every once and a while Y/n would look like she was in pain.

"Price," she cups his chin and Price leaned down to kiss Y/n.

"What's wrong, my love?" He asks.

"It hurts," she says with tears in her eyes and it made Price worry about Y/n.

"She is due soon," the orc says, coming out form under the covers to check on Y/n.

"Soon?" Price questioned.

"7 centimeters," she says. "Y/n, mama, your baby will be here soon," she says.

"I want it out now!" She groans, putting her head back once a contraction comes.

"I know, I know, but all we can do is wait," she tells her. Price looks down at Y/n wiping tears from her eyes and holding her close as the contraction goes away.

"It's okay, it's okay," Price repeats. Y/n squeezes her eye shut tightly gripping Price's arms, and her nails digging into his skin. "My love?"

"I...I just want to start p-pushing."

"Ma'am?" Price looks at the doctor.

"Just a little bit more okay?"

"No, no, no, now, please, start now," Y/n begs.

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Y/n's head was thrown back, her hands on her stomach, her legs up as the doctor made sure the covers was pushed up to Y/n's stomach, Price on her right holding her hand but also looking over to see what was happening.

"Price!" Y/n kind of hated it when Price would look over to see how everything was going, she didn't want Price to look at her differently if he saw something he might not like.

"Sorry, my love, I...I'm just curious."

"Well, stop being curious, it's embarrassing!" She groans out.

"I'm sorry, my love," his other hand coming to caress her hair.

"Almost there, Y/n. One more push," the orc says, Y/n groans and gives a big push. The room was filled with a loud cry. "It's a girl," the orc lifts her arms showing off a human baby girl.

"She's human."

"Is that what you wanted?" She asks both parents.

Y/n's eyes held tears and Price's eyes also held tears as they were handed their baby girl. She was so small, tiny in Price's arms, he gently gives the baby to Y/n, who did skin to skin with her newborn.

"Iris." Price says.

"Baby Iris," Y/n says, looking up at him.

"What a lovely name," the orc says.

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Price and the doctor left the cottage to talk and to let Y/n and the baby rest.

"Congratulations," she says.

"Well, thanks."

Price waved the doctor off and headed back inside, he looms over his newborn babies crib, she looked so peaceful, he then looks at Y/n who was sound asleep, she needed it badly.

Iris stirs in her sleep, Price looms back over to watch her, her eyes flutter open but closed again, her tiny fist going up into the air and her feet kicking. The sound of soft cries started and Price gently picks her up out of her crib.

Her whole body resting on his forearm, her fists still balled up and her feet slightly kicking, Price sat on his side of his bed, back against the headboard of the bed, he gently shushes her and kissed her temple.

"Mama needs her rest, she was in a lot of pain, but you were...worth everything." He says.

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It's been close to a week now. Iris was resting against Y/n's chest getting breastmilk from Y/n. Price was on the floor in front of Y/n and Iris watching his baby and wife bond together.

Price's chin rests on Y/n's knee as Y/n moved Iris over her shoulder and starts burping her little girl. Price just stares at them like he's never seen something like this before, and he hasn't.

"Price...do you want to hold her?" Y/n asked.

"A-Are you okay with that?"

"Yes...she's your baby as well," she tells him. She moves Iris around and gently places her in Price's hands. He was gentle and soft with her, he feels like if he moves he'll break her.

"I-I don't know what to do," he says.

"It's okay, come, switch places with me," she pats the couch as she got up, she needed some water. Price sits down where Y/n would have been, moving Iris to his forearm his free hand resting on her tummy.

"Hmmm~" Iris hums, her eyes open and look up at her father. She giggle.

"She's laughing," Price says, Y/n speed walks over and looks over Price's arm and sees her daughter's gummy toothless smile and a soft crack of laughter coming from her.

"Awww~ my baby." Y/n says.

"Do I look funny?" Price says.

"No, not to her..." Y/n says. Price just smiles and leans forward kissing Iris's forehead and turning his head to kiss Y/n's temple.

"Do you think she knows, I'm her daddy?" He asked.

"Yeah, if not...she'd be screaming her poor head off," Y/n said.

"Do you know who I am?" Price asked, looking down at his week old daughter. "I'm daddy..."

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"DADDY!!" Iris came running into the cottage holding something in her hands.

"What is it, baby?" Price asked, while coming into the main room.

"I found a frog," she shows Price. He smiles.

"You know, mama, hates frogs." He says.

"Can we prank her?"

"Yeah, come on," Price put his hand out as Iris took it heading to his shared bedroom, Y/n was out right now, leaving Iris and Price together. Iris then placed the frog in the Y/n's sink, she shuts the door and her and Price are in a giddy laughing fit.

"I'm home!" Y/n calls into the house.

"We're coming," Price calls, picking up his daughter and heading towards Y/n.

She smiles at her daughter and husband. Iris goes to Y/n's arms and Y/n's starts peppering kisses on Iris's face.

"How was the day with daddy?" Y/n asked her daughter.

"Good," she giggles.

"What's that about?"

"What?" Price questions.

"Why are you both so giddy?"

"Giddy? Nah, baby, we're not giddy, well...we are, you're home finally," Price says.

"Okay?" She questions. "Well, I'm going to wash up and start dinner, okay?"

"Alright," Price says, taking Iris back, they both keep laughing and tell each other to shush to not ruin anything else.

Y/n just wonders what the hell are them two up to? She removes her shirt and skirt, heading to the bathroom, she shut the door behind her and turns the bath on, making sure the water was hot. She walks to the sink to check her face. As she picks at her face, she looks down when seeing a dark green blob in her sink.

"AHHHHH! PRICE! IRIS!!" Y/n grabs a towel and runs downstairs, her husband and daughter laughing their hearts out. "THAT'S NOT FUNNY!" Y/n yells at them two, but they just keep laughing.

"Aww come on, baby, it was just a joke," Price says.

"Get that frog out of my sink," she says, pointing upstairs. Price passes off Iris to Y/n and heads upstairs to remove the frog. Price was still laughing. "YOU'RE SLEEPING OUTSIDE, LIKE A DOG!" Y/n shouts.

"NO, I'M NOT!" Price shouts back.

"Were you up to this?" Y/n asks, looking down at her daughter.

"Yeah...and a bit of his," she says. Price tosses the frog outside and walks to his wife and daughter picking them both up with ease, kissing Y/n's hand and his daughter's temple.

"I love you both," he says.

"Yeah, yeah, I love you too," Y/n says, hugging his neck and kissed his cheek.

"Gross," Iris says, fake gagging at her parents.

[soulfullives]

“Evening,” Sirius called out, when Harry entered the kitchen, particularly quiet as he walked down the corridor. It was late, past midnight, definitely, yet it was one of those nights (which had turned into most of them) in which he couldn’t sleep. “Careful not to wake my sweet mother up?”

Harry laughed a “yes”, before sitting down. “She’s quite charming.”

“She is, isn’t she?” Sirius asked, running a hand through his hair, already flecked with grey. “Always was, my mother. Thought Molly sent you off to bed already.”

“I wanted to talk to you,” Harry said, sincerely. “You seemed down.”

“I don’t like being here,” He rasped out, looking away from his godson. “But I reckon you know how that feels, considering how eager you were when I told you to move in with me once my name would be cleared.”

Harry chuckled. “Yeah. Dudley’s not the nicest cousin I could have.”

“The offer’s still on the table, though, you know.”

He smiled, so alike to James. “I know.”

“Is there something in your mind?” Sirius asked, pushing his chair back with a harsh scrape and propping his legs up on the table. “You seem off yourself. Nervous about going back to Hogwarts?”

Harry a hand through his messy hair. “I’ve been told by many that people think I’ve gone off the rails.”

Sirius scoffed. “You shouldn’t care about what other people think of you. You know you’re telling the truth about Voldemort, and that should be enough.”

“Yeah, well, but considering the Ministry’s saying he’s not back and everyone listens to what Fudge says, it’s kind of hard to not be the poster for gone mad.” Harry let out a small laugh. “Which would be easier to deal with if fewer people believed him, but I reckon I don’t have credibility considering I’m a fifteen-year-old who’s been deemed bonkers and unstable.”

Sirius leaned on the two back legs of his chair. “The Ministry’s spreading the same propaganda during the first war, too. Nothing’s happening, we’ve got everything under control, obviously, how could we not, and Voldemort’s little servants’ attacks are actually just tragic accidents of an unknown nature — that’s a heaping pile of shit, obviously.” (Harry snorted.)

He picked at his nails. “They’re still the main voice, though.”

“I know,” Sirius replied, “but soon enough when they’re not gonna be able to cover up the attacks anymore, they’ll figure everything out.” Sirius took a swig out of the wine glass. “Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, is there anything else that’s on your mind, besides Fudge being an idiot and, I assume, the exams?”

Harry looked away from him. “There’s this girl…”

“Merlin’s beard,” Sirius murmured, chuckling into the hand he had run over his face, “you’re just like James. Tell me, is she perhaps a redhead with a fiery temper and a knack for picking the worst mates out of the bunch?”

Harry laughed, then completely stilled and, when he was sure the portrait of Walburga Black hadn’t started shouting again, he leaned forward arms on the table. “No. She’s on the Quidditch Team.” He then bit his cheek, obviously looking for his words. “Did they love each other?”

Sirius’ gaze softened as he poured himself another glass of wine. He looked at the boy sitting on the chair at the old, wooden table in his childhood kitchen — all James looks-wise, besides his eyes, Lily’s. Yet his temper was just like Lily’s, as seemed to be a big part of his personality; Remus told him so, the few weeks he’d stayed at his shabby cottage in Glasgow and had the time to find themselves all over again.

“Yes. Very much. Well,” Sirius tsked, “James was gone, that’s for sure. For years before something actually happened between them. But Lily obviously loved him, too. I remember their wedding — I was the best man, you know? — your father got quite, ah, tipsy, and by the end of the evening, he’d declared his undying love to your mother probably over twenty times. It was a beautiful night. Happened in the August after we graduated. They’d been planning it for months before; it wasn’t a big thing, but it was probably the best night of my life. I’ll have to ask Remus if he still has the pictures.”

“Why would he have them?” Harry asked, curiously.

“We used to live together,” Sirius answered. “Lily and James moved out, and then it was the two of us. Peter lived with his mum after they moved to Godric’s Hollow — that’s where they lived, where you were born — so Remus and I kept the apartment for ourselves. Reckon he still has the pictures, even though he moved out, since I don’t have them.”

“You two lived together!?” He demanded, incredulously.

“Oh, yes,” Sirius chuckled, sitting back down and downing a good part of the wine he’d poured himself. “We moved in together, like I told you. I knew him pretty intimately, so to say.”

Harry nodded, then rubbed his eyes and yawned tiredly.

“It’s getting late, now. Head off to bed before Molly catches you and tells me off for being such an irresponsible godfather,” He said, acutely aware of how irritated his voice sounded.

Harry smiled. “Night, Sirius.”

“Good night, Harry.”

[ganggangscenarios]

Bound by desire( Part 2/2)

Part 1

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: Romance, comedy, dark, angst

Warnings: Dark Magic, mentions of sex

The days felt heavier without Jimin.

You tried to convince yourself you didn’t care—that his disappearance didn’t matter. But every time you glanced at the empty corner of your apartment where he used to linger, or when you passed a mirror and half-expected to see his teasing smirk over your shoulder, the ache in your chest deepened.

Had he given up on you?

The thought stung more than it should have. After all, he was a demon, wasn’t he? A creature of desire, not devotion. Maybe you’d been foolish to think there was something deeper beneath the surface.

Still, his absence left an undeniable void.

By the third day, Maddie noticed the shift in you.

“You okay?” she asked as you absently stirred your coffee, barely touching it.

“Yeah,” you lied, offering a faint smile.

She didn’t buy it but didn’t push. Instead, she patted your hand and said, “Whatever it is, it’ll work out. You just have to trust.”

You didn’t have much faith in trust right now, but her words stuck with you.

Far from the city, Jimin stood at the edge of a dirt path leading to a small cottage nestled in a field of wildflowers. The countryside was quiet, the kind of stillness he’d never known in his existence.

He hesitated before knocking on the door, half-hoping no one would answer. But after a moment, it swung open, revealing a man with dark hair and sharp eyes, his expression softening the moment he recognized Jimin.

“Well, if it isn’t my old partner in crime,” Yoongi said, leaning casually against the doorframe. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Jimin smirked faintly, though his heart wasn’t in it. “Can I come in?”

Yoongi nodded, stepping aside. “Sure, but fair warning—if you tracked any demonic nonsense into my house, my wife will kill you.”

Jimin chuckled despite himself, stepping into the cozy interior. The air smelled faintly of lavender and something freshly baked. A life Jimin had never imagined for someone like Yoongi.

They settled into the living room, Yoongi pouring tea as Jimin sank into an armchair.

“So,” Yoongi began, passing him a mug, “what brings you here? It’s been… what? Two centuries since I left?”

Jimin nodded, staring into his tea. “Yeah. And you’re still here. Still mortal.”

Yoongi raised an eyebrow. “Wasn’t exactly planning to go back. Why?”

Jimin hesitated, his fingers tightening around the mug. “How did you do it? Become mortal.”

Yoongi’s gaze sharpened. “Why are you asking?”

“There’s someone,” Jimin admitted, his voice quieter than usual. “And I—” He paused, struggling to find the words. “I don’t want to be what I am anymore. Not if it means I can’t… really be with her.”

For a long moment, Yoongi didn’t say anything, just studied Jimin with an expression that was equal parts amused and sympathetic.

“Well,” Yoongi said, leaning back in his chair, “it’s not something you can cheat your way into. No rituals, no bargains, no shortcuts.”

“Then how?”

“Love,” Yoongi said simply. “Real love.”

Jimin frowned. “That’s it? That’s all it takes?”

Yoongi chuckled, shaking his head. “You make it sound easy. It’s not. She has to love you just as much as you love her. And it can’t just be words or promises—it has to be real. And when it is… well, if you’re truly ready to give up your powers, your immortality, everything… then, yeah. It works.”

Jimin stared at him, a mix of hope and doubt flickering in his eyes. “And… sex?”

Yoongi shrugged. “It seals the deal. But it’s not about the act itself. It’s about the trust, the vulnerability, the connection. If it’s true love, then yeah, it’ll make you mortal.”

Jimin leaned back, exhaling slowly. It sounded so simple, but he knew better. Love was messy, unpredictable. And the thought of you not feeling the same way—that maybe what you felt was just his aura, not him—was almost unbearable.

“Why are you hesitating?” Yoongi asked, watching him closely.

“Because I don’t know if it’s real,” Jimin admitted. “What if she doesn’t feel the same? What if it’s just… my powers making her want me?”

Yoongi smiled faintly. “You’ll know. Trust me, you’ll know.”

As Jimin made his way back to the city, the fields and trees blurring past him, he thought of you—your smile, your laugh, the way your presence softened the edges of his world.

If Yoongi was right, he needed to let you choose. To let you see him—not the incubus, not the demon, but just Jimin.

And for the first time in his long, immortal life, he felt fear. Fear of hope. Fear of love. Fear of losing you.

The sound of a soft whoosh broke the silence in your living room, followed by a familiar figure materializing out of thin air. You jumped, nearly toppling off the couch as tissues scattered around you like fallen petals.

Jimin stood there, his usual confident smirk absent for once. Instead, his expression was careful, his smoky eyes scanning your face.

“You’re back,” you said, your voice sharp but edged with something fragile.

“I—yeah,” he replied, his words uncharacteristically slow.

For a long moment, neither of you moved. His gaze flicked to the mess of tissues around you, his jaw tightening slightly. Something in his chest twisted. Had he done this to you?

“Where the hell have you been?” you demanded, breaking the silence. Your voice wavered, betraying the hurt you’d tried to bury. “You just… disappeared. No explanation, no nothing. I thought—”

You stopped yourself, swallowing hard.

Jimin shifted on his feet, his usual grace faltering. He was quiet for a moment before finally saying, “I had… something I needed to figure out.”

“Figure out what?” you shot back, standing now, the anger bubbling to the surface. “Whether you should even bother coming back? Whether I’m worth it?”

His heart sank at your words, at the raw vulnerability in your tone. The truth was far more complicated than that, but he didn’t know how to explain it—not without confessing everything.

“You could’ve said something,” you continued, pacing now. “Instead of leaving me here wondering if you’d just given up. If your mission wasn’t worth it because I haven’t—”

You paused, turning to him, your cheeks flushing. “Because we haven’t… done anything yet.”

The weight of your words hung in the air, and Jimin felt his chest tighten.

“I didn’t leave because of that,” he said, his voice soft but firm. He took a cautious step closer, his hands at his sides. “And I haven’t given up.”

“Then why?” you demanded, your voice rising. “Why disappear? Why not just tell me what’s going on?”

Jimin hesitated, his throat tightening. How could he explain that he was terrified? That every second he spent with you made him question his purpose, his very existence? That he’d left not to run away but to figure out how to give you the choice you deserved?

“Because I didn’t want to hurt you,” he said finally, his voice barely above a whisper. “And I was afraid I already had.”

You blinked at him, your anger faltering for a moment. “Hurt me?”

Jimin took another step closer, his eyes meeting yours. “I didn’t want you to feel like… like you didn’t have a choice. Like I was using you.”

You stared at him, your mind racing. The Jimin you knew was cocky, charming, and always quick with a flirtatious quip. But this Jimin—this quiet, uncertain version of him—felt different.

“Why would you think that?” you asked, your voice softer now.

“Because of what I am,” he admitted, his eyes dropping to the floor. “It’s what I’m made to do. To pull people in, to make them want me. But with you… I don’t want it to be like that. I don’t want it to feel like it’s not real.”

Your breath hitched, the sincerity in his voice cutting through your confusion and anger. “Jimin…”

He looked up at you then, and for the first time, you saw something vulnerable in his gaze—something human.

“I just needed time,” he continued. “To figure out what I really want. And to make sure you have a choice. Because if this isn’t real—if you don’t really want me—I’d rather leave than take that from you.”

You felt your heart twist at his words, your frustration melting into something warmer, more complicated. You took a step closer, closing the distance between you.

“And did you figure it out?” you asked quietly.

He nodded, his gaze steady now. “Yeah. I did.”

“And?”

For a moment, the room was silent, the tension between you thick but charged with something unspoken. Then you reached out, your fingers brushing his.

The air in your living room shifted abruptly, plunging into an unnatural chill. Before you could react, a thick cloud of black smoke coiled into existence, filling the space with a suffocating weight. The sharp tang of sulfur hit your nose as a figure materialized within the fog.

The man who emerged was tall and imposing, his crimson eyes glowing faintly in the dim light. His sharp suit seemed almost too modern for the otherworldly aura that radiated from him, and the way he sneered made the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end.

“Ah, Jimin,” the figure drawled, his voice smooth but laced with venom. “Still playing house with mortals, are we?”

Jimin stiffened, his body instinctively shifting to stand between you and the intruder. His relaxed charm was gone, replaced by a rigid tension you’d never seen before.

“Seongmin,” Jimin said tightly, his voice devoid of his usual playfulness.

Seongmin’s eyes flicked to you, a slow, deliberate grin spreading across his face. “Is this the reason for your… delay?” He gestured toward you with a mocking flourish. “I have to admit, she’s not what I expected. But then again, you always did like to stray from the script.”

You bristled at his tone, but before you could speak, Jimin stepped forward. “Leave her out of this.”

“Leave her out of this?” Seongmin repeated with a laugh, the sound cold and biting. “Jimin, she’s the whole reason you’re here. Or are you so distracted by playing mortal that you’ve forgotten your purpose?”

“I haven’t forgotten,” Jimin snapped, his voice low but laced with anger.

“Really? Because it seems to me like you’re stalling,” Seongmin said, his grin turning predatory. He took a step closer, his gaze narrowing. “You’ve been on Earth for weeks now. Weeks! And yet here you are, still in her living room, still… waiting.”

Jimin’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t respond.

“Ah,” Seongmin said, his eyes gleaming with mock realization. “So it’s true. You went to see him, didn’t you?”

Your confusion must have shown on your face because Seongmin turned to you with a sly smirk. “Oh, didn’t he tell you? Your precious Jimin paid a little visit to an old flame—a traitor, really. Yoongi, was it?”

You blinked, glancing at Jimin, whose face was set in a stony mask.

“You think you can pull off what Yoongi did?” Seongmin continued, his voice dripping with scorn. “You think you can abandon your nature, your duty, all for… what? Love?” He spat the word as if it were poison.

Jimin’s fists clenched at his sides. “Yoongi found a way. And if he can do it, so can I.”

Seongmin laughed again, the sound echoing unnaturally through the room. “You really think this little… infatuation is strong enough to break centuries of demonic bonds? That she’ll even choose you, knowing what you are?”

Jimin’s silence spoke volumes, and Seongmin’s grin widened.

“You’re a fool,” Seongmin sneered. “And worse, you’re wasting our time. Do you think the higher powers are going to sit around while you moon over some mortal? You have an ultimatum, Jimin. Fulfil your mission, or face the consequences.”

He stepped closer, his presence looming as the air grew heavier. “You have three days,” he said, his tone deadly serious. “Three days to finish what you started. If you fail, I’ll drag you back to the depths myself. And trust me, you won’t like what’s waiting for you.”

With that, Seongmin turned on his heel, the smoke swirling around him once more. But before he vanished completely, he glanced back at Jimin, his expression cold.

“Love,” he muttered, almost to himself. “What a pathetic excuse for failure.”

And then he was gone, the oppressive air lifting with his departure.

The silence that followed was deafening. You turned to Jimin, your heart pounding. “What… was that?”

But Jimin didn’t answer. He just stood there, his head bowed, his shoulders tense. For the first time, you saw something in him you never thought you would: fear.

The silence between you and Jimin was thick, his shoulders still tense from Seongmin’s visit. You stood there, searching his face for answers as your emotions warred within you—relief that he was here, fear of what had just happened, and something deeper, something vulnerable and raw.

Finally, you broke the silence. “Jimin… do you love me?”

He froze, his eyes snapping up to meet yours. For a moment, he said nothing, his lips parting slightly as if the words were caught in his throat. The weight of your question pressed down on both of you.

“I…” he began, his voice barely above a whisper. His hesitation made your chest tighten, but then he took a step closer, his smoky gaze steady. “Yes. I do.”

Your breath hitched, the room spinning slightly as the weight of his confession settled over you.

“But,” you started, your voice trembling, “how do I know it’s real? How do I know it’s not just… you?”

His brows furrowed in confusion. “What do you mean?”

You took a shaky step back, wrapping your arms around yourself. “Your powers,” you clarified, your voice growing firmer. “You’re an incubus. You said it yourself—you make people want you. How do I know that what I’m feeling is real? How do I know I love you and not just… whatever it is you do?”

Jimin’s expression softened, and he took another step forward, his presence warm and grounding. “My powers,” he said carefully, “don’t create love. They never could. Lust? Yes. Desire? Absolutely. But love?” He shook his head. “That’s not something I can control. Everything you’re feeling, everything you’ve felt… that’s all you.”

Your lips parted, his words washing over you like a tide. “So… everything I’ve felt—how much I care about you, how much I want you to be happy—that’s real?”

“It’s real,” he said softly, his eyes searching yours. “I promise.”

For a moment, the tension dissolved, replaced by a lightness you hadn’t realized you’d been craving. A small, elated smile broke across your face, and you reached for him, your fingers brushing against his. “Then I love you,” you whispered. “I really love you.”

Jimin’s breath hitched, his smoky eyes glimmering with emotion. He reached up to cup your face gently, his touch warm and steady. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to hear that.”

“But,” you said quickly, your tone shifting, “Seongmin, the ultimatum—how do we keep you safe? How do I keep you with me?”

Jimin’s gaze flickered with something you couldn’t quite place—hope, maybe, or fear. “There’s one way,” he admitted, his voice low.

“Tell me,” you urged, gripping his hand tightly. “Whatever it is, I’ll do it.”

He hesitated for a moment, as if weighing the enormity of his next words. “If I become mortal,” he said finally, his voice steady, “they won’t have power over me anymore. I’ll be free. And I’ll be able to love you the way you deserve.”

Your heart raced. “How?”

His eyes locked onto yours, his expression serious. “It’s love,” he said simply. “True love. If you truly love me and we…” He hesitated, his cheeks coloring faintly in a way that made him seem more human than ever. “If we’re together—physically—it will bind me to this world. It’ll make me mortal.”

Your lips parted in surprise, your mind racing. “You mean… if we…”

Jimin nodded, his grip on your hand tightening. “But only if you’re sure,” he said firmly. “I don’t want you to feel pressured. This has to be your choice—completely, without any doubts.”

You took a deep breath, your emotions swirling. Love, fear, excitement, and determination all clashed within you. But when you looked at Jimin, when you saw the sincerity in his eyes, the answer became clear.

“I’m sure,” you said, your voice steady. “I want to do this. I want to be with you. And if it means keeping you here, safe and free, then I’ll do whatever it takes.”

For the first time since he’d arrived, Jimin smiled—a real, genuine smile that lit up his entire face. He pulled you into his arms, holding you close, and for a moment, everything else fell away.

“Thank you,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “I don’t deserve you.”

“You deserve everything,” you murmured, holding him just as tightly.

You leaned up, your heart hammering as you closed the distance between you and Jimin. For a moment, he looked at you as if he couldn’t believe what was happening, his smoky purple-grey eyes wide and vulnerable. Then, you kissed him.

It started soft, tentative, as if testing the waters of something unspoken but deeply felt. His lips were warm, and he tasted faintly of something dark and sweet, like honeyed wine. Jimin froze for just a second before his hands slid up to cup your face, pulling you closer. The kiss deepened, his mouth moving against yours with an urgency that made your knees weak.

His thumb brushed over your cheek, his touch impossibly gentle, as though you were something precious and breakable. He kissed you like you were the only thing that mattered, as if time itself had slowed to a halt.

When you finally pulled back, your breath mingling in the inches of space between you, Jimin’s eyes were searching, desperate, as though he was trying to memorize every detail of this moment.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” he murmured, his voice low and rough, sending a shiver down your spine.

You smiled, your fingers brushing against the nape of his neck. “You don’t have to wait anymore.”

Jimin let out a soft, almost disbelieving laugh, his forehead resting against yours. “You have no idea what you do to me,” he whispered, his voice laced with both awe and yearning.

“I think I’m starting to,” you replied with a soft smile, your heart swelling with emotion.

For the first time in what felt like forever, Jimin wasn’t the confident, flirtatious demon you’d met weeks ago. He was something more—someone who felt, who longed, who loved. And in that moment, you knew he wasn’t the only one who had changed. You had, too.

“I love you,” you whispered, and his breath hitched, his eyes glimmering with something raw and unguarded.

“I love you, too,” he replied, his voice breaking slightly as he pulled you back into his arms, holding you as though he never wanted to let go.

You lean forward to kiss him passionately, he sits up to meet your lips, his back resting on the headboard. He slips his fingers under your shorts and rubs your slit, coaxing moans from you. You grind into his hand and detach from his lips to kiss his neck. Feeling his fingers becoming wet with your arousal, he slowly dips a finger into you and you gently bite his neck. He grabs the back of your neck with his other hand and makes you look him in the eye.

“Does it feel good like this? Or can you be a good girl and take one more?” His hand travels into your hair, pulling at a few strands.

You had never seen him like this before, he was always so…nice.

You stare at him with your mouth open.

“Is my princess too slow to understand the question?” He pistons his finger faster into you.

You shake your head.

“I-I can but I want you to fuck me. I want you to be mine. I want to be yours forever .” You whine, sweat forming around your hairline.

Jimin tuts.

“Tsk tsk. “ he adds another finger into your sopping hole.

He curls his fingers up, making you fold in on yourself. Your head falls into his neck, breath hitting his skin.

You pull away from him, gaining the sudden confidence to take control. Pushing back onto the bed, you straddle him. Fingers eagerly reaching for his belt. But the nerves make your hands shake, he takes your hands in his.

The room was quiet except for the sound of your breathing, heavy and uneven as Jimin hovered over you. His smoky eyes, those deep shades of purple and grey, held an intensity you’d never seen before. This wasn’t the usual teasing glint he carried, the smirk that promised trouble. This was… raw. Vulnerable.

“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice a soft rasp, almost unsure.

You nodded, your hand reaching up to brush against his jawline. “I’m sure. But…”

His brow furrowed as he caught the hesitation in your tone. “But?”

You took a deep breath, trying to calm the fluttering in your chest. “I just— I don’t want this to feel like… your job.”

Jimin froze, his gaze flickering with something you couldn’t quite place. Then, to your surprise, he laughed softly, the sound low and warm. “Trust me,” he murmured, leaning closer until his lips brushed against your temple, “this doesn’t feel anything like my job.”

You searched his face for any hint of deception, but all you found was a strange sort of tenderness. The usual cocky incubus facade was stripped away, leaving only Jimin, bare and genuine.

His fingers trailed lightly over your collarbone, and you shivered under his touch. “You’re nervous,” he noted, his voice soothing.

“A little,” you admitted.

“I can feel it,” he said with a small smirk, though there was no malice in it. “But I can also feel something else.” His hand found yours, fingers intertwining. “I want this to be perfect for you. For us.”

It struck you, then, just how far removed this moment was from his demonic nature. There was no overwhelming aura, no compulsion pulling you toward him. Just a connection—a human one, real and tangible.

When his lips found yours, the kiss was slow, unhurried. It wasn’t the fiery, lust-fueled encounter you might have expected from an incubus. It was soft, exploratory, as if he was savoring every second.

His hands wandered, but never too far, always checking for your permission. You responded in kind, your own touches tentative at first but growing bolder with each passing moment.

“Jimin,” you whispered, his name barely audible against his lips.

He pulled back slightly, his eyes searching yours. “What is it?”

“Why are you holding back?”

His smile faltered, replaced by a flicker of guilt. “Because I don’t want to ruin this,” he admitted, his voice quieter than before. “I’ve done this a thousand times before, but never like this. Never because I wanted to, not like this.”

You reached up, cradling his face in your hands. “I want you, Jimin. Not the incubus. Just… you.”

He exhaled, his body visibly relaxing at your words. And then he kissed you again, deeper this time, pouring everything he couldn’t say into that one moment.

Your fingers hesitated as they reached for his belt, trembling slightly as you fumbled with the buckle. Jimin tilted his head i, an amused

smile playing on his lips as he watched your concentration.

"Need a hand?" he teased, his voice a low purr that sent shivers down your spine.

"I've got it," you muttered, though the stubborn belt seemed determined to prove you wrong.

Jimin chuckled softly, leaning in so his smoky breath brushed against your ear. "I could make this a lot easier, you know. Just say the word."

You paused, glancing up at him with narrowed eyes. "What do you mean?"

His grin widened, that mischievous glint sparking in his gaze. "Permission to use my powers?"

Before you could answer, his hand hovered near yours, his fingers grazing your skin. The room suddenly shifted-an almost imperceptible flicker of energy-and in the blink of an eye, the air grew warmer, your clothes pooling around you on the bed.

Your gasp was immediate, eyes darting down to find both of you completely undressed, the sheer intimacy of the moment making your cheeks burn. "Jimin!"

He leaned back slightly, his smirk widening as he shamelessly drank in the sight of you.

"What? You said I could."

"I didn't say anything!" you shot back, though the laugh bubbling up from your chest betrayed your indignation.

"Well," he murmured, leaning closer, his lips grazing your temple, "your silence said everything."

You shook your head, unable to suppress your smile as you pulled him down to you, your laughter dissolving into a kiss. His lips were soft but demanding, carrying the kind of heat that left you dizzy, and you found yourself melting into him completely.

"Show-off," you mumbled against his mouth, your words swallowed by his next kiss.

"Only for you," he whispered, his voice so low it was almost a hum, before letting the rest of the world fade away.

Your hand drifted downward, fingertips brushing over the growing heat between his thighs. You found him already half-hard, your touch drawing a sharp inhale from him. With deliberate pressure, you teased him, coaxing quiet, guttural sounds from deep within his chest.

"That feels so good," he breathed, his lips hovering just above yours. He pressed into you again, his kiss urgent, igniting a fire that had smoldered for far too long.

His hand rose to cup your breast, his thumb tracing slow circles over your hardening nipple. You moaned softly into his mouth, the sound swallowed by his kisses.

You had waited for this-longed for it. And now that it was finally happening, every touch felt like a spark igniting something primal and unrestrained. His lips trailed from the corner of your mouth, down your neck, lingering at the sensitive curve of your shoulder as he tugged one strap of your dress aside. His kisses were warm, his lips soft but firm, and his hands roamed your body like they'd been made to hold you.

One large hand slid to your thigh, his fingertips brushing the delicate skin. His touch lingered just below where you craved it most, his nails lightly grazing the scalloped edge of your underwear. He shifted, spreading your legs wider, his dark gaze locking with yours. The silent question was clear.

You nodded, breathless.

His fingers glided up your thighs, hooking into the edge of your panties. He tugged them down with practiced ease, the damp fabric clinging to your skin before slipping away. A soft shudder ran through you as the cool air kissed your exposed flesh. His hand returned, hovering over your heat before a single finger traced the length of your slit, the touch featherlight but electrifying.

"I bet you could just slide in," you whispered, your lips brushing his ear as your teeth grazed his lobe. "I'm so wet."

He groaned low in his throat, his breath warm against your skin. "Let me feel you."

The sun breaks through the curtains, painting soft golden lines across the bed. You stirred first, your body sluggish but warm, the comforter tangled around your legs. The events of the previous night replayed in a hazy loop in your mind: Jimin’s confession, his touch, his kiss, the overwhelming way he held you like you were the center of his universe.

But as your eyes fluttered open, the other half of the bed was empty.

A pang of worry tightened your chest. Did he leave? you wondered. Then you remembered: Jimin didn’t need sleep. He likely hadn’t even tried.

You found him sitting on the windowsill, gazing out into the quiet street below. His shirt hung loosely off his shoulders, the morning light catching the soft purple undertones of his hair.

“You don’t sleep, do you?” you asked softly, your voice still rough from sleep.

He glanced over his shoulder, a small smile tugging at his lips. “No,” he said simply. “Never had to.”

You pulled the comforter tighter around you and sat up. “But you’re still here.”

“I told you I’d be here,” he replied, standing and walking toward you. The mattress dipped as he sat at the edge of the bed, his eyes scanning your face. “I didn’t want to miss this—waking up with you, even if it’s just me watching.”

You sit comfortably in silence until you could hold in your curiosity no longer.

“Do you feel… different?”

Jimin’s expression shifted, his brow furrowing slightly as he considered your words. He stretched, flexing his fingers, his lips pressing into a faint frown. “Not really,” he admitted, his tone uncertain. “I still feel… like me.”

Your heart sank a little at his response, and you tried to mask your disappointment. “Oh. Maybe it just… takes time?”

“Maybe,” he replied, though the disheartened note in his voice betrayed his own doubts.

The two of you lingered in bed for a while longer, silent but sharing the same heavy thoughts. Eventually, you suggested going for a walk to clear your minds.

As you stepped outside together, the crisp morning air nipping at your cheeks, your neighbor, Mrs. Kim, called out from across the street.

“Oh, good morning!” she said with a warm smile. “And who’s this?”

Jimin froze mid-step, his eyes widening slightly as he turned to you. You blinked at her, startled.

“Uh, this is…” you began, gesturing toward Jimin.

“Jimin,” he supplied quickly, his voice uncertain. “Nice to meet you.”

Mrs. Kim gave him a polite nod before continuing on her way, leaving the two of you standing there in stunned silence.

“Did you…” you started, turning to him. “Did you want her to see you?”

Jimin’s brows furrowed as he shook his head slowly. “No,” he said, his voice low. “I didn’t do anything. I didn’t even think about it.”

Your heart started to pound, a spark of hope igniting in your chest. “Wait,” you said, stepping closer to him. “Try teleporting. Just… see if you can.”

He gave you a doubtful look but closed his eyes, concentrating. A few moments passed, and when he opened them again, he was still standing in the same spot.

“I can’t,” he said, his voice laced with disbelief.

The realization hit both of you at the same time.

“It worked,” you whispered, your voice trembling with emotion.

“I’m…” Jimin began, his expression shifting from confusion to awe. “I’m mortal.”

A breathless laugh escaped your lips, and before you could stop yourself, you threw your arms around him, holding him tight. He laughed too, a genuine, carefree sound that you realized you’d never heard from him before.

The walk back to your apartment was filled with an unspoken joy that neither of you could fully put into words. As soon as you stepped inside, Jimin went straight to the coffee table, where the spell book still sat. He picked it up, flipping through the pages for a moment before snapping it shut.

“What are you doing?” you asked, watching him with a mix of curiosity and amusement.

Jimin looked at you, his smoky eyes now warm and bright. “Getting rid of this,” he said simply. He walked to the trash can, tossing the book inside without hesitation.

“But—” you started to protest, only for him to turn back to you with a playful smirk.

“If you want to learn Latin, I’ll teach you,” he said, stepping closer. “But no more summoning demons. Agreed?”

You laughed, feeling lighter than you had in weeks. “Agreed.”

Jimin reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch lingering. “Thank you,” he said softly. “For everything.”

“No,” you replied, taking his hand in yours. “Thank you.”

For the first time, Jimin’s life stretched before him, limitless and free. And for the first time, he was truly alive—with you.

[shardminds]

a sacrifice in your name

pairing: azriel x gwyneth berdara rating: e (for eventually they'll fuck) wc: 4.8k almost (ch 1 - 3) primary tag: (for later chapters lol) dub-con, prophet/demon, blood play

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Honestly, the cul-de-sac picket fence cottage was exactly like the intel had suggested; sleepy little street, the cutest little picket fence and a garden filled with lavender and wildflowers. Aramis had been expecting something a little more run down, a cabin in the woods or something, but no. They’d been getting sloppy. This bitch had just been living in the town, going about her business, making friends with the neighbours. All it took was one flash of an old graduation photo to the hag working the counter at the general store, a fabricated nickname and some sob story of surprising a sorority sister from college — people will fall for anything these days. That shit would not fly in a city, but something about the cloying fresh cut grass smell and lack of starbucks drive thru’s drove these people insane. Community spirit, or something.

Hell, it made his job easier.

“Like candy from a baby,” Felix says, his meat suit — a waitress they’d picked up along the way — adjusting his- her blouse. “Only the baby’s dead and the candy is the sweetest win we’ve seen in centuries.”

Aramis nods. It’s a once and a lifetime deal. Almost worth stringing up an angel for.

“D’ya reckon this will be enough?” From the back seat of their piece of shit sedan, Leona reapplies her vessel’s cologne. Unfortunately, she’d wrangled into the flesh of a mortician in the throws of his mid life crisis. That’s the kind of stink that doesn’t fade away with a cheap $5 bottle of horse piss. Some people have no taste. “I mean, will it appease—”

“If he doesn’t want her, someone will.” Stepping out of the car, Aramis checks the surroundings for signs of life. This far past midnight, not even the streetlights greet them. “Either way, we’ve hit the lotto, boys. Now shut the fuck up until I give the signal.”

His own vessel — a twenty something peaked in high school type — stands out a little too much in this quiet town. Having two mediocre-hot girls turn up with a pre-balding guy past 2am in the middle of nowhere? It only screams only one thing. And, from the looks of things, this ain’t that kind of town. Who gives a shit. It’s an in and out job. He’ll be back in the pit tearing out spleens with his bare hands in no time.

If he’s lucky, they might even let him eat them. Damn, a guy can dream.

They approach the cottage in silence, the buzz of a far off highway their only companion. Until it’s not.

There’s a heavy creak, almost intentional, coming from the whitewashed porch. He holds out his hand, signaling Leona and Felix to halt or split or do something. They didn’t really discuss signs before they left the car. Luckily, both demon’s stop behind him.

She’s there. Outside. Sitting at a plastic al fresco dining set, as if that’s normal behavior for a human. Well, it could be. He hasn’t been human in centuries. He wouldn’t be above ground if he didn’t have a debt to pay. It’s cold here.

Gwyneth Berdara is a slip of a thing — tall and skinny, with her hair tied out of her face in some kind of messy knot. Aramis doesn’t know much in the concepts of flesh bag beauty but there’s something about her that clenches in his gut. Something other. The cherry of her cigarette glows brighter as she inhales and it illuminates the marks leading up her neck. Tattoos, perhaps? He’s not close enough to really tell, but it doesn’t matter anyway. He would wear the fuck out of her.

“Three demons, huh? For little old me?” She exhales a cloud of smoke and something that almost sounds like a laugh. “You guys are late.”

Leona shoots him a look. Felix does the same. He lowers his hand, taking tentative steps towards their prey.

“My apologies, sweetheart. Car troubles, wardrobe malfunctions — you know how it is.” He’s not too sure why he’s lying. Really, they should grab her, knock her out and drive to the closest portal without even breaking a sweat. This vessel isn’t really built for that kind of grunt work, though. The sweat pools on her lower back, a long drip following the curve of her spine, despite the pre-fall chill. That and his vessel’s wearing pretty much a handkerchief with a belt. Not exactly bounty hunting gear but, you know, needs must. He’s done more with less. “We’re here now. That’s what’s important.”

She stands, unfolding her crossed legs slowly and it’s crazy because she doesn’t even look towards them — just stands, stubbing out her cigarette in the half full ashtray as she does. Like she’s bored. This probably worked on normal people. But they aren’t people at all. Felix sniffs as if he can smell it too. Faint, but still there. Her fear.

“It’s no problem, really. Take your time.” She says, rolling up the sleeves of her jacket, the same scribbles on her neck littler her arms and wrists. They must be tattoos, or she’s an art teacher or something. He can see that — surrounded by kids, paint by numbers, sketchbooks and poster paints. Aramis’ mouth waters, suddenly hungry. Gwyneth Berdara isn’t an art teacher. No, it’s much worse than that. “Quick question, does Hell have AC? I don’t do too well with heat—”

“Shut up, bitch.”

Felix snaps his head to Leona, meat suit’s honey voice sharp with barbs. “Now now.”

Aramis shrugs it off. Leona’s never been the patient one. Millenia spent in the furthest pits only serving to hone her like a blade. Vicious. A worst case scenario type. He preferred to take it slow, play the long game. Back in hell, he’d been known for it. But a few bad bets, bad calls, bad deals — the house always wins. And in this case, the house won’t just break his legs.

“You’re going to come with us willingly or we’ll drag you out ourselves.” He says, each step a little more tentative. The fact that she isn’t cowering kinda pisses him off. Like she’s too good for them. No, it really pisses him off. She should be scared. The stench of fear should be intoxicating, he should be feasting on it, drowning in it. Fuck, he should be wearing it thicker than Leona’s piss water cologne, parading it around the pit like a king. “I don’t mind ditching this tux for yours if I have to,” He smirks. “I’d be gentle, I promise.”

Gwyneth Berdara sighs. She fucking sighs.

“Well, I was going to go nicely,” She descends the stairs, all casual arrogance as her booted feet hit the gravel path straight to them. Aramis will dream of his fist around her throat for the rest of his days. That and more, he’s sure. She’s less than an arms length away when she stops. He can scent her fear still but it’s coated in ozone, like someone left it out in a storm. She shrugs her shoulders in an act of nonchalance that boils his piss. One more fucking word— “But then you were late. No hard feelings, right?”

Felix twists, eyes black as she looks between him and the girl.

“What do you mean no hard feelings?” is the last thing he hears before the world burns from his periphery, circling in. It’s worse than the pit, it’s worse than an exorcism. His very essence is being clawed from the inside out, each extension of him severed from the confines of his vessel. He shouldn’t be able to taste his own burning flesh — fuck, there shouldn’t be any flesh to burn, especially when he can feel the vitality of the cheerleader surging in his- her skull; unharmed, cheering on his demise, waiting her turn to take control again. He screams but there is no sound. The body doesn’t obey him anymore.

Leona and Felix can’t help him, their faces contorted in pain, in horror. True faces, not their vessels. He can see them now, through the veneer of flesh. Oh fuck.

The lights go out.

“Like I said,” It comes as an echo, strung out as if rattling around what’s left of his form. He doesn’t hear it so much as it invades every part of what he is. He tries to grasp for it, but it’s elusive, like water, like salt. Pouring through smoke he’s losing control of, burning when it catches the shriveling curls of his form. “No hard feelings.”

He burns until there is nothing left.

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[gabessquishytum]

Rivals in an annual bake off at the local county fair.

Dream, every year now, wins his local pie bake off. He first entered as a lark, Orpheus was making fun of Dream's cooking/baking skills and dared his father to enter and win.

Well, Dream never turns down a dare (and having Orpheus joking with him and them laughing together is the most cherished of experiences).

This year, Dream comes in second to an "R. Gadling". Dream hasn't lost in years, to come in 2nd to a name he doesn't recognize,,,sets Dream to grumbling.

And this year was going so very well - Dream met another single dad, Hob, while walking the fair with Orpheus. Hob had his son Robin with him and let Dream know that they had more or less just moved to the area. (They met some way silly, like grabbing for the same set of napkins or something). Hob has a great laugh (and bum) and won Dream a stuffed bird.

Hob (charmingly tugging his ear): Are you really upset about getting 2nd place?

Dream 😳: No. Not really. It's just Orpheus is always so happy when i win....i don't want him to be disappointed in me.

So!!! Cute!!! These two absolutely have "rival PTA dads" energy and I love it. Dream is the queen bee, Hob is the interloper - and he knows that Dream’s cupcakes were store-bought!!! He will keep the secret in exchange for a kiss 😉

I just really love the idea of them being normal dads doing normal things. After Hob reveals that he is in fact 'R Gadling', and admits that he used to own a small bakery in the big city before he moved to the countryside for Robin to have a nicer childhood - Dream insists that Hob makes up for taking his crown by baking with him. Hob is only too happy to invite both Orpheus and Dream back to the cottage he's recently moved into. Robin wants to show Orpheus the garden (apparently there are many interesting bugs). Hob has a fancy stand mixer and plenty of ingredients, and he acts as sous chef while Dream rather enjoys lording it over him. Flirty banter quickly evolves into touches and kisses, and there's a whole lot of flour in Dream’s messy black hair...

By the time the boys come in, a cake has been made (and rather hastily decorated). Hob’s t-shirt is on back to front, and when Dream turns around there are two big flour handprints on his bum.

It's nice to make new memories. Orpheus teases Dream all the way home, both about losing the bake off and getting a boyfriend. So there's really nothing to grumble about, after all.

[bullet-prooflove]

I ain’t heard you laugh like that in a long time

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Companion piece to:

Wild Bloom - Jamie buys flowers on the anniversary of Lee's death.

Palm Sunday - Jamie needs help with one of his plants.

Leap of Faith - Jamie decides to take a leap of faith.

Everything (NSFW) - Jamie wants everything with you.

Miss You - Jamie misses you when you go away to California.

The Making of A Man - Jamie reflects on your relationship.

Birthdays - Jamie doesn't celebrate his birthday.

Liam - Jamie discovers a secret.

Break Free - Jamie decides it's time to break free from Yellowstone.

Every Part of Me (NSFW) - Jamie wants to give you every part of himself.

Home - Jamie makes a discovery which leads to him making a home for the two of you.

Tomorrow - Jamie makes a promise about tomorrow.

Jamie hasn’t heard Kayce laugh since before Lee died. They’d been down at the river with Tate with the kid had gone into a full melt down because Lee had thrown a chunk of fish at his dad. They’d all completely lost it because the mouth on that kid…

It definitely comes from Kayce.

Now as he walks up the steps to the cottage he’s given to his brother, the one on the little ranch that he bought to preserve Lee’s memory and all he hears is laughter. It resounds through the wooden door and something in Jamie’s heart lifts because this is all that Lee ever wanted for them, to be happy, to live their own lives the way they want.

He raps his knuckles on the door, adjusting his hat as he waits for Kayce to answer. He knows he has that rodeo girl in there, the one that works for Travis. The two of them have seeing each other for almost a year now and he can tell it’s getting serious. The way his brother looks at that woman, it’s the same way he looks at his flower girl, the soon to be mother of his child.

Kayce is smiling when he answers the door, his shirt has a few buttons open, his hair is messy and wayward.

“Hey.” Jamie says, handing over the brown envelop he has clasped between his hands. “I just wanted to give you this.”

Kayce frowns as he opens it, his palm rubbing over his mouth as he studies the words on the documentation. It’s a contract offering Kayce a fifty percent stake in the ranch. Jamie wants to change the name to The LJK so that the two of them can honour Lee.

“Jamie…” He says his eyes stinging. “This is too much.”

“No.” Jamie says quietly. “It’s exactly right.”

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The Ties that Bind - Chapter 4

I'm not going to lie... this 5k chapter does not contain an awful lot of plot. No spoilers here but... well, the rating has definitely gone up! The Emmys happened, ok? And I've been on a whole other planet since then. No apologies, the heart wants what the heart wants 😂

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Chapter 4

He took a few steps to the table, it had been a while since they'd been actually been alone together and the weight of that wasn't lost on Seren. Tension seemed to seep into the room under door cracks and through keyholes until she felt paralysed with a nervousness greater than any she'd felt before. Their weeks and weeks of banter and flirting had built to a level they were both unable to ignore. Beneath his own tense fidgeting, Seren decided that River looked like he could devour her at any moment. His face gave nothing away but it felt as if he knew what she thought about when she was alone with him, as if he could read her mind. Her breath quickened and the urge to press her thighs together was overwhelming. Before she could answer his question, he crossed what was left of the room, forcing her to take one final step back against the counter, and leaned down to capture her mouth in a messy kiss. The shock of it made her gasp, giving him access to deepen the kiss, his tongue gliding with hers. His hands were everywhere, trying to touch as much of her as possible. Seren let her hands roam up his arms and into his hair to keep him close, trying to get him even closer. The length of his body pressed against the length of hers and she felt him hard against her hip. Deja vu. Feeling how much he wanted her only made her need him more and all sense of propriety was heading out of the door, along with her previous reasons for keeping their distance from one another. “Are you staying?” He asked again, his hot breath on her collarbone. He reached into the open hoodie to the bare skin between her short t-shirt and jeans. 

“River,” she moaned as his hands gripped tighter. He sighed and pulled away from her.

“Stop?” He asked, the disappointment evident. Seren shook her head, trying to find her voice, her breath.

“No. No, don’t stop. But not down here,” she said, breathless. She wished she could bottle the smile that broke out across his face, instead settling for running her thumb over his lips and cupping his cheek. He turned his head to kiss the palm of her hand before freeing her from his grip and leading her to the stairs. She switched off lights along the way and as they crept upstairs they both avoided the same creaky floorboards. She’d never been in his room properly, only to leave any belongings he’d left scattered around the house. He must have been given some free reign to decorate at some point because it was more masculine than the rest of the cottage. The walls were dark navy and a large bed took up much of the space. He had a small bathroom through a door in the corner. As he turned to ask her something she brought a finger to her lips. “Sshh, we need to be quiet,” she whispered. He grinned wickedly and pointed at her.

“You need to be quiet.” She opened her mouth to argue but he kissed her instead, clicking the door quietly shut and pulling her all the way into the room. He tugged at the loose sleeves of his hoodie, pulling it off her body, “think I'll take this back.” He whispered. 

“Finders keepers,” she told him, dragging his t-shirt over his head and then reaching for the button on his jeans. 

“Slow down, I'm not going anywhere.” He stilled her trembling hands and then toyed with the hem of her t-shirt, “I've been so patient, waited for so long,” he whispered, she laughed quietly into the crook of his neck. He pulled it over her head and threw it on the floor with his own, and with a quick flick of his wrist he had the button of her jeans open and slid them to her hips. She wiggled them down impatiently and kicked them away. Seren blushed as he took in the sight of her in summery coral lingerie in the dim lamplight, he watched like a starved man as she reached behind to unclip her bra and let it slide down her arms, reaching to pull her into him. His hands were warm on her bare skin, tickling up her left side and taking the weight of her breast. “I deserve a fucking medal for keeping my hands to myself,” he muttered, “you won't be able to get rid of me now.” 

“You're an idiot,” she teased, blushing. 

“You're beautiful.” He told her, hands dropping to grip the curve of her ass. She pushed herself against him, feeling him hard against her core. Slotting a hand between them, she slid a finger along the waistband of his boxers before dropping to her knees in front of him, pulling his jeans down over his hips. She pulled them all the way off, and he stepped out of them. Seren heard the shaky breath leave his body and focused her attention, her mouth watered in anticipation, it felt like she'd waited an eternity to touch him. She ran her hands up the taut muscles of his thighs and, holding his gaze, pulled his boxers down.

“Do you think you can be quiet, River?” She whispered. She slid her tongue along the underside of his cock and swirled it around the hot tip. He rocked against her, his hands fisted at his side, tense from trying to stay quiet. She took his hands one at a time and put them on her head, looking up his long body to watch his reaction to her pumping his cock with kiss swollen lips. 

“Fuck me, you look so fucking good -” He rasped, his voice strained. She hummed in agreement, the vibration running through his body as she let him control the speed and depth. He tugged her hair lightly, the sensation sending waves of desire to her core and making her thighs rub together in desperation. He removed one hand, reaching down in search of hers, intertwining their fingers. Seren squeezed his hand in reassurance, it had become clear in the months they'd known each other that River had very few people in his life he had physical contact with. In all their encounters, he seemed to seek out her touch. When he tugged her hair again, it was a request for her to stop, to come back to him. He wasted no time in nudging her to the bed, caging her with his body. He kissed her softly, swallowing her sighs. He slid a large hand down her side, reaching to grab her hips and press them into the bed. She arched her body up against him. 

“River, please-” she whispered, his hand pushing her thighs wider open to accommodate him. His grin was wicked as he kissed a hot path down her body, roughly palming her breast as he nipped at the dip of her waist. 

“Seren,” he warned, his voice deliciously low and dangerous, “If you make a sound, I'll stop,” he warned as he dragged her knickers down just before he circled her clit with his tongue. “I wonder if you taste as sweet as you look?” He asked. She gasped as his tongue eagerly slid into her aching cunt, “is this ok?” He asked. Seren sucked in a sharp breath and nodded. She held it for what felt like hours as he devoured her. The effort of keeping quiet was torture, his every touch designed to bring her closer to the edge. She had to bite her own fist to stay silent, but it was impossible to disguise her laboured breathing and tiny whimpers. He didn't need her to make a sound to know she was close, her thighs quivered and he got right to the point where he was certain she was about to come… and stopped, moving away from her entirely so he wasn’t tempted to let her finish just so he could keep tasting her. Seren's eyes widened at his audacity and she clamped a hand over her mouth to stifle the whine of desperation she couldn't hold back. He removed the hand and pinned her wrists above her head bringing himself level with her breasts, swirling his tongue around her nipple. Seren's hips rutted up against his stomach.

“River,” she pleaded. 

“Fuck, Seren,” he could feel how wet she was, how much she needed him, and it only made him harder. 

“You like that? Think I could make you come like this?” He sucked at the soft, sensitive underside of her breasts, leaving his mark on her and dragging her so close to orgasm again. Seren was in no doubt that he could make her come just from this alone, “No, please no,” she pleaded again as he denied her again, “I need you to touch me, River.”

“Tell me what you want, babe,” he whispered, moving above her, held up on his elbows. 

“Fuck, River, I need you inside me,” she whispered quietly, her body vibrated with her need for him. She was certain she looked a mess underneath him - her hair tangled in bedsheets, her lips red and swollen from where she'd been biting them in an effort to keep quiet, and her eyes glazed with lust.

“You're so beautiful.” He whispered and sat up, dragging her into his lap as he did. She lifted up onto her knees, hands on his shoulders for balance as she lined him up against her, he cupped her heavy breast with one hand while the other grabbed the swell of her ass as she lowered down onto him. “Fuck-” he hissed, his forehead pressed against hers. With her thighs spread wide over his, the depth was incredible and his size took a second to adjust to. His tongue followed his hand across her nipple, taking it into his mouth, rolling it and biting gently. It was enough to have her grinding down on his cock and arching her back to have him fill her right to the hilt. Her forearms on his shoulders gave her the perfect leverage to rise and fall on him over and over, he used the proximity to keep his eyes fixed on hers while his hands kneaded and grasped her hips, helping her keep her rhythm while his cock split her open. She rolled her hips slowly, not wanting to make huge movements and make the bed squeak under them. The languid pace and tight, deep thrusts were intoxicating. River barely took his eyes off hers, Seren was taken aback by the intimacy  and tenderness of it all. 

“Feels so good, River,” she moaned quietly as he reached a hand between them both. Her breath hitched as she bared down against his thumb on her clit, her head dropping to the crook of his neck, “oh, god-” she whimpered. 

“Wanted this for so long, Seren,” he whispered into her ear. 

“Please, River, more-” she begged. “I need you.” His previous ministrations had taken her so close to the edge, she couldn't take the anticipation any longer. She clutched at his shoulders as she sank down onto him, desperate to find her release. He keened against her, his nose buried in her throat while his fingertips left bruises on her hips. With a final swipe of his thumb against her clit, she reached her peak and shuddered as her climax overcame her. River had managed to remember their whereabouts and quickly captured her lips with his own, disguising the babbling expletives and whimpers of his name. Her movements stuttered so he gently twisted them round and lay her on the bed.

“Still with me?” He murmured, bracing his body on his forearms and rolling his hips as he fucked her into the mattress. The new depth and angle made her melt against him, she smiled, reaching up on her elbows to kiss him again.

“I’m not going anywhere,” she mimicked his earlier words. Her words seemed to ignite him once again. 

“God, Seren-” he groaned into her mouth as she pulled him down on top of her, relishing in the weight of his body against hers. She wrapped her legs around him as he took her wrists and pinned them either side of her head once again. He set a new, desperate pace, hungry to feel her walls flutter around his cock again. Seren tried to hide her breathy moans as she felt the tension coiling in her abdomen once again. She closed her eyes tightly, her attention split between her need for release and the need to keep quiet. “Look at me,” he asked softly. She opened her eyes and held his gaze as she clenched around him and felt his hand gently cover her mouth as she came with a wail of his name. She felt his muscles tense as he joined her over the edge with a whisper of her name, not taking his eyes off her at all. He slumped against her, his hand slipping from her mouth as he replaced it with featherlight kisses instead. He released her other wrist and she grazed her hand up and down his back as they both regained their breath. They lay still together for a while, his nose in the crook of her neck while his hand softly smoothed across her ribs and the side of her breasts. Seren's legs no longer locked around him, she stretched out and enjoyed the weight and warmth of his body covering her. 

“‘M crushing you,” he mumbled. His voice low in her ear made her shiver and despite not being ready for another round quite so soon, her hips bucked, “You're keen, give me a minute,” he laughed.

“You're not crushing me, and I'm not ready yet either,” she grinned into his hairline and kissed his temple. 

“Hmm if you say so.” He rocked against her, half hard again already, needing to hear the broken little moan that ghosted over his head. He moved away enough to wrap the blanket around them both and rolled onto his back, taking her with him. “Better?” She sighed happily.

“Hmm yeah, much.” She closed her eyes as he ran his fingers through her hair, the small, intimate gesture making her sleepy. River reached out to turn out the lamp and held her as he fell asleep. 

*

He woke to an empty bed. With a frown, he lifted up onto his elbows to see Seren fastening her bra and looking around for the rest of her clothes. She smiled shyly at him. 

“Hi.”

“You're going?” He asked, his voice thick with sleep. He'd lost count of the number of times they'd found each other during the night, sleepily reaching for one another. 

“I need to go and get changed, I can't be here when he wakes up.” She said apologetically. He sat up fully and reached out a hand to pull her close to the edge of the bed.

“Time is it?”

“Early, 5am. Go back to sleep.” She brushed her hand across his cheek. 

“Just a bit longer?” He kept a hand on the back of her thigh to hold her against him, and the other traced the leg of her underwear, hooking inside. “Let me make you come one more time?” He dragged his fingers along her slit, already wet for him. 

“River-” She rocked down against his hand, her body giving away how much she wanted him. His fingers slipped her underwear to one side and he pushed two inside her, curling them just so. Seren gasped, clinging to his shoulder to stay on her feet. His thumb rocked against her clit, his fingers fucking her as she moaned quietly.

“Fuck, River I-”

“I know, I've got you. I need to see you like this again and again, and when you're driving home I want you to know that I'll be thinking of you, you see what you do to me?” He palmed his cock through the sheets. 

“Ohhh-” She sighed, he noted the hunger in her eyes. 

“You like knowing that?” He pressed his palm harder into her clit and kept his fingers moving inside her. Seren’s breath hitched with every movement of his hand, her walls clenching around his fingers. She wobbled against him as her knees buckled with her climax. She gripped his shoulder tightly to stay upright.

“Shit, River,” she mumbled. He held her hip a little tighter. He removed his fingers with a pop and brought them to his mouth to kick them clean. “You're a menace.” 

“You're welcome.” He grinned, dropping a kiss to the soft dip of her waist. She stepped out of his reach and finished getting dressed. He watched her from the bed. When she was ready, she went back to him, cupping his face between her hands. 

“Get some more sleep,” she said with a soft smile.

“I won't be here when you get back. I'll call you later?” She nodded, kissed him lightly and crept out of the room, taking his hoodie with her. 

*

“Seren, this is the third game in a row you've lost.” David smiled over chess. She'd returned to the house later that morning as promised with croissants and they'd completed the previous day's crossword, walked to the village library and had lunch. Seren had been uncharacteristically distracted throughout. 

“Sorry David,” she sighed. “Why don't you take your book to the sitting room. I'll get some jobs done and then you can set me free on your garden?” She hoped the physical excess of cutting the grass and preparing the garden for autumn would stop her replaying the previous night over and over. She hadn’t realised how isolated her life had become, aside from the families or individuals she worked with she saw very few other people. Family lived on the other side of London and her work had led her to a very limited friend circle and social life. Until she’d hugged River in the kitchen, she struggled to remember the last person she’d had any kind of physical contact with. In her initial recognition of River seeking out her touch, she could also clearly see herself. In the garden, she worked hard. Pulling the heavy old mower up and down the garden, emptying old pots and clearing away fallen branches. From his perch, David pointed out new things for them to tackle over the coming weeks.

“We need to repair that fence,” he pointed. “Do you think we can get it painted before the weather turns?” He looked to the sky as if asking the weather gods.

“I don’t see why not. I can drive us to pick up paint tomorrow if you like?” “No offence dear, but your car splutters like it’s about to give up the ghost. I’ll get River to take us at the weekend, you can help me pick out some plants.”

“You want me to come with you and River to the garden centre?” She asked, arching an eyebrow.

“I do indeed, you’ve a good eye for colour. It’s been such a long time since anyone actually enjoyed working in this garden.” He mused. She smiled and slumped into the chair next to him.

“Deal. I’ll be charging you overtime at this rate though.”

“Hmmm. Take it up with the boss.” He chuckled, pulling his hat down over his eyes for a short nap.

“Yeah, I think I should.” Seren wondered. 

They didn’t make it that weekend, nor the three weekends following. River had become overrun with work and his visits were few and far between. Seren had upped her time with David to compensate and ensure he wasn't lonely. His memory lapses were difficult to predict, she could spend entire days with him and have no problems but the last half an hour he would have no idea who she was, or there could be one moment of lucidity in a whole day. The hardest days were when his mind couldn't decide. She could fetch him a cup of coffee and he'd forget her, she could return with a slice of cake and be remembered. Finally, finally, Seren arrived one Saturday morning to find River already at the kitchen table. She stopped short in the doorway. 

“Oh. Hi.”

“Morning,” he smiled. “He's upstairs,” he explained, seeing her wondering where David was. They both hovered awkwardly, unsure of how to proceed. Though they'd been in plenty of contact, it had been weeks of not seeing each other and though that in itself was nothing new, the circumstances were certainly different. Standing on opposite sides of the kitchen felt so similar to the last time they were in the same place at the same time that Seren couldn’t help but laugh. River chuckled, “what’s so funny?”

“Nothing, just… the last time we were in here, and now… well, here we are again.”

“Yeah,” he nodded in agreement. They fell into silence, furtively stealing glances at one another. Seren wrung her hands.

“Should this be this weird?” She asked finally. “We didn't leave it this weird?”

“No, no you’re right. I don’t want it to be weird?”

“Good. Me either.” She nodded firmly, worrying her bottom lip with her teeth. Her heart thrummed in her chest.

“Apparently the old bastard has big plans for today?” River spoke up. 

“I'm taking him to the garden centre. He wanted to wait for you but you've been busy.” He looked bashful. 

“I'm sorry,” he said sincerely. “Every time I've tried to get here it's been too late to see you.”

“It's not a criticism. He's missed you,” she explained. 

“And you?”

“What about me?”

“Have you missed me?” Seren opened her mouth to answer but heard David on the stairs and smiled apologetically.

“You’re here,” he said happily to Seren. “Shall we be off then?” He asked, the tension in the room going completely unnoticed.

“Lead the way,” Seren replied, following the Cartwrights to the car. She slid into the backseat behind River in the driver's seat and focused on watching out of the window so she didn’t keep catching River’s eye in the rear view mirror.

“What are you going this way for?” David demanded from the front seat, “it’s left at the lights.”

“There’s half the road dug up down there, I’ll go around.” River countered.

“Bloody ridiculous,” David muttered. Seren kept her eyes on the window, bringing her hand to her mouth to keep from laughing. 

River finally escaped from the car. He’d been bickering with David for the whole journey. His grandfather led the way, instructing River to follow behind and pick up everything he pointed out. Seren ambled along between them both, occasionally picking things up. He watched her closely, cursing his own stupid awkwardness from earlier. He’d wanted to tell her he’d missed her, had thought about her everyday, couldn’t stop thinking about their night together… but hadn’t. She stopped ahead of him, reaching up to a much higher shelf. David had gone on ahead so River stopped. 

“Here, I’ll get it,” he muttered, a hand on her bare waist where her t-shirt had ridden up. He reached over her head with ease. “This one?” He asked. She shook her head, wide eyed but quickly recovered.

“River, that one’s half dead. The other one, please.” He took a small step forward, her back pressing to his chest as he reached further along and handed her the plant she’d been after. Taking a quick look around for safety, he dropped a kiss into the crook of her neck.

“Sorry I made it weird.” He whispered against her skin. She shivered and shook her head.

“S’ok, you’re not the only weirdo,” she admitted. His hand dropped to the curve of her ass and squeezed.

“We’ll talk later?” He asked, feeling her nod against him. “I might die before then if you keep walking in front of me though.” He teased. She pushed him away with a gentle shove and a knowing smile, and walked away to catch up with David. He trailed after her as she followed David, watching them together as they argued good-naturedly about which colours would look good in the garden and how much work they could palm off onto River. River took every available chance to be near her, letting David take the turning into each aisle so he could take her hand just for a moment or walk alongside her. The trip out had exhausted David. By the time they reached the car again, his temper was rising. When Seren offered him an arm to help him out of the car, he snapped. 

“I’m not a fucking invalid, Seren.”

“I know,” she held up her hands and took a step back. “I’ll get the kettle on.” She offered.

“Don’t bother. River will do it, I can’t stand the niceties anymore today. You should go.” He told her. She hesitated but he went on, “just stop being so sodding nice all the time.” He demanded. River paused, halfway into the boot of the car.

“I’m not being nice because it’s my job, David. I’m being nice because I like you and I like spending time with you.”

“Oh bullshit. You’re paid to be here.” River peered around from the back of the car,

“Grandad-” he warned.

“It’s fine,” Seren assured him. “You’re right, I am.”

“You’re not going to go, are you?” He sneered.

“No, I’m not. I’ll do what I always do when you ask me to leave, I’ll stay out of your way until you’re ready to talk civilly again.” She let him make his way to the house, grumbling under his breath.

“I’m sorry-” River started.

“It’s fine, really. He gets like this sometimes, when he’s pushed himself a bit too far. He’s just tired.” She lifted one of the paint tins from the car. “By the time all this stuff is away, he’ll be asleep and when he wakes up he should be feeling better.” She was right. River followed David into the house while Seren offered to put their purchases away in the garden. She knew the easiest way forward was to do as David had asked and at least stay out of his way. When she made it back to the kitchen, River gestured to the coffee he’d made her on the table. He sat at the table so she leaned against it facing him.

“He’s asleep,” he informed her.

“Told you he would be.” She reached over to brush his hair from his eyes. “I can handle it.” He took the hand and pulled her into his lap, her legs straddling his on either side of the rickety wooden chair. It creaked dangerously underneath them both. “If this chair breaks…”

“I’ve got you.” 

“We’ll be in trouble, was what I was going to say.” She chided him. He ran his hand up her back, drawing her closer, finally capturing her mouth in an impatient kiss. Seren let herself sink into him with a sigh. “I’ve been thinking about this all day,” she whispered.

“I’ve been thinking about this for weeks.” He countered, grazing his nose along her collarbone. She squirmed in his lap, the chair responding with an ungainly squeak.

“We need to move.” “Upstairs?” He asked. Seren shook her head.

“Sorry to disappoint, no time.”

“You’re far from a disappointment.” He told her, taking another kiss. She rocked against him, trying to get closer, he smiled against her mouth. 

“We can’t do this now.” She huffed, frustrated.

“I know,” he agreed, “I’ll make it up to you.” He promised.

*

Seren immersed her hands in the kitchen sink. River had called to say he was stuck in a work ‘thing’ so she’d opted to keep David company for a little longer than usual in the hopes that they might get some time alone when he did arrive. She hummed along softly to the classical record David played in the living room. She’d picked up some vinyl records for him from a shop a few villages away and he was enjoying educating her on which ones were worth her money and which were duds. She looked up and out of the window, the evenings had been getting darker sooner and it always seemed to catch her off guard. As she peered through the window, a face peered back. Her breath froze in her throat as terror overtook her. She backed away from the sink, hands dripping water everywhere.

“David,” she half whispered, voice strangled. “David!”

“Come and listen to this piece, it’s truly remarkable-” David called through from the sitting room. The face in the window grinned as it came closer to the glass, a leering sneer that then winked suggestively.

“Fuck. Fuck, David,” Seren turned and bolted for the sitting room. “There’s someone outside,” as she spoke, the back door banged.

“Who?” “How should I know? A man, shit, David we need to call the police.”

“Call River.” David instructed, rising quickly from his chair. “What the hell is he going to be able to do?”

“We need to get out of here, into the fields,” from the drawer by the chair he pulled out the same pistol he’d drawn on Seren months previously.

“The fields? Wait, he gave that back to you?!” She stared at the gun, incredulous.

“Seren, I need you to trust me. Call River, tell him we’re aiming for the farm and we’re on foot. We need to move, now.” He spoke firmly but calmly and Seren knew he was utterly lucid. She pulled out her phone and brought up River’s number, hitting the green call button. David pulled her along with him to the front door as the back door banged in its hinges again. On the way past, she grabbed the long iron poker from beside the fire. “Excellent idea my girl, now come.” Seren didn’t notice the call connect, or hear River shouting for her attention. The back door banged and this time, opened. Seren shrieked.

“Run David, we have to run.” She bellowed as her phone clattered to the stone floor and the call ended.

Chapter 5

[mothfables]

Ravio and Thunderstorm

Thunder boomed. Rain pelted the windows of the cottage, sending streaks across the glass as wind rattled the panes.

Ravio watched the storm from the safety of the couch. He’d already made sure all the doors and windows were shut tight, and that Sheerow was inside with no way to get out and swept up in the storm. He was cozy in a sweater and fluffy socks, with a quilt wrapped snugly around his shoulders.

It seemed to be just another storm - albeit a fair bit stronger than what he was used to from Hyrule so far.

So preoccupied was he in watching the storm that he almost missed it. The next crash of thunder had him flinching at the strength of it, only to pause at a faint sound from elsewhere in the house.

He frowned, straining his ears to hear it again only to be met with nothing but the howling of wind and rain. He almost dismissed it as Sheerow making noise in another room, only for a quick glance around to prove that untrue: Sheerow rested peacefully on the perch beside the fireplace, head tucked under a wing.

Another boom of thunder was followed by the same soft sound. Ravio’s frown deepened - it sounded almost like a child’s cry.

He pushed himself up from the couch, wrapping the quilt tighter around his shoulders as he started to search for the source of the noise. The first floor was clear, so with a sigh he turned his attention upstairs.

The sound slowly became clearer the higher he went; soft, muffled cries following every bout of thunder. They seemed to be emanating from Link’s room.

…Link’s room.

Ravio stopped in his tracks as the realization hit. He hadn’t seen nor heard Link since the storm began, and it was with a horrible rush of guilt he remembered his friend’s confessed fear of storms.

With a curse he hurried down the hall toward Link’s room. Opening the door, he was met with what looked to be an empty room. He knew better than to assume that was the case, though, and immediately began looking for his friend.

It didn’t take long.

Ravio found him under his desk, a blanket over his head and hands clasped tightly over long ears with his eyes squeezed shut. Ravio could see him shaking from where he stood. Thunder boomed and he watched as Link jumped, letting out a terrified little sound. His eyes squeezed tighter.

‘Oh, dear…’

Ravio knelt down before the desk, watching as Link trembled and did his best to curl into a tight ball.

“Link,” he said quietly, watching to see if he heard.

Nothing. That was unsurprising. The sound of the storm was enough to drown out almost any sound. He was surprised he’d been able to hear Link at all.

He tried again, louder this time. “Link, it’s me. It’s Ravio. I’m here.”

He set a gentle hand on Link’s knee as he spoke. The other boy startled at the touch, looking up with wide, shining eyes. Ravio’s heart ached at the frightened, lost look in those eyes.

Link whimpered and Ravio knew without a doubt that he was small. His heart broke at the sound; he’d had an inkling his friend would likely be regressed, but seeing it confirmed was like a knife to the chest. His dear friend had likely been small and afraid for hours.

“Hey, bun. Sorry I didn’t realize sooner. I’m here now.” Ravio moved closer to the desk, shifting to sit cross-legged and opening his arms. It only took a moment - there was a resounding BOOM and Link yelped, flinging himself forward and into his lap, clinging tight. Ravio immediately wrapped himself around him as he began to sob.

“Shh, shh. It’ll be alright,” he crooned, stroking messy pink hair. He continued to murmur reassurances as he did his best to comfort his friend. Another crash of thunder had him covering quivering ears and soothing Link when he gave a frightened cry.

He cast his mind about for ways to soothe his friend. Almost subconsciously, he started humming an old lorulean lullaby. It took a few moments, the notes faint in his memory, but soon his voice grew bolder, more confident. In his lap, Link sniffled and shifted to look up at him; Ravio smiled and pressed a soft kiss to his brow, still humming.

Slowly, Link’s sobs died down to shaky hiccups and sniffles. Ravio realized the storm had quieted as well. The thunder was no longer quite so loud, the lightning no longer so blinding.

He kept humming, rocking side to side in the way he knew Link liked. The rain was only a quiet patter, now. Link sniffed before letting out a sigh.

“How are you feeling, bunny?” Ravio asked softly. Link was quiet for a moment before he answered.

“…better.” His voice was hoarse and scratchy from crying. “Thanks, Ra- Ravi.”

“Of course, bunny. I’m sorry it took me so long.” Ravio nuzzled soft pink hair apologetically. Link shook his head and curled closer, tucking himself under Ravio’s chin.

“‘m jus’ glad you were here,” he murmured. “Um, co-ould you hum again? Please?”

“Sure, bun. What do you wanna hear?”

“I like what you were humming before. That one?”

“The lullaby?” Link nodded, eyes beginning to droop now that most of the storm had passed. Ravio cooed and shuffled to sit more comfortably, taking a deep breath before beginning to hum again.

The two of them sat there together on Link’s floor, waiting out the storm.

[idontknowwhatimdoinglol]

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To y/n everyday was the same. They would wake up, go to work on their farm only stopping to have a small meal before heading back, though recently a group of peasant women had moved near their house. She had first met them at the market. They were buying fabrics when two of them had started to bicker, which in the end led to one of them being shoved into a fruit stand and splattering the product all over. Safe to say they had gotten themselves banned. Feeling a bit of pity towards them, y/n had bought the fabrics they were planning to purchase and had been able to catch up to their wagon and give them the items. In return they had let them come back to their cottage and have some of there home grown vegetables as a thank you. As the weeks went on y/n had continued to bring them fabrics, flour and other things that they had needed from the market. Y/N would even help watch there orphan child Aurora when they had needed a nap or had to do the chores of the house. One day y/n had been on her way home after delivering a few bags of flower to the cottage when a man with messy black hair and scruffy clothing had fallen onto the path in front of them. "Are you alright?" asked y/n concerned for the stranger. "well nothing feels broken so I'm going to assume yes" he says standing up, brushing the dirt off of his black clothing. "I haven't seen you before, Are you new?" y/n questioned, not recognizing the handsome face of the stranger before her. "I've lived here my whole life, I've just stuck to the forest, less people" he answers. "makes sense, do you have a name?" y/n asks. "Diaval, and yours?" Diaval replies "I'm y/n its a pleasure to meet you Diaval" y/n says doing a small curtsy. "The pleasures all mine" he says kissing their hand. "i must get back before dark, I do hope to see you again" y/n says before walking off to their small farm a blush gracing their cheeks from Diaval's gesture.

bonus: "I cant believe you embarrassed me like that" Diaval said to the fae stepping out from the trees "you have been squawking about them for months now I figured you should meet for once" maleficent said "well not like that they probably think I'm a klutz and dont even get me started- CAW" Diaval tried to say but had been returned to his crow form with a swipe of magic "enough of your complaining without my help you never would've have spoke a word to them`" maleficent said before walking back into the forest Diaval following close behind

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[airplanned]

Castletown Academy 4

Link and Flora see the little guest house they’ll be living in.

8,000% fluff.  More drama tomorrow.

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Ralphie had pulled up a little stool to the front window, and, with his hands pressed between his knees, waited for Flora and Link to arrive.  He was still there when Zelda returned after changing out of her work clothes, so she brought him outside where they sat on the porch steps with a bubble wand and a jar of bubble liquid.

In a way it was good that Ralphie was nervous-excited, because that forced Zelda to be calm, to be an example for him.  Otherwise, she'd be bouncing on her heels and peeking out the same window where he'd been camped.  She forced herself to sit and blow bubbles and feel the wind on her face instead of tidying the front porch, which could honestly use another sweep.  Ralphie's bike was out.  Should she put it in the garage?

When the blue car pulled up into the driveway, Ralphie become very still, and Zelda calmly screwed the cap back onto the bubble liquid, tucking it away on the side of the steps.

Link's car was an older model, but by no means falling apart.  It looked freshly washed, as if he was trying to make  good impression, which made her stomach sink a bit.  She hoped he didn't feel embarrassed.  She hoped she hadn't caused him to feel embarrassed.

Oh, Goddess, what would he think of the house?

It was a large house.  There was no denying that.  But she thought it had character that set it apart from the other houses in the neighborhood.  And if the house didn't set it apart, the yard certainly did.  The house was warm brick, with flowers spilling out of beds and stepping stones leading to the front porch.  Above, more than one balcony spilled even more flowers.  Wind chimes hung from the eaves. When Zelda looked at it, she saw a cute cottage.  She wondered what other people saw when they looked at it.  Hopefully it was welcoming enough to set Link at ease, but she suddenly had a feeling that he would find it too messy.

The second the car engine turned off, Flora scrambled out of the car shouting, "Ralphie!"

A smile tugged at her son's lips even as he ducked his head lower towards his knees.

"Stand up and say hi," Zelda urged, rubbing his back.

Flora's hair was in French braid pig tails today.  Zelda would bet they'd looked very cute and neat this morning, but by now, a whole section by her temple was coming loose.  "This is your house?  Is it a pollinator garden?"

"It is," Zelda said. 

"That's so cool!  I like your wind chimes.  How many do you have?"

"I'm not sure," Ralphie signed.

"Let's count," she announced.  "We can count and find our favorite."

"That one's my favorite," he said--out loud--pointing to a wooden one nearby.

Flora inspected it, then nodded.  "That's a good one.  We'll call that number one."

Then they trotted down the porch to count the rest.

Zelda stared after them, and it took her a moment to shake herself and turn to Link, who was looking up at the sky blue paint on the underside of the porch roof.

"Hi," she said.

He lowered his eyes to her and smiled.  A large part of her relaxed.  "Hi."

"Um.  So.  This is me."  She waved a hand at the house behind her.

"It's close to what I pictured."

"You...you pictured this?"

He shifted his weight and rubbed the back of his neck, his eyes caught now on some of the stained glass that came in a kit for kids that Ralphie had made and now hung in the bay window by the front door.  "Actually, at first I was expecting--You know those mansions they have on TV?  Everything's white and neat and...corporate?  Sorry, that's rude."

"No, I deserve that."

A teasing light sparked in his eyes.  "With your bribe to donate an auditorium?"

She threw her hands in the air, "I was at my wit's end!"

He laughed.  "That's obvious."

"But..." She darted a look at the house, again trying and failing to see it through his eyes.  "Then what made you picture this?"

"Your packet."

"My pack--you read that!?"

"Of course I read it."

She couldn't stop a flush from rising in her cheeks.  What had she been thinking writing all that down?  And he'd actually read it?  And read it so promptly?  How utterly embarrassing.

So she started babbling.  "I started putting in the pollinator garden about three years ago, so I still have a lot of work to do on it still.  Oh!  Let--let me show you the guest house.  Around here.  Kids!  There's a path around the side, so you don't have to come in the main house.  Although, you can also go through the garage if you feel more comfortable.  I don't know what--There it is!" 

The backyard was more of the same--too many flower beds, but this time also with to many bird feeders.  The guest house sat back on the lot, red brick like the main house, but less intricate because of its simple size or lack of decorations.  The inside was bare in a way that made her itchy.  Neat, he'd said.  Corporate.  But surely Link would fill it with his own things and create his own home.  Two bedrooms, a bathroom with a washer/dryer snuck in a closet, a kitchen, and an open living room/dinning room.  She showed him everything, and he nodded without saying much until they arrived at Flora's room. 

"The terrarium can go here.  This window faces..."

"East."

"...East.  That will be good for the jade plant.  But what about the peace lily?"

Link said, "It can go in the living room. There are north facing windows there. And we're allowed to paint." He shot a quick glance at Zelda to make sure that was correct.  "So if you wanted to--"

"WE CAN PAINT STARS ON THE CEILING?!"

Her squeal was so piercing that Ralphie scurried back a step, which was probably for the best since Flora darted around the room like a ping-pong ball describing where every piece of her furniture would go to best view the ceiling.

Link signed at Ralphie, "She's excited.  She'll calm down in a second."  And with a deep breath, Ralphie relaxed.

Link spent some time in the kitchen checking the stove while Flora explained that she would have to pick a date and time to align the stars accordingly.  For accuracy.

Link's fiddling with the stone complete, he propped his hands on the kitchen island that worked to separate the kitchen from the rest of the living room/dinning room.  "Well, what do you think, kid?  You like it?"

"I love it!"

"Alright then."  He opened up the folder he'd been carrying around, and pulled out some paperwork, marked with little sticky notes.  She quickly recognized it as the lease. The sticky noes were the many places he had to sign.

"You're signing already?" Zelda asked.  Shouldn't he think about this a bit?  Sleep on it?

"Hudson looked it over.  He says it's a pretty standard lease except for the complete lack of rent.  I mean, he had other things to say, and he's still looking over the other stuff, but he said this one is good to go."

That night after they'd left, and Ralphie had gone to bed, Zelda poured herself a beverage and flipped open the folder containing Link's lease.  She'd just meant to double check it and then file it away.  But it was too thick.  The lease was not this many pages.

She flipped through until she came to a cover page.  Basic Information About Link and Flora.

[queengiuliettafirstlady]

Lovely surprises

Lovely Surprises

Fandom: Ikemen Prince

Pairing: Luke x Julie

Tag: Childhood sweethearts Established relationship Fluff Gifts

Word Count  2.371

Author’s Note: A special day deserving to be celebrated as such for Luke and Julie, reflecting on their past cradled together on the bed engulfed by the same feeling that held them together since childhood an affection unlike any other that soon turned into a passionate tender sweetest kind of love. 🥰

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You can find me on AO3 as QueenJuliet 😊

Thank you for everyone who will like, reblog, or comment please be gentle with me english is not my first language so please do not leave rude comments I apologise for eventual errors I hope you will like it 😊

It was a quiet evening, the sun had set on the countryside stretching long shadows on the greenery of the hills chasing the animals seeking refuge for the night in the luscious forest, they paid no mind to the birds flying high in the moonlight ready to explore the valley where bees wandered in directed to their hives.

Here nestled in that peaceful forest stood a cottage unlike any others, flowers decorated the windowsill of dark rooms.

All except one, there cocooned in a soft sea of handmade blankets there were two lovebirds lazily staring at the spectacle of the fireflies playing hide and seek among the bushes in search of a lover, they had the luck to find since childhood that fateful day they met one another.

She stifled a yawn hiding her face in his chest purring in delight at his fingers trailing to caress her hair before sliding to tighten lightly around her torso keeping her closer.

“Ya know this was the day I looked forward to the most when I was a child.”

His voice woke her from her dizziness, a bit groggy from the pleasant tiredness of the day that went by, filled with laugh and chats enough to leave their throat sore and their eyes glimmering with happiness, one she knew he never think to deserve until she prove him wrong sticking to his side as she has to hers since childhood, forging a path for them both with the feeling overflowing their heart only for one another, love.

“And now ?” She looked up at him, and her heart jumped in her chest at the sight of the tenderness glimmering in his bright green eyes as he looked at her, like she was the whole world and to him she was.

“Even more.” She nuzzled tenderly in his chest as her fingers caressed his abs right above his heart.

“I felt the same.” His eyes crinkled with happiness as he continued on, trailing his fingers ever so softly on her hips trailing up from time to time to brush through her raven messy locks.

“It was my favorite day ‘cause I could spoil you.”

“Ahhaha like you did each day.”

“Yeah but that was special cause I could shower you in love and thank you for your existence.” 

She looked up at him, meeting his eyes filled with reverent devotion and unbounded affection he conveyed in a sweet tender kiss he left on her forehead, a promise of protection and an oath of love he would have kept no matter the cost.

“I always was so wonderfully happy for your choice to stay with me and immensely grateful you came into my life and brightened it with your love. When I met you I immediately understood  deep down the reason for my existence. All along I knew that I was born to love you.”

“Oh Luke.” She was so moved by his words she couldn't do anything and so she hugged him tightly, raising to brush a gentle kiss on his cheek.

“I felt the same way. I really was so happy to share my day with you ‘cause I was grateful for your existence and for you coming into my life warming it with your affection for this I wanted to thank you. I was born to be your lover.” 

Her words moved him. She saw it as much from his glossy eyes, he did his best to hide nuzzling in her hair leaving soft tender kisses as he tightened his arms around her.

“You were the only one ... that was happy about my existence” 

There was a wistful cloud covering the sun in his eyes dripping over his voice as it cracked under the weight of his past, of the feeling of being unwanted, undesired, unloved.

Until he met her and his world changed, binding their heart together in affection destined to turn into love.

Her make heart tugged in two as he tighten his arms around her, an unspoken plea for affection she was immensely happy he was comfortable asking her, without hesitation she adjusted better in his hug leaving a soft kiss on his heart before sliding upward to reach his beautiful visage she peppered with tiny kisses until she saw the sun returning to his eyes as carefree giggles tumbled from his lips. 

“Alright alright I gotcha. I surrender.”

“So soon my bear.”

“Only to you my princess.”

She dived in his chest reaching to tickle his torso, sliding on his soft tummy, paying no mind to his plea too focused admiring the spark of happiness springing in his eyes.

“Oh please give me a break.”

“Why should I ?”

“Because you are kind.”

“Good tactic but flattery won't work on me.”

“Please ahah it wasn’t ngghh flattery.” 

“I wonder about that.” 

“It isn’t.”

He looked into her eyes and what she saw took his breath away, pure earnestness glimmered in his leaf green irises sprinkled with such a tenderness   as she took a break only to switch her tickles to the feather light trail of her fingers on the soft auburn hair on his abs left uncovered by the half opened shirt of his green pyjama, whose color matched her long sleeved nightgown moving around her legs entwined with his own as she was almost on top of him.

“Please Julie be merciful with me.”

“Why so ?”

“Because I adore you.”

Taken off guard by his candid confession she didn't notice he had turned the cards on her squeezing her tightly to his chest all the while letting his fingers brush her back, pinning her down under him.

Carefree giggles rolled from her tongue as she pawned at his chest, revelling in the blissful tender smile curling his rosy lips.

“Come on Luke you can't do this to me.”

“Why so ?”

Instead of answering she pouted, she did her best to try and pretend to stay mad at him but she couldn't, not under the soft assault of his sturdy fingers tickling her in each place he knew so well to elicit her laugh.

In that moment she really felt they knew each other like the back of their own hands and tha through was enough to warm her heart, unable to stay still she reached to him brushing her lips on his heart before looking up at him pleadingly.

“Julie.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Ya know I am weak for you. Ahhh what could I do with you ?”

“Then you will have mercy.”

“Let's see why I should ?”

“Please.” She mustered her best puppy eyes, a Cheshire cat smile curled her lips at the sight of hesitation showing in his eyes, a moment she didn't waste time taking advantage of cupping his face only to lean her lips a few inches from his own before smacking a soft kiss on his nose.

She read bewilderment in his bright green eyes and even a tinge of disappointment, and yet she couldn't stop herself from teasing him even more because his payback would have been so sweet she couldn't help but yearn secretly for it.

Before she could think of anything else he melted his lips on hers, robbing her of any coherent thought as he entwined his tongue with hers, groaning at her fingers divided in his hair deepening the kiss while his fingers curled on her hips keeping her closer still.

Reluctantly he pulled away leaning back on the bed sneaking one arm around her waist, holding her close to his chest, smiling down at her as she nuzzled into his chest.

“Julie.”

“Yes.” 

"I hope you don’t mind me telling you this only now ... but I have another gift for you."

After a while he continued almost shily promptly reassired by the light caress of her fingers trailing from his soft tummy to his chest.

"I know me and your family already gifted you tons of things … but this is special.”

“Special ?”

Her eyes glimmered with curiosity as she looked up at him nodding as he offered her a soft smile.

“Yeah but for this I need you to do something.”

“Anything.” 

“Ahaha I am so happy to see you so eager to be spoiled.” 

“Ya know I love it when you spoil me.” 

“Good ‘cause I adore spoiling you.”

He gave her a gentle kiss on her hair, revelling in her blissful smile as she caressed his chest, his tone achingly tender as he spoke to her.

“Do you mind being a good girl and closing your eyes for a bit ?”

“Not at all.”

She covered her eyes with her hands giggling as she laid back sighing softly at the warm sensation of the blankets engulfing her torso.

“Do not cheat or else you will get none.” 

“Oww you are so petty.” She feigned offence pouting.

“Alright it’s not true you will get it anyway ahhh how can I resist you ?”

“Ehehehe.You can’t.”

She giggled in triumph before leaning back on the bed lazily draping her hand over her eyes.

“I know I love you too much for that.”

“I won't anyway, don’t worry.” 

She heard his weight shift on the border of the bed before opening the drawer of the nightstand, an ear perked to catch any sound, the only thing she recognized was the noise of some ruffles of what seemed like paper and then something light shifted the weight of the covers sinking near her hip.

“You can open them now.”

“Oh what a nice package.”

“I have done it myself.”

“I don’t doubt that. You are always so thoughtful and sweet.”

“Only for you.”

“I know.”

She smiled at him before taking it in her hands, trying to find an hole in the Emerald wrapping paper to take a peek inside but to no avail, far from surrendering she boldly took the green ribbon giving it a gentle tug until it came undone under her fingers.

Her eyes widened with wonder as she took the object in her hands holding it as it was a priceless treasure … and for him her reaction was an even better gift that anything could ever be, something money could have never bought even more because he knew that as long as it was him she would have love anything he would have gifted her, occasions he didn't let him slip by doing all he could to give her exactly what he wanted only to see her smile for him.

“Oh Luke.”

There was such a tender expression in her chartreuse eyes, dripping over her gorgeous smile as she looked up at him, still holding the little bears’ statue in her hands before cradling it carefully to her breasts.

“Do you like it ?” 

“I love it.”

Overwhelmed with feelings she nestled it on the covers before throwing her arms around his neck.

“Your love is the best gift I could ever receive, like your smile.”

“I think the same.Thank you so much my bear.”

“Anything for you, my little princess.”

At the endearing nickname she brushed her lips on his in a sweet tender kiss they hoped enough to convey the deep affection swelling in their heart only for one another.

Gently they pulled away only when one of his arms sneaked between them to retrieve the statue drawn in the sea of blankets on the bed, as they remained squeezed together on the mattress.

“I bought it ‘cause it reminds me of us.”

He took it in his hands raising her to her eye level indicating a little bear wearing a pink dress and then one wearing a blue one.

“This is you and me, forever together.”

His words moved her to the core he saw it in the glossiness of her tourmaline eyes she did her best to conceal nuzzling in his chest, tenderly he caressed her hip with his other hand tightened his arms keeping her even closer.

“Me and you forever and ever.” 

She looked up at him, gently caressing the bears’ statue, the same he placed it with care safely on the nightstand, before entwining his fingers with her own, squeezing his lightly as they gazed into each their eyes.

“Always together.”

“Never apart.”

“To protect you.”

“And make you smile.”

His fingers curled on her hand protectively as her own squeezed his in return, their smile radiant and warm like the sun itself, imbued with all the love they felt only for one another deep in their hearts.

“I love you to the madness my little princess from the bottom of my heart.”

“I love you too, my big bear, so very much.”

Their lips were but few inches apart distance he didn't wasted time filling in melting his lips on her own rolling on the bed as he was pressed almost on top of her, groaning at the softness of her fingers wandering in his locks while his own tighten gently around her hips holding her closer still as they merged into one another in that kiss a promise soon to turn into so much more.

Reluctantly he pulled away only to lean his forehead to hers engulfing her in a bear hug she didn't shield away from reciprocate, smiling blissfully at the reverent kiss full of devotion he placed on her forehead melting her heart with his affection the same she didn't shied away from showering him in leaving a gentle kiss on his heart revelling in the way his arm tighten ever so softly around her.

Ever so careful he adjusted the duvets around them both, sneaking his arm around her waist to keep her close even when they would have drifted off to sleep, reaching the dreamland together and waking up to the sweetest of sight at seeing each others’ smiles first thing in the morning eager to show their love in a more intimate deep way until the sun would have set and rise once more on the horizon leaving only the aster and the stars as peculiar audience to their love.

Their cottage was their own little world, a love nest crafted with the same affection that linked them together since childhood, toward a future they were crafting with their love whose unbreakable power melted their hearts in one, as they always had been and always would have, like written on the stars binding their destiny and hearts forever together like bear and honey.

[freebooter4ever]

Ok, during lunch i was goofing off by browsing the dat*ng app and came across a profile who 'liked' mine that was some blonde haired pretty boy with this as a tag line: "looking for the sophie to my howl". My heart flew into my throat....was i about to live out some teenage fantasy? I got incredibly excited until i realized with dawning horror that this dude possibly meant movie!sophie...

Full offense to the movie but the artists shaved off all the harsh edges on both sophie and howl to the point of unrecognizability beyond basic plot points. So anyone who is searching for the soft, gentle, pleasant version of sophie in the movie absolutely could not handle the slightly manic cleaning lady who enjoys bullying fire demons from the book. Book sophie is quite literally a bit of an obnoxious witch(with a b). She gets angry and expresses herself by murdering weeds. She enjoys teasing howl mercilessly. She gets panic attacks and wears the curse around her like a blanket to protect herself from anxiety and uncertainty. Book sophie is a fully flawed three dimensional character in the same way that movie sophie is a picturesque daydream meant for someone more in love with the idea of being in love than wanting to actually be in love.

But it also just annoyed me because this dude was unwittingly buying into the exact flaw of movie howl. Movie howl was remade into the idea of what women want: he's perfect, he's courtly and an utter gentleman, he acts like a prince. Movie howl is what book howl pretended to be when he went off on dates.

And the entire point of the book is that it took these disguises coming off (howl's princely fake romance character and sophie's literal old woman curse) for these two idiots to fall in love. Sophie starts out as a shy timid mouse, too scared to even talk to howl - she literally runs away from him when they meet in the market. She's so insecure and unable to be selfish that the curse is a blessing in disguise for her. The minute she becomes an old woman she no longer has anything to lose, all her fucks are gone, she's for once in her life just being herself. And she marches into howl's castle looking for a place to sleep because she thinks an old woman would be safe from howl's heart stealing (womanizing) ways.

And howl, meanwhile, doesn't know anything about this crazy old woman except Calcifer likes her (and calcifer represents howl's true heart so it's essentially his gut instinct), and he sees through the old woman disguise before she sees through his but the point is he's still seeing the real sophie - not the shy timid one (movie sophie).

And sophie sees behind howl’s entire facade! The book emphasizes that howl's towering powerful ‘castle’ is hollow smoke - it’s really a tiny three room cottage. Sophie gets to meet howl's real family and find out his working class plain mouse-brown hair background from an unmagical unglamorous world. Sophie cuts up his fancy suits immediately when howl tries to put on his disguise and ‘steal hearts’ again. That was the entire theme of the book: real love doesn't need disguises and artifice.

THAT was the teenage daydream: struggling with insecurity and posturing and a whole bunch of nonsense to discover honest true love underneath. And the movie was about none of that.

Teenage me never wanted the stupid princely version of howl. Teenage me wanted the messy, vain, spider loving, too soft hearted, cowardly, loyal, andre aggassi, stubborn-assed wizard from the book. I will never never forgive the movie for taking all that and turning it into something some guy who fancies himself a handsome courtly prince can put into his d*ting profile. 

Anyway if any wizards are in need of an old cleaning lady to befriend their fire demon let me know. Fire demon not required - i have my own, my blue teardrop of a car named Clacifer. And i have the spiders. And i have the facade of success thats on the brink of crumbling. And i keep heartlessly rejecting everyone who wants to date me. Shit fuck ive turned into howl. Except im also my own manic cleaning lady so maybe ive just hyper independently doomed myself to lonliness \o/