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with-my-calamitous-love · 5 months ago

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YOU’LL SEE ME IN HINDSIGHT

touya todoroki x reader

you spend one last night with your husband before he goes to battle shouto and endeavour.

angst/smut, mha official ending spoilers

part 1/3

inspired by wildest dreams

2 years of hiding. 2 years of silence. 2 years of putting the outside world on pause. 2 years of bliss.

to fall of the face of the earth with your beloved was possibly the most romantic thing you could have ever experienced. you existed in your own snow globe, dancing in circles round and round shielded from the outside world. but you both knew it wouldn’t be forever.

you had a quiet house on the countryside, surrounded by gorgeous acres of land. for you and touya, it seemed much to large for both of you. but acres of nature’s serene solitude provided the two of you enough time to escape from the world. you, at least, wanted to escape. for touya, it was more like purgatory. this is where he spent his time before death.

the backyard was perhaps your favourite part. you sat on the old wooden steps on the porch, eyeing the lush vegetation that seemed to thrive despite the ever-increasing fleetingness of the moment. soon, no one would pick the peaches from the trees, or harvest the sweet strawberries from the bushes. no one would admire the flowers that grew for miles or the sweet smell of life. no one would ever see the beauty of the land that touya todoroki loved you on.

you hear his creaky footsteps come up behind you, watching you as you watch the world- like you are his world. for a moment, he sees nothing.

“the magnolias.” words finally escape your lips.

“hm? whats that doll?” he asks.

you take a deep breath, prying your eyes away from the garden and finally turning to face your lover. your hand raises to point at the delicate white petals bundled together like a stanza.

“those ones over there. magnolias. they smell the sweetest.”

his blue eyes follow over to where you point as he sits down next to you. he simply nods, looking at the flowers you told him smelled the best.

a thought crosses your mind. you overheard him talking it over with shigaraki. you knew what tomorrow was. yet you were hesitant to let the words leave your mouth. you didn’t even want to dare it.

“…you know you’re going to die, right?”

the words leave your tongue like a curse.

at first, he looks over at you, bewildered by the statement. but touya isn’t dumb- he knows you can pick up on things. and he knows he isn’t dumb enough to wanna lie to you- though admittedly the lie is better. the lie is so much more comforting in this instance.

“…i know, doll.” touya tells the truth.

you don’t say anything, but your silence is perhaps the loudest thing he’s heard all day.

“its too late to give up on it now.” he says it like he’s trying to salvage it. as if theres any way to fix all the pain he hasn’t even caused you yet. he knows your grief is only inevitable.

“…thought so.” you sigh, getting up from the creaky wooden steps and moving back into your home. its a home that you and touya have built together. dirty rugs with tracks stained from his large black boots. your coat and his hanging from the door, his so much darker and larger than yours. the dirty bowls in the sink you have yet to wash, leftover from soba night. the memories, the dreams, the love. the world was about to see dabi, but for two years you got to love touya.

so many memories were suddenly engulfed in fire. dancing barefoot in the kitchen, trying on his coat that reached the floor on your frame, hugging him and feeling the warmth only he could give you. all of it was soon to be ash.

he follows you into the house, watching as you move about. he’s silent, since words always seemed to fail him when it came to you. theres a heavy tension that lingered in the house. soon, this wouldn’t be yours and touya’s home. soon, these walls would be haunted. soon, this would no longer be a home.

“you know theres no way you’re getting out of this alive, right?” you ask as if to confirm your worst fears. funny, since you already knew the answer.

“…as long as i take that old bastard down with me.” touya says, a familiar flicker of revenge ruminating in his brilliant turquoise eyes. perhaps love wasn’t meant to end suffering, after all.

and thats enough to make your voice resonate with that familiar crack of anguish.

“…what about me, touya..?”

he winces. he expected you to yell, to scream at him. to tell him how much of an asshole he is. how much you hate him. somehow, your strangled, quiet cry hurts more.

“you… you’ll be fine. you manage.” he’s lying through his teeth and you both know it.

what else could you say?

you turned away from him, walking upstairs to your bedroom. this was the room you loved the most. so many late nights and sunny, early mornings. god, getting to see him all tuckered out from the previous night, the deepest morning voice you have ever heard. his cheeky remarks, half lidded blue eyes looking into you. the way he pulls you back into bed, asking where the hell you think you’re going. all of that love was packing its bags and moving on.

he follows you again, not knowing what else to say but not wanting the conversation to end either. maybe he just didn’t want you and him to end, despite the fact that neither of you had a choice.

“i was never apart of your plan, was i?” your voice cracks again, asking him to confirm your deepest hurt. you knew it to be true. loving you was never something touya ever intended on doing. yet he stayed.

he only sighs, trying to find the right words. “i’m sorry. i never meant to drag you into this-“

“don’t be.” you quickly cut him off once you realize he’s not denying anything.

touya was a man of promises. he knows that he’s made a vow. a vow to bring endeavour down, to expose him for all the suffering he’s condemned him to. to show his father that he was the worst thing to ever happen to the flame hero. he branded that promise deep into his heart, and he had 0 intentions of letting it up now.

not even for you.

the sound of cooing causes both of you to stare out the window. there, perched on the window sill, are two doves- happily chirping to one another, unbeknownst of the pain just lurking behind the glass.

“you know, doves mate for life.” you say, looking at the smaller one nestling into the snow white feathers of its much larger companion.

“kind of romantic, isn’t it?” touya shrugs, also noting the way the two birds hold onto each other like nothing else matters. even with the ability to fly, to sore the sky and see the stars up close, the two birds loved each other like none of that was even remotely interesting.

“it is romantic.” you agree. “loving each other for the rest of their lives. even if that life is short.”

he quickly catches on.

touya swore he’d love you for the rest of his life. even if that life was too short for him.

touya watches the birds alongside you, their delicate, graceful forms seeming to symbolize something more than just a couple of birds resting on a window sill. they continue to coo quietly to each other, cuddling and nuzzling against each other, completely at ease and content with the love they’d found.

after a moment of silence, touya speaks up, his voice quiet and hesitant.

"you know i don’t want to leave you, right?”

wanting seemed irrelevant, here. it didn’t matter what you or touya wanted. fate was decided, against what either of you want.

“i know.” you say, solemnly. you rest your hands on touya’s side of the dresser, like a wounded soldier hanging his head low. your heart was hurting. by this time tomorrow, he’d be gone. the love of your life would be gone.

for a second, touya is lost in his own world of hate. he hates himself, more than he’s hated anyone in his entire life. he hates himself for letting you love him. he hates himself for having to leave you here, all alone, safe and stranded.

he’s then pulled out of his trance when he sees you in his drawer, holding the ring he’s kept hidden from you for months. a beautiful, silver ring with a sapphire as deep as the blue sea. alongside is his ring, just a simple, silver band. he mentally curses himself for not hiding it well enough.

his heart beats out of his chest, watching you slowly turn to him, holding the ring.

“you remembered i like sapphires.” you say, not a question but a statement. of course he remembered your favourite gemstone. touya remembered every little thing he loves about you.

“yeah… course i did, doll.” he says, as if its obvious he remembered.

he wishes he could actually cry when he sees you slip it onto your left ring finger. god, it fits you perfectly. his eyes remain mesmerized as you flex your fingers, seeing how it looks on you.

you legs carry you over to him, pulling him in close. you rest your hands on his chest and your forehead against his. touya’s scarred hands find their way to your waist, drawing you in as if to shield you from all the heartache thats to come.

“you know we can’t actually get married, right?” you dryly chuckle, your voice barely a whisper. “especially not legally.”

he hums in response. he’s well aware you two could never go down to a courthouse and officially commit to one another. “you think i care ‘bout that?” he manages a smirk. “i still wanna marry you. even if its just between us.”

“so, you’re really gonna turn me into a widow tomorrow hm?” you ask.

his blue eyes flicker down to your ring, his brain still unable to compute that its real. “i guess so.”

you smile, though theres an undeniable hint of sadness in your eyes that touya knows all too well.

“i know you don’t wanna leave me, touya.” you whisper, looking into his eyes, staring into his soul.

he physically feels his heart clench at your words. and at the look in your eyes, he feels a wave of emotion wash over him. he wants to reach out and take you into his arms, to hold you tight and never let go. but he can’t. he has to stay strong, no matter how weak you make his resolve.

“i.. i know i don’t want to leave you, i don’t want to leave you behind. but i have to. i have to do this. i have to take him down.” he says, gritting his teeth at the thought of that bastard.

“i hope you do.” you encourage. “fuck that guy.”

touya almost laughs at this, pressing his forehead against yours. “yeah. fuck that guy.”

“i… i hate him. i hate him for doing this to you. for turning you into this. for taking you away from me. from what we could have had.” you can’t help the tear that falls from your eye just thinking about it, thinking about what you lost. the husband you could have had, the kids, the future… all of that could only live on in your dreams, now.

touya’s eyes widen in surprise and pain at your words. he honestly hadn't thought about it like that before, hadn't considered how endeavour’s actions had impacted you, too. he knew that his hatred and need for revenge had caused a rift between the two of you, but hearing you say it out loud, seeing the pain in your eyes, it cuts straight to his heart.

he looks at you, his expression torn between anger and guilt.

"i’m sorry. i’m sorry I've put you through all this, doll. i’m sorry i let my anger and hate consume me. its all i know.” he says, closing his eyes. he can’t bare to watch you cry over something as pathetic as him.

“i… i think you’re a murderer. and a villain. touya.” you seethe. and he accepts that hatred from you, because he doesn’t deserve anything more or less.

“and i also think you’re a deeply traumatized person who was stuck as a kid who feels like nothing but a failure after, being in a 3 year coma.” you conclude your true feelings. he doesn’t say anything to that for a moment.

he knew that you saw him for what he was- a killer, a villain, a monster. but hearing you say it out loud, hearing you sum up his entire life, stung.

he tightens his grip on your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh slightly as he struggles to keep his emotions in check. he keeps his eyes averted, unable to meet your gaze.

“i know what i am. what I’ve become. i don’t know what else to do.” he says, defeated, like the end of a long battle.

“can you love me? is that an option?” your question is more of a plea than anything else. finally, he looks you in the eye, as if the answer to that question is obvious.

“you’re the only thing i think i’m capable of loving.” he admits, more to himself than to you.

“you’re the only thing thats made my life worth living. and im so fucking grateful. for you. and your love.” the way he says it like a goodbye hurts all too much. but its words you need to hear. making him feel love was an absolute honour.

you pull him close to you, wrapping your arms around his neck desperately. oh, to memorize the feeling of his body against yours as his strong arms circle your waist, pulling you up to match his taller frame.

“you’re the best i’ve ever loved.” you say.

“you’re the only thing i’ve ever loved.” he confirms.

“then spend one last night with me. as your wife. whatever you do in the morning is up to you, i don’t care, but just give this night to us.” he can’t deny the way you beg him- even though you don’t even have to ask. he was already planning on it, visualizing all the ways he was going to physically show you he loves you in the bed tonight. but he needs to make sure, first.

“are you sure you want that, doll? one last night?”

“what i want is forever, touya.” you clarify. “but if i can have just one last night, i think we can make it work.”

and once he’s gotten your consent, the rest of the night is set.

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most think that guys can only fuck or make love- but touya gave you both and everything in between that night.

the way his hands roamed over every inch of your body like he was trying to etch himself onto you. god, the way his cock slid in and out of you at an unreasonably fast pace. he can’t help that he wants you, that he wants to be the only guy to ever throw you onto the mattress and fuck you till your absolutely spent all over him.

“fuck. yeah? ya like that doll?” he groans into your ear, the filthy sounds of skin slapping together filling the room. “gonna fuck you so good. god, your pussy is so fucking good.”

he has you on your back, turquoise eyes drinking in the way your eyes roll to the back of your skull. to say it looked absolutely filthy was an understatement, but to you two and just you two, this was how you showed love. touya was never a man of words- sure, he could tell you that he loves you, that he wants you, and that he doesn’t want to leave you, but you both already know that. so he lets his actions speak for him: spreading your legs to opposite sides of the room, playing with your pussy until your absolutely gushing, and not even daring to stop even when you can barely form a coherent sentence. he loves how he gets you like this. because he fucks you until your sobbing- partly from the mind melting pleasure, and partly from the fact that you know you’ll never find a cock this good ever again.

and touya’s not usually a huge biter or a kissed, but god, does he go crazy over the way you scream when he sinks his teeth in. and he won’t stop at a few nicks- you’re funny. the way he loved you is agonizing. loving you manifests as an all-consuming entity. he’s driven wild by the pleasure, and he wishes he could just have you whole right now.

if theres one thing you learned from loving touya, its that the idea of love being just a feeling, a simple chemical in the brain, was simply incorrect. no. love is not a feeling. love cannot be summed up into a simple 7 letter word. love took over your senses, the sight, the ears, the touch, the smell and especially the taste. you honestly wished touya would just consume you. and not just for lust or for petty desires. you wished to become a part of him. he wanted to taste your flesh against his lips like it was god damn salvation. let his being be apart of yours as his lips bless your skin, begging for another bite. let him feel something that is so wrong yet so right. let him want something that feels too good to be true. because its him. god, the way he loves you as if he’s savouring the rhythm of your heart- only he makes it beat that way. he watches, absolutely mesmerized as your fluids drip down your thighs, watching how he makes you melt. in the end, the two of you are reduced to nothing but empty space. because you were touya’s favourite part of himself.

you scream his name until his throat runs dry, as he continuously chases the feeling of your velvet walls clenching around his cock. god, the way he feels when your nipples slide over his pecs. how you scratch down hid back, how he actively has to keep his quirk in check as not to burn you- not that you’d mind a brand in the shape of his hand. he’s already left his fingerprints all over you, anyway.

“p-please! ah! don’t stop!” you moan for probably the 100th time. not that touya’s complaining, he loves your desperate side. he loves that he’s the one who can coax it out of you.

you’ve lost track of how many times you’ve come. from his fingers, to his mouth, to his cock that felt like it was shaped especially for you. your thighs tremble around his waist desperately, begging him to pull yet another orgasm out of you. and touya happily obliges. he loves to fuck you till all you can think of is him.

he can feel himself unraveling, wanting nothing more than to see his cum dripping down your beautiful pussy. he knows that this is the last chance he’ll have to take you like this. and when you arch your back and scream ‘TOUYA!’ at the top of your lungs, he loses it.

the groan he lets out in your ear as he finally releases himself into you is mouthwatering. warm, thick, ropes of his seed stuffing you to the absolute brim. you feel your toes curl and your mind blank, only being able to focus on the sensation of his love melting away every single worry or doubt in your mind. the way the sweat from his and your body forces you two to stick together as he holds you against him, helping you come down from the intense high.

his body collapses down beside you, mustering all his leftover energy to pull you closer to him. he pulls the blanket over you and him, like cementing his rightful place next to you, holding you in his arms.

“could lay here with you forever.” he utters, somewhat hoping you won’t catch what he says.

“i wish you would.” of course you catch on.

he pulls back slightly to look you in the eye. having you here, hair sprawled out, in his arms. you’re covered in the evidence of him like your a crime scene- his favourite crime at that.

his heart clenches at the thought of tomorrow. that at this time in 24 hours, he won’t be with you anymore. and that made him want to scream.

your hands move up to cradle his chin, brushing your thumb over his lower lip. your voice is rasped from your recent activities as you ask your question: “can i ask you something?”

“anything, doll.” he says confidently.

you inhale deeply. “can… can you feel me here?”

you motion to his burnt lower lip, and then to his patches of purple, burnt skin, barely holding itself together. its a question you’ve wondered for years, yet have always feared the answer.

his silence is nerve wracking, before finally answering.

“yeah. i can.”

even then, you’re not convinced.

“even when i kiss you?” your voice is barely above a whisper.

he leans in closer, as if its important to him that you hear this.

“you’re the only person that makes me feel things, doll. yes, i can feel you.”

he inhales again, knowing that he needs to ask you this sooner or later.

“promise me something, babygirl.”

“anything.” you nod.

“promise me… promise me that when i walk out that door tomorrow. promise me you’ll find some other guy. someone that makes you happy and protects you. that..”

that loves you like he does. but touya knows that no one will ever love you like he does.

to say your heart shattered at that was an understatement. how could you ever even think of finding another man, when your heart irrevocably belonged to touya todoroki?

“…is that what you want?” you asked, still shocked.

the question hits him like a punch to the gut. no, he absolutely, unequivocally does not want that. the thought of someone else with you, loving you, holding you, being with you… it makes him sick to his stomach. no, he can’t even bare the thought of someone being tangled with you like this. dreaming of you like he does. loving you with a love so bright it burns- it made him sick.

and when he thinks of that. of you moving on without him.. selfishly, so fucking selfishly, it makes him want to burn the world down. because if it’s nothing but ash, no one will get to have you, even he’s gone. maybe to love him meant burning it all down, anyway.

and for a moment, he's tempted, so very tempted, to say no, to tell you that he wants you to never move on, to tell you to love him and only him, selfish as it may be. but he can't. not when he knows he never even deserved you in the first place.

"…yes."

and you have the audacity to scoff.

he looks on confused, and a little offended. what was so audacious in this moment it had you laughing?

“touya.” you call his attention. his blue eyes never even left your sight as he nods.

“do you honestly think love just ends when you leave?”

it stumps him, for a moment. like his heart stuttering at the thought. he tries to figure out where you’re going with this as he answers.

“no. i don’t.” he affirms.

“exactly.” you say. “it doesn’t. in fact, i don’t think i’ve loved you any more than i do right now. love is felt the strongest when its leaving.”

your words do more to him than he’d like to admit. he gulps.

“so even right now, you love me?”

the answer to that should have been obvious.

“i’m never not loving you.”

he manages a dry chuckle, pressing his forehead to yours. god, he wishes he could have this forever. but he knows a demon like him can’t enter heaven.

so for now, he embraces you fully, rubbing circles onto your back and hushing you to sleep. the cool air blows through the room, so he shields you with his body, wanting you to feel nothing but the warmth and the comfort you deserve. he may not be the guy you deserve, but he sure as hell can protect you like he his.

and for what might be the last time, he savours the way your lips bless his in a kiss. your the only name on his lips, the only one that could ever feel what its like to love him.

he feels his heartbreak as you fall asleep. he hopes you dream of him. dreams are so much happier.

“…i’m never gonna stop loving you.” he whispers.

and with that, touya falls asleep.

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builtaworldwithyourlove · 6 months ago

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Sweet

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1.5k / joel miller x f!reader / minors dni

summary: summertime saturday bliss with joel. Inspired by ‘Sweet’ by Cigarettes After Sex

warnings: fluff, dad!joel, boyfriend!joel, no specific description of reader, no outbreak, age gap (reader is mid20s& joel is early to mid 40s), just a whole lotta loving.

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You were never fond of sharing a bed with anyone. As a child, you hated sleepovers and always wanted to be asleep early. As a teenager, you had a scrupulous night routine which carried on into your life now. Skincare, meditation, reading and sleep no later than 10pm. You were a light sleeper too, the slightest twitch, distant car alarm or whistle of wind would startle you.

That soon changed after you met Joel and you stayed the first night with him. He was double your size and he made sure to hold you all night. He was a deadweight and didn’t disturb you in the slightest. After the first night with him, the loss of his arms draped over you was huge and you could no longer sleep easily without him next to you.

Joel always slept in later than you, and would only wake after you did, to you either stifling a laugh to some stupid cat video, or vigorously writing down your manifestations and goals for the day. He didn’t mind. Your face first thing in the morning was a sight he’d want to cherish for the rest of his life.

‘Morning darl’ he drawled through a squint.

‘Sleep well?’ You rolled over to face him, and he cupped your face and pulled you in for a kiss.

‘Better than ever,’ Joel rubbed his eyes and scooped your hair off over your should and behind your neck. ‘Coffee?’

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You both moseyed downstairs and opened all the doors and windows, ready for the heat of an American summer to fill the home .

Joel made your coffee, exactly how you liked it, with frothed milk, plenty of syrup and in your favourite mug, engraved with your zodiac sign.

He held out his hand and you delicately took it and walked outside onto the patio.

Wildflowers were scattered across the borders of the garden, splashes of colour and flickers of wildlife dashed throughout the morning dew.

A sparrow darted across the garden and landed the fence, calling out to the magnolia tree which shaded your patio. Joel laid propped up on his elbow as you both lounged on the deckchairs watching the birds and butterflies in the morning sun.

He aimlessly ran his fingers up and down your leg, gazing at you sipping your coffee, and smirking with a full heart.

‘Enjoying the summer mornings baby?’ Joel drawled, as he stood up and stretched. His shirt lifted, revealing a strip of golden skin and chiselled stomach.

You tilted your head, squinting as the sun glowed into your eyes. ‘I wouldn’t wanna be anywhere else, sweet boy. The city life doesn’t even compare’

‘Well this is your home now darl’. Can’t let you go anywhere now’ Joel winked and took your empty coffee mug into the kitchen.

You followed him into the house, finding the motivation to get your life together and not strip the man down to his bare bones.

He pointed a finger at you. ‘You, shower.’

You rolled your eyes.

‘Er, none of that little miss. I’m not having you moaning when it’s 11am and the parking lots are gridlocked and you can’t get your damn scented candles and bed linens.’

You were too stunned to speak, and cackled as he knew you too well. How could you be mad when he loved you too deeply to let you lose out?

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You hopped in the shower, scrubbing yourself whilst filling the air with fragrance that came from Joel’s mahogany teakwood shower gel. Women’s toiletries smelt sweet, but didn’t last anywhere near as long as men’s. And anyway, who wouldn’t want to have Joel’s scent lingering all day.

Wrapped up in a fluffy white towel and your hair in a towel wrap, you did your makeup, brushed out your lashes and eyebrows, and drowned yourself in Lost Cherry. Your signature scent.

You decided on a linen co ord, baby pink with shorts and a long sleeved shirt, which you had unbuttoned slightly lower than normal, but smart enough to leave enough to the imagination.

You danced down the stairs, hearing Joel and Sarah playing in the garden. Breakfast had been made and you invited Sarah to join you on your Saturday shopping trip before Joel had to go to work

‘Come on peanut, I’ll treat you to the soda shaped candle you wanted’ you called to Sarah and grabbed your purse and some snacks, of course. Sarah ran upstairs to find one of her favourite dresses and matching bows. You prayed she’d never grow up out of her tutu dress stage for any occasion.

Joel looked like a dream, in his cargos and tight fitting flannel. The sky could be on fire and this man would still be wearing a flannel insisting it’s never too hot. He smelt like coffee and cigarette ash, and cedarwood.

He grabbed your waist, threatening to tilt you backwards over the garden sprinkler. You yelped and whacked him off with your purse and whispered seductively ‘That’s just taken away your chance to see what’s underneath my outfit.’

He fell to his knees and lunged into you, your knees buckling as he stood up with you over his shoulders. He ran into the kitchen, still holding you as if he was a fireman and the garden was a burning flame. Sarah skipped down the stairs and immediately ran with concern hearing you yelping.

‘Ma’am, I’m gonna need you to clear the exits!’ Joel did his stupid talking down a walkie talkie impression and pointed to Sarah to give way to you both.

She crossed her arms and stood firmly in the doorway, as if she wasn’t 4ft nothing.

‘You leave me with no choice’ Joel seemed to forget he still had you upside down over his shoulder and squatted down to put Sarah in the same position.

You clumsily bumped heads as Joel flung you both about with no care. He dropped you on the sofa and Sarah on the armchair.

You were out of breath from laughing and trying to keep some of your dignity.

Joel realised the time, he had to leave in two minutes to go to the site.

‘Well girls, thanks for holding me up’ he jokingly muttered, trying to imitate the attitude you and Sarah sometimes give him.

Sarah looked at you and you both shook your head and giggled. Joel chucked you the car keys and you and Sarah went out to do some shopping.

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After facing the trenches of a retail park in scorching heat, you headed home. Joel had called to say he would be home before you and asked what cocktail you wanted lined up.

Sarah was asleep in her car seat, and you reversed onto the drive, texting Joel to grab Sarah while you got the bags.

Joel’s eye widened and jaw went slack as he saw you unload the car.

‘Baby, if I see another throw cushion I may have to scream.’ Joel delivered the most deadpan one liners sometimes, digging at your femininity and weakness for home furnishings.

‘Don’t act like you don’t fall asleep on them every single night half way through the film you decided to pick’ you shut the car door and let Joel chuckle as he went and layed Sarah on the sofa.

‘What’s for dinner baby?’ Joel asked.

‘Not sure, ask Sarah when she wakes up what she wants, I got groceries yesterday so she can pick’ you kissed his cheek and reached up for the wine glasses.

You gestured at Joel if he wanted some, and he pulled the cork out of the half finished wine bottle from last night with his teeth.

You began to crumble under how hot this man was, until he blew the cork out of his mouth and aimed it for your head. He laughed like a boy and smacked your ass as you rolled your eyes.

‘You know Miller, for someone who likes sex so much, you’re doing an awful lot to sabotage your chances of getting some tonight’ you tapped him on the hip with your foot, and he grabbed your ankle trying to trip you up.

‘You can’t resist this boyish charm, baby’ he winked and showed his perfect white teeth through a grin.

Sarah came tiptoeing into the kitchen and cuddled her daddy. You sat on the breakfast stool next to Joel, and she clambered onto your lap. You kissed her forehead and she wrapped her arms round her neck.

‘Daddy, can we have Pizza and the special salad you make?’

‘Anything for my princesses’ Joel stood and wrapped his thick arms round you both, before getting dinner ready for you all.

Sarah picked up your phone and scrolled through your playlist, picking the song you were humming as you drove earlier.

‘It’s so sweet, knowing that you love me. Though we don’t need to say it to eachother, sweet’

‘I love you’ you mouthed to Joel. Your eyes welled up as the song played and filled your heart with an overwhelming feeling of how happy you were.

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exodusin · 5 months ago

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♱ — 𝖌𝖆𝖗𝖉𝖊𝖓𝖘 𝖎𝖓 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖍𝖆𝖎𝖗 𖤐 bill cipher x mermaid!reader ; triangle bill only in this blog, no twinkifacation of the nation, bill is an ass but we love him the way he is. Bill is obsessed with you in his own way, bill calls reader ‘Bubbles’

* ੈ✩‧₊˚

You swam gracefully through the clear, turquoise waters, your (favorite color) tail shimmering as you moved. Reaching the surface, you rested on a large boulder, gazing out at the gentle waves as the cool wind caressed your wet skin and hair.

Suddenly, you felt a starfish being placed a the side of your your hair, followed by a familiar maniacal laugh.

"Well, well, what do we have here? A perfect complement to my little tuna!"

Bill Cipher, your mischievous boyfriend, hovered beside you, his single eye gleaming with amusement.

"Bill, leave Astronomy alone," you groan, gently removing the starfish, Astronomy, from your hair and returning it to the water.

"Aw, come on, don't be like that, bubbles," Bill said, snapping his fingers. A hairbrush appeared, and he began to untangle the knots in your hair. "This wild mane of yours needs some taming, don't you think?"

"Ow!" you yelped, wincing as he worked through a particularly stubborn tangle. "Is it really that bad?"

Bill chuckled, his eye crinkling with mirth. "That bad? It's downright terrible! But not to worry, your handsome boyfriend will fix it up in no time."

You tensed as you heard the snip of scissors, quickly turning your head to stop him. "Oh, no, you don't! That's not happening!"

Diving back into the water, you swam away, but Bill's magic quickly pulled you back to the boulder.

"Aw, come on, my sweet bubbles," he said, rubbing your head. "It's just a little hair. You know I have the power to make it grow back, good as new."

Before you could protest, Bill swiftly cut off the tangled chunk, and you cringed at the uneven layers. But in a blink, the hair magically grew back, looking as beautiful as it had been before.

"They’re, all better," Bill said, a satisfied ‘smile’ on his ‘face’ or triangle body. He then began to style your hair, carefully placing pearls, magnolias, and small seashells throughout the strands.

"Look at you, my lovely little mermaid," he said, admiring his handiwork. "Everyone, give me a round of applause for my work for making the beautiful (name)’s hair unknotted!"

With a wave of his hand, Bill summoned nearby fish and dolphins, using his magic to bring them out of the water and have them praise him.

"Bill, wait!" you exclaimed. "They can't breathe out of the water!"

Bill groaned and released the creatures, who quickly swam back to the safety of the ocean.

"Ah, yes, the good old mermaid concern," Bill said, his eye rolling as he placed his hands on his ‘hips’. "But remember that time you bit that dolphin's tail? Priceless!"

You smirked, remembering the incident. "He tasted funny, but hon, you can't do that. Sea creatures can't breathe air."

"Then you must be a sea goddess, my dear," Bill said, his eyelid forming into lips as he began to shower your hand and arm with kisses, working his way up to your hair. "Because you can breathe both air and water."

You smiled and blushed, reveling in his affectionate gestures. "What are you doing, hon?"

"Worshipping you, of course," Bill replied, his tone playful yet sincere. "What else?"

As you sighed in bliss, unaware, Bill secretly collected a strand of your hair, along with a piece of your gill and a piece of jewelry you had "lost." He would treasure these mementos, keeping them safe in a special book, where he could indulge in their magical scent whenever he was alone.

#gravity falls #the book of bill #bill cipher #bill cipher x reader #bill cipher x you #I hate the word y/n you have all failed to use it #mermaid reader

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jeonginsleftcheek · 4 months ago

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The sun to me

Chapter V. Carved.

pairing: hwang hyunjin x afab!reader

word count: 2.8k

chapter summary: what's carved into the mind becomes carved into the wood, etched forever in the heart even if it bleeds.

warnings: angsty, mentions of drugs, vague descriptions of self-harm and suicide, overall sad chapter

~ Masterlist for the series

~ next part

🤍 Magnolia - perseverance and determination

Isaac stands turned towards the window, his warm brown eyes roam everywhere they can, catching the fleeting sparkle of golden sun rays reflecting off of different surfaces, casting the glow into his irises.

The quiet afternoon is welcoming and warm as he sips on his herbal tea and enjoys the almost completely still world around him.

If he was asked 30 years ago where does he see himself in the future, this is not what he would ever imagine.

Always leading a busy life, living in a hurry, running with the crazy world around him, not ever once stopping to smell the roses.

What was he in a hurry to do? Hurry to see more, hurry to get it done, hurry to die?

He has no idea what kind of force drove him back then, maybe it was just the youthful energy he was filled with back then.

He'd like to think he's calmer and wiser now, flowing like a gentle stream rather than a fast and rambunctious river.

The door closes behind him and he turns slowly to be greeted by the said fast and rambunctious river taking the shape of a young man known by the name Hyunjin.

His backpack is slinged on one shoulder, his jeans are dirtied, his hair is slightly messy and his face wears a blissful and giddy smile, one that Isaac recognizes as he himself wore the same smile many years before.

"Afternoon, Hyunjin."- he greets the young man.

"Afternoon."- Hyunjin answers with a nod, the big smile never ceasing from his lips.

"You look rather joyful."- Isaac says, finishing his tea.

"Oh well, I had a really good day. I planted petunias."- he says, not revealing too much. "And I really need to take a shower now."- he laughs.

"Alright, don't let me stop you from your plans."- Isaac lifts his hand up in surrender. "Do join me in my studio later, please."

"Oh that! Right, I will I promise."- Hyunjin says before hurrying up to his room.

Isaac lets out a quiet chuckle before making his way to his beloved studio.

In the early evening hours, Hyunjin finally gathers the courage to knock on the big wooden door leading to Isaac's studio.

"Come in, come in."- he hears him say, his voice muffled.

Hyunjin opens the door and is immediately hit by the intense smell of wood and varnish, even stronger in the studio than in the rest of the house. If he takes a deep breath in, he thinks he might be sick but at the surface it's not too unpleasant to his senses.

"You'll get used to it quickly."- Isaac chuckles, noticing the young man's face is scrunched up.

"Come, sit here."- Isaac beckons, patting the chair next to him and Hyunjin sits down in the creaky seat.

The studio is big, even bigger than the living room and the dining room together, huge glass windows letting the afternoon sun in as it casts a glow on all of the wooden furniture and sculptures scattered everywhere.

For a moment, it looks as if though the wood is expanding and breathing, like it's still alive, but it's just a trick of the mind, swirling the patterns on the different works of art in Hyunjin's eyes.

He then looks at the table, his eyes roaming all over the different tools and wood chunks spread before the two of them.

"You ready to learn some whittling?"- Isaac smiles, excited to be someone's teacher again, like he was to his son. He wishes he'd been a better teacher then, not just giving him lectures about how his hands should move but also how to help his heart come out of the depths of despair.

"Ready as I'll ever be."- Hyunjin is in a good mood, transferring the giddiness to Isaac.

"We are using basswood today. It has fine texture and it's good for beginners like you."- Isaac says.

"What are we gonna make?"- Hyunjin asks.

"You can make whatever you want and I will guide you how to do it. But you'll need some protection first."- Isaac gives Hyunjin a slice resisting glove for the hand which will hold the wood, and a thumb guard for pushing onto the back of the blade safely.

"I don't know what I can do."- Hyunjin chuckles awkwardly and Isaac shakes his head.

"Maybe let's start with some type of animal or a face, that's easy."

"Doesn't sound easy."- Hyunjin chuckles and Isaac gives him a piece of the wood and a pencil.

"Draw out an owl, for example. You have to sketch before actually dealing with the knife."- Isaac has another bigger and already half-done sculpture of a woman with a dress flying around her as she dances.

Hyunjin does as he said, the familiarity of sketching before doing something he's never done before brings him a peace of mind.

"How did you decide to do this?"- Hyunjin suddenly asks and Isaac looks up from his sculpture, with a small smile.

"Short or long version?"- he asks.

"I like long stories."- Hyunjin gives Isaac a big smile and Isaac leans back, putting his knife down onto the table.

Isaac was 6 years old when he sat in the very same studio for the first time with his father. Every single day, his father would spend hours in the room and little Isaac always wondered what was so interesting in there that it takes up so much of his father's attention.

He thought that there must be something very important and magical about that room, when his father spent more time in there than in any other room of their house.

His mother always told him not to bother him but Isaac was too curious for his own good and one day he stumbled inside. His father turned around with a startle as he was concentrating on measuring wood planks.

"Isaac!"- he exclaimed before putting his tools down.

"What are you doing daddy?"- he'd asked and his father sighed, coming closer to him and gently putting his hands on his son's shoulders.

"I'm making furniture. You know the table in the dining room where we sit and eat every day? I carved that with my own hands."

"Really?! Is it magic?"- Isaac's eyes are wide as he stares up at his father who chuckles endearingly at him.

"No son, it's hard work. I'll teach you some day, right now you're too small and it's dangerous for you. But you can watch while I make measurements and decorate."- he said and Isaac nodded excitedly, joining his dad.

Isaac was 16 when he decided to become a woodworker like his father, following right in his footsteps. He holed himself up in his father's studio when he'd succumbed to his sickness, leaving Isaac only with his mother.

The smell of varnish was something he didn't even feel anymore, after spending so much time inside the studio, working with the precious wood, taking splinters out of his flesh, Isaac soon became desensitized.

His mother, the house, the studio and the furniture he made and broke suffocated him and he decided to move away to the city, to be able to breathe and open his wings.

Isaac was 21 when he met the love of his life, Celia, the most beautiful woman that ever graced this planet in his eyes, a goddess made to be worshipped and loved.

That's what he vowed to do as soon as they got married only 4 months after they've met.

She was a dancer and he started selling his sculptures and furniture, both of them working odd jobs to make ends meet before an important man noticed Isaac's work and asked him to make a sculpture for his big mansion, promising to pay him a big amount of money.

It seemed too good to be true, but Celia begged him to try and give the man a chance. She had just found our she was pregnant and they needed all the money they could get.

As it turned out, the man wasn't a fraud, he was someone who genuinely enjoyed discovering young and talented people, helping them become recognized for their work, as he owned a gallery.

Isaac was quickly invited to make enough sculptures for an exhibition, a dream come true for him, and Celia was proud of her husband for reaching such great heights.

But as it often happens, what flies high has to come down eventually, and while the exhibition was a success, and so was the next one, and the next one, and the next one, Isaac was becoming more and more greedy, blinded by the promise of the distant shining lights.

His wife and his now 5 year old son Leo came second place after the fame he was bathed in and the riches he slept amongst. The people around him were the ones with the white noses, crooked smiles and tainted hearts, and he became one of them. Just another snotty rich man, snorting up the good stuff, his arm wrapped around some random pretty young woman.

Celia endured all of this for the sake of her son who was different since he was small, a sad little boy, always on the side, never playing with his peers, always silent, his voice quiet like an autumn breeze whirling dry leaves up in the air.

Isaac neglected his family in exchange for material things and women, and as his son kept growing up, he holed himself up in his room, finding comfort in whittling.

The knife was sharp, cutting out wood, cutting out skin. There was so much blood as his mother found him, quickly calling the ambulance.

They managed to save Leo for now, and Isaac was late as always, making Celia scream at him and hit him as she kept yelling that it was his fault and he did this to his family.

Isaac would've cried but his heart felt stuck, so he promised to be better from now on, as he took the both of them to the house on the island.

They took a little break here, hoping that the calmness and simple beauty of the island would inspire Leo, and make Isaac remember why he started it all, remind him of his dear parents, now food for the earth, remind him how he loved Celia, carving her beautiful figure into the wood again and again.

But when the wood is rotten inside, there is no way to save it and make it right again. The constant screaming of Leo's parents added to his clinically depressed state resulting in the carving of the skin again.

This time it was too late when Isaac had found him in the very room where Hyunjin sleeps now.

Celia left him after that and Isaac went back to the city, drowning himself in insignificant shit, drugs, fake smiles and sympathethic pats of people who didn't care for anything except their wallets.

He was dancing on thin ice, almost killing himself in the process, not caring about his well being or anything else except numbing the pain of knowing that he effectively killed his son and drove his wife away, driving himself to a fast breakdown.

"And now, I've been here for a long time."- Isaac wipes a single tear as Hyunjin sits stunned, the wood and the pencil still in his hands, as he tries to process the life the man sitting next to him went through.

"I- I don't know what to say. I'm really sorry for everything you went through."- Hyunjin speaks quietly, afraid that if he raises his voice, the room will be disturbed.

"Ah, it's not your fault. I told you all of this because I think you're going down a similar path, isn't that why you're here?"

"Honestly, it is. My manager - he's only hungry for money. And while he pretends to be my friend, I know he doesn't give a shit about me as a person, he only sees me as a source of income. The people around me are disgusting, the type I would never imagine myself hanging out with before. I feel like I fell into a hole and can't seem to unearth myself. It's like something's wrapped and weighing down on my ankles, perpetually pulling me down into the underground. I had to run away and find a peaceful place to find myself again."- Hyunjin confesses, saying everything out loud lifts a stone from his heart.

"I had a feeling it was like that because you remind me so much of myself when I was young. And I told you all of my story so you can learn a lesson by listening, not by doing. It would be a shame to throw your life away on insignificant things and end up alone like I am. Especially when you've found love."- Isaac smiles knowingly and Hyunjin jolts, hand squeezing the chunk of wood in his palm.

"L-love?"- he laughs awkwardly.

"The smile on your face today, it's something I wore many times on my own face. It's the completely dumb-in-love smile I had when I met Celia. I know you've spent the day with y/n, since you said you planted petunias. So what I'm saying is, nurture this. Don't let it slip away through your fingers. Don't make the same mistakes I did, you can still get back on the right path."- Isaac says and he can see the cogs turning in Hyunjin's head but he doesn't say anything.

It's enough for Isaac to see that he's letting the words sink in, so he decides to move onto the tutorial for whittling to actually teach Hyunjin how to sculpt the wood.

There is some classical music playing lightly in the background as Hyunjin learns something new for the second time today, a few push cuts, sweeping cuts and stab cuts later there is a little owl in Hyunjin's hands, with it's wings and eyes closed, looking like it's sitting peacefully somewhere high up in a tree.

"That is some good work for a beginner."- Isaac praises him, of course it's not perfect and it doesn't have to be but being an artist himself, Hyunjin's hands are already used to creating something out of nothing.

"Thank you."- he smiles as he observes the little owl, the symbol of wisdom and intuition, telling Hyunjin to just listen to his gut and try to hear what his heart wants, his heart that has withered in the dry and dark city between loveless people.

"You should add some finish to it to brighten it up and make it resilient to moisture."- Isaac says, giving Hyunjin some wood oil and a paintbrush.

Holding the brush in his fingers and moving it across the wood, makes him miss the feeling when he'd let his heart lead his hand on the canvas, his eyes could even be closed as he takes a moment to feel the art pouring out of his soul.

The time when everything was simple and beautiful, the time when he took back what his mother stole for him, the love he always had for creating.

"Thanks for joining me today."- Isaac says as they eat dinner.

"Thanks for telling me your story and teaching me your craft."- Hyunjin smiles genuinely.

That night in bed, Hyunjin stares at the owl he carved that's now sitting on the night stand and his eyes travel up to the ceiling.

One of his hands is propped under his head and the other draws patterns in the blanket that he threw over himself.

His mind is buzzing with thoughts, every time he ends up thinking about the city and what Isaac told him, there's a knot in his stomach. He wishes he never has to leave, wishes that he never has to go back to the cold and cruel city, that he could continue living here, planting flowers with you every day, helping you take care of your garden, painting with you, holding you close.

He wishes life was that simple but it never is.

Hyunjin knows it's dangerous but he lets his mind settle onto daydreaming about you, creating different scenarios, all soft, loving, erotic, indulging himself with a fantasy he can only hope to live.

He falls asleep around 2am, mind and body tortured with thoughts of art, you, the city, Isaac and ultimately leading him to think about his mother and how she was the one who damaged him even before he damaged himself.

It's a vicious cycle that Hyunjin hopes he can break.

His eyes close and he falls into a dreamless sleep as the little wooden owl guards him, the moonlight casting a glow that makes it look like its eyes are opened and trained on Hyunjin.

And as silence covers the small island like a warm blanket, dark clouds travel from the distance reminding the quiet stars flickering in the sky that the calm always happens before a storm.

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curio-queries · 4 months ago

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Are You Sure?!

Episodes 5 & 6 Notes

It was very fortuitous that I've been so busy over the last couple of weeks as I really needed both of these episodes together to make sense of my thoughts. This post is definitely far more conceptual than my last ones so if you're up for it, click on though the cut!

AYS's Main Character?

I would like to propose that AYS has a main character OTHER than the individual humans we're following along on screen. (I warned you, this post was going to be conceptual.) And the main character is the relationship itself, how each of the members relate to one another.

Here's Google's AI overview on what this concept means:

A story can center on the relationship between characters as the primary protagonist, with the dynamic and evolution of that connection acting as the main driving force of the narrative, rather than the individual characters themselves.

Key points to consider:

Relationship-centric stories: Many genres, particularly romance, often focus heavily on the relationship between the main characters, exploring its complexities, challenges, and growth throughout the story.

No single protagonist: In such cases, the "character" is the bond between the individuals, not just one person's perspective or journey.

Exploring the dynamic: The narrative would then focus on how the relationship changes, adapts, and reacts to external situations or internal conflicts.

Examples:

"Before Sunrise": The entire plot revolves around the single night encounter between two strangers, with the developing connection being the central focus.

"Brokeback Mountain": The story primarily explores the forbidden love between two cowboys, highlighting the complexities of their relationship in a restrictive environment.

"Steel Magnolias ": A group of girls in a small town in Louisiana experience grief together, including weddings, fatal illnesses, and the loss of loved ones.

Now before anyone comes for me saying I'm just pitching an argument for xyz fanwar, please note that I included the above just to illustrate the concept of a non-person main character rather than stating any of the above are comparisons to the individual member's relationships. We're talking about a show that was produced and distributed for entertainment, nothing further.

Episode 5

My main feeling after finally being able to watch episode 5 was overall unsettled. There was something sticking with me about that episode and I could NOT figure out what it was.

I knew I was feeling like the entire episode was stretched well beyond what the footage wanted for a complete episode. I'm all for getting to spend more time with our fellas but the Jeju trip would have benefited from being cut down to 2 episodes rather than 3, in my opinion.

There was just a whole lotta nothing happening. The guys eat, travel around a little bit, and eat some more. I had some vague thoughts about how I could quantify some data for y'all to explain this point but then it was time for the next episode...

vs. Episode 6

And what an absolutely lovely breath of fresh air this episode was. I know there have been some Run eps that I review with a smile on my face throughout the whole episode but AYS6?? That was 73 minutes of pure bliss.

So I started thinking about what must be different between the two eps. The guys eat, travel around a little bit, and eat some more...wait, that's exactly what I said about ep 5! Lol

But I think the main difference between the two is episode 6's plot points continually focus on the relationships between the members, while 5 falls a little stagnant.

Some examples:

JM/cat & JK/dog. I'm ALWAYS down for more footage of BTS with pets but this is frankly too much time spent on these scenes. It's honestly footage I would have expected in the bonus content instead of the main product. It's not just an establishing beat or a setup for a callback, this is supposed to be a scene but since it doesn't contribute to the journey of the main character aka the relationships. It could maaaybe work if they'd cut it to highlight the juxtaposition of how JM is calm with the cat vs JKs energy with the dog but that would have shortened the time it occupied and they were clearly trying to keep absolutely everything in that would lengthen the episode.

JKs stew. The ONLY thing that ties this plot point into the narrative of this show (other than it happening while he's in Jeju and Jimin is nearby) is the offhand comment he made that Jimin would like it while he was in NY. I'm going to talk more about this footage below but this was absolutely crucial for this whole beat making it into the episode. This is also why the footage of JM eating it and randomly taking off his shirt was kept in. The cut they chose is actually pretty bad story-wise but they used it anyway. We hear JM saying how much he loves it and how glad he is that JK is a good cook. It ties all of this time we spent watching JK do something alone back into the real main character of the show (the members' relationships between eachother in different circumstances).

Anyway, I won't belabour the point any further. With Tae constantly disappearing from scenes and the slightly diminished lack of focus on the member's relationships, episode 5 left me on an odd note.

A Little Production Note

I was completely thrown by the footage of JK in NY that we got this episode. But not for the reasons you may be thinking. (I do wonder if the anon that was sending in asks about the financing behind the documentaries is still around because we're getting into some of tidbits finally.)

So, all along we've been trying to sus out as much as we can, just a few details about how AYS came to be. We've had some hints but the inclusion of this footage may be another indicator.

The facts as we know them:

AYS is distributed by Disney.

Jungkook's documentary is being distributed by Trafalgar Releasing NOT Disney (at least not now, maybe it'll make it onto streaming after cinematic release but who knows?)

Questions due to the footage of JK in NY:

Was this footage captured as part of JKs documentary?

If so, when was it pulled to be utilized for AYS? Did the editors find it or were the writers involved?

We know that HYBE gathers behind-the-scene content without always having a full plan of how it will be used. But there are times where it did seem intentional for a specific purpose. Where did JKs Golden footage fall in?

Once upon a time, production houses would make deals with distributors about quantities of projects that would be delivered. Was that the case with the Disney deal or has every single project been negotiated separately and we only heard about it once there was a confirmed quantity. Somewhere in the middle perhaps?

And that's all I've got to say for now. I do have some more thoughts about things I've gleaned during these last couple of episodes but it'll likely keep until the end.

Anyway, this footage bumped me because it broke the rules of cross-project production. They got away with it for JKs SEVEN footage in ep 1 because they likely were using the same production crew since it was literally the same day so it doesnt feel like they're'breaking the wall'. But the NY-Jeju crews could have been completely different.

Editing to add further clarification to this point in this ask.

On a sidenote, do y'all remember the last time we got footage of jikook in a hotspring?? I'll jog your memory if not, it was in BV:4 and they 'washed each other's faces'. I can't even imagine what we're about to see in episode 7.

Link to my AYS MasterList

#Are You Sure?!#AYS #park jimin #jeon jungkook #kim taehyung #vminkook #jikook

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rubyofthesims · 7 months ago

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all together now - a collective savefile - 2.0

version 2.0 of my savefile is finally here! ✨

i have completed magnolia promenade, oasis springs, and san myshuno. again, each family has relationships, careers, and skills that will hopefully make you feel like you are playing in a fleshed out world. my goal is to make a savefile that feels connected and detailed, while also still being able to run on most people's computers. i really hope you enjoy what i have been able to do so far!

download link and more details under the readmore!! ✌️

magnolia promenade

community lots provided:

family funtimes (bowling alley + skate rink)

pearl's tea & coffee (cafe, bubble tea, thrift shop)

spa petrichor (luxurious spa)

pappardelle's (italian restaurant)

oasis springs

community lots provided:

tuna maria vet clinic

the solar flare (pool + gym)

oasis springs library (bubble tea + thrift shop)

larry longneck diner

dusty terf gas station

san llama mission + park

landgraab lounge (bar + lounge)

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families of oasis springs:

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community lots provided:

torendi tower; satire society (comedy club), taste quest (restaurant), blissful body (day spa), office center

club delirium (nightclub)

pizza paradise (restaurant) + cloudtea (internet cafe)

planet honey pop! (karaoke lounge) + noodle nexus (restaurant)

stargazer lounge (bar)

skye fitness (pool + gym)

myshuno meadows (park)

casban art center

families of san myshuno:

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+ 8 original households/sims

required packs:

all expansions packs

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whereireid · 2 years ago

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𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐒

pairing: miles quaritch x fem!reader | masterlist

Summary: Miles hates mornings, but they're significantly better when he wakes up next to you.

— warnings: fluff // nsfw content; mild somnophilia, [dubious consent], orgasms.

Miles Quaritch hates mornings. The shine of the early light, though beautiful, carries an unappealing chill, a reminder that he’s got a full day of fighting for a cause that he's no longer sure is worth fighting for. He grimaces as the sunshine begins to bleed through his blinds, his tail flicking irritably as his green eyes adapt to the change of light.

His eyes fall on you.

You, so small, curled up against him, your entire body sheathed against his chest. You, held close by his right arm which is draped over your sleeping frame, your mouth parted slightly as sleep consumes you, soft, sleepy breaths slipping past your plump lips.

You're warm. So warm.

Quartich’s lips quirk upwards slightly as he brushes his nose against the nape of your neck, a quiet hum of content sliding past his lips as he breathes in your scent. Creamy magnolias, fresh-linen. You smell familiarly Earthy, like home, and a wave of nostalgia breezes through him as his tongue runs over your hot skin.

He can feel himself itching to get closer to you. He can feel his cock straining against his stomach, and his fingers gently darting down towards your plush thighs, parting the flesh carefully as he eagerly shuffles; positioning himself so he can easily glide his cock between your pillowy legs.

“Fuck,” he growls as beads of precum dribble down his lavender tip, smearing against your skin as he gently places his hardened length between your thighs.

Quaritch wonders if you’ll stir. He begins to move, his hips rolling lazily, his eyes flittering shut in bliss. He loves you, more than anything, but your sleeping, innocent frame brings out a more sinister side of him.

His sharp canines nip against your neck, and he flattens his hand against your stomach. His jaw tenses, and he wants to wake you up and pin you against him, rutting into you like that’s all you’re good for.

“Oh, darlin’,” he murmurs breathily, his body sparking with electiricty your thighs pillow his cock. He can feel your skin ripple with goosebumps, and he presses lazy kisses to the nape of your neck. “Makin’ your daddy nice an’ proud, even when you’re sleeping.”

He pushes you against him, needy for your touch. He has to smell you, scent you, taste you. He feels you stir, and he begins to grow impatient as you wake, his thrusts become sloppy, desperate and deranged.

You begin to wake, and a soft, confused sigh slips past your lips. Quaritch grins, and he clamps his teeth down on the crook of your neck, and you attempt to jolt away from him.

Your state of confusion sparks arousal within him, and he keeps his hand pressed against your navel. You whine and squirm, the feeling of his wet cock gliding between your thighs making your own stomach spark with desire, and you shiver as his biting sends pain coursing through you.

“Ow,” you mumble sleepily, your cunt dripping wet against his length as he slides in and out of your legs. “You bit me.”

“I did." Quartich responds, his voice low and dangerous, his fingers moving down towards your cunt and parting your sticky folds. "Good morning."

A gasp is drawn from your lips as a result, your body involuntary twitching as the pad of his thumb rolls lazy circles against your swollen bud. His touch is familiar and comforting, and you find yourself growing hazy with bliss.

“G’morning,” you say, your legs intertwining with his as he continues his lazy, sluggish thrusts. “You woke up excited?”

Quaritch hums. It ripples similarly to a growl, his chest vibrating, and you shiver. “So did you,” he answers, his fingers gliding inside of your heat, humming as your walls clench down around his digits.

His embrace crushes you, and your chest heaves with excitement. It’s difficult to breathe when he’s near you, let alone tangled limb-to-limb, and you find yourself rolling your hips with his, following his sloppy motions. You wonder how long he had been grinding against you, how long he had held back from touching you before he did so.

Fingers curling inside of you, warmth blooms inside of your stomach. Your lower belly feels tense, and you flush wildly as you hear Quaritch’s heavy balls slap lewdly against your thighs with each thrust of his hips.

Lips pressing against your neck, tongue drawing lazy circles against your skin, he purrs as you press against him. Your body is so hot, blazing with desire, and he feels that his edging is coming to an end. He doesn't want it to.

“I woke you up to a nice surprise,” he slurs, his voice tainted with lust. “Nice and early. Just us. Me and you, and your thighs and your cunt.”

“You did,” you agree, your voice breathy and lewd, your stomach pooling with an insatiable warmth. "Thank you for the surprise."

Quartich smiles as you giggle. “Tell me, darlin’, were you dreamin’ of me? ‘Cause you were already so wet when I started to fuck these pretty little legs.” As though to make a point, he pulls his fingers out of you with a lewd squelch, and delivers a hearty slap to your plush thighs.

Where his palm makes contact with your skin, a blaze is set alight. You whimper at the loss of his fingers fucking into you, and you buck against him. “Yes, I was dreaming of you,” you admit, your eyes flittering shut. “Please, keep touching me,” you beg, and he doesn’t protest, instead listening to your pleas, his fingers pushing inside of you again.

“Well, then," he says, "I’m sorry for wakin’ you up, darlin’. I didn’t want to interrupt your dreams if I knew they were about me.” His voice is bittersweet, cruel but teasing.

You choke on a helpless moan, your eyes prickling with tears as his fingers begin to, once again, work their magic. His fingers curl, and each time they do, a lewd squelching sound is dragged from your cunt, and his ears prick upwards every time. It’s a melody, one that he wants written down and tattooed onto his skin. Moans clamber from your throat as his fingers tilt inside of you, so deep that his knuckles begin to press against the curve of your ass.

“This is much better than my dream,” you whimper, your legs shaking slightly, your thighs beginning to burn from his movements.

He hisses as your thighs tense, cushioning the mushroom head of his cock as a result. He sneaks his other hand towards your head, his fingers finding their way into your curls. “I could’ve been mean. I could have woken you up to some spankings. Tainted your pretty little ass red,” he taunts, his teeth dragging against your shoulder, and he tugs softly on your hair.

Quaritch is bent impossibly, desperate to be close to you. Your skin is set alight, your body reacting to every slow, teasing curl of his fingers, and he lets out a breathy groan against your neck. Your pillowy thighs, your glistening sun-kissed skin, the faint smell of magnolias and your cunt, drives him wild.

“I’m gonna paint your thighs with my cum and you’re gonna stew in it until I finish training some of the new recruits,” he tells you, his breath hitching slightly as you buck against him, your cunt tightening around his fingers. “If you even clean yourself up a little bit, ‘m gonna beat that pretty ass pink ‘til you can’t walk anymore. ‘Til it hurts to sit.” He hums, his teeth clamping down on your shoulder. “Might fuck it, too.”

You whine at that, and Quaritch tugs at your hair softly. He doesn’t want to be too mean, not this early. His eyes are focused on your face, his pupils blown and sheathing his emerald green irises as he ruts into your thighs.

It feels like heaven to be pressed between your legs. He thrusts effortlessly, listening to how your moans echo around his bedroom as he fucks his fingers into you, the sounds encouraging him to speed up the rolling of his hips. He wants to hear your whorish moans grow louder and louder, but the sound of his team stirring in the rooms besides yours taint his vulgar imagination, because you can’t be too loud.

You’re never too loud, not when you know people are nearby. So, he has to listen intently to hear you, and his ears twitch as he desperately tries to pick up on your pleasurable noises.

He forces himself to slow down, focusing on you. Your breathing, the soft sound of your breathy moans. Your parted lips, pump and needy, begging to be kissed, and he tries — oh, Lord, does he try, moving desperately to press a kiss to the corner of your mouth — but it’s impossible. He’s bent and you’re curled and the position you’re in is leaving both of your muscles burning, but the desire for more pleasure overrides the neurons of pain which shoot through you.

You sound like an angel. You look like an angel, and he wants to taint you. Ruin you. You’re feathery and soft, so symbolic; heavenly. He wants to drag you to the depths of hell with him, and he feels the head of his cock twitch as you moan his name.

“Please,” you whimper, and he drags his hand away from your hair, moving it down towards your breast. You gasp and push and pull away from him as his fingers roll the sensitive nub between his index and forefinger.

“Please what?” He asks, his voice low and playful as his touch sends sparks coursing through your system. When you don’t speak, instead panting and whining, writhing from his touch, he says, “please, what?”

You can feel the gentle thrumming of his heart against your chest as he toys with you. He keeps toying with your nipples, and then he presses his hand on your chest, hard, pulling you against him, his fingers still working their magic inside of you.

Though he’s desperate for his own orgasm, needy for relief, the edging now causing him to burn and grow irritable, he knows what he wants for you. He wants to hear his angel beg; wants you to fall from heaven and join him in his depths of despair. Your muscles grow rigid, and your thighs clench as he bites you again, lapping up the crimson blood which spills as a result of his canines piercing your skin.

“Please, can I cum?”

He smirks. “Yes, darlin’, you may.”

A choked sob racks through your chest at his words, tears sliding down your cheeks. You clench around his fingers as you cum, your thighs convulsing, twitching, sending him over his own edge. You paint his blue fingers white, the product of your orgasm sticking against his skin, and he lets out a dirty groan as you squeeze his cock, sheathing him in a disgusting brood of pleasure.

Your thighs glisten with your squirt, and Quaritch’s pupils grow blackened and blown as a result. “Oh, fuck,” he breathes, his hips jolting as he stains your skin with ropes of his cum.

You feel his hot liquid hit your thighs, and some of it is wasted on the bedsheets. You curl your hand into a fist, your eyes burning with tears as you grip the silk pillowcase desperately. You’ve orgasmed, but he’s still scissoring his fingers inside of youm toying with your needy cunt.

Quartich begs, “another, please. Give me another, darlin’. You can do it.”

He can’t hide his pursuit. He wants you tainting his skin, wants to lick your cream off of his fingers. He wants to hear you moan, pure and harmonious, and you nod your head vigorously, your body shaking as you desperately chase your second high.

This time, your body grows lax. You grow limp against him, a quiet whimper gliding past your lips as your cum trickles down his fingers, slowly, teasingly. He watches, his chest heaving and burning with passion and desire, his heart thumping in his chest as he readjusts himself, his cock rubbing against your sticky, cum-covered thighs.

Miles Quaritch hates mornings, but it’s better when he’s got you beside him to get him through his struggles of morning wood.

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urhoneycombwitch · 10 months ago

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Heyyy! Just a quick little request that has been TAKING over my mind. GN!Reader that LOVESSSSS photography x Rockstar!eddie. LIKE Reader will be taking photos of him whenever because he’s just so goddamn pretty playing his guitar. And Eddie will snatch film and shit for them. I’d like to think that they both have Polaroid pictures of each other. Bonus points if reader doesn’t like taking pictures of themselves but LOVES taking pictures of Eddie. I DONT KNOW I JUST THINKS ITS CUTE AHHHHH. if it’s fluff, smut, whatever, you do you! :D Byeeeeeeeee

as a film photographer myself i feel uniquely qualified to add to this tysm anon 💖

gn!reader, +18 mdni

Eddie absolutely gets you the good shit. he makes it a habit to visit the local camera stores at every city when he’s on the road, shells out for high-quality film cuz you taught him right and he actually listens when you talk about your interests!!

constantly surprising you with new gear. he’s never had money like this before and the fact that he can actually buy his partner things is so fucking thrilling. if his baby wants a vintage Rolleiflex with Planar lens that’s what’s getting boxed up for ‘em.

once you and Eddie settle on a house, he sets up a whole darkroom on the lower floor- lets you pick out all the details, hires a plumbing guy to hook up water so that you can do your own film baths. Jonathan Byers is equal parts green with envy and grateful that you’re willing to share the space w/him whenever he comes out for a visit 😇

before you, Eddie never really liked his picture taken, tolerated the ordeal at best- Wayne showed you an old photo book one time, groused about his nephew making odd faces and being squirmy in front of the lens even as young as 4 years old. you’ve made up for it a hundred times over, tho- Eddie learned quick that you wouldn’t take no for an answer when it came to your new muse.

you’ve got probably over a thousand pictures of him by now, in different states across the country, some on stage in full makeup shredding on guitar, a few that are widely recognized as Corroded’s album covers- but most are quiet, intimate. there’s this one you keep in your wallet, makes your heart flutter every time: Eddie leaned back in the grass on his elbows, soft sunlight filtered through the magnolia tree in your backyard, eyes crinkled at the corners and fixed on you behind the camera.

he’s got a bunch of you, too, of course- mostly Polaroids that are decidedly not for public eye. keeps those like a true gentleman safe in a shoebox under your bed at home: images burned into his brain by this point to take with him in memory while on the road. the soft shape of your thigh against a downy duvet, gleaming pearlescent with his cum. another of his hand wrapped around your throat, rings digging into gentle flesh under the blissed-out smile of your mouth that makes him ache somethin’ fierce just thinking about it.

there are others that he does keep in his wallet, more tame but just as searingly intimate, ones he’s taken after cajoling you in front of the lens or having won a tussle over whose turn it was to shoot whom. one of you with guitar cables looped neatly around either arm after a gig, nose crunched and mouth halfway to telling him off, irritation and fondness captured in bright flash. another of you stretched out in the front yard, one hand at your forehead to block the afternoon sun, the other resting placid on your stomach as you looked up at him.

“This one’s mine,” Eddie always says when asked about you, showing off the latest picture with a deep well of love and pride. he may as well start carrying an album for all the photos he carries of you.

#lu’s anons #e.m. thots from lu #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #rockstar!Eddie x reader #rockstar!eddie x photographer!reader #Eddie x photographer!reader

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georgiapeach30513 · 1 year ago

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A Little At A Time, Part 13

Summary: back to Georgia

Pairings: Andy Barber X Reader

Rating: Fluff

Warnings: Magnolia Mae Barber, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 6.3K

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*dividers created by @firefly-graphics

You struggle to sleep anymore. Things are reaching an uncomfortable space of pregnancy. But she is healthy. You gulp, as your fingers weave in Andy’s on your belly. He was always touching your belly. He is going to be the best dad, and you already see it everyday.

He didn’t just come home and greet you, but also made sure you squat down to kiss Maggie. Letting his hands move over the of your belly, telling you how beautiful you are swollen with him. The that came out of his sinful mouth are both ridiculously sexy and the sweetest thing. He followed you around sometimes with his hand on your belly because he needed to hold his daughter so much.

Maggie. You haven't met your angel yet, and you are so in love. You didn’t know how you could love someone you’d never met, but here you are, feeling her roll around in your belly, while her daddy and your husband snuggle up so close to your back. This is the heaven you have always dreamed about. All in one king sized bed.

Even the way he sniffs the back of your neck, as he nuzzles in closer is blissful. His soft little snores behind you, relax you a bit more, despite not being able to sleep. She is perfect. Perfectly yours and Andy’s. You couldn’t wait, and also fear the day that she’s no longer growing under your heart.

The worry you already feel about having a part of you wander around in the world is something that you are working on. Andy is great at trying to calm you down. Makes you look into his beautiful blue eyes as he asks you to count with him. Assuring you that you never have to leave Maggie if you don’t want to. That he would take care of both of you, and he would sleep better knowing you feel more comfortable.

You don’t know what you did to deserve Andy, but you aren’t going to complain. You wanted to hold him as close to you and your daughter as possible. Keep him there forever. Your childhood fears had been wiped away the moment the doctor said that while Maggie needed to cook a bit longer, she would survive if she came early. You were finally going to be a mother, and you would never leave her.

Maggie gives the center of your belly a hard push, making sure that her daddy knows she was in there. Andy’s snores turn more into heavy breathing as his hand pulses under yours. She was always the one to wake him up. It’s like he had a sixth sense that his daughter was moving and being needy. She is hungry, and you’re ready to grab the açai bowl that she had been craving.

Currently, you enjoy hearing your husband in various states of awakeness. He didn’t need an alarm, but he didn’t wake up quickly. It was a weird drawn out process. And since he could feel your daughter, mornings were that much sweeter.

What you didn’t know is Andy prolonged these moments. He wants to engrain every bit of these memories deep inside of him, so no matter what, he couldn’t forget. It is apparent to him that you don’t realize that you hum made up lullabies as the two of you hold Maggie. God, he could listen to your soft whispers to your daughter for hours.

Even with your rumbling tummy, you still thought of him, refusing to do anything that might wake him up. You are the most selfless person he’s ever met, and he wants to protect you and give you everything. Every part of him. And still even that doesn’t feel like it’s enough. You had a man in your life that didn’t understand your worth. What a perfect and amazing human that he had. And he treated you like shit. But because of that, you’re laying in bed with him, his wife, and growing his daughter.

It is almost too much for him to even think about. Those little feet that are pushing up on your belly were your daughter. You two fell in love fast, but it is true love. And Maggie is the product of the most beautiful part of his life. He doesn’t regret the quick marriage, but getting to see you all swollen with him and all dressed in white is something he couldn’t wait for.

After breakfast the two of you were on the road. The car is already loaded up, and he hoped you got some sleep. He tried talking you out of driving down to Georgia, but you insisted. It was going to take a couple of days to drive, but it was a new adventure, you promised. The one where you two, and almost three drive back to those Magnolia trees, and your Papaw ceremoniously gives you away.

When you make a sound of discomfort, Andy knows that he can’t keep prolonging this sweet moment when you and Maggie are hungry, and ready for the small breakfast. You had to eat in increments now. If you ate too much, you swore to him that Maggie had no room to move around.

“Daddy,” the sound of your sweet voice has him fluttering his eyes on your neck. His lashes brush over your supple skin, and you give his hand a hard squeeze as he peppers kisses on your skin. “Your Maggie Mae is starving right now.”

“You can’t blame just the baby. I think my sweet girl is pretty hungry, too.”

“Mmm, I was letting you sleep a little bit longer. You’ve got a long drive.”

“As long as I have you and our girl, I don’t care how long it is. Come on, Peach Bottom, let’s get you and our girl fed, and then daddy will wash you in the shower,” you whine, turning back to look at him. “Honey, just because I want to see you naked doesn’t mean I’m expecting sex. You know being inside of you is just one perk of being your husband, but it’s not the reason I love you.”

“I want to have sex with you though, my body just doesn’t. I have no drive or energy. But I do like watching you,” you tuck your bottom lip into your mouth, and bite down a bit. Andy had become a different beast since you’ve been pregnant. His eyes scanned over your body like you are a work of art. You wish you had the drive or energy to have him, but your desire was to have his sweetness.

“And, you’re getting no sleep. Maggie, do you think you could not press on mommy’s belly so much, and let her sleep?” Mommy. A name your thought would never be uttered in regards to you. And Andy makes sure to call you that every day. Every day he reminds you that he is making you into a mommy, and you’re making him into a daddy.

You groan, trying to sit up before Andy gets up first, and helps. “I’m fine.”

“I know you are, Peaches. You just want me to help you. I get it. Come on, let’s get our coffee and bowls. No more caffeine after this morning, are you sure this is when you want to drink it?” You giggle, pulling yourself out of the bed. He was a stickler with caffeine, but morning is when you always wanted to drink your coffee. It was the best start to your day. Along with watching Andy smirk over his mug.

“Andy, I love you,” your lip trembles as you look at your sexy husband pulling on a shirt.

“And I love you. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me, and you’re giving me all that I have ever wanted in this life. A home, a family, and now a baby.”

“And our dog,” you’d settle for a family of 3.5.

“Yes, the one we’re not getting until Maggie can name it herself,” he responds before kissing your lips softly. Leaning forward, he presses his forehead against yours, looking into your eyes. “And she can have whatever kind of dog she wants. But of course, you said no cats.”

“I have this thing against them.”

”And one of these days, you’re going to tell me what it is you have against them, okay?” You whisper out okay before taking his hand in yours, and pulling the two of you into the kitchen. Rolling your eyes when he makes you sit down, and he pulls out the stuff to make your bowl. He keeps his eyes on you while he starts the coffee. Pampering you when normally it’s reversed, saying that you were doing all the work in the pregnancy, and he was going to do all the work in the house. You can’t even believe he’s yours.

“Hey, girlie,” Andy smiles. Your hand had dropped out of his own, so now he holds your belly. “Shh,” he coos at your tummy, keeping his eyes on the road. “You keep mommy up too much. We gotta let her sleep when we can, okay?” He gives your belly a few pulses, and smiles at the countryside.

It wasn’t too much further of a drive, and if you are still asleep, he’s going to drive past your grandparents’ driveway. You look peaceful, leaning back in your new mom car. It had more room and is perfect for the drive down. Not to mention, he you look so sexy in it. He kept imagining what you’ll look like with Maggie in her car seat in the back.

“You know, you and me, we are the luckiest people in the world, Maggie. We get to have your mommy in our lives everyday. I wouldn’t have asked her to stay at home with you, but I’m glad she wants to. You’re going to get to see mommy all day, and when daddy comes home — Maggie Mae, I can’t wait for you to run towards the door screaming for me. You better be a daddy’s girl. Mommy’s best friend, but my girl, do you understand?”

He gives a smile over to your sleeping form; Maggie is reacting to his voice. She isn’t kicking, but she stretches out a bit. He couldn’t wait to meet her, but also loves being able to watch you change for his family.

“I never thought I would ever remarry, Mags. Wanted to. But I couldn’t imagine anyone more perfect than her. I’m going to spoil you two. And maybe, we’ll give you a brother or sister. But we may just think our family is complete with you. And you have woken your mommy up.”

You don’t open your eyes, just giggle, placing your hand on top of his, and the two of you rub over Maggie’s temporary home. “Andy, I think she’s getting a perfect daddy, too.”

”I hope I am. It’s what you both deserve. You see that, honey,” you lift up your seat to see that old dirt driveway come into view. Further away was the entrance to the magnolia field, and Papaw had got everything cleared up nicely. You love your life in Newton with Andy, but there is something magical about coming back here.

”Maggie, one of these days, you’re going to run through these fields, while me and your daddy have a picnic. Waiting on you to just grab a quick bite, and go. Oh, daddy, look!” You point towards the house, smiling when you see Mamaw and Papaw out on the porch. Him with his Swisher Sweets, and a new coat of paint on the house. “Mamaw finally got her wish. I love our life, but it’s refreshing to come back here, right?”

“Yes, honey. It’s nice to get out of the suburbs and come to the country,” he takes a peek past the house, happy you hadn’t seen the clearing. Your eyes are only on your grandparents. Putting the car in park, your Mamaw squeals when you get out. Running towards her, and she screams again.

“Oh, Tip, look at our baby! Oh, this is Magnolia Mae. Oh, baby, you are positively glowing. I am so happy for you, Mrs. Barber,” she gives the biggest smile over to Andy, whispering thank you as she starts dragging you towards the house.

“Mamaw, Andy can’t get all the luggage out.”

“Honey, you go on. I’ll get it, even if I have to make two trips,” he pauses to watch you walk up the stairs, giving your papaw a big hug before you and Ruby walk into the house, leaving Tip to look at Andy. “It looks nice over there.”

“Yep. Just where do you think you’re going to sleep?” He takes a long drag from his cigarette, and Andy smiles, gesturing his chin towards your room.

”I figured I’d sleep in the same bed as my wife.”

“Good man. I got a building crew set up to pay you two a visit. They won’t start until she knows about it. She needs to get a say in that.”

“I wouldn’t think of taking her say out of our house here, sir. I plan on having a picnic in the clearing after the wedding. I want her to be just as involved as I want you and Reba.”

Tip takes another drag of his cigarette before putting it out in the ashtray, “Mmm,” he responds before walking down the stairs, reaching in to grab a suitcase out of the back, “You’re a good man, Andy. I’m proud to call you my son…grandson-in-law. What my baby wants, she gets.”

“That’s usually my philosophy on my wife. She’s never done me wrong, and doesn’t ask for much. Giving her what little I do is the least I can do,” Andy would give you the world if you asked for it. But you rarely asked for anything. Although, you were buying a lot of things for Maggie, she had to be dressed.

“Just so you know, Ruby has planned for a baby shower down here. And maybe that guest room has been turned into a nursery for Maggie.”

Andy laughs, hauling the last of the luggage out of the car. Tip could be such a hard man to read. He seemed to want to act like a hard ass, but in reality he was the softest, especially when it came to you. Andy never got the feeling that he was trying to intimidate him, just that he wanted what was best for you.

Ruby might be the one that was loud and full of laughter and love, but Tip was who held the family together. Stepped up to be a father figure to you when your dad passed away, and even made sure you had as normal of a childhood as possible. Made your life full of fantasy. You wanted to know what peacocks would like on the farm, so he bought them. He would sit on the porch and tell you stories about the old gods of the mountains. Andy wanted to hear those himself. Tip was your rock, and the reason you desired to have a strong, but soft man.

Taking a deep inhale he looks over the property; despite what you thought you had missed, your grandparents made sure you had everything. He had built you and your cousins the cutest little playhouse, and you never did without toys. But what you had the most of was love, so much love and imagination. And while the three of you wouldn’t be living here, you would have a place to call your own. Andy wanted to make sure that the three of you spent so much time here, starting with the building of your own home.

Your mom sits in the corner of your Mamaw’s bedroom, watching as her mother gushes over you. Giving the zipper of your dress quite the tug to get it up, and wouldn’t dare think of blaming ‘that sweet baby’. It’s bittersweet having her mom get you ready for your wedding, but it’s a role she deserved. You never once called out your mom not being present in your life, and maybe you should have.

You keep looking back at her through the mirror, but when it’s your Mamaw, you beam up at her. Giggle when Poppy and Anna Kate say anything. Poppy’s eyes usually look down at your belly, and softly touches it. Both intrigued and scared of you being pregnant. Smiling up at you all the same, and knowing just how happy you are.

“How did this happen so fast?” Your mom says, and you don’t bother to look at her full on. It happened, and the legal part was already completed anyways.

”I fell in love, mama. I think it was love at first sight. Andy is everything I could ever have dreamed of, and then even more. He’s going to be so good for me and Maggie,” you take a deep breath as you look down at your belly trying to calm yourself.

”You gave everything up. Your education. What about…?” your grandmother clears her throat, and you finally turn to look at your mom. A soft smile on your face, and you rub over the swell of your tummy. “You just were with Cole for so long, and this never happened.”

”It wouldn’t have. I never slept with Cole. I was a virgin when I met Andy. Did you know that Cole cheated on me our whole relationship?” Your smile gets larger and you laugh when your mom attempts to interrupt, “Accused me of cheating. He pushed and pressured, and gaslit me throughout our relationship. I bet you didn’t know about that. Maybe you should look at the dent in my wall that Papaw kept there. He liked punching walls, especially if it was beside my head. I’m not sorry that Andy and I went fast. He’s perfect for me and Maggie.”

”But he’s not here.”

”And neither were you,” Mamaw’s mouth sets into a straight line, and she places her hand on the small of your back. Pressing a hand over your belly, before staring at you a bit dumbfounded. “Don’t act like you miss me now. You never did when I was a child. We’ll be back and visit. But I won’t hunt you out to see Maggie. We’ll come here, and if you want to see your granddaughter, you’ll come here, too. Don’t make me hate you. I spent too many years hating you, and I finally forgive you. Andy helped me with that.”

”He could leave you,” you shake your head no, smiling softly. “You don’t even know him.”

”You can’t say that when you don’t even know me,” grabbing your Mamaw’s hand, you turn to look at her with a smile. “I trust this woman more than I trust you. She adores Andy, and never cared for Cole. If you can be around me and Andy and not think we’re in love, maybe it’s because you don’t believe in it. I do. And I’ll be okay. We’ll be okay,” you say with the most severity you can muster. You and Maggie would be okay. “She has a good daddy. And I don’t want to talk about this anymore. I’m already married. I’m Mrs. Barber right now. This is for us to celebrate our marriage and if you can’t…”

Looking over to Mamaw, you also turn to look at Poppy and Anna Kate, inhaling deeply as you close your eyes slowly. Speaking silently to your daughter before looking at your mom. “If you can’t respect my choice of husband, I don’t — I don’t want you here. I want,” deep breath. One. Two. Three. “I want only people that love us.”

”Peaches, you okay, sis?” Poppy asks, and you press your hand up against Maggie harder, nodding your head. She can sense something off in your face. It isn’t just irritation of your mom picking the worst possible time to talk about this. But something else. Maggie would be born early. “Okay, then,” she whispers before waiting for you and Mamaw to walk out the room. You need something to drink before walking down the field to Andy. Maggie is also hungry.

“Auntie,” Poppy walks closer to your mom, squaring up with her. “I know you love her, so let her have this. I saw this relationship from the beginning. It was fast, but that man broke down all her walls that you and Cole put up. Yes, you. So if you can’t be happy for them, then leave. She’s having his child. She’s already married, and I have never seen my cousin happier, and I have spent time with her, and them. Can you say the same? Honestly. Be happy. That man adores your daughter, and granddaughter.”

”They don’t even know each other,” tears well up in her eyes as she looks up at the ceiling. She missed all the time with you, and knows now she’ll never get it back. “That’s my only child.”

”Now think about how Mamaw and Papaw feel,” she looks back at Poppy, her chest heaving in pure sadness. There are few memories she has with you, and most your memories are with her own parents. “Either you be here to support their marriage, or leave. Just like you always do. I don’t have to be nice to you, Peach Blossom does that enough on her own.”

Anna Kate nods her head at her aunt, stopping at the door as she looks over her shoulder, “He takes care of her because she takes care of him. She’s not a little girl. She’s about to be a mom. You’ve already missed out on raising her, do you want to miss out on getting a relationship with Maggie?” No one ever says another word to her. Letting her walk around her parents’ room as she contemplates the decision to let them raise you. She was just never meant to be a mom. And didn’t even want children.

And yet here you were, completely perfect to everyone. She doesn’t want to get too close or get too attached. It would never last. As much as she knows it’ll hurt you, it’s better this way. She lays down a letter on her mom’s vanity, and hopes everyone is right. “It’s better this way,” she sighs, walking out on you for the last time.

“You okay, PB&J,” Papw looks at you with worry, but your eyes look through the blooming magnolia trees, and all you see is one thing; the most beautiful man you have ever seen. “I could tell you that we could run away, but you’re already married.”

“She left,” you look up at him, and he leans to kiss you on your forehead, “And I’m not sad. She doesn’t like him.”

“I do,” you giggle as you look up at your Papaw. He was the best dad that you could have asked for. “He’s a good man to put up with your stinky ass.”

”My ass is not sticky,” you lean through the trees trying to get a better view of Andy. “Papaw, I love him so much, but I do really like to look at him, too.”

”I can tell. You two are obsessed with each other’s asses. What is up with that? Is that normal?” You shrug your hip into him before pressing your hand on your stomach, trying to hide the wince you’re making. “Your Mamaw mentioned something.”

”I don’t want to hear what Mamaw is mentioning right now. I drove for hours to get here, so I could walk down this meadow to my husband, and our daughter is going to be right with us. I did this for you and Mamaw, too.”

”I know, Peaches,” he says softly, kissing the top of your head. “I’m just trying to prepare you. Where is your Mamaw? Ruby!” You shush him quiet as people turn back to look at the two of you, hidden mostly by Magnolia blooms. Of all people to make you late, Mamaw was worth it.

“There you are,” he shakes his head as Mamaw kisses both your cheeks. “What took you so long?” With a shrug of her shoulders, but no words, she sniffles, grabbing up your other arm.

“We don’t have much time. Let’s do this,” she could sometimes talk in riddles, but she meant well. Papaw takes the first steps out into the meadow, and you watch as Andy’s face instantly changes. His brows furrow, and he bites at his lip. Trying not to cry before his smile gets so large. Mouthing I love you as they guide you down to him.

There he is, your husband, and this feels like getting married all over again. There isn’t going to be anybody officiating over the ceremony. It is just you and Andy saying your vows. You already did the legal stuff, now it was just your feelings. But now you’re speechless. He’s so handsome, and he’s yours and Maggie’s. She stills in your belly, obviously understanding how important this moment is with her daddy.

The moment where everything melts away in the world. You don’t regret an early marriage, or even being fully full of Andy. Getting to have your daughter during this time is precious. You can’t even feel Mamaw and Papaw walking you to him. It’s just him, and you, and Maggie. The world is blurry except for the three of you. Nothing about your relationship with Andy you regret. He is worth every second you had to wait for you.

“Hey, honey,” he smiles, wiping at his eyes, and you give him a scrunched nose smile, reaching up to wipe away his tears, “You have a few, too.”

”I know. I don’t care.”

Taking a deep breath, both of you press over your belly. Using Maggie to calm both of your nerves. “You okay?” You are fine. You want him, want this to be over, and for him to properly hold the both of you. You give him a pained and sweet smile, and nod your head, “I feel you’re not being honest, Peaches?” Not entirely. But there is limited time now.

“Daddy,” you whisper for only him to hear, “I’m fine, let's just…I just need you to hold us.”

You know exactly what to say to make him feral. The need to protect you and Maggie is so strong and ingrained in Andy that he just wants to make sure the two of you are okay. Holding your hand, while the other holds onto your belly, he gives a quick glance to your grandparents. Pausing as he looks out in the distance.

Of course that little creep wouldn’t want to miss this. If he was a glutton for punishment, Andy and you could show him exactly how happy you are, and have everything that both of you wanted. And the best part? The two of you are so happy, and even more excited to bring Maggie into the family. His hand scoops down on your belly, and Andy has a great desire to kiss you so hard. Everything that he is going to say, he’s told you. You deserve to hear those things often.

“I know,” you give him a whisper. You didn’t even need to hear his words. But you don’t recall seeing Andy ever this tongue tied. “You want me to start?”

“No,” he sighs. He just wants to hold you. You look stunning. Your dress blowing in the breeze, eyes shining with the happiest of tears, and only one person that mattered to him. He whispers your name, and has to use the hand on Maggie to wipe away his tears, “No one ever gets this kind of reaction out of me, quite like you do. And I know that the little blossom growing in your belly will bring on tears as well, but it’ll be different. I waited a long time for you, Peaches. And I couldn’t wait anymore. I’ve wanted this life with someone, and it was always you. I knew when you were confused looking at ice cream that you were meant to be my wife.”

You laugh, looking down at the ring on his finger as you recall that first night that you met Andy. He was attractive, and you wanted to see him again, but you never thought to ask about that night. “I stopped at the end of the aisle watching you. It must have been minutes, but it felt like an eternity. I’d never seen someone more beautiful, or someone who was thinking about ice cream as hard as you were. It was such a careful decision, and you needed it to be perfect. I didn’t see a broken woman, but one that knew what she wanted, she just hadn’t found it. And then you looked at me. And I realized immediately, that you had found what you were looking for and it wasn’t ice cream, huh?”

“The Andy special was such a good ice cream though,” but the man in front of you is what you had been looking for.

“I thought about you every day after that. Wondered when the next time I ran into you was going to be. Looked around the grocery store everyday. Yes, I was desperate to see you again, and I’m not ashamed to admit that now. My grown ass wandered around that stupid grocery store everyday before I went home, just so I could see you again. And then there you were. Wine. You continued to tell me too much for a stranger, but still I fell harder. I needed you. And one night I had an urge to look for you at Poppy’s bar. And I saw you in a different light. It was the first time I had seen you a bit more defeated. Why?”

This isn’t like any vows you had ever heard, nor did you think that talking about that time was appropriate for where you are, but you’re curious. “I didn’t want to be there. I wanted to be on the couch watching Supernatural, and pretending you were Dean,” Andy’s eyes close as he laughs so loud that it echoes off the mountains.

“You had me hooked from that first meeting with ice cream. That first time you looked up at me, I felt this instant need to wrap you up in my arms to protect you. I’ve never believed in love at first sight, but I have no other way to explain it, Peach Bottom. You instantly completed me. It was like I had been walking around with a part of me missing, and now I’ve found you, and we’ve made such a beautiful life. And our daughter is quiet, but needing so much attention right now. Maggie Mae, it isn’t your time, darling. She takes after you. Trying to steal daddy’s attention. Peaches, I have no words, just I love you. You have given me everything I have ever wanted. Wrapped up in this beautiful amazing peach blossom.”

“You’re a butthead,” you sniffle, having to remove your hand from Maggie, and wipe away your tears. “A big butthead. You know how sensitive I am, and I didn’t know all of that, and I love it. I love everything about us. About our life. All of our life, you are what I’ve always dreamed about. When I talked about my perfect husband, it was always you. Right down to the shape of your nose, and the bit of green in your eyes. That first time I saw you, I craved you.”

“You can’t say that in front of your family, Peaches,” they knew anyways. You are pregnant. They’re well aware how much you crave Andy. They could see it in your eyes every time you watch him for doing the most mundane things.

Reaching down to his hand on your belly, you can’t help but giggle. He is everything you’ve ever wanted. And your family would just have to deal with how much you loved him, and also how you love him. “This is our life, Ands. I don’t want to spend one day without you. I had saved so much of my life and experiences because they were meant to be memories with you. And now memories with – with our…our,” you take a deep breath, looking down at the two of your hands that lay on top of Maggie. “Our…Andy, I love you, we’re married, and I’m not okay, and I can’t lie anymore.”

“Honey, what’s going on?” panic, strikes Andy’s face, and he looks to your Mamaw, “Baby?”

“I think she’s coming,” you pout up at Andy, giving his hand a bit of a squeeze. You were about to become parents. Maggie is at a safe weight, she is almost here, and you have no panic. The man that is always your steady rock is the one not okay.

“I knew it! Ruby! Poppy!” You smile at him. A bit of a wincing smile through the pain. “Baby, why are you so calm?”

“We’re about to be able to hold her. Just promise me you’ll breathe. We won’t make it to the hospital,” if there is one thing that always freaked Andy out, it was yours and the females in your family’s ability to ‘predict’ things to come. “Daddy, I’m okay. I want to remember every second,” you did, even the pain that is racing through you. “Mamaw, can you deliver a baby?”

“No, Peach Blossom. We’re going to get you to the hospital. Everyone here, thanks for joining us, but things are having to wrap up unexpectedly. Oh,” she say, pressing a hand up against your belly. Trying to give you a soft smile through her tears, “Andy, get her to the house. Poppy, you and Anna Kate get everything cleared. And,” her eyes scan the group of people retreating, and yet one is walking closer. “Not the time.”

“I know the basics of delivering a baby. I…”

“Absolutely not,” Andy growls, his protective body covers you, but his hand never strays from yours. His anger radiates through his blood as he squares up against Cole. “We don’t have time for this. Please, leave.”

“I’ve already had Lee send an ambulance here, but you’re too far away. Peaches,” Andy gives a growl again. His brows furrow deeply at Cole, and all you want is to have Maggie out of you. Your head presses up against Andy’s back as a slow and pained grunt exits your mouth. “If you don’t want a baby to be born in this field, get her to the house, and let me help.”

“Why are you even here?” Andy wraps an arm around your waist, and motions for your Papaw to come and help get you the short distance to the house. Using them as support you have to cling to your stomach as you growl out again.

“I just…I needed to see her one last time. I was never going…each time I talk it stresses her out.”

“You stress her out, you asshole.”

“Stop talking about me like I’m not here!” Your voice raises with a raspy timbre. “Get me to the house. Andy, he knows the basics of delivering a baby, we don’t have a choice. Cole, stop talking, I hate the sound of your voice. And Maggie!” You scream, looking up at Andy, using his face to calm you down, “Your daughter is impatient! Tell her to stay in there!”

“I’ll take her being my daughter during the bad, just know that when she gets sassy, she’s your daughter,” his smile. Even with the tears in his eyes, it warms you all the way to Maggie’s bubble. Such a daddy’s girl. She already wants her daddy to hold her, so she didn’t wait until after the ceremony. “Okay, squeeze me, if you can’t make it up these stairs.”

Cole leans back on his heels, staring as Andy’s lips press hard against your forehead, and you cry holding the most beautiful little baby he’s ever seen. You were a rock during the delivery, and now your emotions pour out. He doesn’t know when it happened, but eventually he accepted you were never meant to be his. And the way that the three of you are in a safe space, acting like no one in the living room with you, and not one person is disturbing you. It is a testament to how everyone knew that you had found your person in that stupid lawyer.

Mamaw cries, hugging her husband, while Anna Kate and Poppy cry watching a couple turn into a family. Poppy’s pinky reaches over towards Andy’s colleague, Mike’s hand, and he turns to look at her confused. Your wedding dress is ruined, and you didn’t care. All you cared about is the baby you thought you would never have, and the man that was whispering what a good job you did. Maggie’s cries fill the room with so much hope and love for the future.

Cole presses his hand on his knee as he nods his head to Andy. He looks at your grandparents, motioning towards the door, “I think the ambulance is here. Does she and the baby have hospital bags?”

“They do. I’ll go check her room,” Poppy fully grabs Mike’s hand as she heads towards your room, “Help me. Papaw, they didn’t bring her car seat.”

”Shh, Pops, your Mamaw and I got the same one that they do. Not that she’ll be down here a ton, but when she is, Andy wanted us to make sure we had something for the car. Just go get their things. Go on,” he nods to her again, looking back at your little family. Nothing going on in the room registers to you. Nothing but your husband and daughter. Nothing else matters.

She is here. She is yours. He is yours. And you're finally a mom. A mom to the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. Everything about her is perfect. The last twenty minutes of pain are gone because you have her in your arms.

“Daddy, we did it. We have our girl.”

“I know, darling. We have our beautiful Magnolia Mae Barber. But you did it, baby. I was just here.”

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bloodcasket · 2 years ago

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A BEGINNING, AND AN END

PAIRING: Vergil Sparda x GN!Reader

WARNINGS: Not proof-read, angst, mentions of readers death, depression, loss, loneliness, a relationship that is crumbling.

WC: 1,650

DESCRIPTION: Vergil wonders what exactly he did that made him lose you. He breaks as he realizes his mistakes, and that he will never be able to hold you again.

A/N: This work was rushed!!!!!!!!!! I literally just had a vomit post of all my sad little ideas. Currently hyper-fixated on Vergil! Probably will write more for him. I imagined this concept last night, and I kid you not, I cried.

Marriage was a concept created for foolish beings who wished to bind themselves to one another. When Vergil lived through his life, blinded by a pursuit of power, such things like marriage were nothing but a stupid scheme.

Why would he wish to be controlled by someone? Tied down to them? Love was nothing. Love was idiocy. That is what he thought, after all.

Then you came.

A human, young and kind. You placed your hand in his, pressed your silken lips along his bruised knuckles, and kissed his ruined skin. You promised him love. You showed him peace. You introduced him to light and laughter and mirth.

It was then, after the many days of holding you and growing to love you, that he realized why people did such “foolish” traditions. He grew weak with you. Became sensitive. Was not embarrassed to be genuine with you. He had finally decided.

He would propose.

You had tears swelling up along your waterline, slipping down your upturned cheeks as you smiled, you sobbed the words “Of course I will marry you”.

He married you.

The marriage was simple, no one but you two to promise yourselves to each other. He had found an old church to hold the ceremony, the ceilings tall and pointing to the sky. The tinted glass waned bright colors over your bashful face, your eyes glittering with devotion before you leaned in to kiss him. A kiss to ensure eternity.

Your fingers trembled against his as he slipped the wedding band on, he had not realized his cool façade has cracked along with yours. He was crying with you, so ecstatic to finally have someone who can understand him.

Someone who won’t judge him, someone who will tell him it will be okay. To hold him close in the night when he had nightmares. To lay their head in his lap as he read out his favorite poems.

“Vergil, stand over by the tree! I want to take a picture of you!” you giggled happily, face contorting into an expression that can only be described as glee. You held up your camera, adjusting the device to be suited for the brightened, summer day.

“And what for?” your husband seemed annoyed, looking at you with a nonchalant grimace. “Because I want to capture memories, now go, go!”. You shooed him away, begging him to find purchase near the weeping willow tree. It’s arms swaying in the gentle breeze, faded green leaves swooping overhead, tangled moss falling to the soil.

He obeys, acting as if this was something pointless, but internally, he was blissful, full of pride at the acknowledgement of your adoration. He stands, watching as you snap the picture, and then returns to your side gracefully.

“Well? Was that to your liking?” he asks, leaning down to see the picture, and you nod with a grin, telling him “thank you”.

This was something that became quite frequent. You had recently started to indulge in art, and had brought up to him that you would paint his portraits.

And paint you did.

Your works were wonderful. Your art room his secret sanctuary. A gallery of only him, painted with oils and acrylics, colors that portray him to be a god amongst this tiny Earth.

Inspired by a simple, small photo of him. A photo that is always captured by you.

You enjoyed comparing his white hair to the color of a rich magnolia. Consistently painting him alongside the elegant flowers. You had told him once that they reminded you of him. They were sensitive to the human touch, turning brown from the oils of a selfish finger caressing it. They were independent, and were beautiful while they kept to themselves.

Just like him.

Relationships are hard. He understands this. He knows that if he does not give enough, the ones he finds dear will crumble away. Loyalty, honesty, generosity, quality time, devotion….. so much he must do to keep you satisfied.

He tries, he’s a perfectionist, but when you two wander in public, see the other couples mold into one another, he feels ashamed. He does not like to hold your hand in public, and he feels tense when you initiate certain intimacy. You would get bored of him, wouldn’t you?

He admires how easy you make it look, how you strip him of his clothes, settle him in the tub, speak reassuring words of praise as you scrub the grime off his beaten skin. He relaxes under your touch, wonders why of all people, you chose to be with him. How you don’t hesitate to bend to his will, run miles to retrieve whatever he wants. Speak honeyed words, just enough to make him melt.

You’ve helped rid his nightmares, you’ve made him feel alive. He only dreams of bliss, of divine moments shared with you.

Moments like you and him, taking pictures under the willow tree.

But yet, he cannot even find the courage to move forward. To give you the smallest things you desire.

He grows sour. For once, he feels powerless. Inferior.

He can never give you what you want.

Recently he has grown colder to your touch. Shallow and incoherent with any simple notion.

You will try to reach for him, your pinkie grazing the side of his firm hand. He only tugs away, resisting your affection. You will plead to bathe him, massage the ache in his shoulder blades. He only denies your wishes to care for him.

Your paintings become more erratic than before, a sense of gloom in their glistening wake. A sheen of desolation hidden amongst the thick lines of paint. You have lost inspiration. His divinity and blue aura that was once captured by the bristles of your paintbrush are now fading into a melancholic art piece.

You are afraid you have lost him.

You two seem to get in an argument one night. It is after an awkward vent of your feelings to him in the library.

“I miss when you loved me”, is what you confess.

Vergil shouts selfish comments, says he prefers to be alone. Says you bother him too much. Says that maybe marriage was the wrong decision. He does not mean these things. But you have taken them to heart.

You start to cry, the whites of your eyes now bloodshot. Hiccups erupting from your lips. Sobs that beg him to take all his words back.

He doesn’t.

“Fine” you sniff, “I will let you be “.

A sickening feeling blooms in him when you leave, your bag tossed over your shoulder.

When you pass it is like no other.

He felt it burn through him. Regret. Guilt. Loneliness. He knew something had went wrong.

Your body had been found on the streets, bloodied, bones shattered, arms disfigured. You had tried to put up a fight, that was for sure. It made him sick. He felt numb. Practically in denial of your death. Of your murder.

He could have saved you…..he promised you. You have given him everything he wanted, and yet this…he couldn’t even prevent this from happening.

Your face, swollen and bruised. Eyes blackened and cheeks cut open. Your soft lips, never to kiss his again.

If only he hadn’t been selfish, you wouldn’t have went out that night. You could have been here, with him, embracing him. Telling him that you loved him for all eternity.

The wedding band was still firm on your finger, your blood thick over Vergil’s name engraved on the ring.

Vergil kisses you one last time before your body is sealed in it’s coffin, a wooden box that shall keep your remains concealed forever. Your lips are so cold now, lifeless and chapped. Lacking it’s warmth and tenderness that you usually carried.

A part of him regrets kissing you. Your frozen face and your icy touch will now haunt him for the rest of his life. Terrorize his dreams.

Just a couple of months ago you two had stood in the old Victorian chapel, the stained glass casting an array of colors over your gentle smile. The beginning.

The last image of you is an image of death. They are lowering you into the Earth, shovels tossing dirt over the wooden case. An end.

Dante has offered that Vergil should stay with him, get away from the home that he once shared with you. His brother figured it would be best, a solution to rid him of his sorrow. The elder refuses every time.

Your presence…your glow. It still is fresh, and alive in the walls of the home. He must stay. He must stay for you. Sometimes he swears he hears your voice in the halls, your sweet tone making him panic and get up, just to realize he is only imagining it. He is only imagining that you are not gone. That you are still here with him.

He still visits your grave, as often as he possibly can. In the meantime, he tends to the tree he has planted in your garden, a magnolia tree that is fresh and desperately trying to grow. He wished he could show you.

There had been one night where he had a nightmare, images of you screaming and crying his name, pleading for help as you died, crimson leaking from your lips as you sputter blood.

“Vergil! Help me!”.

He wakes in a cold sweat, so terrified that it genuinely shakes him. This vision had stayed clinging in his dreams ever since your death, never sparing him mercy.

On nights like this, he rushes to enter your art room, sitting amongst your wooden work chair, now too restless and shaken to attempt to sleep again. He knew if he tried, he would only be met with the image of your lifeless form again.

He sits there, your painting of him underneath the willow tree sitting proudly amongst your art desk. You had told him it was your most prized possession. Your best work. He thought so too.

He cries your name under the glum luminescence of the moon.

He decides this time, he will paint you. No matter how bad he does it, your beauty will always bleed through.

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mahiiimahiiii · 9 months ago

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between a ghoul and a hard place

a/n: ive had this finished for a bit, not happy with the ending but i like to post shit. this was rather indulgent and i dont see poly pairs very often, i think next ill actually do a cooper howard fic and then one of magnolia or a fluff of nick being a new england dad. apologies for my chunky break man i was burnt out. hope this is decent im still not used to writing hancock. this is just straight smut and was supposed to be a drabble lmao

[cw: dirty talk, breeding kink, implication of subspace, bi sosu, biting, blanking, concept art john. ((johns appearence is based off of mintcrows design of john!!)), ]

“You settled in there Hun’?” Your hands drew circles onto the thighs of the reporter beneath you, her long black hair tied back into a loose messy bun which strands escaped from. She let out a low keen shifting her hips to accommodate the two things that penetrated her. The strap was settled decently, nesting against her womb, allowing the ghoul beneath her (albeit in an odd position) to embed himself in her gut.

“And you're ok piper? This is ok?” You cupped her cheek, thumbing the soft flesh.

“Enough with the pillow talk sweetheart, let's get this show on the road.” Hancock tilts his hips slightly, blowing a pin curl out of his eyes. “She asked for both of us, let's grant her wish.'' His voice was a soft croon, one he used when he got shit faced and sang to ballads.

You pressed kisses to the side of Piper's jaw leaving lovely bruises underneath her chin, her breath stuttering as you shifted your hips just a bit closer together.

You began as her grip on you tightened, grunting as you slowly pulled out, only to ease back in. Her walls gripped around the silicon of your pseudo cock as your irradiate lover’s knees pressed the side of your stomach.

Piper practically drooled at the situation, her blunt and ink soaked nails scratching into your back; She bit her lip catching the moans in her throat.

“You're always one for talking, why so quiet now?” John grunted from underneath the crown of Piper's head. You shivered at the weight of his balls hitting against your lips the extra plug that filled you hit a little higher as the leather sank into your folds. You groaned softly at the sensation, the quick slap upwards and the slow drag down as he lowered his hips.

Piper let out a low moan, her hips canted up and down for anything that provided a sensation. She squeezed down again, her mouth hung open in fevered bliss.

“You're taking us quite well, songbird. I couldn't be more proud.” You trilled quietly into her ear nibbling the outer shell. “Let us know when you're all tuckered out okay? You don't have to take us to completion, Kay? Y’hear? Nod or shake.”

She slowly nodded, her lips slicked with spit, her eyes barely stood open.

You leaned back admiring the view beneath you hips setting a slow and sure pace, you gathered some pooled slick at the edge of her cunt using it to lubricate her clit.

She shuddered under your touch, her thighs flexing as she fucked herself twice as silly. Her toes curled, a low panicked moan tearing its way through her throat. You lifted your other hand to her chest, circling and pinching the nipple “easy there sweetheart.”

Piper sputtered gently beneath you digging her heels into the mattress, her nails drew a fine layer of blood against your skin.

“You're a fantastic pip.” You hum.

“Blue-” she whines, “god I'm so fuckin close, I'm bout to pop.”

“Use your voice - what do you want-” John rasped, his breaths low and focused.

“Just fuck me- god, just fuck me.”

“Specifications?” You tilted your head, loose curls spiraling over your shoulder, you gave long and languid strokes while John was more tempered with staccato beats.

You watched her body tense underneath you again, taking it as a good sign.

“God what a sight.” The mayor sighed, finally getting a good view after Piper tilted her head out of the way and arched her hips. “I can see why women are fond of calling you now, sweetheart.”

“Oh yeah? Thinking of being on the receiving end today?” You teased, punctuating with a sharp stroke that earned a hearty moan from the woman beneath you.

“Oh no, gonna have you ride me more often, I like being deep inside you.” He paused lowering his voice “watching you get sloppy as I fuck your brains to mush, hm? Or letting you cock warm until you're all warmed with radiation. Maybe use your little friend in the nightstand. Feeling you squeeze me like that, crying for me to let you cum… that is the sweetest high I'll ever experience.”

You whined softly at the pleasant thought. A tap interrupted your blurred visions, pipers hurried cry resounded next to her ear.

“Now- now now now.” She whines, her hands clenching and clinging to your sides. A few quick snaps of your hips, tongue finding the driblets of sweat that sunk down her chest.

“Such a pretty girl cumming for us.” His leathery hands cupped her chest, rocking his hips slowly allowing her to ride out the intense high. “Tell us when we can pull him?”

She tapped again “space, I need space now.” Oh so slowly you laid a hand on her stomach, pulling out her walls sticking to silicone. You humped the warmed member against her clit for good measure, Piper let out a low hiss.

John helped her sit up, leveraging her off his member and against the relatively clean mattress and pile up of pillows.

“John, love?” You sat back on your heels “could you wash up before…?”

He nodded, taking off his tricorn, the ringlets of curls bouncing as he crawled his way off of the bed. He leaned in quickly for a quick peck, and padded off to the bathroom.

You crawled towards Piper, capturing her lips in a warm kiss. “Was that everything you dreamed of and more?” You kissed her eyelids as they fluttered shut.

“All that and a packet of chips.” She murmured, “thanks for that blue.”

“No issue, songbird.” You kissed her forehead. “I'll get some water from the bubbler later for you, okay? Rest now, we can take our business out if it's too loud.”

“Honestly?” She sighed, “I really want to watch.”

“I've never pegged you for the sort- or- sorry-” you sigh, reclining into her chest “I can't think of a better verb”

“Ayuh.” She smiled dumbly, “just y'know. I like when others…” the reporter moved her hands in circles “complete.”

“Uuhhhhuhhh.” You drew out the phrase, cupping her cheek once more, bending down to kiss the bridge of her nose. “I'll get you that water hm?” You padded off, a slight whine falling from her chest from the removal of warmth. The soft glug and hiss of the ancient pipes, noted that the washing up process was almost over. You scrounged three tins of purified water and one box of dirty for the ghoul that could handle rads. You cranked open the lid to one tin and popped a tablet of rad x into your mouth, scrounging one of rad-away for the reasonable double assurance. You drank the cool liquid, it parched your tongue with a smoothness that only water could provide. You drank around half the tin, setting down the two others as you returned to pipers side.

“How are your radiation levels?” you murmured, pressing a hand to her forehead.

“S’ fine. Thanks.” She took the water from your hand and took a long swig. Her eyes closed as a long sigh drew from her chest.

The door to the bathroom clicked shut, John's low rumble moved towards you, “I do Believe, it's someone else's turn. Isn't that right songbird?” He planted a warm hand on your spine as the

bed shifted under his weight. His lips ran the curve of your neck, you could feel the driblets of water from his hair trickle down your skin.

“You watchin’ sister?” He asked, before embedding his teeth in the alcove of your neck. You tilted your head to the side, allowing him access to the taught skin below. He shifted back on his knees spreading your legs apart; Piper beneath you sighed, knocking her knees together.

He sucked the skin of your shoulders, blunt teeth leaving red and white indents that faded to deep red and blue bruises. One of his rough padded hands found your chest. Dipping up to your lips for a generous application of spit. The other traced the sticky wetness of your folds, already pregamed by the notch on your strap. You shuddered as you felt a finger dip into you. tracing the viscous fluid to your clit, as the wet haired mayor planted firm kisses along your jaw. “Stay upright sweetheart, I've got you.” He nibbled the shell of your outer ear. “Can't cum yet ok?” His hands paused at your clenching; a desperate whine working its way through your throat.

“Uh uh uh.” He taunted, “pretty and obedient girls get to cum, not dirty ones. But… I'll consider it, cause I like you so much.”

“Please-” you begged softly, your slowly blurring vision granting you the visage of pipers legs flowering apart, her hand working steady figure 8’s on her clit.

He brought the sullied fingers to his mouth, licking them clean. A groan rumbled in his lungs,”god, oh so wet and oh so tasty.” He traced the newly wet finger against your other neglected breast. “What do you think pip, does she deserve a treat?”

You struggled under his tight grasp, earning a chastising nip.

“Please-” you begged again, your eyes wide saucers of blown pupils than iris.

“I think.. I ought to fill you like a nice creme doughnut, how's that sound? And- do use your words, doll. I'm a bit slow.”

“Want you in me so bad-” your eyes scrunched shut,”want to be… filled - every sensation so it's just you.”

“You want this nice ghoul cock in your guts and kidneys then hm? Fuck, you must have a death wish.”

You canted your hips back trying to find the connection point. “I don't fuckin care, just want you to take me already-”

“Said like a bitch in heat, you've got the hots for me don't you?” He teased again, rubbing his length against your folds. “Kiss me for a bit, I miss your taste.”

And so you did.

Craning your neck you kissed his parched lips, his mouth tasted of sugar bombs and jet. John's kisses were sloppy and throaty, he adjusted himself by sliding the head of his cock to bump up against your clit as he rocked his hips against your warmth. “It's takin’ everything I've got not to slide into you right now. You're so warm and wet, and gods- so fucking good.” He gasped between kisses. Your hands grasped at his arm tracing the rough patterns of flesh where muscle melted into sinew and skin.

“John, please” you keened, earning the most sinful moan from his lips. His hand moved down to your hips grabbing a firm grasp of your hips, the rough pads of his fingers biting into your soft skin.

“Keep saying that sunshine, and I'll find a way to knock you up for real.” He swore under his breath, shaking fingers helping ease himself between your folds. ”Lean forward for me doll, let me spoil you.”

You complied your head finding a comfortable smothering within the mattress.

John leaned forward, grasping at his tricorn hat and set it on his head, tilting the brim below his eyes. He ran his hands along the length of your spine and back down, before one hand found itself rooted on your ass, the other coating his shaft in spit.

You felt his tip press against your slit, a bright and sudden intrusion, it made your skin crawl.

“You've got this, sunshine” your lover crooned “taking me so well, just a bit more.”

The sensation doubled, pinching down your skin plus the added feeling of nausea from the rads.

“So close baby.” He hummed, kneading your backside. The overwhelming sensation of fullness struck you as he bottomed out. “There we are.” He sighed, twitching inside you like a pulsing core inside a ti-61. You drooled, your eyes squeezed shut, as you shifted your hips to adjust. The tip throbbed against your g spot, sending shivers down the small of your back.

“Gonna move now baby, fuck-” Hancock found himself at a loss of words, his eyes rolling back as his hips lost its slow rhythm, engulfed within the warm taught core. Your slick dripped down to his balls, as thighs flexed instinctively. The ghoul leaned forward, “cmon baby let me see that face of yours, tell me how good it feels hm?” He groped the back of your hair lifting your face to Piper, “doesn't she look good pip?”

“So good,” the writer groans, “such a pretty mouth. Can she use it on me?”

You whine again, drool rolling down your chin.

“Cum quickly then, I want her attention when I'm filling her gauge.”

You shuffled forward, your brain melting out of your ears. Your hands found a seat behind the small of her back, placing sloppy kisses on her wet folds. Your toes cramped, chin covered with bliss. Your lips wrapped around her clit, dipping into her with the curve of your tongue.

She shivered beneath your mouth, covering her mouth as you rock in a makeshift Newton's cradle.

“Goddamnit.” He cussed, pulling out onto your backside, rutting his member against your ass, biting down on his gnarled lip.

Piper's legs wrapped around your head like vines reclaiming an abandoned building, lifting her hips to your face. The sounds that bounced against the walls were sloppy and wet, slick dribbled down your folds met with a thick tongue to swipe your taste away.

McDonough’s nose, or lack thereof, settled in the crest of your ass, one hand pinched around his cock head,varying the sensations directed to your clit. He groaned like a man starved, his tongue memorizing every inch of your sex.

Piper sighed, finally releasing her grasp on your head, a mournful mumble on her lips “overstimulated I think, lost it again.”

“You don't have to participate if you don't want to” you rasped out, vision blurring momentarily.

“Hok. Yeah it's best.” She sighed, as you leaned forward into her chest, ass still arched to John's touch.

He hummed, sitting up on his knees again, sliding easily inside without resistance. The ghoul gurgled, his hips sending soft pulses to your core, fingers tracing the outside of your clit. Piper's hand found your hair scratching circles into your scalp, you kissed down the soft skin of her neck, John's hips going to long and slow thrusts that made contact with every inch of sensitive muscle inside of you. He balanced a hand on your hip, and one to hold his hat. The reporter lifted a thigh for you to balance on, grinding your clit along as the lush sounds of wet slaps echoed off the peeling walls.

“This is gonna be my undoing-you're rotten you know that, doll?” John moaned, his pacing stuttering. He squeezed your ass before giving it a quick smack. It stung, turning your skin red. You leaned into his thrusts, your face scrunched in concentration.

“I wouldn't be this bad without someone rewarding it.” You shot back, hot breath fanning across Piper's neck. You squeezed down around him for good measure, earning a soft cry in return.

He reached the spot in the back that made a warm pool in the bottom of your stomach.your and squeezed when he found it again, tapping away at the gold mine with restrained thrusts.

“You're squeezing me so good- am I hitting a nice spot?” He asked, his voice slightly broken from excess and elongated stimulation.

You moaned out in agreement, pipers hands moving under your shoulders to grasp your chest, Massaging the sensitive hidden skin.

Your head spun, filled with the approving grunts and sighs of your beau and the gentle reassurance of the woman beneath you. You hoped this is what it felt like when you died.

“M’ gonna pick up the pace, okay? Tell me if it hurts, sweetheart.” Hancock slurred out, his cock knocking against your cervix. You gripped the sheets beneath you for dear life, drool spilling out your lips, spilling into the cleave of pipers chest. John leaned forward grabbing your hair again, a gentle tug to have you upright, quick thrusts that felt pushed against your stomach. He pulled you back; mouth littering the alcove of your neck in bites. Hancocks hand found your clit again rolling it around between his fingertips.

“John- holy shit-!” you blurted, finding yourself pushing against the seams.

“You cuming for me?” He rasped his teeth, nibbling the sensitive part of your ear.

“Yeah-” you managed weakly, being split open for another's view. “Fuck- john- love you-”

“Love you too sweetheart.” He snapped his hips up, teeth digging into your skin, your walls fluttered and held him there like a vice, his legs shaking from his orgasm seconds later. He kissed the back of your neck, pulsing his hips to help you ride out your orgasm. “my sweet girl.” He hummed, “what a trooper you are.”

You went limp in his arms, crying out softly as he pulled out, curling up around your side to catch his breath.

“That was amazing.” Piper broke the silence, tucking a curl behind your ear. You smiled tiredly, eyes still closed shut.

“I will try my best.” You hummed, “my best right now is a good nap.”

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bumblebeehug · 5 months ago

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New Years Kiss

Summary: Lucy and Natsu being nostalgic for 60% of the story with only 40% actually being about the New Years. Notes: My first real yapper-fic! Ao3 - FF.net

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It was the most festive time of the year in Fiore. The old year was getting left behind and everyone looked forward to all the adventures the coming year would have for them. The Fairy Tail guild was certainly no exception.

It had been a few years since the war against the Alvarez Empire. While the economy still was unstable in the continent, people had slowly been able to build up their normal life again. Just this autumn Magnolia could hold their harvest festival again after too many years on standstill, and the market had finally reopened up for locals and visitors. Team Natsu was back from the 100 years quest since a year back, and the days were passing slowly and uneventfully - not that anyone minded, even the rowdiest wizards found blissfulness in the calmer weekdays.

The mages and wizards in Fairy Tail took their missions one at a time. Most were still tame jobs about rebuilding and helping non-magical beings, while the tougher jobs had toned down. To the town’s surprise, the famous Team Natsu was not complaining either. Of course, they did not know about the sabbatical year they had been forced to take, but they were indeed thriving in the newfound peace that blessed their hometown.

Yes, you heard that right. Guild master Makarov Dreyar had made the group take a year off to heal and get a chance to live a normal civilised life before running off into danger again. Normally Natsu would protest greatly, and do not get it wrong, he did in the beginning, but soon the Fairy Tail guild was faced with great grief. Makarov passed away after years of stress, magical impact and a weak body. He was praised across the continent for his courageous soul and fatherly instinct, and even though everyone in the guild mourned, they agreed that he had lived a worthy and long life, and that he would live on in their hearts. This occasion made it hard for Team Natsu to not follow his last order, and they finally caved in to the home vacation.

This year was indeed a bittersweet year. While Makarov’s death brought devastation to the guild, it also brought them together. They cried together, laughed about fond memories together and loved together. And so the year came to an end. Naturally they would hold a big party for the guild to get together and celebrate what the next year would bring, because whatever they would be faced with, they were in it together.

The same line of thought went through Lucy’s, Levy’s and Juvia’s heads when they heard that the dress code to the party would be formal. Now, Lucy wouldn’t say there was anyone special she wanted to impress with her dress, but as a woman who grew up in a wealthy family she couldn’t bring herself to go against the party invitation’s order. Of course she would do her best to make herself presentable in the crowd.

Now, Levy and Juvia could actually admit that they wanted to impress a certain someone. There was no shame in it for them - Levy had twins with Fairy Tail’s own iron dragon slayer Gajeel Redfox. She even had another baby brewing in her belly right now! So yes, she was in an official relationship with Gajeel, and she found no shame in wanting to dress up for the occasion. Even if it usually was quite the hassle to make yourself presentable when raising toddlers, she still wanted to put in the effort to pamper herself once in a while.

Juvia has never been shy when it comes to confessing her love to Gray Fullbuster, but after the 100 years quest they had obviously developed into something more. Lucy knew from before that Gray had a certain eye for the water mage, and she knew that their encounter with Tartaros and Spriggan 12 had affected them deeply, so seeing them happy and content together was pure bliss according to the celestial mage. There had also been quite the reduction of flooding in the guild hall - something that was appreciated by everyone, including the new master.

The new master post had once again been assigned to Erza. No one in Fairy Tail even batted an eye when it came to it, aside from Macao who still wanted to redeem himself from those seven years when half the guild were on Tenrou Island. While Erza still had some difficulties with the paperwork, everyone had trust in her ability to defend and lead the guild no matter the situation. Recent unofficial guild activities with Crime Sorcière had also made her mood a lot better, Lucy was always ahead with the gossip - don’t mind that she heard this from Mira Jane.

Now, when it came to the New Years party, Lucy, Levy and Juvia had decided to come to Lucy’s place to get themselves ready. The most ideal place would have been one of the dorms at Fairy Hills since no boys were allowed, but Levy had since long moved in with Gajeel and Juvia and Gray had recently moved together. None of them had the guts to interfere with Erza’s planning, and Cana would most likely try to get them drunk before even leaving her dorm, so Lucy’s place it was. Lucy had taken time off earlier just to specifically tell Natsu to not come there while they were getting ready - she wanted them to be comfortable to change, plus they wanted to chat without a dragon slayer’s hearing in the way. To their surprise, Natsu actually agreed to it, saying something about finding that rental place for suits before they closed.

So, they had the place from lunch to the time they wanted to leave. Lucy gave them alcohol-free drinks due to Levy’s pregnancy, but also since she knew that Juvia had a growing foetus inside her belly. Juvia didn’t know this though, and Lucy was not going to be the one who took away her joy of learning it by herself - you see, Wendy made Lucy keep it a secret that she had smelled and sensed a child brewing in Juvia's stomach for almost 3 weeks now - Juvia wasn’t gonna keep it a secret the second she knew about it, and Wendy wanted her to have the joy of discovering it herself. Lucy kept her word and hadn’t told anyone, not even Natsu, Levy or Happy, and certainly not Gray. And because of this unknown child, Lucy was gonna have to tell Mira not to give her any alcohol tonight.

Levy, who still was insecure about her once again growing postpartum belly and didn’t want anything tight, had decided on a dress that would be on the shorter side, one that would reach just below her behind.The dress was sewn in an A-line format, one of her favourite forms on dresses. After doing her makeup and throwing a cute and neat headband on, she would be done - but not after Lucy had convinced her to wear a few jewellery pieces of course.

Juvia wanted to keep her modest style in her dress, while also of course showing off a little bit of skin - just enough for her Gray-sama to notice. She had chosen a dark blue, long dress that fit tight on her body. On her left side there was a slit, much resembling the skirt she wore daily. That way her Fairy Tail emblem would show through, which she of course had much pride in. The dress had long sleeves and a surprisingly low cut around her neck. She had chosen that cut to show off the necklace she got from Gray - yes, it was in fact his usual cross. That necklace was almost as important to him as Natsu’s scarf was important to Natsu, so there was no wonder Juvia wanted to show it off. She decided to put her blue locks in a bun and accompany the necklace with more silver jewellery.

Lucy however was stumped. She had no idea what to wear. Her favourite colour was blue, but she usually wore a bright blue that wasn’t really fit for new years eve. She liked the colour pink, but again, it wasn’t really working with the theme. Juvia and Levy wore dark blue and black, so she couldn’t work with that either. She ended up glancing at a red tight dress that Virgo presented from the Celestial world - it was daring, but not in a way that would be too much of a disaster. She ended up trying it on. The silhouette of the skirt was similar to Juvia's - long with a high slit that reached almost up to her hip. She would have to rule out panties if she chose this dress - a risky move when alcohol and her guild mates were involved. The upper body had a classic heart shape cut. Simple, but never a bad choice. What made this dress so special however wasn’t just the daring colour - it was the shimmering glitter in the fabric that made her buy it. To her it resembled the stars, while also fitting in with the glamorous theme of new years. She decided to just wear black heels and some gold jewelry to it, and also got Cancer to fix her hair in a half up-do and curling the ends. Her earrings and her rings had red stones that matched the dress perfectly, and with some eyeliner, mascara and more pampering of her face, she had her look.

Now, these three weren’t the best at keeping track on time. Levy had taken ages to decide on which shoes she was going to wear, and Juvia kept going back and forth on deciding her hair style - Cancer even popped up once to share his opinion which finally made it stick. Lucy couldn’t help but worry that Natsu would storm in and ruin their dresses by throwing in a sack of dead fish through her window. Still though, the girls were weary of sweating in the small apartment so they couldn’t close it.

Well, they came 30 minutes late. As three much proper ladies they didn’t want to be too hasty on their way to the newly decorated guild since the risk of dirtying their clothes would be too big. When they finally arrived they immediately got split up - Levy rushed off to her kids and Juvia was escorted away by Gray. Lucy just made her way to the bar to chat with Wendy and Carla who were sipping on one milkshake each.

“Mira! Could I get a glass of champagne please?” Lucy really wanted to have some fun tonight, but she also had to remember to at least make it to 12am. While she waited for her drink she took a look around.

The guild was of course making a big deal out of the party - it was a celebration where they could get away with drinking and having fun while also being dressed up all fancy and nice. The girls liked it more than the boys, but it was truly a pleasure to everyone. Fairy Tail might not be the guild that was best cut out for a ball in the castle, but having their own little fancy party was always nice.

Evergreen, Gray and Juvia were the stars when it came to decorating the place. Ever used her fairy magic to lit up the place as if small fireflies and stars were floating above them. Lucy couldn’t help but admire them - they truly replicated the heavens perfectly. She could even point out multiple constellations. Evergreen had also combined her powers with Gray and made the most beautiful fairy lights surrounding the edges of the walls. With this being the only source of light, the guildhall became just as magical as you could imagine it being in a book. Juvia had chipped in by managing to get Gray to agree to do a moving ice sculpture with water falling. That way it could be used for decoration and refill at the same time - if anyone got thirsty on water that is. The sculpture was quite abstract, but the flickering lights made Lucy interpret it as the feeling of bittersweetness - there were soft lines and harsh lines combined and the warm light gave the originally cool sculpture a highly impressive format.

Continuing her gaze across the guildhall her eyes stuck on Gajeel and Levy. Their children were born two years ago, and everyone in the guild is starstruck. Everyone wants for it to be their turn to hold one of the twins for a few minutes, and despite it being two entire years since they were born, everyone still gushes over them as if they were the most valuable diamonds in the whole universe. Levy and Gajeel insist that they are, of course.

As Lucy’s eyes continue over the guild hall they find Erza who is standing in the corner of the guild hall. Lucy knows that the death of Makarov was hard on Erza. She had already seen him almost die once, and when he took his final breath she was with him. Despite her hard armour and fierce look in her eyes, Lucy knew that her heart is soft and vulnerable. In some incredible way though, Erza had been leading the guild in an uttermost professional way. She was incredibly diplomatic and had good relations with the other guild masters. Everyone knew better than to underestimate the woman who could slay 100 monsters without barely batting an eye. Lucy could only admire the woman Erza had become. And what a woman she became! Moving on to more of the gossip Lucy had heard of, apparently Erza had invited Jellal into Fairy Tail some time during the 100 year quest. She was still unsure if Jellal was a member or not at the moment, but that part wasn’t really important to her. What was important was the fact that Erza had a happier aura, and after asking Natsu about it he had confirmed that they do in fact meet up occasionally.

Not far away from Erza sat Bisca, Alzach and Azuka at a table. Azuka had grown like a vine during their time away from the guild - Lucy would always be sad that she missed the upbringing of the cheery girl, and she couldnät believe that it was already time for her to start school. Not many people had received much of an education, but with Anna-sensei’s school not too far off, young people could finally be taught world history and much else that easily went by when growing up as an orphan. Too many guildmates had difficulties reading and writing, and it was frankly sad and according to Lucy unfair that she would receive education only because her family was rich, and not anyone else.

Continuing the line of thought, her eyes wandered over to Romeo. Romeo had finally grown into a boy who could take on solo missions - even if he still tries to group up with others in order to get the higher paying rewards. Lucy had recently learnt that Romeo actually had a lot of fire accidents in his room at home, considering he’s a fire mage after all. He really doesn’t want to burden his father with extra bills, so the jobs he takes are really in order to make up for that. Lucy let out a slight sight. Romeo’s growth from the Tenrou incident was heartbreaking. She had seen him so recently as a young boy who worried when his father didn’t come home from his missions. After the missed seven years, plus the year after the war against Tartarus, she had missed out on more than half of his life. Romeo was a boy who had to grow up too quickly, and there is nothing Lucy could do to change that.

Evergreen and Elfman enter Lucy’s field of sight, and they immediately bring a smile to her face. Lucy could basically be writing a gossip magazine, because here she knew even more secrets. According to a little blue bird, Elfman has plans on proposing to Evergreen in March. Lucy knew better than to spread the word to Mira though, she would probably get three heart attacks, do a flip and then pass out. At least in her mind, because the poker face that woman carried was impressive. Lucy did actually accidentally tell Freed about the upcoming proposal, and his poker face was not as good. He freaked out at first, muttering about babies and godfathers and uncles, but when he calmed down Lucy could tell that he was genuinely happy for Evergreen. The Thunder Legion had an admirable bond.

Lucy’s absent mind suddenly got abruptly disturbed.

“Oi Lucy!” The fire dragon slayer made his way up to her, flashing a big grin on his face. Lucy had been too lost in thoughts to notice that Mira already had come with her drink.

She carefully watched his figure while he made his way over to her. Natsu was dressed for the occasion in a black tuxedo, and he sported a normal white dress shirt underneath. It wasn’t buttoned all the way up, and the red tie he tried to put on hung around his neck like a scarf. Talking about the scarf, today he didn't seem to be wearing it. He was already ordering a drink of his own after eyeing Lucy’s champagne.

Lucy could only sigh with a slight smile on her lips.

“Come on Natsu, it’s a special occasion! Can’t you at least use all the buttons?” She didn’t even greet him properly, but they had only been away from each other for a couple of hours. Instead she stood up to button his shirt and properly tie the tie. It would be such a waste to not make sure he wore the tuxedo properly when he finally wore one.

“Meh, you know I’m not good at this stuff!” He just grinned at her concentrating, slightly pouting face.

The relationship between Natsu and Lucy was unusual. Not for them, but probably for everyone else who saw how they acted around each other. Since the 100 year quest Natsu had basically moved in with Lucy. Of course nothing official, but it was an unspoken rule that they always hang around each other. When they leave the guild, they make sure the other comes with them, and when they arrive at the guild all the members expect to see them both there. At home they share Lucy’s bed more often than Lucy would like to admit, and they eat meals and do chores with shared responsibility. Lucy knew that they’ve been through a lot of hardships, and she knew that they calmed each other with their presence. All the wars and near-death experiences gave them their share of emotional scars, so instead of acting insensitive Lucy had slowly accepted the way Natsu made his way into her everyday life. It could easily pass as a neverending sleepover with the way they mostly just hung out and had fun all the time. Though Happy probably missed his fishing lake that was so close to his and Natsu’s house.

Natsu and Lucy have grown closer in more ways than emotionally though. In many aspects they’ve craved more physical contact than previously. Natsu seems to use almost any excuse to lift or carry away Lucy somewhere, even if it ends up with her smacking his head and dragging them both back to the guild. He also tends to use his motion sickness as an excuse to be close to her, and that’s something that everyone always lets slide since they feel bad for him.

Lucy actually does the more coupley touching though - the most prominent one being holding hands. She wasn’t sure exactly how she gathered the courage, but somewhere along the way she had found out that she got away with holding Natsu’s hand almost whenever she wanted. At first she tried it when they were about 200m away from her apartment - in the worst case scenario she could just lock him out and hide in embarrassment, and in the best case scenario he allowed it and she could live on happily. While she was mid-sentence of something unimportant she softly slipped her hand into his, making it easy for him to pull away but also clearly showing that she indeed meant to hold hands. By doing this she even got the pleasure of him freezing up for a second before confirming the hand-holding by giving her a soft smile and squeeze. From that moment it was rather easy to continue that habit. She held his hand when going to the market, when she was reading books in her room and when they just chatted at the tables in the guild.

Holding hands wasn’t her only speciality though. More often than not she actually allowed herself to occasionally hug him from the back, interlock her arm with his and even something as simple as just sitting close enough for their shoulders and knees to touch.

If the guild saw these kinds of actions two years ago they would have flipped out, teasing them day in and day out about their relationship, but somehow they had found themselves maturing during the years of babies and official romantical partners.

Natsu had even found the habit of holding Lucy around her waist or around her shoulders. When they were alone in her apartment it wasn't even too uncommon for him to cop a feel at her ass once in a while. It usually ended up with her squealing and giving him a half-hearted scowl about how he “should stop doing that!”, even if they just laughed it off afterwards.

But indeed, some may still say that their relationship lacked a little. Lacked in confession and kisses. But given the non-stop danger and/or other dramatic events, those moments hadn’t really come through. The confession has always been postponed to a later date, when they didn’t have to worry about their or other’s lives.

But back to the party. While Lucy was, according to Natsu, strangling him, he finally got a chance to look at her outfit. The red sparkling dress hugged her curves perfectly in his opinion, enhancing her beautiful figure. The lights in the room lit up her hair in the most beautiful way, and he couldn’t help but smile at the sight. His best friend was absolutely beautiful. He also couldn’t help noticing the slit that went up almost above her hip, and the milky soft skin showing through. He also couldn’t help touching her there, running his fingertips along the exposed skin. He could hear Lucy gasp and her heartbeat speed up, but she didn’t scold him.

“You look beautiful.” Lucy could swear that the colour of her cheeks was rivalling her dress. First he touches her bare skin on her hip and then he compliments her? She met his eyes and gave him a sheepish smile back.

“You too.” She wasn’t lying either. Natsu looked like a hot body-guard in that suit with his muscles straining against the fabric everytime he moved. Of course Mira saw all this, as she just came with Lucy’s drink.

“Oh my, you two are looking good!” She complimented. Lucy thanked her for both the drink and the compliment, and Natsu was delighted to receive his glass of whiskey.

The pair chatted for a bit while finishing their drinks, enjoying some smalltalk. The guild was less rowdy than usual and everyone seemed to enjoy themselves. Cana came up once and challenged Natsu to a drinking contest, and since he knew he rarely got drunk he was up for the challenge. Lucy wasn’t too worried either since she figured out a while back that his natural heat usually burnt away the alcohol before it got into his system.

Still, to their surprise Cana actually lost, making Natsu lift Lucy up in a hug to celebrate. Some of that alcohol had definitely gotten to his brain, but Lucy couldn’t complain - she wasn’t exactly completely sober herself.

And finally some dance music started playing. To everyone’s fortune Gajeel hadn’t been assigned DJ, and with some genuinely good music Lucy pulled Natsu to the dance floor. Both having liquor in their systems, started dancing as if they were 17 again, jumping around to the upbeat songs and singing along to lyrics they didn’t know. The rest of the guild joined their happy-go-lucky dances and everyone was having the most fun this year.

Natsu was enchanted by Lucy’s moves. Well, he would never admit that of course, but the way she moved her body made him dizzy in a very good way. Evergreen must have done something to her fairy lights, because right now it looked as if stardust was snowing on Lucy, making her dress glimmer with every tiny movement. Natsu felt the need to compliment her again, but the music was loud and Lucy didn’t seem to be paying any attention to him right now. Her golden locks went sailing in the air around her as she bopped her head along with the beat. If she had looked like an angel before, she probably looked like a Goddess right now. Right now, Natsu could only let himself get catched in the moment, allowing his body to dance away all worries that had been weighing on his shoulders.

Then, as time went by and the clock got closer and closer to midnight, slower songs started playing through the speakers. Lucy, feeling hot and sweaty from all the dancing, decided to take a breather outside for a few minutes. There was still an hour until midnight, so she didn’t feel so rushed. Soon enough Natsu found her and joined her on the balcony. The air felt chilly and he couldn’t imagine that dress being very warm.

“Ya tired?” He grinned. Lucy turned her head slightly, inviting him to get closer.

“Not really, just taking a few breaths. You can join the others if you want to, I’ll be back in a minute.” The loud music and the multiple shots she had taken on the dance floor had been messing with her head, but being outside seemed to clear her mind a little.

“Nah, I’ll pass. They’re all too coupley in there. Even Erza is acting all secretive. It’s boring without you there.” This time it was Lucy’s turn to smile.

“Well, you’re welcome to stay.” The air was silent when Natsu carefully grabbed her right hand. Lucy was already sobering up and couldn’t help but blush from Natsu’s move. She would like to blame his chummy behaviour on the liquor, but she knew very well that it had been out of his system for a good while now. She didn’t complain though, and decided to lean her heavy head against Natsu’s safe and warm shoulder. When Natsu looked around he almost immediately noticed the stars that were shining brightly in the night sky above them. A soft smile graced his lips. Even if Evergreen’s magic was beautiful, nothing could compare to the real thing.

“Lucy, look up”

Lucy opened her eyes and tilted her face upwards to face the sky. While the stars weren't as visible as they were back when they fought the dragon cry, they still looked amazing. She could immediately point out a number of collestations.

“They’re beautiful…” Natsu could only agree. He didn’t usually care for such trivial things as the stars in the night sky, but whenever Lucy was near they seemed to shine ten times brighter.

They stood there for another five minutes before they decided to head back in. Inside the Guild there were still a few people slow dancing, however several of them had sat down to chat and sober up before the clock hit 12. Lucy made her way over to Levy, Gajeel, Max and Warren who were all making funny faces at the twins, trying to make them laugh. Natsu followed her eagerly. The birth of those kids had struck him hard, and he had grown fond of them from the very beginning. Gajeel usually didn’t like having Natsu around his children though, mainly due to being a worrisome father but also since Natsu was known for his irresponsible tendencies. Gajeel would never admit that Natsu was surprisingly careful around youngsters, and he would definitely never admit that he even felt a bit comfortable with them in Natsu’s care. Never ever.

“Hey Levy-chan! How’s it going?” Lucy had found her way up to the crowded area. Levy let out a groan.

“They’re not gonna ever fall asleep until they’re 15 years old. Oh well, at least they’re having fun I guess.” Levy’s lips turned upwards slightly, even if her eyes were screaming that she needed either a 3 month break, 5 cups of coffee or 8 shots of Mira’s strongest vodka - all options that were out of mind, given her pregnancy.

Lucy and Levy took this chance to stay and chat for a while, even if Natsu and Gajeel were having a hard time to not get into a brawl. With the occasional glances from Lucy and Levy they still managed to keep their mouths shut though.

While Levy and Lucy tried to calm the children down with hope to maybe also lull them to sleep, Natsu couldn’t help himself to ask Gajeel a question that had been bugging him for a while.

“Oi, metal head. Why is marriage such a big deal?” Gajeel fought the strong urge to face palm himself. Or Natsu, whatever came first.

“Are you serious? I knew you were dense, but that skull is so thick that I’m surprised your brain has room in there.” He quickly glanced at his wife and her best friend, hoping Lucy didn’t hear the stupidity Natsu was spitting out.

“Just answer the question dumbass,” growled Natsu, his temper really taking a toll. He wanted to hear a genuine answer, not insults.

Gajeel took his time before answering. The fire mage probably didn’t want to hear about the traditional use of marriage, he knew about that too well after Lucy’s many encounters with her father’s acquaintances. But there was something that he could say that Natsu actually might understand. He cleared his throat.

“Well, it’s because I love her and I want to spend the rest of my life with her.” A slight blush hid behind his grumpy face. He may be high on the list of Fairy Tail’s strongest wizards, but even Gajeel would feel a little embarrassed to confess his love to someone - even if he already had done it to the person in question multiple times. But Natsu’s answer shocked him.

“Is that it?”

“What do you mean ‘is that it’? It’s pretty big of a deal if you ask me.” Natsu was quiet for a minute before he answered.

“Well, I’ve already done all that basically.” Gajeel couldn’t believe his ears. If they already had confessed and almost proposed, how were they still not together?

“WHAT?”

Natsu looked away with a grumpy pout. His guild mates doubted him too much in his opinion. “Maybe not exactly said I love her or anything, but I told her we’d be together forever.”

“When??” Gajeel was almost scared to ask, knowing that whatever Natsu would answer with would not be the ideal situation.

“The day we went on the hundred years quest.”

“That was ages ago? Literally two years ago! How long have you been secretly dating?”

“We’re not dating. We’re just normal.”

“You’re telling me you haven’t even KISSED?”

“We were close to that day, but she seemed nervous so I didn’t. The time before that she made me kiss Happy and I didn’t wanna risk anything.” Natsu’s forehead had a sheen of sweat. That kiss with Happy must have been traumatising. Gajeel could somehow understand him, knowing that he would never want to kiss Panther Lily on the lips.

“Then do it tonight,” Gajeel came up with. It was a great idea in his opinion, as long as the dense fire dragon slayer would follow his reasoning.

“Why tonight?” He could have predicted that question.

“Because everyone kisses someone on New Years. It’s common knowledge. I’m gonna kiss Levy. Ice pants is going to kiss Juvia. Even Erza has someone tonight. Just play it off as a normal New Years Kiss, then you’ll see how she reacts. If she seems to like it, then great! You can confess and finally put the guild out of our misery. And if she doesn’t like it, well, then you were only following tradition.”

Natsu couldn’t believe his ears. Gajeel came with good advice for once? Who was this man and what had he made with the Gajeel Redfox he thought he knew? But he was right, imposter or not.

“I… I might just do that. Thanks ugly! Never thought the day would come when you actually were useful!” That was the last straw for Gajeel. No one insulted a Redfox after being given the best advice of the century.

You don’t need to be a genius to figure out that they started fighting after that. But there were still 45 minutes to midnight, and a few guild mates must have been longing for a friendly brawl because they soon joined in on the fighting, relying on Wendy as their healing source if they got hurt too bad.

Lucy and Levy could only sigh as they watched their friends throw light punches randomly in the air in hope that someone might get hit. The two had never been the ones to take part in these fights, so as the years went by they had found the noise easy to lock out. Right now though, Lucy could feel a headache creeping up on her, so she decided to pull away Levy and the twins to the infirmary in hope of finding some magical cure for headache.

“What’s the matter Lu?” They had already closed the doors behind them.

“Nothing really, it’s just that I can feel a headache on its way and I was hoping for some magical cure, or at least some aspirin. The kids might be able to sleep in here too.”

“Hey, I haven’t been drinking in quite some time, but I’m pretty sure the aspirin won’t have an effect. The only instant cure is more drinking” Levy was joking at the last part, but there was some truth in it.

“I might just do that to be honest… Are you staying here or do you want to come with me?”

Levy looked at the stirring children. “I might try to get them to sleep before midnight, you go ahead though!”

“Alright.”

When Lucy stepped outside she was almost immediately met with Wendy doing her healing magic on Natsu.

“What’s going on?”

“Gray joined in and Natsu said something he didn’t like so he got punched in the face,” Wendy smiled, letting out a slight giggle.

“You’ve never cared about a punch or two in your face before, what’s the occasion?” Lucy teased, nudging Natsu’s shoulder slightly.

A slight blush appeared on Natsu’s cheeks as he remembered what he and Gajeel were talking about. However he was sober now so there was no way he was going to reveal his plan to Lucy yet.

“Well it’s new years, that counts for something ya know,” he defended himself. But it was true what Lucy was saying - suddenly caring about his appearance wasn’t very much like him. Lucy just giggled.

“Well I want another drink! Come join me when you’re all healed up!”

Wendy smiled at her. “Don’t worry, I’m done here so you can go together.” Lucy could swear that the wind dragon slayer blinked at her, but without her magic lighting up the space, she couldn’t really see clearly.

With 15 minutes left until midnight they met Lisanna at the bar.

“Give me something sweet but strong, would you?”

“And I’ll have a beer.”

“I’ll be right up,” Lisanna said with a smile before she disappeared under the bar.

“So you’re drinking tonight, huh?” Natsu commented. Back in the day things easily got a bit awkward when alcohol was involved, especially since the girls usually drank until they were blacked out, but at an event like this he knew he could trust her to drink moderately. None of them were reckless teenagers any longer after all.

“Well I started getting a headache, so I’m going for the instant cure: more drinking.” Lucy had a glimmer in her eye as she said it.

“Smart move,” he grinned.

“Well, you can’t expect any less from Fairy Tail’s brain. Levy gave me the tip.”

“Huh… That’s weird… I’d call you Fairy Tail’s brain. Aren’t you the one who solves all our problems during missions?” Natsu had a mischevious glimt in his eye.

“Only during Team Natsu missions. You can call me Team Natsu’s brain, but you know Levy still holds the big title.” Lucy giggled.

Lisanna politely interrupted by delivering their orders. The conversation died down as they started sipping on their drinks, but started up again when Natsu scrunched his nose.

“Jellal’s here,” he revealed.

“Really? I thought Erza was looking giddy, now I understand why.” Lucy smiled. Natsu huffed at her.

“I still haven’t forgiven him completely though.” Lucy understood that he was referring to that time when he was brain washed in the Tower of Heaven.

“That’s understandable. Jellal hasn’t forgiven himself either, but I think they deserve to be happy after all this time. No one but themselves can understand what they’ve been through, so I hope they find peace with each other.” Lucy looked out over the crowd with kindness in her eyes.

Natsu really liked this about her. She never held grudges, and she always looked at things from different perspectives. Her analytic skills were also sharp, and with her author title she always found the right words to say.

“I guess that’s right. ‘S just that Erza’s been through things that Jellal can’t relate to, and I don’t know if I can trust him to protect her. Erza’s a lot more fragile than she allows herself to show.”

“That’s true. I’m not going to lie, I also feel that way sometimes. But I believe in Erza’s judgement. She knows Jellal better than anyone. It’s like how I’m still with you after all the things we’ve experienced with each other. Any sane person would tell me to run away and live peacefully instead of tagging along on your dangerous and crazy adventures, but since they don’t know how I personally feel about it, they don’t really have the whole picture, you know? I believe it’s like that for Erza and Jellal too.” Natsu nodded.

“I think so too.” What else could he do but agree when she said such great things? Sometimes he wanted to write it down and show the whole world, because a great mind like that can’t be hidden from the world.

After finishing their drinks Natsu realised that there was only 3 minutes to midnight. A slow, romantic song was playing through the sound lacrimas, so Natsu stood up and reached out his arm.

“May I have this dance?” Lucy giggled.

“Why, of course.”

She gracefully locked arms with the fire mage who now led her out on the dance floor. The room was filling up with mages who wanted to have the year’s last dance with someone special, and Natsu and Lucy were no exception of that. As Lucy looked up she was met with a wholesome sight. Natsu Dragneel was shyly placing his right hand on Lucy’s waist, just over the part of the dress where her slit ended, and his left hand carefully grabbed her right. His concentrated face that he made when positioning his feet correctly looked so silly that Lucy had to laugh. She took the left hand off it’s spot on his shoulder, and flicked him between the eyes.

“You’re concentrating too much. Try to relax a little.” Lucy’s eyes were soft and kind as she gave him the biggest grin she could imagine. When she felt Natsu’s shoulders soften she slowly took a small step back, and then another, and suddenly, without Natsu even noticing, they were slowly moving across the dance floor.

Lucy was captured by those onyx eyes of his. The lighting made it look like the entire universe was hiding within them, and her heart had never felt so filled before. Her eyes wandered over to his nose, his cute nose that got freckles in the summer. And then she looked at his pink hair, the mane that never failed to make her smile when she saw it in a crowd. The hair that she knew was softer than any conditioner could make hers, and his bangs that were slightly damaged from heat. And then those lips. The lips that always said whatever they wanted, that always made her laugh and that always managed to carry that amazing smile of his. Oh how she loved this man. Natsu Dragneel. Her Natsu.

Natsu was looking at an angel. Brown, soft eyes that told held secrets that the human world could never understand, but that still were open and welcoming. He could look at those eyes forever and never tire of it. Her soft golden hair confirmed that yes, she was an angel. She was a star, plucked right off of the starry night sky, shining of confidence and love for humans. Her perky nose that crooked a little to the left and her soft cheeks that always bubbled up with laughter whenever he and Happy did something stupid. And that lovely smile, the one he thought of whenever he felt like giving up. Nothing could end this moment between them, not even when Natsu accidentally stepped on her toes - she just laughed and urged him to keep going.

“10!”

Oh crap. Natsu had been so focused on dancing that he had almost forgotten about the task he was meant to do when the clock strikes 12.

“9!”

Could time go a little bit slower? Natsu really wanted more time to prepare himself.

“8!”

Lucy had stopped moving, and was now counting down with everybody, resting both her hands on Natsu’s shoulders. Natsu brought his empty hand to her face. He was really going to do this.

“7!”

What if she pulled away? Slapped him? Started crying? Maybe this was a bad idea after all…

“6!”

Lucy noticed Natsu’s shallow breathing. She could honestly predict something was up with him - usually he bottomed a beer at New Years, not standing around touching her face and running his fingers along her waist.

“5!”

Natsu felt Lucy’s hands slightly massaging his shoulders. They were tenser than he thought they were.

“4!”

This was just ridiculous. How could the famous fire dragon slayer Natsu Dragneel, who defeated endless of enemies, be so nervous at a moment like this? Lucy was his best friend - even if she didn’t like the kiss they would stay friends! He felt stupid for doubting their friendship, even though it was just for a split second.

“3!”

It was now. The next number would be 2 and then he would kiss her. Were his lips dry? Did he have bad breath? It was only going to be a 5 second kiss, so why did he worry so much?

Lucy had figured it out. She honestly did know from before that Levy and Juvia were going to kiss Gajeel and Gray at midnight, and truth to be told - she was increadibly envious of them. It wouldn’t surprise her if Levy had told Gajeel to give Natsu a push tonight - but that didn’t really matter. What she noticed right now was how hard he was preparing for this, constantly licking his lips and looking her up and down between her eyes and her mouth. It was sweet, according to Lucy. But if she knew Natsu well enough, she knew that he was planning to kiss her as the clock was 1 second away from midnight. So she did the only logical thing she could think of.

“2!”

Bringing her hands up from his shoulders to his neck, she carefully closed her eyes and pulled him in. To say this moment was magical was an understatement. Their lips slowly molded together, Natsu tasting slightly of beer. He stood still for a moment before he too closed her in and pulled her as close as he possibly could. Somewhere in the background the crowd was cheering, but that didn’t matter right now. All that exsists is Natsu and Lucy. Lucy and Natsu. Their lips and hands caressing the untouched parts of their faces, Natsu’s hand pulling her closer in the waist, grabbing her slightly in the soft parts above her hips.

Soon enough though, ameteurs like these had to stop to breathe. While panting softly in each other’s air, they slowly opened their eyes. Lucy giggled. Natsu giggled too. Soon they broke out in a silly laughter, filling the air with sickening sweet merriment. Lucy grabbed his arm to stabilisise herself before knocking her head into his chest. Natsu couldn’t stop his arms from pulling her in to a tight hug, still chuckling slightly. They were so, so happy right now.

“Oh my god I love you…” Lucy breathed out, knowing only a dragon slayer could make out those words in a noisy room like this. Natsu pulled her in closer, ducking in his head as he whispered back.

“I love you so much more.” He even gave her a peck on her head to emphasise, but Lucy didn’t doubt him at all. The safe feeling she felt in these arms made her almost feel like he had scared away all doubt to ever exist inside of her. He made her so complete.

But of course they couldn’t keep standing in the middle of the dance floor just hugging each other - the other guild mates wanted to party all night, and Lucy couldn’t say she didn’t want to be a part of that. Today was a day of celebrating after all. So she grabbed his hand, still being tender.

“Let’s go for another drink.” Her smile was the happiest in the world and Natsu could almost not believe that he was the cause of that smile. So he followed her lead, like he had done so many times before. The start of this year had been amazing, and he could feel it in his soul that the rest of it would be just as giving with Lucy by his side.

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through the hourglass 367. brb x oc

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He feels soft kissing on his cheekbone, followed by a quiet giggle that only makes his brows furrow. He pats her side of the bed only to find it empty at the same time a pair of arms hug his shoulders from behind, “Morning,morning Lieutenant-Commander.” she smiles, “Tomorrow is your big day.”

“...Bea?”

She kisses his cheek again, “Morning Roos.” and she waits for him to finally wake up, figure out where the hell he was with his eyes squinted. He rubs his eyes as he slowly props himself up, turning his torso on the bed and seeing Beatrice sitting on the chair there, with a breakfast tray just for him, “...gorgeous,what’s this?”

Beatrice's smile widened as Rooster's confusion melted away, replaced by sleepy curiosity. She leaned forward, placing the breakfast tray on his lap before pressing a tender kiss to his forehead. "It's breakfast in bed," she replied, her voice soft with affection. "I thought you might like a special treat before your big day tomorrow."

Rooster's eyes lit up with delight as he took in the spread before him. There were fluffy pancakes drizzled with maple syrup, crispy bacon strips, scrambled eggs, and a steaming cup of coffee. His stomach rumbled in anticipation, and he couldn't help but grin at Beatrice's thoughtfulness.

"This looks amazing, Bea," he said gratefully, his voice filled with warmth. "Baby,you didn't have to go through all this trouble."

Beatrice waved off his concern with a dismissive gesture, "Nonsense," she replied, her tone playful. "You deserve to be pampered, especially on the eve of such an important day."

Rooster chuckled, reaching for a pancake and taking a hearty bite. The flavors exploded in his mouth, warm and comforting, and he couldn't help but close his eyes in bliss as he savored the delicious meal.

As he ate, Beatrice watched him with adoration, her heart swelling with pride at the sight of her husband enjoying her cooking. She had woken up early to prepare the breakfast, pouring her love and care into every dish, and seeing Rooster's appreciation made it all worthwhile.

"You're quiet," Rooster observed between mouthfuls, his gaze flicking up to meet Beatrice's eyes. "What's on your mind, gorgeous?"

Beatrice hesitated for a moment, her fingers tracing patterns on the edge of the chair. She took a deep breath, summoning the courage to voice her thoughts. "I just...I want you to know how proud I am of you, Roos," she said softly, her voice tinged with emotion. "You've worked so hard for this promotion, and you deserve every bit of success that comes your way."

Rooster's expression softened at Beatrice's heartfelt words, and he reached out, taking her hand in his and giving it a gentle squeeze. "Thank you, Bea," he replied sincerely, his voice filled with gratitude. "All this pampering? So early in the morning.”

"Consider it a small token of my love and appreciation for you," she replied, her tone warm. "I just want to make sure you start your day feeling loved and supported."

"Well, you've certainly succeeded," he says “The kids still asleep?”

“Yes, completely out.” she says, gently wiping some syrup off his cheek, “You got home late yesterday, your talk with Mav must’ve been long.”

"Yeah, it was a productive conversation," Rooster replied, his thoughts momentarily lingering on Maverick's words. "He always knows how to put things into…perspective."

“Oh?”

“Yeah,we just talked…been a while since we did.”

She nodded,leaning on a hand as she smiles at him even more, “I won’t prod you about it,Roos.It can be your boy chat.” he snorts a laugh when she says it and she just grins more, “...I know these past days have been…crazy,so I just wanted to make it a little easier for you. You know?”

He slows his chewing and smiles, then pats the spot next to him, “Cause my lap is busy.” he gestures to the tray, “C’mere.”

Beatrice chuckled at Rooster's invitation, and she wasted no time in rising from her seat and settled onto the bed beside him, curling up against his side as he continued to enjoy his breakfast.

Rooster wrapped an arm around Beatrice's shoulders, pulling her close as they sat together in comfortable silence. He savored the warmth of her presence, feeling a sense of peace wash over him in her company.

"Thank you for this, Bea," he murmured, pressing a tender kiss to the top of her head. "It means a lot to me."

Beatrice leaned into his touch, her smile soft and genuine. "Anything for you, Roos," she replied "I just want to make sure you start your day off on the right foot."

“With pancakes.”

“With pancakes.” she smiles, “You know pancakes have a strong connection with us.” she blushes just a bit “...it was the first thing you made for me after we had our night together.”

His eyes drop down her face, to her pink lips then back into her eyes, “Then there’s only one thing missing. But,” he coos,kissing her lips twice, leaving the taste of syrup on her mouth, “We can arrange that,hm?”

Beatrice's cheeks flushed at Rooster's suggestion, her heart fluttering in her chest at that promise, fluttering like butterflies…clearly nothing changed,he still had that effect on her. She leaned into his kiss, savoring the sweetness of the syrup on his lips as she melted against him."Mmm, sounds like a perfect plan," she murmured against his lips,giggling when he licked her lips playfully.

Rooster grinned as he pulled back slightly to meet Beatrice's gaze. "I aim to please, gorgeous," he replied huskily, his tone sending shivers down her spine. “As you are well aware.”

“I sure am LC.”

With a shared smile, he set aside the breakfast tray and allowed themselves to get lost in the moment. Rooster's lips met Beatrice's with a hunger that ignited a fire within her, and she responded eagerly, her hands tangling in his hair as she deepened the kiss still giggling.

Their kiss was filled with a raw passion that spoke volumes, if there was any sound that reminded them of it was the sound of a marching band truly.She cupped his jawline,rubbing her thumb over the long scar there as he pulled her to finally sit on his lap, hands immediately latching on her buttcheeks, playing with the elastic of her underwear.

When they finally broke apart, they were both breathless and flushed with desire, Beatrice rested her forehead against Rooster's, her chest rising and falling with each ragged breath.

"Wow," she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper.

Rooster chuckled softly, his thumb gently stroking her cheek as he gazed at her with complete adoration. "Yeah, wow," he agreed, his voice filled with reverence.

They remained like that for a moment, simply basking in the afterglow of their kiss, content to be wrapped up in each other's arms. Eventually, Beatrice shifted to lean back so she could have a better look at him "Are you nervous about tomorrow?" she asked softly, her fingers tracing lazy circles on his nape.

Rooster sighed, his arms tightening around her as he considered her question. "A little," he admitted, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "It's a big day, and there's a lot riding on it."

"You'll do great, Roos," she said confidently, her voice filled with conviction. "You've worked so hard for this, and you have the skills to succeed. I really am proud of you."

Rooster's gaze softened at Beatrice's words, his heart swelling with gratitude for her unwavering support. "Thank you, Bea," he murmured, pressing a tender kiss to the top of her head. "But I’ll be okay.”

“Did you write your speech?”

“...yes.”

She blinked up at him, “Really?’ he nods with a little grimace, “Can I see it?”

Rooster hesitated for a moment, his expression conflicted. He knew Beatrice was eager to see his speech, but he couldn't shake the feeling of insecurity that gnawed at him.

What if she didn't like it?

What if it wasn't good enough?

But then he glanced down at Beatrice, her eyes filled with nothing but trust and admiration, and he knew he couldn't keep it from her any longer. With a gentle resigned sigh, he reached for the notebook on the bedside table and handed it to her.

"Here," he said softly,. "It's not much, just some thoughts I jotted down."

Beatrice took the notebook from him with a grateful smile, and she carefully flipped open the cover and began to read, her eyes scanning the handwritten words with attention.

As she read, he couldn’t help but flick his gaze down at her. She was so quiet, was it that bad? He clears his throat once, ‘...so…is it…good?”

Beatrice's eyes remained glued to the notebook, her brows furrowing slightly as she read through Rooster's speech. He watched her intently, his heart pounding in his chest with anticipation.

After a few moments, Beatrice finally looked up from the notebook, her expression thoughtful. She met Rooster's gaze, her eyes shining with warmth and admiration. "Roos," she began softly, "this is...beautiful."

Rooster's breath caught in his throat at her words, a sense of relief washing over him. "You think so?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

She nodded eagerly, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Yes, it's...it's perfect," she replied, her tone filled with sincerity. "You've really captured the essence of what this means to you and...and to us."

Rooster's chest swelled with pride at Beatrice's praise, a sense of validation washing over him. He had poured his heart and soul into crafting the speech, and knowing that Beatrice approved meant everything to him.

"Thank you, Bea," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "I'm so glad you liked it."

"I more than like it, Roos," she said earnestly, her gaze unwavering. "I love it. And I know you're going to do an amazing job delivering it tomorrow." she smiles, “I personally love how many times you wrote ‘my wife’ and ‘my kids in here’.”

"Well, they're my world," he replied softly, his gaze softening with affection. "I couldn't have achieved any of this without you and the kids by my side."

She reached out, tangling her fingers with his, their hands fitting together like pieces of a puzzle. "You do make everything better, just by being you."

Rooster leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to Beatrice's forehead. "I love you, Bea. More than words can express. Oh baby, don’t cry.”

Beatrice blinked back the tears that threatened to spill, finding herself enveloped in Rooster's comforting embrace. His arms wrapped around her, offering solace in the face of her emotions. "I'm just emotional is all,” she managed to say between sniffles, “Maybe I’m pregnant again.”

Her poor husband paled for a moment, then leaned his head back to look down at her, only for Bea to grin mischievously, “Just kidding, LC.”

“Oh GOD,” he relaxed, then placed his hand on his heart, “Gorgeous, you scared me - not that I don’t want more kids, but,” he laughed nervously, “We already got three and I don’t want you to, you know, go through all that stress again. I remember the toll it took on you.”

Beatrice chuckled at his reaction, his concern for her well-being evident in every word. She reached up, cupping his cheek affectionately. "I know, LC. Three is plenty for now." she smiles, sitting on his lap comfortably, “Did I scare you,Roos?”

Rooster chuckled, the tension of the moment easing as he wrapped his arms around Beatrice's waist, pulling her closer to him. "You definitely got me for a second there, gorgeous," he admitted, "But I think we're good with three little troublemakers running around for now."

“Well,Nikki is the only one waddling, the twins are just starting to crawl but…i agree," she replied, her voice soft with contentment. "Besides, we've got more than enough love to go around with just the five of us."

Rooster pressed a gentle kiss to Beatrice's temple, his lips lingering against her skin for a moment before he pulled back to meet her gaze. "We sure do," he murmured, his eyes shining with adoration. "And I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world."

After a while, Beatrice shifted in Rooster's lap, reaching for the notebook he had given her earlier. "I still can't believe how beautiful your speech is," she remarked, flipping through the pages once more. "I'm so proud of you, Roos."

His cheeks darkened a bit, but he smiles, “You are going to make me blush.” he says, “I really wanted to do good, this is probably the fifth version of my speech.”

Beatrice grinned, her eyes sparkling with pride as she looked at Rooster. "Well, it paid off. It's perfect, Roos," she praised, leaning in to plant a sweet kiss on his lips. "You're going to knock everyone's socks off at the ceremony."

Rooster returned her kiss with equal affection, “Even the old admirals who’d much rather be home asleep than hearing me talk?”

Beatrice chuckled at Rooster's question, her laughter ringing out like music in the room. "Especially the old admirals," she replied with a playful grin, "They'll be hanging on your every word, Roos. Just you wait and see."

Rooster grinned at Beatrice's confidence in him. He knew that delivering the speech in front of such esteemed company would be no small feat, but with Beatrice by his side, he felt ready to take on the challenge.

"Well, I'll do my best to keep them awake," he joked, his tone light and playful. "But no promises."

Beatrice laughed, her hand reaching up to gently ruffle Rooster's hair. "I have no doubt that you'll captivate every single person in that room, Roos," she assured him, her voice filled with unwavering belief. "You always do." she slides off his lap, “Now, finish your breakfast, I have to make sure the kids are okay-” he pouted, holding her wrist, “And once I’m done I’ll come back.”

‘Promise?”

“..of course Roos.” and she kisses his forehead, “Of course.”

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