#mos: flower husbands

[minecraftbookshelf]

I totally am not considering Empires Season 1 AUs

Jimmy, pouting: “Why do I have to get married for the treaty.”

Lizzie, eating breakfast: “Because the Wither Rose Alliance refused anything less than a marriage and I figured you would rather marry one of their allies than one of them.”

Jimmy, sulking: “So obviously I should marry the one we know nothing about bc his brother keeps him home under lock and key.”

Lizzie, spreading jam on a fish filet: “Well if the worst comes to worst and he’s absolutely terrible, at least you can just outlive him. Elves only live like four or five hundred years anyway.”

Jimmy: *opens his mouth*

Jimmy: *closes his mouth*

Jimmy: “How did that plan work out for you, then?”

Seablings: *look at each other*

Seablings: *look at Joel*

Joel, a perfectly normal, garden variety human. Who has inexplicably been married to Lizzie for ~600 years now: “is there something on my face?”

Lizzie: “Point taken.”

Meanwhile, in Rivendell

Scott, who has been relying on his brother’s lava magic to keep him from freezing their whole kingdom over for a long time now: “Oh yes this is going to go so well. We’re going to end up going to war with the Ocean because I accidentally turn the swamp kingdom into an ice skating rink. Excellent diplomacy, brother. You should get a prize.”

[sleepnoises]

"You Don't Bring Me Flowers Anymore," 54" by 54" quilt by Robyn Gragg of Lee's Summit, MO

The artist's description of the piece:

In the language of flowers, many species relate to grief, sorrow, and remembrance. My husband enjoyed surprising me with fresh flowers, but he has gone to Glory and I am lost in my grief.

Hand pieced, machine appliqued, longarm machine quilted, original design.

[iiwaijime]

sunshine princess — k. tsukishima

tsukishima has always cared for you, but will he ever be brave enough to show it?

cws; angst, fluff, happy ending, kissing, fem!reader, petnames, arranged marriage to lovers, mentions of infidelity, swearing, not proofread i think thats all

wc; 2055

you're eighteen, freshly graduated when your parents tell you about their plans; nineteen when you meet tsukishima kei. he is calm, confident, and self-assured, a complete opposite of you — you're wondering whether it's possible to survive a fall from a skyscraper. not that you'd ever actually do it, of course.

the wedding happens a week before you turn twenty, and that night, tsukishima has the grace to at least pretend to not notice as you cry yourself to sleep. when you've almost dozed off, you hear him stumble out of bed and walk away. you wonder if he has a girlfriend, another partner, someone he truly loves, someone you're keep him away from. the freezer opens and closes. the prospect of you coming between two people too jarring to think about, so you try not to, and you are asleep when he gets back to bed.

the next morning, you're mortified at your appearance in the mirror, eyes red and puffy — much worse than expected, too. no wonder tsukishima had looked at you like that. oh, shit. you're a tsukishima too, now. you turn around, preparing to go to the kitchen to look for an ice pack — you don't remember seeing one, but it still gives you something to do instead of hating yourself and him and your entire life. when you're maybe halfway there, you bump into your new husband. he hasn't been expecting to see you here either, freezing in place with a couple of spoons in one hand. wait, spoons?

he holds them out to you awkwardly, brows furrowing as you stare at him. "what? take them, my fingers are getting cold."

you finally find your voice. "what for?"

"your eyes?" he says it like it's obvious. "i put them in the freezer last night."

oh. oh.

"t-thank you," you stammer, snatching them out of his hands, rushing back to the bathroom. maybe things aren't that bad after all.

living with tsukishima means you have to learn quickly that words are not enough — words are never enough. the first few days, it's difficult for you. when you cook something hoping he'll like it, and all you get is a cursory good, a distracted not bad.

it hurts, really hurts at first. you don't even want to be here, and the lack of appreciation makes it so much worse. that is, until, he invites his best friend, tadashi yamaguchi, over for dinner.

the two of you get along much easier than you expect — he's a complete opposite of your husband. when tsukishima is away from the table, he asks about the recipes. he's heard great things about your cooking, he says. tsukki will not shut up.

"i thought he didn't like it," you say. yamaguchi laughs at that, and that day you find out that with tsukishima, you have to look deeper than just words. you have to notice the crinkles at the corners of his eyes, and his appreciative hums, and the way he takes second helping and sometimes even thirds.

and then one day he approaches you, hands stuffed deep into his pockets. he clears his throat, runs one hand through his already messy blonde hair, clears his throat again. he fixes his glasses as you stare up at him expectantly. "yes?"

"canyoumakesomemorestrawberryshortcake."

"what?"

"strawberry shortcake," he gets out through gritted teeth. oh, you realise. he's embarrassed. "can you make some mo—"

"of course!" you reply before he can finish, trying to spare him the humiliation. on second though, this does mean he likes what you make. life is suddenly a little bit nicer.

tsukishima (willingly) holds your hand for the first time on your first anniversary. you refer to him as kei, now, and he doesn't really mind either. he thinks it's pretty, the way you say it. but he'll never tell you that, of course. he buys you your favourite flowers, even though it's not supposed to be a special date, because you're only married because your parents made you.

you hold the bouquet with one hand. "kei, you didn't have to!"

"i wanted to," he shrugs. "you're not the worst person to do this with."

"oh," you sigh, and the smile on your face is real, so real, and so is the way his lips quirk up — a small movement, but it's there nonetheless. "you too, kei."

you turn to go put the flowers in a vase when he grabs your wrist, pulling you back gently. his hand slots perfectly into yours, and he gives it an experimental squeeze. you squeeze back, and his thumb brushes over the back of your hand. "i mean it, y/n."

"i know." it's hard to suppress the grin that's trying to take over your face as you say it. "me too."

handholding becomes normal after that, whether he's holding onto you in the midst of a crowd, or the two of you are at home and he's playing with your fingers lazily. sometimes kei's doing something on his phone — he uses it one-handed, even if it makes things more difficult or slows down his typing — and your hand is in his other one. your hands might lie in the space between the two of you, fingers tangled together, or maybe he's tracing shapes, letters, words onto your palm — whatever comes to mind. either way, you like it. you like him.

nowadays, he even kisses you(r cheek) goodbye before work, and if he's extra tired after, he finds himself melting into you. your presence itself comforts him, your existence a soothing hand over his brow. he hopes you don't mind where this is going.

spoiler alert: you don't.

you've just poured yourself a cup of coffee when your husband walks into the kitchen, rubbing at his bleary eyes. he looks like he's just gotten out of bed and come here. there's something different about him that you cannot quite place, so you ignore it, half-turning to face him. "morning."

"g'morning," kei responds. his morning voice is low, rough as he walks up to where you're situated between the counter and the kitchen island. his hand falls to your waist easily as he moves you out of his way to stand behind you. his chin rests on your shoulder as he stifles a yawn. "i want some too."

you hand him your cup and he hums gratefully after taking a sip. putting it back on the counter, he wraps his arms around your waist. his body curves over yours as he lets go of himself. the weight is comforting as it blankets you — maybe the two of you can stay like this forever. you relax into the back hug; he nudges your head with his. "can't find m'glasses."

oh. so that's what's missing.

"i'll help you find them," you suggest, not questioning his rather... clingy attitude today. it's been well over two years since the two of you got married, and while he has told you on multiple occasions that you can see whoever you want, your moral code is still not low enough to partake in what can basically be termed as infidelity. even if the marriage is arranged, and there are no feelings involved — that's a lie, you know by now that you've definitely fallen for your husband, and hard — you still don't want to do anything of that sort, which has lead to you becoming quite touch-starved over time. so when tsukishima started becoming more and more physically affectionate as of late, you didn't dare question it, savouring every moment instead. over time, it's gone from fleeting touches and hooking his pinkie around yours while he tries to look unbothered, to much more confident hugs and handholding. essentially, everything a couple can do together — except kissing.

that's not to say you don't want to kiss him; you really do. when you see him chewing on his bottom lip, lost in thought, you want to kiss him. when you see him lick his lips while playing volleyball at all the games that he's started inviting you to now, even from afar you want to kiss him. and when one of his old friends from high school texts him about something stupid and his lips turn up into a pout without him noticing, you definitely want to kiss him.

but you digress.

it takes a two-minute search to find them on the floor by the bed; the floor by your side of the bed no less. the covers are more messy than you remember, even though you're sure you fixed up your part of the bed. the blankets are messy, pillows squished. the only way it could possibly be this way is if someone had been rolling around and also hugging your pillows.

you and tsukki live alone. you don't have any pets. you didn't do anything, and tsukki definitely would not — would he?

"why're you even out of bed so early?" you ask him as he falls back onto the covers. "you don't have work today."

kei flushes — actually flushes, a pretty red hue spreading across his face as he thinks of an answer. "you... weren't there," he says carefully.

"i see." your reply is just as cautious as you test the waters; after all, this is the first time whatever the two of you have going on between you has emerged from where it was comfortingly held captive in words left unspoken. "well, i'm here now."

"good," he says, and there's the slightest hint of a smile playing about his lips as he pats the space beside him. "c'mere."

oh dear. you really are sleepy, aren't you? maybe you shouldn't have gotten up this early either.

this time, you're the one waking up alone in bed — fortunately, too, because extricating yourself from the ridiculous pile of limbs that the two of you become every night is one of the least favourite parts of your day.

you find him pacing around the living room, phone held up to his ear. "that's not fucking working, tadashi! she's my wife, i can't just tell her that!"

his eyes meet yours; you raise a brow. tsukishima looks like a deer caught in headlights, before he cuts the call and puts his phone down. "hi."

"hi," you respond. anxiety twists in your stomach, a dark creature from an inky pool that crawls out and takes all of you. "what can't you just tell me?"

"nothing." it comes out too fast, and he knows he's fucked up by saying it.

"o-oh." you take it brilliantly, in stride. "well, are you having an affair, or something?"

you try to play it off as a joke, but the fear and insecurity is pathetically apparent in your voice. "i don't mind if you are—"

"i'm not!"

"it's totally okay if you are! that was part of our agreement, right?"

kei groans. he's not sure whether he should be put off or attracted by the way you're hell-bent on lying your way through this. "i swear i'm not, y/n."

"then?"

he swallows harshly. oh well, now it never. "come sit?"

you comply quietly. if not an affair, then what? technically, it doesn't count as one, you have to admit. but still, what was all of that affection for, then? to soften the blow?

"i like you," he whispers. his hands twist around each other nervously, knuckles white. "i know this is weird because we're fucking married, but i do—"

"okay," you breathe. "okay, me too."

you've thought about kissing kei tsukishima way more than you should. and when his tongue slips out to wet his grinning lips and his hand brushes your hair away and splays out to hold your face in one fluid motion, you especially want to do that. so you do.

you like being in love with him. when the two of you are glued together, when he absentmindedly traces iloveyous onto your palm, when he draws hearts on your shoulders with his thumbs. when he becomes much more vocal about how much he loves you, exactly. now, you even get to hear him say it out loud.

"i love you," he says, kissing your pajama-clad shoulder. "my sunshine princess."

"fuck's that?" you ask him, laughing, but you like it all the same.

"you're that," he replies, and refuses to elaborate.

as it turns out, you like him being in love with you too.

been on that married couple shit lately thanks mom ig. my parents also used to call me somethinf along the lines of sunshine/little miss sunshine when i was a kid bc i was so happy. not so me now but ill take it:)

chest hurts when i inhale like stopppp.

anyways 2:30am so i'll sleep now. lot of care, take love.

also ive been stuck at 499 for hours now so what should i do for 500

tags !! @akaakeis + @smiithys (gen taglist open!!)

[mamaclownhunter]

As a writer- I am turning SQH in my head like a rotisserie chicken.

He has a golden core but his spiritual presence is very weak (this makes for great spy work as he can move undetected)

He has a very short temper but fucking has killer customer service

This man can fucking multitask he has machinations on schemes on tasks and he is fucking good

While SQ has a better handle on the lore SQH made the world- idk if you ever world built before but even if you can’t pull it out of the top of your head it is there and I have a really fucking funny idea that like some times SQH BS’ stuff like he will be like “idk there is probably a “purple dragon fang” flower that like- makes you wanna bite people in this area- and sure enough there is bc SQH thought of it and it is his world.

SQH fucking knows his people- so funny he forgets demon cultures but that is what SQ is for (I love LBH pointing out MBJ’s crush but LBH was raised by human and goes to humans for advise on flirting with SQ so I don’t think he instinctively knows Demon’s courting rules- but MR I know fucking all the lore and how demons flirt bc that was Sha Hualing’s plot device to introduce Meng mo and also wife 20-29# Erica- plus he is a gossip monger- he knows all the details and knows MBJ is married to SQH and he is such an asshole he only tells LBH so he can keep getting updates for his husband to see)

LBH is the hero- but SQH is the creator. While he can’t beat LBH through brute force he has the ability to get around the plot armor. After all- all stories need the hero to be beat every once in a while! He can’t outright kill LBH but he does know all weaknesses and limits. That is his son

While the human realm (outside his disciples who are much more cut throat now bc of him) doesn’t really see the appeal of- demons are fucking intimidated by the King of the North’s consort. SQH made a fucking name for himself ordering demons, being untouchable outside consort SQ. But he is nasty and fierce and since they are demons SQH doesn’t feel as bad lashing out (not physically)

SQH knows his characters too. Mostly canon but I love that idea that to an outsider SQH knowing your name before anyone tells him is a red flag he has his invisible fingers in your pie- no one knows how he is so successful ofc (weak core) but no if he really knows someone by face it is bc he spent a week screaming in a pillow coming up with a voice and thought process.

The world of PIDW/SV is a complex beautiful world- per SY SQH is fucking talented but he had to eat- the man can tell and weave a story like a champion if put on the spot, he could be a DM. But SQH is very cautious bc he doesn’t know if he can accidentally make stuff

He doesn’t write much anymore which sucks bc that is a huge comping mechanism and reliever before it became his biggest stresser

That being said when he does realize he is a queen and has some time off- he writes again. For himself. For Mobei, never for SY but he gets copies all the same. But since he isn’t worried about food or money any more… he writes what he wants and lets that talent flow. He is annoyed the RPF is still popular smut but SQH had insane complex beautiful mysteries and fascinating war.

He brought up ripping off Harry Potter but make it gay and no fucking golden snitch. SQ fans himself and says “knowing you it will be done in three days I will be happy to read.”

He still writes shitting porn even after he loses his v card.

But his other works are inspired and SQ is furious he could have had this as a story and not PIDW how DARE YOU

sQH refuses to write anything for the PIDW/Sv world. All his books take place somewhere else- in the “future”- fantasy- just not in this world so he doesn’t add more to their crazy world

I have more but I am so tired

[cuntdevil]

★ FROZEN!

the flowers will be blooming, the leaves will be turning, and snow will be falling while we're making love. and the sun will be shining, the flowers still are blooming, the leaves will turn again, but time will be frozen with us.

( fic demographics. ) jujutsu kaisen, higuruma hiromi, fluff & sexually explicit | minors, ageless & blank blogs: do not interact & 4261 words.

╰┈➤ husband!higuruma hiromi, afab!reader (she/her), nickname: little dove, established relationship, playful banter, lots of doting on each other, cunnilingus, public sex, bathroom sex, etc.

( author's note. ) this fic is based on the song, frozen by sabrina claudio. thank you to those who read this fic. please leave comments & feedback down below. i love reading your inputs. 😋

He had his eyes set on you for the entire night. In a short dress that stopped above the knees, the attire left little to his imagination. The brown silky material that hugged your skin, glowed underneath the dim lights— you along with it. Gold necklaces that were perched on your neck and other accessories that continued to glamorize your beauty. You sat on the edge of the bar stool with a thick glass in your hand. Brown liquor that he presumed was a glass of bourbon and if he squinted just enough, he can see the print of your dark lipstick on the brim. 

Your eyes seem to wander, questioning your very next move. Should you go out on the dancefloor or keep your seat near the bar where a few men are ogling you down? From your body language, there's still some tension in your shoulders where you grip the edge of your seat, showing slight signs of discomfort. You were a bit antsy, your heels tapping against the legs of the bar stool. Your eyes are dodgy, seemingly trying not to make eye contact with the man that sits directly to your right. Higuruma wonders what your next move is going to be— grab your glass and head onto the dancefloor or keep your seat next to the pervert that doesn't know the definition of personal space? 

Part of him wants to step in and be the bigger man, be the savior for the night. It'll make approaching you all the easier, but the moment he takes one step, you're edging off your seat. And it leaves him curious to see what you're about to do. Your eyes continue to scan the crowd, starting to gnaw on your bottom lip as you seem to be in search of something, seemingly on the lookout for something to entice you. Or, as a matter of fact, someone. 

Eyes meeting his brown hues, they manage to glow for a second before you're slipping off your seat and quick to fix your dress as your heels click against the floor. And as quickly as your eyes landed on his, they quickly went away as in a few steps, you disappeared into the crowd. This game that you two were seemingly playing was a dangerous one, challenging each other for majority of the night, questioning who would approach who. From longing and lustrous stares that spoke more than a thousand words to Higuruma buying you a few drinks, this is the first time he's seen you heading to the dancefloor. Your destination? To him, he assumes. 

Higiruma swirls the glass in his hand, anticipation running through his bones as he waits expectantly for you. Bringing the glass to his lips, he takes a huge swig of the contents, familiar to the burn as it slipped easily down his throat. However, the longer that you stayed out of his eyesight, the quicker he started to worry, trying to remain nonchalant in his silent search for you. However, as time progressed with your absence— it being a minute or two— Higuruma’s posture straightened as he took his back from against the wall. Him, too, moving from his spot from the night. 

Though the crowd isn't as big as it is on other nights, it proves to be a hassle to navigate through. The constant apologies leaving his lips comes as a nuisance as his big brown eyes never make purposeful eye contact with the people he's pushing past, only hoping to meet with yours again. Finally to make a move on you and hope to keep up a steady conversation with you— potentially hoping for more. 

Rough and veiny hands that continue to push and nudge past people, he feels the hard edge of someone's elbows digging into his rib cage. He feels the unsteadiness of that person as their clumsiness becomes his problem and stops him in his endeavor. “Shit! I’m—oh.”

It's you. The gloss over your lips glimmer under the lighting, making your smile all the more noticeable under his gaze. If he thought the first making of eye contact was anything, the press of your skin against him has him feeling like he's in his early teens again— that feeling of having his first crush being something euphoric. 

Luckily, he's no fool. He helps you straighten yourself up after your near fall, steadying you to your feet as you fix the wrinkles in your dress. He wants to look back into those eyes of yours again, to get another feel of your waist, but he restrains himself. 

“Hi,” you're first to speak, ending this game of cat and mouse, finally meeting in the middle. And despite the look of his hollow pupils, they light up as his lips curve upwards. 

“Hello,” he breathes, finding himself getting lost in your gaze— bright and warm pupils that are welcoming. They call to him, reeling him like a siren, but instead of impending doom, your beckon out to him is soothing, adding on an extra ten years to his life. So caught up in looking at you, Higuruma doesn’t say anything else to you, staring into your expectant eyes, hoping for more. It’s not until your eyes drop, a frown contorting your face that he falls out of his trance.

“Is that all you got?” An eyebrow rises, challenging him to say more. “Hello?”

“It's a common greeting for any meet-up,” he shrugs, pulling away from you. The crowd around you feels like they’ve dissipated, erasing them from the back of your mind as you focus on the man in front of you— more so his stupidity. He shoves his hands into his pockets, his long-sleeved button up tucked in his bottoms while the sleeves are pulled up over his elbows. His posture straightens out, head tilting slightly. 

“Yeah, but you didn't try to continue the conversation,” you press a finger into his chest. Just through that poke can you feel the heat from his body reverberating from him. “What was that about?”

“You said you were taking the lead this time,” he shrugs once more, poking out his bottom lip. He speaks with such nonchalance, the corner of his lip curving upwards as though he’s doing this to you on purpose. You scoff, crossing your arms as you lean your weight to the right. “Way to break the roleplay.”

“You already did by asking ‘is that all you got,’” he does a horrible job at mimicking your voice, but manages to pull a snicker from you. Nudging him playfully, the facade immediately falters as you lean your head into him. The music is fast-paced, but you rock slowly against Higuruma as he immediately intertwines his arms around you, hand dipping low to cup your ass.

“That was not me breaking character,” you frown, lifting your head up from his chest. “That was me being sassy.”

“Well, I thought otherwise,” he hums, hands immediately tangling itself to your hair. Thick hair that he loves taking whiffs of when you allow him to. 

“I don't like taking the lead,” you pout, your hands going to wrap around him. “You're better at it.”

“Mmm, I like when you do it, though,” he smirks, looking at you knowingly. 

“You do?” You smile giddy, posture straightening and pushing yourself more into him. Your hands rise to wrap around his neck. 

And impossibly so, he pulls you in closer and with a curt nod, he gently pecks your lips. “Yeah, I do.”

—

The line to the bathroom is surprisingly nonexistent, leading Higuruma to easily slip inside with you while his lips are still on yours. The visceral hunger that courses through his veins as the two of you share a passionate kiss would have anyone think that the two of you are a fling, not a married couple looking to spruce up your relationship. He gropes onto your skin, fingers underneath the hem of the bottom of your dress, feeling for the edges of your underwear. 

He carries you to the handicapped bathroom stall, kicking the door open to quickly shut it behind him, fumbling to lock it with his thick fingers. He’s determined to keep your lips on his, ready to have you all to himself. Only to his dismay, you pull away to do the job for him with a breathy giggle. “There you go, big boy.”

“I had it, y’know,” he jests, smiling as a snort follows short after. You pepper kisses on the bottom of his lip down to the sharpness of his jaw. Eyelids that hang with the weight of your lust, your finger pushes into his chest, sharp nails digging underneath the cloth and into his chest. He loves the slight tinge of pain. You giggle, planting yet another kiss, “‘M sure you did, baby.”

Hoisting you onto the sink provided, Higuruma’s mouth falls onto yours once more. Arms wrapping around you to press your body closer into his. In such proximity, he smells every inch and feels nearly every crevice of you. The beds of your fingertips roam his back, humming into his touch as you roll your hips into him. 

“It took you long enough to approach me,” you breathe, cheekbones rising and hot as your chest rises and falls.

“Again,” he playfully rolled his eyes. “Because I thought you were taking the lead tonight.”

“You didn't think that after a while, I’d call quits?” You move to unbutton his shirt, revealing the tufts of curls growing atop his chest. You always find yourself pausing at intimate times like this to play with his chest hair, nails combing through to feel the texture. Growing absentminded, the press of your husband’s body shortly brings you back to reality. “Hm?”

“Nah, just thought you were playing hard to get,” he breathes, reaching for the thin straps of your dress, pulling them down for them to pool down your sides as you slip out. Without the security, your breasts are close to falling out of the top of your dress as it slowly falls from your upper body. No matter how many times Higuruma’s seen you in your vulnerable state, his eyes can’t help but linger on longer, breath always hitching like it’s the first time all over again. “Just like you always have, little dove.”

You know what he's referencing, leading you to roll his eyes and playfully slap his chest. He loves to joke about how he always had a crush on you in your shared childhood and how you “knew,” but was playing the role “hard to get” really well. And you like to remind him that that's only a story that he likes to mend his heart whenever he looks back on the memory. 

Being married for sixteen years, knowing each other for over twenty, it’s a love story that people marvel over. People always ask about how the two of you came to realize that you loved each other, wanting the story from beginning to present day. However, you always find the in-betweens and the ups-and-downs within your relationship to be more intriguing. 

Having known each other since you were eleven years old, you both know how to get under each other's skin— whether it is purposeful or not. Sharing plenty of fights in and outside of your marriage that have been at times brutal and unforgiving. Moments where the two of you wanted to claw at each other's throats, but have only resulted in sleeping in separate rooms— you hogged the bedroom forcing him on the couch. 

Other times, waking up next to each other didn't feel as warm and loving as they used to. It felt like sleeping next to a stranger, sharing a home with someone that just happens to know you from the back of your hand. The longevity of your relationship with Higuruma has forced the two of you to fall out of love and fall back in. A constant back and forth, tugging at both of your hearts. It became a nuisance that the two of you started to question if it was normal. Why can't love stay stagnant— in one straight line?

However, when the suggestion of going to couple's therapy was thrown towards the two of you, both of your worries soon disintegrated into the air. The explanation that a lasting love is through surviving the ups and downs and eventually finding your way back to each other. When weeks or even months would be filled with a hollow void, it was completely normal that the two of you would eventually come to your senses in order to bring back that spark. That as long as you both felt happy to chase back to each other once more, things were fine. Only when that void can no longer be filled and the two you have eternally ran out of gas, comes the question of putting an end to the potential mental and emotional suffering. But no, the two of you both knew that would never be an issue. You were certain.

The both of you knew that when that spark had dissipated, it wasn’t entirely gone— and even so, the two of you would love to unravel and discover the new version of yourselves. Seeing if you could fall in love with each and every one of them.

From small dates to vacations to purposeful times of spending time away from each other to spontaneous rendezvous, those grim eyes would always be replaced with a flicker. When the tips of your noses would touch, a flame was ignited and when your souls intertwined once more under a heated kiss, the fireworks would go off, once again uncovering a hidden truth about the two of you. And at moments like this, where a kiss wasn't strong enough to showcase your love for one another, it'll result in the beginning of an end only to lead to more beginnings. 

Wet skin trails down from the jugular to your cleavage, hot tufts of air tickling the saliva-made path towards your breasts. He hums, hiking up your dress to scrunch around your stomach, leaving further more of your bare skin to shiver under the chill of the bathroom air conditioner. So far, the two of you haven’t been caught, silent enough where you don’t think anyone has suspected a thing. But neither of you have been paying too much attention to really take note of those who’ve come in and out. 

You’re near bare, whereas Higuruma still has on too much clothes. His dress shirt hanging off his arms, vulnerable to the cold air as well, you don’t know if he’s shivering because of it or because of your skin against his. The taunt of his lips starting to trek closer to the dark nubs on your chest has you aching for more, wanting him on you in more ways than one. You buck your hips, slowly inching off the sink if it means getting more of what you want. Hugging him by his neck, you reel him in closer to you and because of the height of the sink, it gives you more advantage. Hands snaking down to his belt buckle, you pull at it. “Take it off,” you breathe, pupils dilating as you gnaw on your bottom lip, tasting the remnant of your bitter gloss. 

And just with those three words, Higuruma takes time to retract his arms away from your body, focusing on your request. Eye bags that are purple and hanging with exhaustion, they lighten up all the more. He smirks, “And who’s the one who said you can’t take control?” 

With the loosened strap of his belt, the buckle sounds in the air as he lowers the zip. He tugs it down to reveal his still clothed erection, but more prominent with one layer now removed. Those devious little fingers of your lower to cup his cock, feeling his thick shaft through his boxer briefs, to hear that hiss he lets out now. To see how his jaw clenches and just how much he falls for you even more at times like this. 

He leans in for another kiss, whispering I love you as he does so as you continue to rub and tease at his hard on. And as much as he loves the feeling of your hand wrapped around his length, squeezing at it to invoke a reaction, he slowly drags it away to instead play with the hem of your laced underwear. Pretty panties that hug onto your hips that he has the pleasure of taking off. They pool at your feet before they’re finally off. He holds them in the air, dangling the skimpy cloth with one finger and giving it a spin. 

“You play too much.” You snort, reaching to snatch it from his hold but he quickly retracts and rests it behind you on the sink. With your ass now sitting on the high top porcelain, your slick folds are vulnerable to the sight of your dear husband. His hands hug underneath your ass, dragging you closer to the edge and spreading your legs out more. Another kiss against your lips before he’s balancing himself on the balls of his feet. 

He massages the globes of your ass, nipping at your bottom lip before he’s dipping below towards your honeyed entrance. The heat of his skin ghosting over yours, holding and keeping you secure in his arms. “Make sure you’re holding on tightly, dove.”

You fix your hold onto the edges of the sink, gripping onto it with the pads of your fingers as your nails clink against the smooth porcelain. Your eyes meet Higuruma’s, nodding to confirm that you’ve done as he said. Lips contorting into a playful smile as you feel him dragging you off the edge, you jest, “You better not drop me, Hiro.”

“Have I ever?” Knowing you all too well, he knows that mouth of yours has more to say. Lucky enough for him, he also knows how to silence you— shifting your thoughts away from focusing on a snide remark to come back with to center it on your pleasure. With the swipe of his tongue against your clit, his brown eyes look up to intake an amused huff of air. Just as he always calls it. 

Your sensitive nub in the euphoric hold of Higuruma’s lips. Just one swipe of the tongue was enough to deter your previous thoughts and have you shutter as your heat’s finally been given the attention it’s been yearning for all night. You clench around nothing, feeling the small blow of air from Higuruma. It has your legs nearly tightening around his head in silent warning that only has him chuckling. “Y’know you’re in great care, dove. Don’t worry.”

“H-how can I not worry when you’re tormenting me right now?”

Another swipe to your clit. “With a little bit of pain comes pleasure, my love.”

If there’s one primary benefit for the longevity of your relationship, it’s the mastery of each other’s bodies. From first learning each other to becoming professionals, you don’t think you’d ever depart from Higuruma willingly. You don’t think either of you would. 

Holding tightly to the sink, your legs wrap around Higuruma’s shoulders as he sucks onto your clit. How badly your fingers want to tangle into those stringy brown locks as your back arches onto the mirror. Your juices drip, smearing your inner thighs and down Higuruma’s chin. You moan and whine, and whatever worries you had for those entering the bathroom, they’re nonexistent now. From the moment someone enters the women’s restroom, they can hear your sultry and whiny moans, quickly having to decide if they have the strength to use the stall next to yours or if they have even more strength to hold it in. 

Pink lips wrapped around your clit, Higuruma’s eyes are shut, savoring the taste of your essence, humming and groaning periodically as he laps up almost every drop of you. Your thighs trap him in place, but he only inches forward as one arm keeps a firm grip on you. He rebalances himself as one arm slithers from around your waist. His hold on you is still secure, but his now free hand snakes its way in between your legs, making room to fit in between your slick-stained thighs. 

Two fingers prodding at your entrance. They cause you to jump, your chest rising and falling as you clench in anticipation, waiting for his skillful fingers to be inside you. You gnaw on your bottom lip as your arms start to ache from holding your own weight. Higuruma’s lips are still attached to your clit, suckling on the sensitive bud as you feel the insert of his digits inside of you. They prod and tease at your entrance, playful motions that are meant to torture you, you come that decision. “Hiromi…”

Your voice comes out breathy, but Higuruma knows what you mean— No more playing around. Inching deeper inside you, he feels the warmth of your pussy, grunting as he momentarily pulls away from your sensitive bud that has come to throb at the absence of his mouth. Looking up into your eyes, he maintains eye contact until his fingers are completely engulfed in your heat. His digits curl inside you, feeling your body clench as he plants one kiss against your inner thigh before finding purchase right on your clit once more. 

They’re still, basking in your warmth for mere seconds before he’s dragging moans from your lips. A high-pitched melody being sung as he calls for more of your juices to pour out of you. Like the majestic waterfall you are, he drinks your honey up like a greedy pirate that’s finally found the treasure. The hand holding you up only seems to tighten around you, short nails that still manage to dig into your skin as you’re starting to buck your hips closer to him. Now and all the times before, Higuruma is reminded of the first time he’s gotten to have you to himself— the first time he’s ever made you authentically moan; the first time he’s genuinely ever brought you to pure bliss. 

It makes his cock impossibly hard, strained within his underwear as it aches to be touched, seeking relief. Guttural moans leave his lips before positioning himself in a better angle, twisting and curving his fingers deeper inside you and picking up his pace to bring you to nirvana. And you’ve always been such a good supporter, egging him on for all of his achievements and pushing him towards becoming better. You do the same now with your melodic moans and mewls, sounds resembling the call of a siren reeling in helpless sailors stuck at sea. 

“‘M close, Hiro,” you cry, bottom lip trembling. “Make me cum. Please.”

Higuruma doesn’t mind being a helpless sailor, creating a path straight towards the murderous siren— you— as he pistons his finger in and out of you. The waves start to get rougher— harsher— as you squelch around his digits.  With every press inside your cunt, you can feel yourself starting to unravel. The band keeping you together is wearing thin, about to snap as Higuruma is unrelenting with this brutal pace. The coil and curl every once in a while, making you come undone as you fear you might let go of the sink. 

“Fuck, Hiromi,” you cry out. “I’m—I—”

“Don’t worry, dove,” Higuruma breathes against your clit. “I’ve got you.”

And there’s a peace in death, drowning in a dark abyss as the water engulfs you whole. You deceitful siren— you’ve brought your husband to his death, thighs that have started suffocating him as your juices come down heavy. Your grip on the sink has loosened, nearly about to fall over, but he catches you from your fall. You coat his fingers in white, dripping down his fingers and to his wrists. Lips departing from your clit to clean up the mess you've made of him, taking his last breath before his body finally sinks to the bottom and forever lost at sea. 

Hoisting you back on the sink, your hands go back to it as you catch your breath. Head falling back, you take in a deep inhale until you feel the press of Higuruma's thumb against your sensitive and stimulated nub. You jolt, a whine leaving you. You open your eyes to berate him, “Hiro—”

From his elbow to his fingers, he licks himself clean of your orgasm. All the while, he keeps eye contact. When he's all done, he reaches for your ankle and gives it a tender kiss before standing to his feet. He's not done yet. When you're about to open your mouth to say something, he's capturing your lips for the final kiss inside the club— he plans to give you plenty more once the two of you get home. 

“How ‘bout we get outta here?” He suggests with a twinkle in his eyes. “Head home, have two glasses of wine before sheathing myself into that sweet cunt of yours?”

“How about—” you hum, diverting your gaze away from his brown eyes as you feign to ponder. “—we leave and skip the glasses of wine? Don't think I can wait any longer to have you inside me?”

Your eyes are completely lust-blown. Higuruma swears he can see your pupils shape-shift into hearts— beautiful ones they are. He smirks, a chuckle reverberating from his chest. “Anything for you, my love.”

[slytherinshua]

HUSBAND MATERIAL

summary. things that husband!matthew does that are a perfect example of husband material. genre. fluff. headcanons. warnings. like 1 suggestive line 😭. all the rest of it is just matthew being perfect and adorable tho </3. i probably wrote him a bit ooc BUT OH WELL LIKE I CANNOT MATCH THIS MANS FREAK LEAVE ME ALONE 😞 pairing. husband!matthew x fem!reader. wc. 751. request. requested by anon (totally an anon.... @heavenfilm) a/n. at this point i cannot deny that matthew is my second bias.. so that's great 🧍‍♀️ i hate my life PLEASE WHY DO ZB1 EXIST

EYE CONTACT

He always finds your eyes from across the room. Whether you’re hanging out with friends or alone at home doing separate tasks, Matthew always scans the room to find where you are. He’ll give you a smooth smile or a wink once he knows he has your attention. No matter how many times he does it, it always manages to summon butterflies in your stomach. It’s mostly another excuse for him to be flirty with you, but he also does it so he can check up on how you’re feeling. He’s always been good at reading your emotions from your face, and he always wants to know if you were ever feeling uncomfortable or down in any way. Matthew always makes sure to make his way over to you and wipe the frown off your face if he needs to.

SELFIES

He will always send you selfies throughout the day. You know exactly what he’s doing practically every hour of the day, because you’re always texting each other. He’ll update you on schedules or let you know when he’ll be back from the gym. If one or both of you are busy for the majority of the day, Matthew will try to FaceTime you during lunch break. Communication is one of the most important things to Matthew, and making sure you’re updated on his schedule is something he’ll always prioritise. 

GRABBING YOUR WAIST

He loves to grab your waist when you’re walking by. Say he’s sitting on the couch and you were walking past him. He would definitely grab your waist and pull you down onto his lap, having no concern for where you had originally been trying to go. This would, of course, be accompanied by plenty of kisses. Your cheeks or forehead are his favourite places to kiss, but if he’s feeling more romantic, he might go for your neck or hand instead. This man is always clingy, and you’ve had to learn to accept that once he gets his hands on you, he will not let you leave until he’s done peppering kisses to your skin.

DATE NIGHTS

Just because you’ve already tied the knot, doesn’t mean that date nights aren’t a serious ordeal for Matthew. He’ll make sure to book a reservation for a fancy restaurant and wear his best suit. He loves to do all the overly romantic things with you that seem straight out of a romcom. He never forgets to tell you how beautiful you look all throughout the date, and if you were ever unsure of how much he adored you, he would be sure to show you later that night.

PICKUP LINES

Cheesy pickup lines are a Matthew staple, and, as your husband, he definitely doesn’t hold back. He knows he’s yours forever, a promise you made with each other on the day of your wedding, and the thought of it just makes his brain go a little crazy. He’s so in love with you, and, unfortunately, his favourite way of playfully expressing it to you is trying endless pickup lines on you. No matter how corny they are, they always manage to make you giggle, which is exactly the reaction Matthew wants. Even if you hate them, you’re never going to be able to get him to stop using them. He’s a bit too addicted to the cliché one-liners. 

BOUQUETS

He’ll bring you back bouquets when he’s been away almost all day. Since he’s very busy, he can’t often spend all day with you like he wants to. Knowing that whenever you miss him, you can just smell the flowers that he gave you puts his mind at ease. Plus, it gives him extra husband points according to you, so he started making it part of his regular routine. He picked up on what flowers you liked the most after a couple weeks and consistently picks out the prettiest bouquets. 

NIGHT TIME KISSES

Matthew has a special night-time routine with you. It’s not skincare or any other hygiene, but in his mind, it’s just as important. When it’s late at night and you’re both drowsy, Matthew loves to give you soft kisses. He has no ulterior motive with them other than showing you how much he loves you. He’ll start with your hand and make his way up your arm, slow and gentle. He takes extra care with your face, making sure the kisses are as tender as possible. Once he reaches your lips, he’ll practically melt into them— the final thing he needs before he falls asleep with you in his arms. 

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Elysium - Chapter 1

General Marcus Acacius x Reader

In Rome, three things are known. War must be won. Caesar is supreme. And women are useless if not bred and wed. Though you have been shielded from this longer than most, your clock has run out. You must be wed lest you be exposed to a life of poverty. You need a husband. And the General needs a bride.

A/N Hi Friends!!! I know the hype died down… but I’m still on it I’m sorry!!! Anyway I kinda miss this space. Hope you all are doing well!!! All my love!! -Mo

Before I was truly able to understand such things, I watched my father marry his second wife, Alba.

My mother died giving me life, and my father grieved for her for the first seven years of my little life. My tiny heart knew only of harsh words and tear filled apologies for those first seven years. But when Alba came, becoming the second wife, she became my first mother. The first soft smile and soft hand I knew.

I remember so clearly that day, when I snuck into Alba’s room to watch her prepare for her marriage to my father. We had only met each other once before, the morning she was promised to my father. She saw my timid eyes behind the door, and she laughed before calling me in.

Her laugh sounded like bells on a ceremonial horse. Light, tingly on my skin, and a harbinger of celebration. Her skin was , and still is, soft as silk and fragrant of rich lavender. She was draped in white linens and dripping in gold, with pearls strung in her hair.

She picked me up to put me in her lap, even though I was keenly aware of the wrinkles I would give her. She gently put a stray hair back behind my ears, “Thank you for letting me be your mother child. I want you to know that I am honored to care for you and your father in this life.”

Their wedding ceremony was a simple affair. I stayed close to Alba’s side, and never strayed far from either her or her friends who came to the wedding. I watched my father, who smiled and laughed when needed, but I could still tell there was an underlying ache. An ache which he would later… many years later… confess that he was worried about how I would respond to Alba… and if I would ever forgive him for the grief he allowed to eat him alive.

Alba was the perfect mother. An even better friend and wife to my father. She has actively campaigned for an extension of my maiden hood, to allow me to study and be youthful, to have those days she couldn’t have. And I thanked the Gods for a mother to take care of me for my time on earth.

In the garden, behind the grand house of my father, my mother Alba tended to wonderful flowers. Like diamonds they glittered amongst the vines and shady leaves. My father was never a man for many words, but he took care to bring back a plant from any foreign lands he visited on a campaign. Even if they couldn’t be planted, it was the sweet smile that Alba gave him that was medal and honor enough. I would often sit with Alba, reading to her as she tended to her garden, the fruits and flowers and herbs that created a beautiful tableau of creation. Alba could not read… she was not permitted to… and perhaps that was why she sweetly and quietly championed for my education to my father, placating him with sweet words and touches when he worried about my lack of marital prospects.

Now, Alba is not as youthful as when she came into our home. Her jet black hair has a small streak of gray, framing her soft face. There’s small creases in the corner of her eyes when she smiles and laughs. She is somehow more beautiful than ever before. But in recent months, she looks more somber…contemplating… wondering.

And it is in our daily strolls in her gardens, when she grabs my hand, stopping in the farthest corner, “Little dove… we have always been honest with each other yes?”

I pause, having to look down due to her short stature. “Yes mother, of course. Have I done something to upset you?”

She shakes her head vehemently, “No never my dove. But, there is something your father had asked me to keep from you but, I do not think I can any more. Not from you.”

I sit on one of the stone benches placed in the garden, “Mother, please, speak plainly. Are you ill? Is father ill?”

Alba looks around, seemingly checking for prying eyes in the garden, before turning to me, “Your father… he has-“

I hear my father’s booming voice from across the way, from the house. My head and Alba’s whips up, to see my father. Imposing and strong, with his large beard, threaded with silver and black. Beside him, stands a man who I’ve seen many more times in the past few months. General Acacius, one of the most decorated generals in the history of Rome, has become a frequent phantom in my father’s house. He has never said anything, or done anything more than nod at me when I pour his wine at the direction of father. When I play the lyre in the corner of the room, I feel his heated eyes on me , making me flush and sweat. He is handsome. Certainly. But he is more terrifying. He does not have the booming voice of your father. Rather it is the terse nature, the breadth of his form, and the low rumbling of his voice is what makes me gaze at him quietly, guarded and wondering.

Alba nods at me, single handedly holding a dam of secrets, close to breaking. We make it to the steps, and I am keenly aware of the subdued finery of General Acacius. I bow my head, “General Acacius, thank you for blessing my father’s house once more. It is good to see you. “

He bows his head, “It is an honor to be received here my lady. The blessing is mine… to see you.”

My head shoots up, unladylike entirely but the sudden lack of air that makes me want to claw at my neck. Something is wrong. Alba is gripping my father’s wrist and my arm. My father nods, “Let us go into the atrium, wine is served for our purposes today.”

General Acacius offers his arm, and I can’t help but feel I’m being brought to the slaughter. I’m lead to the atrium. There on the table, wine, fine cups, and jewelry. I am seated next to Alba, facing my father and the General. My father leaned forward, grasping my mother’s hand, “Smile child. This is a joyous day.”

I look to the General, who does not seem to share such a sentiment. To my father I say, “Forgive me father… I must be ignorant to the day.”

My father speaks, “It’s the day of your engagement, the eve of your marriage.”

I feel heat rush up my neck. The sweat beginning to trickle down my back. Marriage? To..

“My lady. This is indeed a rushed courtship. You will want for nothing. I have brought bracelets and pearls indicative of my intentions and surety.”

I glance at the table carrying wine. And surely… I have never seen such finery. It’s even more beautiful than the treasure of my mother’s. I look tentatively at the

General, trying to calm my heart, “General Acacius… I am flattered and honored by your gifts… but I did not think you knew me other than my ability to play music or pour wine.”

“Silence Child.”, my father booms, though I do not even look at him. General Acacius puts his hand up, “Peace Old Friend. Your daughter is right. And surely she is not a child anymore,” he turns to me, dark eyes boring into me, “… and she is right. I had yet to make my intentions known till this afternoon. My apologies.”

He shifts in his seat, as if adjusting his fighting stance, “My friend, and my lady, may I have a moment with my bride alone?”

My father and Alba nod standing to leave. My father nods at me, Alba kissing my cheek. They walk arm in arm out into the garden, leaving the General and I alone, save for the two servants in the corner. General Acacius moves with an otherworldly grace to stand beside my own lectus, “May I?”

I nod gently, keeping my eyes trained on his form, taking note of every move. Though I can hardly stand it. Like looking into the night lamps for too long. He commands the air around him, and suddenly I feel like I am lounging on his throne. He faces me, palms facing upward as if holding an offering for me to inspect.

“My lady. I wish to apologize. I did not make my intentions known to you before this day.”

Before I can reign it back into my chest my voice tumbles out, “You’re in need of a breeding mare Dominus?”

I snap my mouth shut, with my eyes bulging wide. To my horror and relief, a small smile shows itself on his face, causing creases in his eyes, a chuckle is coughed out. “Your father said you were a handful, I’m glad to see he wasn’t exaggerating.”

He faces me more, looking for my steeled facade to crack, “My lady… I am not here simply for children. I am reached an age of maturity where my lack of wife is troubling to my advisors and staff. I am in need of a wife to manage my properties. A intelligent person who I can trust. And… your father has described to me that you have yet to find a husband.”

My shoulders straighten out, a feeble attempt at taking up more space on this shared lectus. “Do you think I need a husband Dominus?”

“Would you rather I lie to you for your comfort?”

“No.”

“Rome will one day see no need for a woman to be married. I’ve known many a woman to be more competent than the men around her. Even I. But unfortunately… Rome has not seen that yet.”

A beat. A breath. General Acacius sighed, “I do not think you need me. Not really. If this was a different world. But as it stands… I need a wife for stability and you need a husband for security.

My lady… you will want for nothing in my house. The grounds, yours. The staff, yours. The title, yours. My wealth, yours. Continue to study in my house, and use your education to manage the house and money how your see fit. All I ask, is that you be loyal to my house.”

I feel a big swoop in my chest, like I’m standing on the ledge of a great precipice. I feel my skin on fire. Though he is this great man, a most decorated general… he kneels before me. He needs a wife.

I did not envision a husband for myself. I imagined myself passing under the eyes of any man who came across me, covered in a gossamer veil of anonymity. I did not ask for love. I did not ask for a husband. In the corner of the room, I see my father staring intently.

I may not want to be married. But I will be. One man or another. Rome does not deal with unmarried women.

General Acacius turns, and sees my father. He turns back to me. His voice rumbling like a summer storm, “The burden will be light. Though I cannot force your hand.”

Burning embers stare from behind thick lashes. I slide my hand into his waiting palms, “I accept your offer Dominus. May our union be merry.”

His whole body slackens, closing his eyes for rest that finally seemed to come. He reached to the box, pulling out a golf arm band, engraved with laurels and a mighty horse. He presents it to me, “The symbol of my house. Wear it, and all will know you are the focus of my eyes.”

I nod, and I gasp at his touch caressing up my arm. As if I am made of glass he slides the arm band up, cool and firm. Though I stare at the band and its subtle richness, I feel his piercing gaze on my face. I whisper, “Thank you Dominus.”

He stands, gently beckoning me to stand, my hands in his. General Acacius presses my knuckles to his lips, the softness surprising me, “Thank you.”

My mother and father approach, my father joyous and self satisfied at his match. My mother embraced General Acacius like a new son, before turning to me. She kissed my cheek quickly whispering, “You will be blessed. The Gods see you.”

In a solemn recitation of contract, and the sharing of wine, I am promised to General Marcus Acacius, most honored General of Rome. There is no laughter. No giggling and peeking behind doors. There is no one to share it with.

Once the contract is settled, we see General Acacius out. In swift and powerful motion, he mounts his horse. His gaze passes over my father and right to me, “I will be back in three weeks to fetch you. My servants will be here in a weeks time to assist in preparation for the marriage banquet. They will have my purse, spend whatever you wish. I will see you soon my lady.”

Without another word, he takes off with the speed of the wind. My father grunts walking inside, calling for his servants to begin preparing for my wedding feast. I hear Alba speaking, but it is all rushing water over me. All I can hear is the pounding of his horse in the distance. All I can see is my husband riding home. My new home.

[shanastoryteller]

Hello! Thank you for taking the time to open prompts! Could i ask for some lady mo, or anything with wei wuxian? He’s my fave!

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When one of the servants A-jie had brought with her when she married catches his eye and then disappears, Jiang Cheng’s stomach drops.

He leaves Shuchun to deal with the official mingling, which earns him a dirty look, but he refuses to feel bad about it. Wang Yan is hovering at the edges and either she or Jin Ling will save her from any truly obnoxious conversations.

He makes his way to his sister’s rooms, knocking twice before pushing inside. “What’s going on?”

The first person he sees is Jiang Xingyi, which is never good, but A-jie appears whole and healthy. She grabs his arm with both hands, pulling him close before whispering, “Would you be able to get genkwa before the end of the night hunt?”

“Yes,” he says, even though doing it without getting caught is going to be nearly impossible. What his sister needs, she gets. “How far along?”

She doesn’t look any different to him, but then again she never does. But if she needs it before the end of the night hunt, she must have caught it late this time.

This isn’t the first time he’s needed to do this.

A-jie’s body might not be able to handle another birth. He knows that she wants a big family, but none of them are willing to risk her life for another child.  

Well, he and Jin Zixuan aren’t. Jin Guangshan and Madam Jin would do it gladly, which is why they can never, ever know of the times he’s had to smuggle the crushed purple little flowers into her hands.

“It’s not for me,” she says which leaves him blinking. “Maybe we won’t need it, but she won’t stop crying, and I don’t want to offer her something that I can’t carry through on. You’re sure?”

“Yes,” he says, “but who are we talking about?”

If it’s A-jie, everything has to be handled with the utmost secrecy, only Jiangs, Jin Zixuan, and Jin Guangyao privy to her condition. But a servant girl or even a noble’s daughter doesn’t garner enough attention to warrant their normal subterfuge.

A-jie gives him a look so full of grief that he’s already reaching for her before she turns and crosses over to the entrance to her private bath. She knocks then leans against the door, “Meimei, can you come out? There’s someone else here, he can help you. You can trust him, I promise.”

The endearment tells him nothing beyond it’s a woman younger than A-jie.

The seconds drag on and then the door slowly opens, a women clad only in one damp robe stepping out. He lifts his eyes to her face, red and splotchy from crying and her hair a mess all around her, and feels his mouth drop. “Lady Xuanyu?”

The wife to the second jade of Lan is not some servant girl or even just a noble’s daughter.

She sees him and fresh wave of tears roll down her face, but she’s smiling too, and A-jie is relaxing. “Hi Jiang Cheng.”

“Is it his?” he asks, mind spinning. “Lan Wangji’s?”

A-jie glares at his lack of tact, but he’s trying to make sense of this. If she’s sleeping around on Lan Wangji, Jiang Cheng is hardly going to blame her for it, but it’ll explain why she needs to end the pregnancy.

She hiccups, lifting a sleeve to wipe at her cheeks. “Y-yeah.”

On the bright side, it’s not like Lan Wangji can hate him more than he already does.

A second reason for her to be so miserable at the news that she’s carrying her husband’s child occurs to him and the rage that sweeps through him is surprising in its intensity. “Does he hurt you?”

He drank with her the night before her wedding and told her that Lan Wangji wasn’t that awful, that he wouldn’t hurt her. He told her that she’d be safe as his bride.

But now she’s sobbing and pregnant and so clearly terrified.

Xuanyu hesitates.

“I’m going to kill him,” he says. It comes out perfectly calm, none of his normal bluster. Both A-jie and Jiang Xingyi pale.

He turns to leave, already planning on drawing his sword first and explaining after. Lan Wangji has made a liar out of him. Xuanyu is young and didn’t ask for any of this and he has a responsibility to protect his bride and Jiang Cheng told her that he wouldn’t hurt her and now she’s here and she’s hurt and he’s going to rip Lan Wangji’s spine out and shove it down his throat.

People don’t like him, don’t get along with him, generally. But she’d sat with him beneath the light of the moon and drank with him and it had been something warm and familiar that he hasn’t had since before the war. He tells himself that’s why he cares his so much when the truth is he doesn’t know why, it’s just that she feels familiar in a way he can’t explain, not when he the first time they met was that night.

“Jiang Cheng!” She lunges forward, hugging him from behind, wrapping her arms around his waist. He braces for the feeling of discomfort, ready to push back agaisnt the urge to shove her off of him. It doesn’t come. “I didn’t mean like that! We spar, a lot, and I get hurt, but I’m always requesting it. It’s not like that.”

He turns in her arms, gently pushing her back but not letting go of her shoulders. “Then why are you crying? It’s okay, you can tell me the truth. I’m not afraid of Lan Wangji.”

“I just,” she sniffs. “I can’t – he doesn’t like me, you know? And – and I’m better than I was, um, healthier, but what if,” she blinks heavily, “what if I’m not strong enough, or something goes wrong, and then – what if I mess it up? And it’s all my fault, because I was weak, and then I’m a failure and he hates me–”

“Oh, Xuanyu,” A-jie whispers. He knows she had a lot of those same fears when she was pregnant with Jin Ling, and she and Jin Zixuan were in love, and he proposed to her fully knowing the state of her health.

Both Xuanyu and Lan Wangji were forced into this marriage.

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do,” he says firmly. “If you don’t want to have this baby, then you don’t have to. Whatever the reason. And if anyone tries to force you to, I’ll stop them. I don’t care who they are. Understand?” He waits until she gives a wide eyed nod. “But I don’t – I don’t think that Lan Wangji will react like how you think he will. And if he disappoints you, then I will help you take care of it. But I don’t think he will.”

Twice now he has vouched for Lan Wangji to Xuanyu, this girl who feels like another sister even though he barely knows her.

If Lan Wangji makes a liar out of him, he will beat him bloody and not even Lan Xichen will be able to hold it against him.

[hatem1190]

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[loupy-mongoose]

Randy sat outside, leaning against the wall of Fuji's house. Pens of small Pokemon were dotted around the area, with people bustling among them, feeding, playing with, and talking sweetly to the Pokemon. He found himself wondering if this was Fuji's work.

A breeze kicked up, and Randy lifted the collar of his sweater around his neck. Boy, glad I grabbed a turtleneck before coming here...

As he huddled against the cold of the changing seasons, he could already feel his mind starting to calm down. Still, he sighed for the hundredth time that day.

Why does it always have to come back to this?

Why can't I just... be me?

What do I have to do to be free of it?

Short of...

He didn't finish that thought.

He curled in on himself, tucking his head in his arms.

He sat like that until he heard the door open and approaching footsteps. Looking up, he craned his neck to see Mr. Fuji's face.

Here you are.

As Randy stood up, Fuji held out a hot mug of steaming tea. He gave Fuji a grateful smile as he took them. Thank you, Mr. Fuji.

The old man's face lit in a wide smile. Not a problem, my boy!

Randy looked down into the mug, smelling the inviting aroma, eager for it to cool.

Do you mind if I join you on your walk?

He looked up, startled by the request.

You struck me as having more you wanted to say. But if I'm wrong, feel free to tell me off.

Randy looked down at his drink, watching ripples shimmer on its surface.

He wasn't wrong... but...

If... If you want to, I guess... I don't feel like I'll be good company right now, though.

Maybe not. Fuji shrugged, and Randy noticed for the first time that he already had a jacket on. But what will be, will be. Nothing wrong with just taking a quiet walk around town, eh? And if you want me to leave at any time, just say the word!

~~~~~~

They perused the streets of Lavender Town, Randy taking in the sights of the unfamiliar location. He tried to ignore the Ghastlys and Haunters he saw hovering around, but shivered nonetheless.

I know this town doesn't have the friendliest atmosphere. Fuji gazed around, his face warm. It's home to me, but I know others can be turned off by it.

I'm just not fond of Ghost types...

The older man nodded, a solemn, knowing glint lighting his eyes. That's understandable.

They walked on in silence for a while, Randy now sipping on his drink occasionally. He closed his eyes and took in the scent of the lavender flowers planted throughout the town. Despite their sweetness, he still found them soothing.

In time, the walk came to be quite relaxing. Randy and Fuji started chatting about little things here and there.

They made their way to the dock-laden route south of the town. There they stopped to lean on a rail, watching waves bob leisurely on the ocean surface.

After a while in silence, Randy turned to his companion. I'm sorry you got wrapped up in my mess, Mr. Fuji. That's not fair to you. I hate dragging Akoya and Lav into it, let alone a stranger like you.

I'm sorry it's something you're going through. I never would've expected a Mew to have that kind of power, nor would I have thought of the effect it would have on one's psyche.

Yeah... It... It's been a journey...

He let out a deep breath.

Most of the time these days, I'm fine. I can ignore the doubts, if they pop up, and be the husband and father that they need... That I want to be.

I love them, with all my heart, and want nothing more than to be there for them...

But sometimes... sometimes I can't figure who I actually should be... Sometimes I feel like it's wrong for Randall to be here. Like it... should be Mo...

Mo was the one who should've made it out... Not Randall...

He looked down into the water, watching his shadowy reflection waver beneath his feet. Mr. Fuji's image, beside his own, appeared thoughtful.

We here in Lavender Town have saying for people like you, Randy.

Randy looked at the older man.

You were touched by the White Hand.

He raised an eyebrow. Uhhhh, what by the what now?

It's something we say about people who are, by all means, supposed to be dead, but somehow are not. Be it by a stroke of mad luck, fate, intervention by a higher being, a random miracle, what have you... Kind of like the personification of a second chance.

People here call that miracle force "The White Hand".

Okay... But why a hand?

I don't know why it's called that. As far as I know, it's an ancient legend that has devolved into a mere phrase for understanding the unknown. I have no idea if this "hand" is something to be taken literally or just as a metaphor.

Unfortunately, it has also been twisted into a joke that townsfolk will play on unsuspecting visitors. Claiming to see a white hand on their shoulders. Lav told me this morning that someone played it on her before I stumbled into her.

I prefer to see it as a force for good.

And I think anyone touched by it is meant to be here.

~~~~~~

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ARC START | CHRONO

Happy Thanksgiving, to those who celebrate today! ^w^

It was actually a coincidence that I ended up posting a "thankfulness" leaning part today of all days. Happy little accident~

[wifiwuxians]

happy mid-autumn festival!!! i hope it's a day of good fortune and reunion for everyone! i yearn for the day in which i am able to eat a mooncake.

much to my chagrin this drawing appears very different on desktop and on mobile but oh well. i think i'll take a crack at writing an ID for this one, just because there are a few characters! including xunyang 83 everyone else is offscreen lol but they're there i promise

[ID: a scene depicting a moonlit picnic to mark the start of mid-autumn festival, featuring several characters from MDZS, as well as two of the artist's own characters from a fic titled Dawn Chorus. in the bottom left corner sit Wen Zhuliu, Wang Lingjiao, Mo Xuanyu and Wen Chao. they are conversing pleasantly. the bottom right corner hosts Jiang Yanli, Jiang Cheng, Jin Zixuan and Jin Ling, alongside a puppy version of Fairy. Jiang Yanli has brought her famous soup, as well as some spring rolls. Jin Ling is lying down and holding a lantern as his mother strokes his back. Jin Zixuan has a loving arm around his wife's torso. behind them, Jiang Cheng is attempting to wrangle Fairy and keep her from eating their food. above and to the left sit the Dawn Chorus characters Wen Xun and the fic-specific version of Xue Yang, who has his arm around him as he laughs. they've brought wine. in Xue Yang's lap sits an infant, Hexie, who is reaching out to a fruit gleefully offered to them by Standard Edition Xue Yang, who is sitting a bit ahead with A-Qing, Xiao Xingchen and Song Lan, who smile at the scene while drinking tea and eating. they've brought a platter of crab. to the right of them sit Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji, who are happily holding Lan Sizhui between them. their snack is watermelon. behind them, just arriving, are Mianmian, who is carrying her daughter in her arms, and her husband, who is carrying their lantern and food. behind them is Wen Qing, who is calling out to Wen Ning, who is rushing up to her with a smile and a box in his hands. the corner of a blanket in the top left and the top of someone's head in the bottom right suggest there are more people at the gathering. a few white flowers bloom on the grass everyone sits on, predominantly around Wen Xun. every picnic blanket has mooncakes, and most characters brought lanterns. many other lanterns are seen floating by and up into the sky, towards the full moon. the atmosphere is friendly and lighthearted. /end ID]

[minecraftbookshelf]

Quick question about mots, if Scott follows in Joels footsteps and becomes immortal, hows Xornoth gonna take that? And on the flipside, if Scott dosen't become immortal, hows Jimmy gonna take that?

Xornoth is pretty codependent tbh so of the two of them (them and Jimmy) they would take being separated from Scott long-term far worse. Jimmy would be very sad but would carry on and eventually move on. Xornoth would claw themselves back out of the grave to haunt their brother.

(I haven't decided exactly what is going to happen there because I'm not sure which would be more narratively and thematically satisfying but it will be coming up at some point)

I will say though that Joel is just...weird. Like, in general. By all the laws of the Universe. Joel is Joel. The vibes are very strongly "Death came to take him and he very politely said 'no thank you, I have a lot to do and things to build and a wife to love and support' and Death said 'you know what, fair enough! You do you, you funky little man!' and she's been sitting back and watching him just keep living ever since."

[solar4seekstron]

Transformers Earthspark Megatron x Cybertronian!Femme!Reader: Our Date

Chapter 2

Chapter 1

TW/Tags: wholesomeness, sort of parent trap with date (Reader and Megatron), you two make up, courtship, 18+, eventual smut (it’ll be in purple if you’re uncomfortable), pregnancy, the terrans get a mom #2, happy ending.

After a few days the children came up with building giant chairs. (By rocks that almost seem suitable to use as chairs) and a table from the ghost base that Bumblebee brought. This was all taking place next the barn house. Dot and the kids were teaching you how a date works. Which almost seems similar to a Cybertronians courtship. And then. The day came.

That day the females (and Nightshade they would defiently have the touch I can see it) of the family taught you how the woman acts on a date. Which is appearently a lot. While the husband, jawbreaker, Thrash, and bumblebee goes to Megatron and teaches him how to be a gentlemen. That of course reaches to some shenanigans on both sides. Y/N trying to walk like a lady as Megatron tries to learn table manners. It’s a whole thing. Either way the two exs have no idea what this date is and how it’ll go. But they can only wait and see

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Later that night as the sun was about to set. Megatron made his way to the family barn as they get everything set up. Bumblbee was able to get enough energon and flowers. He was trying to make it look like in the pictures. Nightshade was the one to stop Megatron and play as the waiter checking for reservations once Megatron landed next to the house. Flying and staying by at the same height as him. Megatron played along.

As Nightshade pretended to find his reservation, Megatron crossed his arms as he waited. Nightshade gave him side eye. Megatron noticed and stood straighter as he let out a groan. Nightshade then put their notebook away. “Follow me please.” They fly to the table next to the barn

Megatron then took a seat at the table and looked at plates back from the base. He let out a confused sigh as he looked around. Jawbreaker and Thrash standing by with their arms up like waiters with straight faces.

”Is she uhh.coming?” Megatron leaned down and asked the small bots. Thrash whispers as his cervo went to the other side of his face as he leaned closer up to him “She’s finishing getting polished. Ladies.” He shrugged

Megatron sat straight up and looked down waiting for only a minute until the barn house doors open. He looked forward and he stared as you stepped out.

Your armor was more polished and clean. No longer dirty. You seemed to shine more then even the other femmes. In his eyes. Thrash and Twitch walk out along side Dot and mo.

”Your date has Arrived.” Mo said as she and her mother walk back into the barn and peak from the door. Thrash and Twitch standing by your ‘chair’ as you’re about to sit down. Your optics closed as you were about to sit. Until Twitch ‘cleared’ her throat.

”Forgeting something.” She nudge to Megatron. You were confused and Megatron seems to be as well. Until he remembers what Alex said.

”Oh-oh yes of course!” He got up and went around the table. Pulling the rock back. “Uhhh…My Lady?” You looked at him confused then at the kids “Uhm…alright?”

You then sit down and he gently pushes the rock closer to the table. You leaned back a bit because of the rock. So your upper back touched his chest. You ignored the feeling. He noticed and tried to keep calm. But the others noticed your guys expression and think you two are getting shy. Megatron makes it back to his seat.

”Um shouldn’t there be a menu?” Nightshadeflys an stands on the table as they pretend to write on a notebook.

”Sadly I’m afraid we’re short of certain foods on the menu. We have the Energon drinks..Energon. And our dishes are Energon. Anything you two like?”

”I’ll take….Energon?” Megatron says

”The drink or the meal?”

“……Both.”

”Very well. And for the Lady?’

”Um…Same please.”

”Ah so polite.” Nightshade side eyes Megatron then flys off. You and Megatron sit there in awkward silence. Noticing the kids went into the barn are just watching while behind the door.

You and Megatron continue to sit there in silence as you stared down at the plate and then at the ground as your cervos were on the the table with the plate between them. Megatrons cervos were on the table as well. His digit gently tapping the table as he thought. Trying to remember how he got you to fall for him before all those years ago. He then gets hit y a can. twitch mouthing ‘make converstaion’ and gestured to you while you weren’t looking. Megatron thought fast.

”You look great Y/N! New polish?”

”Wasnt that obvious?” The Terrans and maltos face palmed as Megatron grows more nervous.

”Uh so the kids….put us in quite a…situation.”

”They certainly worked hard at this plan it seems.” You glared at him as you spoke “…Nice tie…”

”Thanks it uh is a clip on…”

”…To where?”

”oh well uh it’s-“ Nightshade finally came with the energon and set then on the plates along with liquid energon.

“Bon appétit” they then fly off as you both looked at the energon.

”Uhhh energon…Um..Just like the old days huh…before …..um then..?”

”Yes, back when you actually cared for a cause to change our home. And not some petty fight.” The kids gulped as Dot and Alex looked at each other then back at them. Megatron tried his best not to snap back.

”Alright….How about um….the good times back at home. Heh remember when I first visited your home?” You looked at him. Of course you remembered. It was such a special day for you and him.

”Of course I remember. My sires were surprised a gladiator of your statues would come to their home.” Megatron chuckled

”Yes they didn’t let me see you until I proved myself in battle. I did go home with a few dents.” You and him both chuckled. “That’s what I get for fighting a former Gladiator.”

He noticed you kept giggling as your cervo was over your dermas as you closed your optics.

”Yes my other sire told me you were there after your fight. They couldn’t stop staring at you as you spoke about courting me.” He only looked at you his optics soften as you kept laughing.

”I defiantly showed my worth.”

”You certainly did. It was of course either you or Senate Decimus who came a day before.” Megatron squished the energon cube in his hand as he looked at you with a smile. Yes he remembered him.

You then thought about how you should change the conversation. The others realize this isn’t going well. Twitch comes up with an idea. She then flew to them and spoke “Hello my Lady and Gentlemen. How about we get to dancing for the night?”

The two froze as they thought about when they practiced dancing…..it was awkward.

You practiced with Bee as he tried his best not to trip many times. And Megatron practiced with Optimus since they were almost the same size. He gave Optimus a glare the entire time. But Optimus was already use to it. So he didn’t mind it. Just smiled and continued.

The two would then stand up next to the table. One of both their cervos holding. With his holding yours. Your other cervo resting on his shoulder as his other rests on your waist.

Music from one of the kids' phones start playing and the two slowly start dancing. You both stared at each other and tried to keep your cool. You’d then look to the side. Looking down as Megatron looked worried. He then speaks once more

“Why don’t we just….go for a walk?” You looked at him. You then nod as you both hear the kids groan “Awww but we wanna see you two kiss!!” Thrash yells as the others agree. Dot then stops them letting them know it’s probably for the best. And so the kids let you two leave, walking into the forest until you both reached a well closed off part of the forest. Far enough from the house.

Megatron was the first one to speak. “Y/N I…I’m sorry I messed up. I’m sorry I treated you before changing sides. I’m sorry for locking you up. I’m sorry that I didn’t much to make it up to-“ you stop him

“Megatron. You think I don’t watch you from my cell. You clearly have changed….but….i can’t just forgive for everything….but I….” You sigh

“Please….let me court you once more…let me prove myself once more.” His cervo gently held yours as you stared at him

“….” you thought for a moment and as you sighed. You slowly nodded your head. “Alright Megatron…Your second chance” Your cervo gently hold both of the sides of his helm.

“You may court me. But….” His cervos almost touched your waist until you spoke

You then leaned closer to his audio sensor as his optics watch you “I’m taking my sweet time accepting your courtship. So don’t expect it anything like last time…”

Megatron stood there then let out a chuckle as his cervos finally rest on your waist. Your cervos now on his shoulders as both of your forhelms touched and you both closed your optics.

And then…as both of your bodies moved on their own. Both of your dermas finally touched. After decades apart.

The kiss felt almost like the first after your first courtship. You both stay like this for a while. Continuing the kiss as you both just wish to stay in the moment as you both continue to embrace each other. Your bodies fully against one another.

You both don’t realize how much time went by. You both just stay together as your kisses slowly become a make out session. His of course being a little more dominant but more gentle with you. But when he set his cervo lower to your aft as his dermas made their way to your neck placing rough kisses as you set your cervos on his shoulders as you chuckled. “Megatron, calm yourself.” He continued “I can’t help it sweetspark” he says between kisses.

You then pull back, your cervos on his chest gently creating a space between you two. “Now don’t get too excited. You’re given a chance not an offer into my port.”

You giggled as he groaned and rolled his optics. The sun has finally set. “We should start heading home. For said it’s fine if I stay.." This caught him off guard as he looked back down at you.

“Wait, you won’t return to base.” You chuckled

“Same as last time. We won’t share a berth until after the courtship. You have a very long way to go Sweetspark..”

He groaned even louder then chuckled once he looked back at you. “Fine…I deserve that I suppose.” You both chuckled and give each other one last long kiss. Boy…did you miss this and these moments with him…but you must remain strong.

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After that you both returned. Being only gone for a couple hours. He would give you a goodbye kiss for now and head back to base. When you walked into the barn you were asked many questions. Apparently Thrash and Jawbreaker went to the base waiting for Megatron as they wanted to know how it went. Of course Nightshade and the other femmes. Including Robby and Alex who stayed asked how it went. You told them it went good and Megatron will start courting you once more.

And so the next few months went by. He would court you with presents and snacks. As the kids were in the background giggling. Even at times helping him with courting you. Playing wingman at times.

After 7 months (you really took your time to torture him a bit. You deserved it) you finally accepted. And one night was the night for you both. You and Megatron made your way to that forest spot. Far enough so no decepticon and autobot. Especially the children. Once you both made your way he was the first to make a move.

Things only got more intimate after that.

He was the first to wrap his arms around your waist pulling you closer. To press his dermas against the nape of your neck from behind as you stared at the sunset. “Are you sure you wish to do this Megatron? It has been…years.” He let out a deep chuckle his cervos gently gripping your waist tightly.

“Why don’t you give me a chance my dear.” You turned around. Both of your dermas connecting. “Please. Let me treat you better than our first?” He said between kisses. And then you both were on the ground. Him on top.

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You don’t know how long it’s been. You don’t know how long you’ve been panting trying to catch your breath. Your arms around Megatrons neck squeezing tightly as your body moved back and forth. Your legs wrapped around his waist.

Megatrons groans and moans can be heard next to your audio sensors as he has his optics closed. His spike deep in your valve. His hips always pressing against yours after each thrust.

His thrusts are hard and fast. He must’ve loaded into you many times before.

Although you both have done this many times before. You always made sure to alt your form so that you won’t be able to end up carrying your sparkling after every sex. But you kinda forgot since he always made sure to not load in you when he started treating you differently.

So a very long time went by and you struggled with altering yourself. You believed you got it and left it at that.

You were pulled from your thoughts soon by the pleasure as his dermas connected with yours. Thrusting his final load into your valves his hips stay still. Your legs shaking as you moaned into the kiss.

You two stay like this for a moment. Him slowly pulling away. His helm only inches away from your help “I Love You…Y/N.”

“I…Love you too Megatron..”

Both of your spark chambers opened…your sparks finally bonding after a horrible break so long ago

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It’s been a couple months now. You and Megatron moved together in a shared berth room at the base. The kids at time visiting since they see you as a Mom #2 . Perfect since you and Dot get along so well. Sometimes she feels like a third wheel when she joins you and Megatron on patrol. Even feeling like a kid as their parents bicker.

Something you and Megatron did at times…..

….

You were pregnant…..

And you panicked.

You told the kids and molto family first, wanting their help to surprise Megatron. You wanted the kiddos there since they became almost like your own. And so your plan was set.

You waited in your shared berth room. The kids playing and staying around you almost like puppies. Jawbreaker resting his chin on your stomach as he was tired that day. Twitch flying around trying to hold in her excitement. Thrash resting on your arm as he was bored. Thrash sitting at the edge of the bed looking at videos. And Nightshade was in their owl form staying on your shoulder.

You were reading one of his poems on his data pad when you all heard the door open. Megatron walks in

“Oh hello children. What brings you here little ones?” He walks over sitting on the berth as twitch lands on his cervo that he had out for her once he sat down

“We have a surprise for you!” She says excited. “TWITCH!!” The other terrans said.

“Oh? What is the surprise little ones” the 6 of you smile and you turned a bit sitting up so you’re facing him. The kids then all put their little hands on your stomach. Twitch included. It took Megatron a second for it to click until. He fell off the bed.

“Your carrying!?!?!” He stood up. You all nod. “You’re going to be a sure Megatron”

“And we’re going to be big siblings!!!!” Megatron was silent and looked back at you “Y/N this….this is wonderful!” He returned back to the birth and held you and the others joined in. Honestly you all looked like a big happy family.

A few months went by. Megatron continued to write poems as you made sure to make time for the terrans. Even when not in bed Megatron is always super protective.

Before you knew it many months have went by. And the day came for your sparkling.

It was morning, very early and the children were still at the barn sleeping, when you opened your optics. The first thing you saw was Megatron holding your sparkling. He had the softest look you’ve ever seen. You can hear your sparkling cry. He gently gives them to you held them.

You had a boy. He was..beautiful. When he looked at you he stopped crying. His small eyes staring up at you as he reached for your helm. You gently pulled him closer to your helm as his little cervos touched your cheeks. You placed a small kiss on his forehead as he made little noises. Megatron supported your helm with his cervo as his other rests over yours holding the sparkling….

You both are truly happy now. Your new path..making you both the happiest bots in the universe.

[allkordelia]

Keep Me Near Your Heart X

Aemond was quiet the whole trip into the market and the carriage ride, I didn't  know if I should be worried or relieved, so I picked the latter ignoring the look he sent meant me.

I admire my gown, it was white gold with golden stitches of flowers in the middle of my midway, and short see through sleeves.

I heard Aemond cleared his throat making me look away from my gown to him, he looked annoyed and bothered at the same time making me raise my brow.

"Yes?" Aemond glance away before looking at me.

"You...Why did you do that."

"Do what?" I asked tilting my head to the side.

"You know what." He snapped making me give Aemond a look.

"You have to be more specific husband, I can't read your mind." Aemond rolled his eye.

"Why did you give that boy your ring?" Aemond questioned mad, " My mother put in effort buying you that gift you just gave it away, are--"

"I didn't give away the ring out of spite of your mother, Aemond." I roll my eyes, "It didn't even cross my mind that she brought it for me, I gave it to the boy because he looked like he haven't eaten in weeks." I finished.

Aemond was quiet again, I look at him to see him with a space out look like he was thinking about something.

"...so, you did it out of the kindness of your heart?" Aemond replied mockingly making me pull a face.

"Obviously, what else would I do it for? Unlike your mother, I don't need to pretend to me be a benevolent woman to hide my self righteousness." I turn away looking out of the window, looking out at the passing shops and stands.

I didn't turn away when I heard Aemond's shift around, but u did turn my head slightly feeling something rub against my foot and ankle making me glance at Aemond.

"What are you doing." I ask flatly

He smiled when he look at me.

"I am feeling a bit peckish," He moves to lean forward before getting off the bench to get on his knees in front of me, "And I remember vaguely you promising me a sweet for a my hard work."

A small smirk appeared on my lips at his words, I drone softly nodding my head.

"I did promise that, didn't I." He nodded his head in response as his hands drag down my skirt, "Well, a promise is a promise. Close your eye." Aemond look back up at me with a furrow brows confused, "If you want your treat you must close your eye, my prince." Aemond a frown a bit before doing what I did, i grab the pouch that sat next to me.

I opened it up taking one sugar grape between my fingers, I lean forward pressing the candy against his lips.

"Open up, my prince." I said sultry, and like before he did what I said making me  pushing the candy inside his mouth gently.

He opened his eye staring as he latch his lips around my index finger, making me pull my hand back with giggle. He smirk at me as he eats the sugar grape, I take one out for myself and pop it in my mouth before leaning back, moving the pouch to the side.

"How does your treat taste," I ask with a sly smile, Aemond hums as he swallow.

"...sweet."  I felt my skirt lift a bit and cold hand touch my ankle before trailing up and stopping at my calf, "But, I wish for something more sweeter," He grins when I roll my eyes, he didn't waste time before lifting my skirt and putting over his head.

I shook my head trying not to smile when he bit me, I put my hands over my face when I felt him get closer. I sigh into the palm of my hand as he indulge himself to me, sometimes he make it hard to stay silent, I wish he wait when we got back to the castle. I swallow griting my teeth at the tingly sensation in my stomach, I drag my hands on my face holding on to the bend and aemond's head.

I roll my hips alignment with him as he bring me close to the edge, I shudder biting down on my lip as a moan stayed stuck in my throat.

Aemond pulled away as I watch lazily, his hair was a bit disheveled, he comb his fingers through it before getting up and moving the pouch from next to me to take its spot. He got another sweet out and pop it in his mouth, before doing the same to me, he press it against my lips wanting for me to open until I did.

The rest of the ride was spent in silence, as we shared the sweets together.                       

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The sun was slowly going down when I sat in my chamber in my afternoon gown, waiting on Enith return, just as I was thinking about the handmaid the door to my chamber opened making me look to see Enith.

She smiled at me with her hand behind her back, making me look at her curious.

"Before you asked, yes there is something behind my back, and yes I did lie to you about what I was really doing." I raised my brow at her amuse as she walks towards the bed and sat down, "I just hope you like it," she took her hand from behind her back, and opened her palm to reveal a bronze oval locket with a three headed dragon attached to a matching bronze chain.

Her thumb press the side making it open, she open it wider revealing a drawing inside. My heart weight heavy with sadness and joy at the face of my daughter, I put my hands over my mouth as I stare with welled up tears in my eyes.

"I had the blacksmith make the locket, and I drew the portrait." I look up at her in surpised moving my hands.

"You drew this?" She nodded her head, I look down at the portrait again, "It's beautiful...you captured every detail of her virtuous little face, it's..." I stopped myself feeling the lump grow in my throat as I kept my emotions down, I look back at Enith with a teary smile, "...this is the greatest gift you can give me, Enith, thank you." Enith smiled bowing her head bashfully.

"Thank you, your highness." I smiled at her before handing the locket back making her look at me.

It took her a second after I turn around to realize what I wanted her to do, I move my hair hair put of the way waited patiently as she put the necklace around my neck. It didnt take long for her to put over my neck and clamp it in the back, I turn around feeling her lean back and hug her.

Enith took in a sharp breathe before I pulled away, she look at me with grimace making me frown worried.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

Enith massaged her temple before looking at me, she dropped her hand and gave a strain smile.

"I-I'm fine, princess." She stuttered, "Just a headache." She promised.

My frown deepen, I couldn't tell if she was lying or telling the truth, her words didn't match her face. She looked in pain for a moment before a look of relief dawn her features, maybe she was right about the headache, I can only imagine the stress she caused herself for picking out my present.

"Okay," I drawl out looking at her unsure.

I glance around the room not sure what else to say, I flicker my eyes over to enith when I knee she wasn't notcing and find her looking at my lap with scrunch up furrow brows as if thinking. I put my hands on my lap as they tap my thighs, enith looks away to look at me but I was fast enough to look away.

"You should get ready for the feast," Enith started after a moment, she stood going over to the gown I picked out earlier today at the table, "Very cute gown, my lady." She compliments admiring it as she takes it in her hand, "A cute gown for a beautiful princess." She turns smiling at me.

I smiled back with a less beaming one like Enith, I always feel a tad bit embarrassed and thankful when Enith compliments me. She reminds me so much of Valaena and Alyssa, they like my aunt and alyaena always had this power to make me feel noticed. They make me feel included and seen, if it wasn't for them I have no doubt everyone else will forget about me.

I'm grateful for that. Because sometimes I forgot about myself too, sometimes when no one haven't talk to me for a long period of time I forget that I'm a girl and sometimes imagie myself as a ghost. I remembered roaming around the castle passing by old paintings or statues of dragons and the decease, going into vacant rooms just to linger and move on.

I don't know why I always felt that way, it wasn't like everybody in the castle didn't like me, they just forget I was there sometimes. My fault mostly, I didn't speak a lot or to a lot of people and do much of anything outside my chamber, I was closed off like Maekar but not as scary or gloomy like him.

I always had Alyaena to play with and thay was enough for me, but the more I grew and aly started trying new things, I started realizing how much I hate being a ghost. When I found i was going to get married ro aemond, half my thoughts was a filled with worries while the other half was filled with glee thinking getting married would be a great way to do more and get seen.

And I was right for a while, aemond noticed me, he "liked" me but it was all a lie. I thought I would grow into a woman like my aunt rhaelle, beautiful and strong, but all i became was weak and useless. Being lied to, cheated on, and losing the only light that made it possible to live  in this dark didn't turn me miserable or bitter like I thought it would. It rather made me sensible and shrewd to my surprise, all because of enith, she was there by my side through it all, she always felt like a big sister watching over me, deep down in some way I don't know how to explain it...but she saved me.

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"...can you believe what happened between Lord Myre and Lady Flint," Whispered Lady Shiphard to the other women as I stand in circle with them.

The other women gathered closely to her with a mixture of curiosity and contain excitement in their eyes as they whispered back to her to tell them, I stand like I usually do with a bored look, out of the huddled circle of ladies watching from the sidelines with Enith and Ser Krey behind me.

I care little for their gossip, since it just them being plain mean and bad-mouthing the other ladies of court. 

What I always forget to mention to my dear husband about my new "friends" is that they are twice my age and not my friends but his mother's pets who enjoy causing others misery and picking at dead things...like vultures.

They just like Alicent or rather Alicent is just like them, since they were three older woman who looks to have been alive since king jaehaerys's reign while the other four was a bit close to be the queen's age.

"...Let's just hope this one lives." Lady Rosby spoke.

I look up at them as they nodded their heads in agreement, while standing apart looking at each other.

"Yes, hopefully...but.." Lady Weaver started as she look from her nails to the others, "You all know how much I adore Sosan, she's a sweetheart, but I don't believe she's make the best mother," She shrugged with her shoulders nonchalantly, "I mean, look at how she handles her step children, not one of them speaks with her with a ounce of respect like they did their mother." Lady Weaver shakes her head in dismay, she pause what she was going to say next as a servant came with a glasses, after every lady took a glass I receive my own, "I'm not saying this to be rude but the gods are clearly doing her a favor not giving her a child..." Lady Weaver speaks as she twirl her wine, "...not every woman can be patient and strong like us, this new line of women are becoming too soft for my liking." She said with a lofty tone.

Lady Weaver was around the queen's age maybe younger, she like every other lady in this group was traditional and like how things are. She believe men should provide while women should support, which is not surprising or unrare to hear, but she also thinks man should only rule and that woman shouldn't be given the power to do so. So, I can only imagine while she told me these things for the first time we meet that she didn't like me or like the idea that my mother was going to be queen of the seven kingdoms after Viserys's death.

"Urg, don't I know it, my own daughter-in-law can barely disciplined a 6 year old," Lady Clarick shook her head with an unkind chuckle before she take sip from her wine and whispered, "But, I shouldn't be surprised, I know my son didn't marry her for her looks." She chuckle making the rest of the women to follow suit.

I could only roll my eyes and scoff in my cup as I empty it without a thought.

"Are you alright, princess?" Asked Lady Weaver.

I brought the cup away from my lips and look at the group of women staring at me with scornful looks, Lady Weaver had a small smirk on as she wait for me to answer.

"I-I'm fine," I dismissed quickly.

"Are you sure? It sounded like you had something to say," Lady Weaver comment making me pull a face.

"No, I was just...clearing my throat," Lady Weaver hums as she sneer at me.

"Oh, my mistake." She says with a coy look before turning her attention to another.

I gave a eyeroll and turn away from the group of woman, I glance at Enith and Ser Krey before walking away without a word to the circle of vultures. I hear enith and krey following behind me as I make my way to the table where the king and his family sat watching or drinking during the feast. I took a seat next to viserys on his right side while the queen sat on his left, aemond was here a moment ago but it seemed like he left as I scan the floor, aegon was already drunk nursing his thirteenth cup as he sat between his mother and sister-wife.

Enith push my seat forward before disappearing, she came back a minute later with a pitcher and pour me some wine. I thanked her before I started on my second cup, just as I sip I hear a chair scrap against the floor before footsteps, in the corner of my eye I see Alicent's blurry form pushing her chair in.

I pray she wasn't coming to talk to me, alicent has a way of making you want to drink yourself to an early grave to put it nicely. I rather end the night slightly buzzing, rather than impair to the point where I can't walk on my own.

Thank the gods above, my prayers were answered, alicent walk pass me and my seats to make her way to the floor, before I could celebrate I felt a cold hand on top of my hand making me glance down to see a old pale hand that looks to belong to the stranger himself. However, it belonged to the king which made me glance at him with confusion written on my face only to find viserys gazing at me.

"How are you liking the feast, my child." He said as rest in his seat.

I couldn't help but look at him surprised, he never acknowledged me like this before or talk to me. So, I glance around taking me a moment to respond to him.

"Oh, um, It's...It's nice," I replied with a small smile, viserys's smirk in return.

"I'm glad to hear it," He stated blink at me, I smiled again before looking away thinking he was finish, "Did you see the platter of your favorite savories I had the servants make?" He asked making me do a double take at his words.

Hmmm?

"You..." I stopped myself as too many questions form in my head, it took me a minute to collect my thoughts before picking the question I wanted to ask first, "...You order the servants to make me my favorites?" I questioned unsure.

Viserys nods with a bright smile, "Of course, I know how you love your sweets," I look at him half impress as he recount about having to tell Alicent what he wanted at the feast for me, "...I always forget is lemon cake still your favorite," I couldn't help put smile widely and nod my head.

Viserys gives me a knowing smile before beckoning a servant forward and requesting a slice if lemon cake, the servant did a quick bow of the head before leaving quickly only to return back just as fast with a plate with a slice of cake. He place it in front of me and viserys before stepping back, viserys and I smile at each other before grabbing our forks and digged in.

I couldn't help but hum in delight at the taste, it felt like forever since I had lemon cake. The last time I could remember having it was right around the time aunt rhaelle and her children moved into dragonstone castle, it was the third week of us all living there and the same night we had lemon cake for dessert, was the same night baelon and jacerys snuck down into the caves.

"So, how was your day today, must be nice to get out of that room." Viserys asked as he shakily feeds himself, "I heard you went into the city, was it nice?" He asked again but this time his put down his fork and put all his attention on me.

I felt my face drop along with my stomach in fear, I swallow down the lemony sweet cake as I set ny fork aside, I could only imagine his disapproval on me socializing with the children in fleabottom.

"Oh, yeah..." Was the only thing I could muster up as I took a napkin and wipe the corner of my mouth, "...are you mad?" I raised my brow at him.

"Of course not, I know how you like to venture around the city. I only be mad if you didn't take a guard with you." He says rubs my hand, "Otto also told me how you like spending your free time helping the smallfolks, that's nice." He confessed making me pull a face before fixing it.

No doubt hearing it from his daughter, who no doubt heard it from her son. Who must he tell that woman everything?

"It is?" Viserys nods his head.

"They are the reason I am king, they are the ones that keep things moving along. You know I always thought the smallfolks play a important part in the kingdom." He express.

I never knew he felt that way, I am curious what he would say if I asked what been on my mind for a while.

"I'm happy you said that because I was thinking...maybe we should slow down on the feasts and think about putting our efforts in fleabottom." I vocalize nervously, "...more so thinking about building a home for the abandon children." I add looking at him.

Viserys was silent which made me even more nervous, he look away from me with thoughtful look.

"No more feast?" He said to himself.

"No, no. Moreso limiting them," I suggested, "Rather than throwing one every two times a week, you can do twice a month." My grandsire looked back at me with an unreadable look.

"Hmmm, I think that's a good idea..." I smiled, "I would have to talk about it with the council and your husband, knowing him he will not be happy about that." He whispered the last part to me making my face drop.

I look away with a frown to stare at the sea of people, I glance around before pausing to see Aemond with Alicent. I watch them as they talk, I could see aemond was upset and his mother was comforting by rubbing his arm like she always do to show affection.

"Are you mad at me?" I turn away from the prince and his queen-mother to look at my grandsire with a shock look.

"What? No, no...why would you ask me that?" Viserys frown a making me grow confuse even more, "Are...Are you made at me?" I asked back, viserys frown deepen at my questions.

"I can never be mad at you, my dear." he said squeezing my hand making my heart swell a bit, "I only ask because...you haven't came to visit me in a while." He said with a hurt tone, making it my turn to frown at the king.

"Oh, I didn't...I didn't think you want to see me, given--"

"Of course, I want to see you, my love. I always do." It was so odd to see my grandfather show so much love and adoration towards me that I never seen before.

"If that's true. Why do you treat me so differently then?" I couldn't help but ask that question, viserys glance around for a second before leaning in. 

I do the same curious to know what he was going to tell me.

"I do not mean to do it...but you know how emotional she can be, if I am not on her side then she gets a bit difficult to talk to..." He states. I pull back I wanted to ask who he was referring to but he continued on, "And you know aemma, rhaelle, she like you and my daughter and every other woman in our house...are stubborn to the bone." He slaps the table as he chortle.

I lean back. What he said throw me through a loop, i was more confused than I was before as I stare at him dumbfounded.

Did he think I...was rhaelle?

Questions. Many questions formed as I thought about it and before I could ask one, a brush against my cheek had me snapping back to reality just as a cold hand rest on my cheek.

"Rhaelle" I look to my grandfather looking him in his violet gloss over eyes, "Are you alright? Do you wish to retire to our ch--" Viserys stopped when I was snatched out of my chair by my arm.

I look at Alicent as she stare at viserys with a scowl, she turn her angry glare at me before hissing in a low tone.

"Your husband is here, you should go to him." Alicent's grip on my arm tighten at each word she spoke, I wince before glaring at her just as she turn us before letting go of me.

I lost my footing and before I could fall, a pair of hands caught my waist. I look over my shoulder to see Aemond looking down at me with a glum look, I right myself before looking at Alicent as guards help viserys out of his seat.

"It seems the king is feeling unwell," Alicent says nonchalantly before turning to aemond and I, with a small smile, "But, do not let that damper your mood, you should go and have fun. Dance. I think the ladies and lords would enjoy it." she said in that sickly sweet tone.

"But, grandfather--" I look pass her to see the maester following close by with the guards and the king.

"Will be okay, all he needs is his poppy's milk." She says making me look back at her, she took a step closer with square shoulders, it took like she's trying to be intimidating, "Now, go run along and enjoy the feast." I narrow my eyes at her at the condescending tone.

She gives me a look, before I could say a word I felt a hand on my wrist.

"We will, mother." Aemond spoke from behind me.

Before I knew it I was being dragged away from Alicent, I look over to find Alicent talking to Enith and Ser Krey making me furrow my brows in questions when I made eye contact with Enith.

Something didn't feel right, I felt like I was outside looking through a window inside with how viserys was acting and how alicent acted. And I think my body agrees with how much my gut has been fluttering and my head feeling light, so much was happening and I wanted to know what.

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The horror in Husky and his white cat shizun

One thing that strikes me as I re-read 2ha is that Meatbun is in my opinion incredibly skilled at writing horror. And i don't see much discussion about it except in a general hand wavy "it's dark" way. People tend to focus more on the "noncon" between Taxian-Jun and Chu Wanning than the other things.

There's so many things that didn't jump out to me as much during my first read but that are just glaring now. In my opinion it also makes the moments of happiness and the few truly good people stand out all the more.

As meatbun put it in chapter 68 : "it turned out that the most disgusting thing in this world was not ghosts or demons, but those cowardly, worthless beasts who wore human skins and hid in the crowd, willing to say and to do anything in the name of their own survival. At the end of everything, they would say, “I only wanted to live. I’m pitiful and powerless—I’ve done nothing wrong.”

This incredibly bleak world view that humanity is inherently selfish in Ehra makes a lot of sense when you realise it's a horror novel (among other things)

Examples under the cut, in no particular order

There's the psychological horror stuff that's linked to the whole flower business (mind control, mind rape etc.) Being forced to forget all happy memories while all the bad stuff is ramped up to eleven so you keep living in anger and pain wihtout any reprieve what's so ever.

There's the body horror of the Zhenlong Chess Formation which control corpses or dying people. Once the illusion is broken at Jinchen Lake, the bodies explode and taint the whole water red. There's the crucified members of the Feathered Tribe at the bottom of the Abyss also used for the Zhenlong Chess Formation and that's not even mentionning the bridge that allows the BBBF to go back to the Demon Realm (not going to go in details but let's just say it's an ENTIRE UNIVERSE worth of corpses)

From chapter 43 : "With the removal of the last rock, the illusion shattered. The fuban exploded, its blood diffusing into the water like the haze of fog. Near simultaneously, all the monsters and creatures in the market stiffened for a split second—before drooping bonelessly as their bodies festered, saturating the lake’s water with a miasma of blood.

The lake was dyed a red that rapidly deepened as more and more blood seeped into the water. First, things in the distance became hard to see, but soon, the immediate area was clouded over as well, and finally, scarlet filled their vision to the point that they could no longer even see their hands in front of their faces."

From chapter 76 : "Thousands of crosses stood at the bottom of the abyss. To every one was bound a member of the feathered tribe, entirely naked and drenched in blood. Within each of their mouths was stuffed a lingchi19 fruit, and these were what emitted that piercing red light. From above, the collective blaze of these thousands of fruits had easily been mistaken for flames burning deep within the abyss."

There's the existential horror that Hua Binan had Mo Ran almost kill EVERY SINGLE PERSON in the first timeline and basically wanted to do a bis repetita in the second one just so the BBBF could go back to the demon realm. Let's not even get in the whole Heavenly Rift stuff which is basically the fantasy equivalent of a hostile alien invasion where anyone could die at any moment if the rift is not sealed.

There's the horror of a mother forced to cannibalised her child while her husband is made to watch only to be later lynched by the very people he was trying to protect. Which speaking of this family! After being lynched, Chu Xun also digs out his now still heart so he can give his spiritual core to protect the survivors that stayed with him and tried to protect him. Keep in mind this whole tragedy wouldn't have happened without the selfishness of one single person.

From chapter 68 : "Chu Xun’s body slowly lifted its hand, which had not yet gone stiff, and under the control of his spell, it grasped the knife buried in his chest to pull it out. Then—

“Gongzi!” The people around him cried out with grief, their voices twisted and hoarse, soaked with tears. “Gongzi, what are you doing?!”

With his own hands, Chu Xun ripped open the gash in his chest, dug into his flesh, and grabbed his no-longer beating heart. Slowly, inch by inch, he tore it out.

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workday mornings | G | 631 tags: domestic fluff, alternate universe Summary: “Then we have the thing at six,” Stiles calls out, setting his coffee cup on the island before hastily removing it and wiping the ring of coffee it had left behind before it sinks into the marble and causes a permanent stain. He glares down at his damp hand, sets the cup on a dish towel he probably should have hung up the night before, and crosses to the sink.

half of my soul (as the poets say) | G | 920 tags: alternate universe, long distance, fluff Summary: He yanks the pillow next to his over his face and gropes for his phone on the nightstand. “Siri, call Derek,” he directs, voice scratchy. Calling is such a familiar motion that he could probably navigate the screen without looking at it, but the last thing he wants is to mess up and be forced to talk to someone else at 4:36 in the morning.

thirty-six | G | 541 tags: alternate universe, established relationship, emotional hurt/comfort Summary: "Do you know how it feels to have someone change their whole life just to make you happy?” Derek asks. Stiles takes a cautious step into the room, plate of sandwiches in hand, but his husband doesn’t even look at him. His eyes are fixed on the opposite wall, staring at the mural so new that Stiles swears he can still smell the paint.

follow through | M | 606 tags: college, professor Derek, coach Stiles, established relationship Summary: The force with which Stiles slams the paper down on the desk causes a coffee cup to rattle on its coaster, and he takes a moment to despair that he’s in love with an idiot who insists on using coasters despite the desk being treated like garbage by every professor who had used it for the past thirty years.

Not right now, though. Right now, he’s decidedly not in love, and most definitely pissed.

hold you through | G | 956 tags: emotional hurt/comfort Summary: Derek’s fallen asleep again.

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Almost nothing | E | 2k tags: porn without plot, smut Summary: Sometimes it takes almost nothing—

—Derek’s hand will close around his hip, Stiles will kiss him and fist a hand in the back of his hair, tugging until Derek’s head is tilted up and he can bite down in the junction of his shoulder.

—Stiles will crowd up against Derek while he’s doing dishes, or folding clothes, slinging an arm around his waist and playing with the button on his jeans, and Derek will reach behind him and pull him closer.

wild about you | G | 1k tags: human AU, meet cute, sports Summary: Derek scowls at her even as he accepts the corner of the poster, gingerly, even though he knows he’ll be covered in pink glitter within two minutes. The edges are tattered from being crushed in too many hands, crepe paper flowers smashed against the glass in front of him often enough that they’re pressed flat. Everything about it screams it was made by Allison’s kindergarten class, except for the careful bubble letters perfectly centered: Marry me, Stiles Stilinski.

West coast swing | G | 1k tags: alternate universe-sports, developing relationship, fluff Summary: Somewhere in the air over Colorado, Derek gets cold feet.

here is the repeated image of the lover destroyed | T | 7k tags: canon compliant, post-movie, fix-it Summary: Stiles doesn’t go home right away.

The urge is there—when he answers the phone to Lydia’s shaking voice, when he gets the text from his dad, when he stares out at the sun glowing soft peach and golden over the buildings in D.C. and he thinks about Derek never seeing another sunrise. It’s there weeks later when he gets a check from the Estate of Derek Hale, when he crumples it up and throws it in the trash, when he fishes it out an hour later and tries to salvage it by weighing it down with a book from the Hale vault.

It’s there, it’s there, it’s there.

Stiles doesn’t listen to it.

Because Stiles isn’t going back to Beacon Hills to say goodbye.

mountain man | G | 1k tags: bookstore, getting together, fluff Summary: “Mountain man is here,” Scott whispers in his ear, hands gripping Stiles’ shoulders as he carefully moves behind him in the narrow space. “Biographies.”

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you can wear my sweater (if I can have your heart) | T | 12k tags: sports, hockey player Derek, soccer player Stiles, alive Hales, fluff Summary: “It’s fine,” Stiles says, but he stops at the bottom of the porch when Derek closes a hand around his elbow. His scent is evening out, mellowing from humiliation to embarrassment, and his heart skips a few beats when Derek touches him. “Really, I misread everything. Jordan said—” he stops, again, and Derek has to stop himself from asking because what Jordan said isn’t the most pressing issue.

“I thought you were joking,” he says, keeping Stiles’ arm still even as he starts to pull away. “Whatever Jordan said, he didn’t tell me. You’ve been teasing me for weeks, I didn’t think this was any different.”

Stiles turns to face him, and this time when he pulls his arm back, Derek lets go. “I’ve been asking you out for weeks,” he says, a thin trace of amusement through the resignation in his voice. “It’s fine, dude, just a misunderstanding. I’ll stop.”

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