#paul x anna

[incorrect-asulili]

Describing my favorite Tekken ships with phrases

[dedeinthewild]

paul aron x reader, more than friends

“No hot chocolate for complainers,”

The grand house where the Arons had grown up always took on a special atmosphere when the holidays arrived, ringing with the sound of festive bells.

Anna would head to the kitchen, mixing cocoa and milk to prepare a warm and delicious hot chocolate. Meanwhile, Paul decorated the Christmas tree with his mother, and Ralf played with his niece and nephew. Every year, that little bit of hearth and home they created on those chilly days managed to mend everything bad that had happened over the year.

But this time, there was a third figure standing between Margit and Paul.

“Could you hand me the angel one, darling?” asked the Estonian woman, turning to the girl beside her. The girl’s task was to carefully unwrap the ornaments from their protective coverings. Paul jokingly referred to her as his personal elf—a figure everyone had come to know as an essential part of his life and the small light that sparkled in his eyes.

It was special to see her there. The fact that she stood before their family tree in a pair of pajama pants and one of her favorite sweaters was proof of how important she was to Paul, and consequently, to everyone close to him.

“Thanks,” Margit said as her fingertips brushed against the girl’s. Nearby, the Formula 2 driver was wrestling with a tangle of lights Anna had planned to put at the entryway, muttering under his breath every time he thought he was about to untangle a knot—only to make three more.

“Need help?” she teased, her glasses slipping down her nose, earning a less-than-friendly glance from the blonde.

“Was it four or six spoons of cocoa?” Anna asked from the kitchen.

“It depends on how many mugs you’re planning to make,” the guest replied, placing a hand on her hip while passing ornaments to Margit, who had a nearly geometric precision in arranging the baubles on the tree branches.

Paul’s sister quickly counted the people in the room and checked the kitchen cupboards for the number of mugs available. It didn’t take long to realize there weren’t enough.

“Give mine to the kids,” the girl offered with a smile as she admired a family ornament featuring little Ralf and Anna holding a one-year-old Paul in their arms.

“We’ll split,” Paul suggested. He had finally managed to rewind the tangled lights and was now leaning against the kitchen island, observing the work his mother and the girl were doing.

“Hold on, everyone,” Anna quipped. “You literally yelled at me two years ago for taking a sip from your mug.”

Paul sighed, running a hand through his soft, springy curls before stepping behind the girl to bother her, sneaking ornaments from her box.

“The purple one now,” Margit called out, moving on to the higher branches of the tree. But the girl couldn’t find any plain purple ornaments to fit on the tree, despite searching through all the wrapping and unopened boxes.

“Purple?”

“Yeah, it should be plain. It was Anna’s favorite when she was a kid because she could see her reflection in it.”

The girl turned toward Paul, who was now sitting on the couch with his knees apart, a playful smile on his face as he tossed the purple bauble into the air. He caught it with his muscular arms under the snug sleeves of his blue shirt, pressing his lips together each time he tried to catch it, and waited for her to catch him red-handed.

“Paul Aron,” Margit said firmly. “If you break it, I’ll break you.”

Ralf stifled a laugh, pretending it came from the animal noises he was making while reading to his niece, all while stealing a glance at his mother’s murderous glare aimed at her youngest son.

“Let me put it on,” Paul said, tilting his head back against the cushions of the dark couch, feigning innocence. The girl, seated on an empty box nearby, stretched her back with a sigh.

“I’m done,” Margit said with a laugh, stepping down from the small stool that had helped her reach three-quarters of the enormous Christmas tree. She walked over to check on the hot chocolate preparations with Anna, leaving Paul to his “artistic” expression.

He was deeply focused, biting his lower lip gently and crossing his arms as he considered where to place the purple ornament as though the fate of the world depended on it. Finally, after setting up the second-to-last box of decorations, he stepped back, proud of the result.

“It’s perfect, huh?”

“It looks awful,” she replied, pointing out the stark contrast between Margit’s side—carefully arranged by size and color, embodying a sense of order tied to family memories—and Paul’s, which was more chaotic and clearly guided by emotion rather than aesthetics.

“Are you seriously saying that?” he asked, feigning a wounded expression.

She burst out laughing, holding her stomach as she leaned on one of his broad, muscular shoulders for support. Paul watched her, amused by her infectious laughter, her tears of joy making her eyes sparkle.

“I’m sorry,” she managed to say between fits of laughter, but every time she accidentally met his blue eyes, she started laughing again, spreading her contagious mood to the rest of the family.

“You’re so not sorry,” he retorted, placing one of his large hands on the opposite side of her head to pull her closer to his chest as they both gazed at the tree.

“It could use a woman’s touch,” said the eldest Aron brother’s wife, walking in with a tray of cookies she’d picked up while out shopping.

Paul sighed dramatically, then glanced at the girl, his gaze lingering for a moment. He saw how carefree she looked in that instant, how much good she brought to him and his family, who had embraced her as one of their own long ago.

“What?” she asked, noticing his unyielding stare.

Without a word, the Estonian slid his arm beneath her legs, effortlessly lifting her onto his shoulder so she could reach the tree where he had placed the decorations.

“Stop it! I’m heavy, you idiot!”

“No hot chocolate for complainers,” he teased, his hand firmly gripping her left thigh as she comfortably sat on his shoulder, stretching to adjust a few ornaments.

“I’m serious, Paul.”

“So am I.”

“Damn right he is,” said Ralf, raising his head from the book his niece had been covering him with.

The girl ran her hand through Paul’s soft blonde curls while reaching with the other to place the final touches. Anna poured the hot chocolate into the mugs as Paul whistled a cheesy Christmas tune, pretending not to savor the moment. He could have carried the weight of the world with her by his side.

“How does it look?” she asked as Paul stepped back to admire the tree from another angle.

“Did you get a picture?” Margit whispered to Anna, who nodded, phone in hand.

“It’s good, but I’ll never admit it’s better than mine,” Paul quipped.

She scoffed as he shifted her forward, still holding her a few inches off the ground. She smelled of home. She looked like home. And how beautiful she was, with the lights reflecting in her eyes?

“Hurry up, it’s getting cold,” Anna said, calling them to the kitchen island.

“Weren’t we splitting?” the girl asked, noticing Paul’s face already buried in his mug.

“Oh,” he muttered, reluctantly offering the mug, a streak of chocolate on the bridge of his nose, making her smile.

Across the room, the Aron niece sat on the eldest pilot’s back, kneading his cheeks like dough.

“I know Uncle Paul likes her,” she whispered sweetly. “But don’t tell her—I want him to say it.”

“I think they both know,” Ralf replied, stroking her blonde braids.

not proofread or anything, so there might be a few errors💫

[olgalenski]

anyway die guten und die bösen ist definitiv die folge nach der Paul festgestellt hat, dass er Anna ja sehr sehr sehr mag. So oft wie die da über Liebe geredet haben MUSS er danach weiter drüber nachgedacht haben. Und dann hat er sich einfach 4 Jahre lang eingeredet, dass das ja eh nur einseitig is also ignorieren wir das jetzt.

Zumal er ja auch in Folge drei zu Anna meinte, sie wird nie wieder eine Beziehung haben die diese Bezeichnung verdient. Also ist da dann auch noch so ein: das würde ja eh nicht funktionieren, ich ruinier hier doch nich was wir haben- Ding

Anna weiß das seit Kassel, aber da war er absolut noch nich bereit. Und seitdem redet sie sich ein er ist ja eh nicht ihr typ.

[womeninfictionandirl]

Rogue by Paul Martin Smith & Gerry Turnbull

[thequiver]

Chapters: 4/12 Fandom: X-Men (Comicverse) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: David Haller & Kurt Wagner, David Haller & Kevin MacTaggert, David Haller & Pietro Maximoff, David Haller & Wanda Maximoff, David Haller & Lorna Dane, Theresa Cassidy & David Haller, David Haller & Rogue, Kevin MacTaggert & Kurt Wagner, Pietro Maximoff & Kurt Wagner, Wanda Maximoff & Kurt Wagner, Kurt Wagner & Theresa Cassidy, Rogue & Kurt Wagner, Kevin MacTaggert & Pietro Maximoff, Kevin MacTaggert & Wanda Maximoff, Kevin MacTaggert & Lorna Dane, Lorna Dane & Kurt Wagner, Kevin MacTaggert & Theresa Cassidy, Kevin MacTaggert & Rogue, Pietro Maximoff & Wanda Maximoff, Lorna Dane & Pietro Maximoff, Theresa Cassidy & Pietro Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff & Rogue, Lorna Dane & Wanda Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff & Rogue, Theresa Cassidy & Wanda Maximoff, Theresa Cassidy & Lorna Dane, Lorna Dane & Rogue, Theresa Cassidy & Rogue, Lorna Dane & Pietro Maximoff & Wanda Maximoff, Lorna Dane & Erik Lehnsherr & Pietro Maximoff & Wanda Maximoff, Ruth Aldine/David Haller, Ruth Aldine & Pietro Maximoff, David Haller & Erik Lehnsherr, Sean Cassidy & Theresa Cassidy, Theresa Cassidy & Cain Marko, Kevin MacTaggert & Sean Cassidy, Kevin MacTaggert & Cain Marko, Kevin MacTaggert & Theresa Cassidy & Sean Cassidy, David Haller & Charles Xavier, Theresa Cassidy & Moira MacTaggert, David Haller & Moira MacTaggert, Kevin MacTaggert & Moira MacTaggert, Raven | Mystique & Kurt Wagner Characters: David Haller, Kurt Wagner, Rogue, Pietro Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff, Lorna Dane, Theresa Cassidy, Kevin MacTaggert, Ruth Aldine, Erik Lehnsherr, Sean Cassidy, Emma Frost, Cain Marko, Gabrielle Haller Additional Tags: this is NOT David/Ruth friendly, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Past Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Identity Issues, Politics, Elections, Mommy Issues, Daddy Issues, Night Terrors, we are exploring a LOT of trauma in this bad boy, Lots and lots of character development, Past Sexual Abuse, Implied/Referenced Character Death Series: Part 5 of X-Men: Revenant Summary:

While grappling with the losses of their lives and particularly those of the last few weeks- Revenant tries to inspire the formation of their new transitional government. Things don't necessarily go as smoothly as they'd hoped but when do they ever?

[donnatroyprincessofthemyscira]

[samasmith23]

The Ouroboros Cycle of the Punisher, as conveyed by Jason Aaron & Maria Castle

I love how the 10th issue of Jason Aaron’s Punisher maxiseries highlights how even though in the previous issue Frank Castle killed Ares, the literal Greek God of War, said-death does NOT bring Frank’s personal war to an end like this series previously heavily implied it would. Instead Ares’ demise only serves to further escalate Frank’s systematic mass-slaughter of everyone that he deems “deserving of punishment” on a global scale. Aaron expertly portrays the addictive nature of Frank’s absolutist beliefs through not only the killings themselves, but also through his resurrected wife Maria’s increasing frustration with her husband’s obvious inability to actually commit to his empty promises that, “After today, it’ll all be done. My work… after today.”

In large measure, Aaron highlights the inevitable Ouroboros cycle of Frank’s war. Just like the mythological snake that eats its own tail, the fascistic “might-makes-right” ideology of individuals like Frank Castle is inherently self-destructive. In the process of killing everyone that Frank personally perceives as “evil” in order to satisfy their own rage & bloodlust, he ultimately ends up further damaging the already-fragile relationship he has with his wife Maria. Essentially for the Punisher, the war can never truly end because in his own twisted perspective, “There are [always] others,” which in turn pushes Maria farther away from him.

There will always be other names in the eyes of the Punisher. A list of names that will only continue to increase as Frank views all of humanity, “As things of meat, indistinguishable from one another… except when it comes to man’s most important features. His sins. The ones they’ve already committed. And even the blessed ones yet to be.”

And as Rogue from X-Men: Age of Apocalypse once eloquently stated in refutation to the death-cult mentality that ultimately defines fascism:

“How many lives have to be lost… how much blood has to flow, until y’all are satisfied?!”

As much as Maria desperately wants her husband to, “Come home,” she’s gradually beginning to realize just how truly far gone and incapable of returning home Frank Castle is. While there was a small part of Frank that did want to move past both his childhood vigilante murders and service as a marine in order to be with his wife and children, Maria herself questions in the previous issue that, “If the man [she] married… was a man [she] knew at all. If maybe [she] was the mistress. And it was the war he was wedded to. It’d always been the war.”

And how appropriately fitting that Maria’s narration occurs in conjunction to the Punisher’s murder of Ares, the very act which further feeds into the Ouroboros cycle of Frank’s war instead of ending it like he repeatedly falsely promises to his wife.

Furthermore, Aaron illustrates that even when Frank attempts to finally uphold his promises to “come home” to Maria when he refuses to kill a child that was indoctrinated into a hate group, it is already far to late since not only are several of Earth’s Mightiest Heroes currently planning to bring the Punisher to justice once and for all, but Maria herself begins to learn the horrible truth of just how monstrous her husband actually is (Maria still doesn’t know about all the murders Frank committed as the Punisher following his wife and children’s deaths…).

Overall, I’m really enjoying Aaron’s deconstruction of the Punisher and cannot wait to see Frank Castle be held accountable for his crimes in the final two issues of the 12-issue maxiseries!

From Punisher (2022) #10 by Jason Aaron, Jesús Saiz & Paul Acazeta.

[goodomenshq]

📚The Good Omens graphic novel Kickstarter mega post 📚

As we enter the last hours of the Good Omens graphic novel Kickstarter, here’s a recap of ALL the items you can get and how to get them. We’ll also answer some of the main questions you’ve had.

Get yours here!

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TIERS

THE HUMAN TIER (£25 GBP) includes one copy of the Good Omens graphic novel. All of the stretch goal embellishments (foiling, ribbon, foreword, afterword, extra pages, etc) cover every level (including early bird). Every backer also gets a bookmark. This also includes the foreword and afterword by Michael Sheen, David Tennant, and Jon Hamm.

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THE SERPENT TIER (£40 GBP) includes one copy of the Good Omens graphic novel, a dust jacket* featuring an alt cover by Frank Quitely and Loot Pack #1*, which is full of goodies. *Stretch goals have added to these items, full info below.

The alt cover dust jacket is now reversible, with the other side featuring this by Rachael Stott in b&w.

✔️Serpent gets the dust jacket for your graphic novel.

✖ It does not have a print of this image. The colour version is available as an add on.

Loot Pack #1 originally featured 2 x Colleen Doran prints (including a brand new piece), a postcard and bookmark. Fans have unlocked additional Colleen prints, some colouring pages, as well as *many* prints from other artists… You have unlocked prints from Rachael Stott (different to the alt cover image), Sarah Graley, David Aja, Mark Buckingham, Tanya Roberts, Paul Kidby, Alice Oseman and Anna Morozova, as well as the Frank Quitely cover as a print.

We’ve been asked a lot about Alice Oseman's prints, so to clarify: if you back the Serpent Tier or above, you will get Alice's print featuring Aziraphale, as well as the newly commissioned Crowley to complete the pair.

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THE HELLHOUND TIER (£120 GBP) includes the prior tiers + Loot Pack #2, ft. Crowley and Aziraphale enamel pins, stickers, and a pack of the Good Omens trading cards. These will be playable. Tier backers can also get rare cards in their order at random.

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THE WITCHFINDER TIER (£200 GBP) has all of this, plus an exquisite map by Julien Labit. Dimensions will be approximately 594 x 841 mm.

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THE DEMON TIER (£320 GBP) is a creative punch from head to toe, with five additional enamel pins (including Dog), some snazzy socks, and two creator themed notebooks, one for your inner Pratchett, the other for your inner Gaiman.

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THE HORSEMEN TIER (£500 GBP) is the Demon Tier + A3 Giclee print from the graphic novel, signed by Colleen Doran, plus the exclusive Beelzebub enamel pin, and Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett collector's enamel pin set.

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THE OBSIDIAN TIER (£3k) builds on the Horsemen Tier with copies of the new, limited Obsidian editions (GO illustrated edition, graphic novel & William the Antichrist), signed by Neil Gaiman & artists, and a one-of-a-kind trading card by Colleen Doran.

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For booksellers, we have two options: The Small Bookshop Tier (10 copies) and The Bookshop Tier (20 copies), both of which offer a 50% trade discount. There are also add ons of 10 and 20 copies for shops looking to order more.

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ADD ONS

The campaign itself ends at 11.59pm UK time on 31 August, so there’s still time to get your pledges in. Let’s move onto the add ons via Kickstarter...

How do you add more to your pledge? This link on Kickstarter should help. You effectively re-select the tier you’ve chosen, and then it will take you to the add on section. This works even if your tier is sold out, or was time sensitive (Nightingale).

Unlike tiers, you are not limited to one choice with add ons. You can get additional copies of the graphic novel, mugs, slipcases, the graphic novel oversized edition, and more. Rachael Stott's Eternal Encounter print is available also.

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A.Z. FELL & CO ADD ONS. Includes: Bookmark, mug, socks, tote bag. The bookmark is different / higher end than those included with every copy of the graphic novel.

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TRADING CARDS. You can get a trading card booster pack. These will have at least six cards. The Hellhound Tier is where to get the larger, playable base pack. Base packs will be available down the road via the new merch store, but cheapest via the Kickstarter.

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ENAMEL PIN ADD ONS We have two pairs of Aziraphale and Crowley pins (£10 per set). We also have mystery packs of three available (£12). You can see the full pin information and designs so far at http://goodomenshq.com.

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While pins #005 onwards will be part of the mystery packs, they may pop up at events or in flash sales of specific items. We will give fans as much notice as possible when these exciting events will happen.

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BOOKSHOP ADD ONS. Bookshops who have backed either of the retail tiers will be able to add packs of 10 or 20 additional books onto their pledge. These tiers must be delivered to a bookshop address. These are also at 50% trade discount.

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OBSIDIAN ADD ONS. While the Obsidian Tier collects all three books, you can add the Obsidian Edition of the Good Omens illustrated edition, the Good Omens graphic novel, or William the Antichrist - signed by Neil - to pledges at any level.

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Add ons are available for every tier level. Add ons will also be available after the Kickstarter, however will be cheapest via the campaign. We know a lot of people have been asking, so if 31 August is too short notice, worry not!

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FAQ

Q: Will the graphic novel be available after the Kickstarter finishes? A: Yes. It will be available via PledgeManager, and subsequently on goodomenshq.com when that becomes the wider merch store.

Q: Will tiers be available after the Kickstarter finishes? A: Yes. Some will be available for an additional time on PledgeManager to allow those who couldn’t access the Kickstarter for a variety of reasons. This will go live at some point after the project finishes.

Q: Will the add ons be available after the Kickstarter finishes? A: Yes. Though Kickstarter will be the cheapest way to get the add ons, these will be made more widely available at a slight price increase after the campaign ends.

Q: I couldn’t back the Kickstarter due to payment issues. Can I use Paypal / other methods? A: We believe PledgeManager will be able to integrate the wider payment methods, including Paypal, for those who couldn’t back with a card. This is TBC. Longer term, this will be an option on goodomenshq.com when it opens as the official merch store.

Q: Shipping is charged after. Why do we not have the final numbers yet? A: We’ve been working across the campaign to bring estimates down further; the page will have new numbers as we have them pre-31 Aug, however we will be working over the coming months to get the best price for backers worldwide once the weights are locked in. Our goal is to get the best value for supporters and not overcharge by locking in this early.

Q: If it will all be available later, what difference is there in backing the Kickstarter? A: All backers get an individual discount code for the Good Omens HQ merch store when it opens in the future, so you can get money off further items. We’ve got some fun things that we’re planning to do via backer updates post-campaign too. More on that… later. You’ll still get plenty of ineffable joy either way though!

Q: Is there anywhere I can sign up for updates? A: Yes! Good Omens HQ will have a mailing list. You can sign up here.

Get yours here!

[fuckyeahgoodomens]

Good Omens Graphic Novel Masterpost ❤ 🐍😊

(you know how I like doing masterposts :)🥰 - I will update the masterpost as the kicstarter updates ❤)

What is Good Omens: the Official (and Ineffable) Graphic Novel?

The Good Omens: the Official (and Ineffable) Graphic Novel is the upcoming adaptation of the glorious 1990 Good Omens novel by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman in a graphic novel form. The adaptation is done by the talented Colleen Doran who worked with Neil on several other of his projects such as Chivalry, The Sandman, or Snow, Glass, Apples. The adaptation done under the gentle eyes of both Neil Gaiman and the Terry Pratchett Estate so don't worry that it will be unfaithful <3.

How can I help/join/pre-order?

The project is done on Kickstarter to keep the creative control with Neil, the Terry Pratchett's Estate and Colleen. If you're not familiar with Kickstarter it is a place where you pledge money and in return you get the product plus possible bonuses.

The Kickstarter Tiers

There are many tiers and options! WAHOO! ❤ (note that the shipping will be extra)

The Nighttingale Tier - £20 - GONE

This is only available for the first 24 hours.

You get the copy of the Graphic Novel :).

Also available to add a mug, another copy and bookshop bundle. :) (these options are available to add with every other tier)

The Human Tier - £25

You get the copy of the Graphic Novel :).

Also available to add a mug, aziraphale and crowley pins, another copy and bookshop bundle. :) (these options are available to add with every other tier)

The Serpent Tier - £40

Copy of the Graphic Novel

Variant Frank Quitely cover dust jacket (Frank Quitely is a Scottish comic book artist who worked with Marvel, DC and more).

Loot Pack #1: 2 x A4 prints of Colleen Doran artwork from the graphic novel, a glossy postcard and bookmark. Stretch goals will unlock more artists and artwork towards this box.

The Hellhound Tier - £120

Copy of the Graphic Novel

Variant Frank Quitely cover dust jacket (Frank Quitely is a Scottish comic book artist who worked with Marvel, DC and more).

Loot Pack #1: 2 x A4 prints of Colleen Doran artwork from the graphic novel, a glossy postcard and bookmark. Anna Morozova, Frank Quitely, Alice Oseman, Paul Kidby, David Aja, Mark Buckingham, Tanya Roberts, Sarah Graley & Rachael Stott and colouring page prints. Stretch goals will unlock more artists and artwork towards this box.

Loot Pack #2: 4 x A4 Good Omens prints from Colleen Doran, Crowley and Aziraphale enamel pins, a punchy sticker set, and the brand new Good Omens trading cards. These cards will be playable and collectable and as a special treat for Kickstarter backers we will be sprinkling some rarer cards in with these packages at random so you might just unlock something very special.

The Witchfinder Tier - £200

Copy of the Graphic Novel

Variant Frank Quitely cover dust jacket (Frank Quitely is a Scottish comic book artist who worked with Marvel, DC and more).

Loot Pack #1: 2 x A4 prints of Colleen Doran artwork from the graphic novel, a glossy postcard and bookmark.  Anna Morozova, Frank Quitely, Alice Oseman, Paul Kidby, David Aja, Mark Buckingham, Tanya Roberts, Sarah Graley & Rachael Stott and colouring page prints. Stretch goals will unlock more artists and artwork towards this box.

Loot Pack #2: 4 x A4 Good Omens prints from Colleen Doran, Crowley and Aziraphale enamel pins, a punchy sticker set, and the brand new Good Omens trading cards. These cards will be playable and collectable and as a special treat for Kickstarter backers we will be sprinkling some rarer cards in with these packages at random so you might just unlock something very special.

New largescale map of Tadfield (and the rest of the planet), designed by Julien Labit. Capturing the mysteries and oddities of the picturesque town in all its glory this map will make any wall an instant talking point. Dimensions approximately 594 x 841 mm.

The Demon Tier - £320

Copy of the Graphic Novel

Variant Frank Quitely cover dust jacket (Frank Quitely is a Scottish comic book artist who worked with Marvel, DC and more).

Loot Pack #1: 2 x A4 prints of Colleen Doran artwork from the graphic novel, a glossy postcard and bookmark. Anna Morozova, Frank Quitely, Alice Oseman, Paul Kidby, David Aja, Mark Buckingham, Tanya Roberts, Sarah Graley & Rachael Stott and colouring page prints. Stretch goals will unlock more artists and artwork towards this box.

Loot Pack #2: 4 x A4 Good Omens prints from Colleen Doran, Crowley and Aziraphale enamel pins, a punchy sticker set, and the brand new Good Omens trading cards. These cards will be playable and collectable and as a special treat for Kickstarter backers we will be sprinkling some rarer cards in with these packages at random so you might just unlock something very special.

New largescale map of Tadfield (and the rest of the planet), designed by Julien Labit. Capturing the mysteries and oddities of the picturesque town in all its glory this map will make any wall an instant talking point. Dimensions approximately 594 x 841 mm.

Creator-themed notebooks; 1 x Neil Gaiman, 1 x Terry Pratchett

Crowley & Aziraphale socks

5 x Good Omens enamel pins

The Horsemen Tier - £500

Copy of the Graphic Novel

Variant Frank Quitely cover dust jacket (Frank Quitely is a Scottish comic book artist who worked with Marvel, DC and more).

Loot Pack #1: 2 x A4 prints of Colleen Doran artwork from the graphic novel, a glossy postcard and bookmark. Anna Morozova, Frank Quitely, Alice Oseman, Paul Kidby, David Aja, Mark Buckingham, Tanya Roberts, Sarah Graley & Rachael Stott and colouring page prints. Stretch goals will unlock more artists and artwork towards this box.

Loot Pack #2: 4 x A4 Good Omens prints from Colleen Doran, Crowley and Aziraphale enamel pins, a punchy sticker set, and the brand new Good Omens trading cards. These cards will be playable and collectable and as a special treat for Kickstarter backers we will be sprinkling some rarer cards in with these packages at random so you might just unlock something very special.

New largescale map of Tadfield (and the rest of the planet), designed by Julien Labit. Capturing the mysteries and oddities of the picturesque town in all its glory this map will make any wall an instant talking point. Dimensions approximately 594 x 841 mm.

Creator-themed notebooks; 1 x Neil Gaiman, 1 x Terry Pratchett

Crowley & Aziraphale socks

5 x Good Omens enamel pins

A3 Giclee Print from the novel (signed by Colleen)

New Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett collector's enamel pin set

Exclusive enamel pin of Beelzebub himself on a Hell card

The Beelzebub Tier - £666 - GONE

Limited to: 50. Note: the contents of this tier are not included in the higher levels.

Copy of the Graphic Novel

A mystery to be revealed. - Make a deal with the devil for this mystery tier at £666. It includes the Good Omens graphic novel, and– *demonic gurgling noises*

The Archangel Tier - £800

Limited to: 100. 

Copy of the Graphic Novel

Variant Frank Quitely cover dust jacket (Frank Quitely is a Scottish comic book artist who worked with Marvel, DC and more).

Loot Pack #1: 2 x A4 prints of Colleen Doran artwork from the graphic novel, a glossy postcard and bookmark. Anna Morozova, Frank Quitely, Alice Oseman, Paul Kidby, David Aja, Mark Buckingham, Tanya Roberts, Sarah Graley & Rachael Stott and colouring page prints. Stretch goals will unlock more artists and artwork towards this box.

Loot Pack #2: 4 x A4 Good Omens prints from Colleen Doran, Crowley and Aziraphale enamel pins, a punchy sticker set, and the brand new Good Omens trading cards. These cards will be playable and collectable and as a special treat for Kickstarter backers we will be sprinkling some rarer cards in with these packages at random so you might just unlock something very special.

New largescale map of Tadfield (and the rest of the planet), designed by Julien Labit. Capturing the mysteries and oddities of the picturesque town in all its glory this map will make any wall an instant talking point. Dimensions approximately 594 x 841 mm.

Creator-themed notebooks; 1 x Neil Gaiman, 1 x Terry Pratchett

Crowley & Aziraphale socks

5 x Good Omens enamel pins

A3 Giclee Print from the novel (signed by Colleen)

New Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett collector's enamel pin set

Exclusive enamel pin of Beelzebub himself on a Hell card

The Floppy Disk “Keeper of the Official Master”

Exclusive Metatron enamel pin on a heaven card

Unnamed character cameo in double page spread - Fancy being immortalised in the Good Omens graphic novel universe? Then get yourself painted into the crowd scenes! There will be an accompanying postcard with a full list of who's who, so you'll know who you're galivanting around Tadfield and beyond with.

The Antichrist Tier - £800

Limited to: 100. 

Copy of the Graphic Novel

Variant Frank Quitely cover dust jacket (Frank Quitely is a Scottish comic book artist who worked with Marvel, DC and more).

Loot Pack #1: 2 x A4 prints of Colleen Doran artwork from the graphic novel, a glossy postcard and bookmark. Anna Morozova, Frank Quitely, Alice Oseman, Paul Kidby, David Aja, Mark Buckingham, Tanya Roberts, Sarah Graley & Rachael Stott and colouring page prints. Stretch goals will unlock more artists and artwork towards this box.

Loot Pack #2: 4 x A4 Good Omens prints from Colleen Doran, Crowley and Aziraphale enamel pins, a punchy sticker set, and the brand new Good Omens trading cards. These cards will be playable and collectable and as a special treat for Kickstarter backers we will be sprinkling some rarer cards in with these packages at random so you might just unlock something very special.

New largescale map of Tadfield (and the rest of the planet), designed by Julien Labit. Capturing the mysteries and oddities of the picturesque town in all its glory this map will make any wall an instant talking point. Dimensions approximately 594 x 841 mm.

Creator-themed notebooks; 1 x Neil Gaiman, 1 x Terry Pratchett

Crowley & Aziraphale socks

5 x Good Omens enamel pins

A3 Giclee Print from the novel (signed by Colleen)

New Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett collector's enamel pin set

Exclusive enamel pin of Beelzebub himself on a Hell card

The Floppy Disk “Keeper of the Official Master”

Exclusive Metatron enamel pin on a heaven card

William the Antichrist (hardcover) signed by Neil -  limited copy of the original short story that evolved into the tale we know and love today.

The Prophecy Tier - £1,000 - GONE

Limited to: 50. 

Copy of the Graphic Novel

Variant Frank Quitely cover dust jacket (Frank Quitely is a Scottish comic book artist who worked with Marvel, DC and more).

Loot Pack #1: 2 x A4 prints of Colleen Doran artwork from the graphic novel, a glossy postcard and bookmark. Anna Morozova, Frank Quitely, Alice Oseman, Paul Kidby, David Aja, Mark Buckingham, Tanya Roberts, Sarah Graley & Rachael Stott and colouring page prints. Stretch goals will unlock more artists and artwork towards this box.

Loot Pack #2: 4 x A4 Good Omens prints from Colleen Doran, Crowley and Aziraphale enamel pins, a punchy sticker set, and the brand new Good Omens trading cards. These cards will be playable and collectable and as a special treat for Kickstarter backers we will be sprinkling some rarer cards in with these packages at random so you might just unlock something very special.

New largescale map of Tadfield (and the rest of the planet), designed by Julien Labit. Capturing the mysteries and oddities of the picturesque town in all its glory this map will make any wall an instant talking point. Dimensions approximately 594 x 841 mm.

Creator-themed notebooks; 1 x Neil Gaiman, 1 x Terry Pratchett

Crowley & Aziraphale socks

5 x Good Omens enamel pins

A3 Giclee Print from the novel (signed by Colleen)

New Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett collector's enamel pin set

Exclusive enamel pin of Beelzebub himself on a Hell card

The Floppy Disk “Keeper of the Official Master”

Exclusive Metatron enamel pin on a heaven card

William the Antichrist (hardcover) signed by Neil -  limited copy of the original short story that evolved into the tale we know and love today.

Signed (another) copy of the Good Omens graphic novel both Neil and Colleen

The God Tier - £2,750 - GONE

Limited to: 10. 

Copy of the Graphic Novel

Variant Frank Quitely cover dust jacket (Frank Quitely is a Scottish comic book artist who worked with Marvel, DC and more).

Loot Pack #1: 2 x A4 prints of Colleen Doran artwork from the graphic novel, a glossy postcard and bookmark. Anna Morozova, Frank Quitely, Alice Oseman, Paul Kidby, David Aja, Mark Buckingham, Tanya Roberts, Sarah Graley & Rachael Stott and colouring page prints. Stretch goals will unlock more artists and artwork towards this box.

Loot Pack #2: 4 x A4 Good Omens prints from Colleen Doran, Crowley and Aziraphale enamel pins, a punchy sticker set, and the brand new Good Omens trading cards. These cards will be playable and collectable and as a special treat for Kickstarter backers we will be sprinkling some rarer cards in with these packages at random so you might just unlock something very special.

New largescale map of Tadfield (and the rest of the planet), designed by Julien Labit. Capturing the mysteries and oddities of the picturesque town in all its glory this map will make any wall an instant talking point. Dimensions approximately 594 x 841 mm.

Creator-themed notebooks; 1 x Neil Gaiman, 1 x Terry Pratchett

Crowley & Aziraphale socks

5 x Good Omens enamel pins

A3 Giclee Print from the novel (signed by Colleen)

New Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett collector's enamel pin set

Exclusive enamel pin of Beelzebub himself on a Hell card

The Floppy Disk “Keeper of the Official Master”

Exclusive Metatron enamel pin on a heaven card

William the Antichrist (hardcover) signed by Neil -  limited copy of the original short story that evolved into the tale we know and love today.

Signed (another) copy of the Good Omens graphic novel both Neil and Colleen

Individual character cameo - You can feature prominently within the pages of the graphic novel itself. Maybe you're there while Crowley and Aziraphale feed some ducks; maybe you're there for something a bit more high octane; or maybe you're just stuck on the M25. What you'll be up to will be at the discretion of Colleen, but there are plenty of places in the journey towards the Apocalypse and we can’t wait to see where you will turn up. 

Print of your cameo, signed by Colleen

The Apocalypse Tier - £8,000 - GONE

Limited to: 1 - this option was gone within the first hour of the launch. Except for the previous goodies up to the William it offered the last copy of the Celestial Edition (!!!), Foreground named character cameo, orint of cameo signed by Colleen and Neil and original sketch by Neil Gaiman.

 The Bookshop Tier - £250

The option for bookshops.

20 x Good Omens graphic novel (bookstores only)

We've got batches of 20 copies of the hardback graphic novel for retailers at a 50% trade discount. We love bookshops as much as Aziraphale does and want YOU to be part of Good Omens with us. To celebrate the graphic novel's release into the world, we will have point-of-sale material on request nearer to release. If you have any queries, get in touch. Terms: These are for retailers only. Packs must be delivered to a verified bookshop address. You can buy additional packs as an add-on.

The Small Bookshop Tier - £125

The smalle option for bookshops.

10 x Good Omens graphic novel (bookstores only)

The batch of 10 copies for retailers at a 50% trade discount. Terms: These are for retailers only. Packs must be delivered to a verified bookshop address. You can buy additional packs as an add-on.

When it will come out?

It should come out in Summer 2024 :).

Enhancing the tiers

Unlocked so far (All unlocked prints are in Loot Box #1 :)):

Gold foiled cover - Every copy of the book will be finished with gold detailing.

Sarah Graley & Rachael Stott prints - Rachael Stott, award-winning comic book artist behind works such as Doctor Who and Star Trek, and Sarah Graley of Our Super Adventure and Invader Zim farne, are ready and waiting to put their own spin on the world of Good Omens for your prints collection.

Endpapers - Beautiful artwork on the front cover and on every page in between is just not enough. '150,000 unlocks beautiful endpapers that will be heavenly(or hellish„. that is still to be seen).

David Aja, Mark Buckingham & Tanya Roberts prints / Colleen Loot Pack #2 prints for lower box - David Aja, known for the award-winning Hawkeye, Daredevil and Seeds Mark Buckingham, known for Marvelman an Fables—and Tanya Roberts, whose work includes Too Story and Star Wars Clone Wars comics to name but two, will join our ineffable artist tearh. More so, Colleen's prints from Loot Pack #2 will be included in Loot Pack #1. Art aplenty

Alice Oseman & Paul Kidby prints - A special duo of Heartstoppers Alice Oseman prints first, her drawing of Aziraphale while watching S 1 of Good Omens and a newly commissioned companion piece for Crowley. AIso, Discworld and the Illustrated edition of Good Omens' Paul Kidby's out-of-this-world alien artwork can be yours.

Colouring page prints - Want to add your own colour to the world of Good Omens? We have some exclusive illustrations for you relax to.

Ribbons - We said in the campaign that we were talking silk ribbons for stretch goals, and we are angels (or demons, depending who you're talking to) of our word. Well upgrade the hardback to have this addition.

Anna Morozova & Frank Quitely prints - Unlock a sumptious print by Anna Morozova. known for 2000 AD &Judge Dredd. Plus receive a print of Frank Quitely's alternate Good Omens graphic novel cover.

Money raised will go towards the costs of bringing this project and its many tendrils to the most vibrant life possible, ranging from creative fees to production and beyond. Our stretch goals therefore bring more of that ineffable joy into the project: we'll (hopefully) be unlocking various finishes on the graphic novel, expansions on the loot packs, and some - if we're lucky - backer exclusives further down the road, but these are to be revealed...

You will be able to unlock artists including Alice Oseman (Heartstopper), Rachael Stott (Fantastic Four, Doctor Who), and David Aja (Hawkeye), with more to be announced.

(I will update the masterpost as the kicstarter updates ;))

Video by Neil, Colleen and Rob :)

Rob Wilkins: Judgment day is almost upon us. One angel, one demon want to do something about it, but there's the small problem of the missing Antichrist.

Neil Gaiman: The good Omens Kickstarter - we've got a fabulous, glorious, amazing adaptation of Good Omens waiting for you in graphic novel form.

Rob: Neil Gaiman was the first person, the first journalist to interview Terry after the publication of The Colour of Magic. They stayed friends and Neil met Terry again and discussed the idea of this novel that he had that he really ought to get written down and he sent the idea through to Terry and a little while later Terry called him back and said: you bastard I want that idea for myself, and Terry offered to either buy the idea or to work with Neil on the project, and as Neil said at the time it would be like Michelangelo calling saying: here give me a hand to paint this ceiling, so of course Neil and Terry worked on it together.

Colleen Doran: Hi and welcome to my studio. I am pleased and excited beyond words to talk to you tonight about Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman's good Omens the graphic novel adaptation. You have no idea how happy I am to be working on this aside from the fact that I get to sit around and draw Azirphale and Crowley all day and who wouldn't want that - oh this is fun this is pure candy and I'm working very very hard to bring you a faithful adaptation. I love this book I love this project and bringing it to you is pure joy. Thanks a lot for your support. Thank you.

What now :)

So... head to the kickstarter, choose a Tier and Fall for it like Crowley :)❤

Who to follow for updates? :)

Tumblr: (me :D),  @goodomenshq, @neil-gaiman, @colleendoran

Twitter: @FYeahGoodOmens, @GoodOmensHQ, @neilhimself, @pratchettonline, @ColleenDoran, @terryandrob, @kickstarter.

Instagram: @fuckyeahgoodomens, @goodomens_hq,  @neilhimself,,  @pratchettonline,  @doran.colleen

Update 6.8.2023

Now as an add on you can add also new Aziraphale and Crowley pins 👀❤.

How to add if you already pledged:

Click one the Manage your pledge green button

Click on the Change your pledge violet button

Then again a green button with your pledge and you get to a page with:

wher you can add the pins and more :)

[lechrts]

What Are We. ✷ Paul Aron

Pairing: Paul Aron x Friend!reader

Summary: When all signs start to point that maybe you guys are more than friends.

Word Count: 2.1k

Vera’a Voice! Free time for me!!!! Which means I get to write and get down and dirty and grind. (Write.) this blurb is for my bbg Ellis. Hai. Suhhhhh. ok now adding this bit but I already wrote everything so its too late but im giggling bc I just searched and learned estonia is not that much of a warm beachy country oops. Ok Bye. my b. OH WELL.

The long-awaited summer break was something you had looked forward to since the season began. Climbing the ladder as a media intern in motorsports had been tough, but landing your big break in Formula 2 made every late night and early morning worth it.

It was one step closer to your ultimate dream.

Sure, it had been thrilling, but also more stressful than you’d ever imagined. Capturing the perfect shot, fumbling with your camera settings at the worst moments, and racing against deadlines—it was far from easy.

But despite the challenges, you wouldn’t trade it for anything.

Being young and working as an intern came with its own unique perks too—like getting to know some of the drivers on a personal level.

Not even a year ago would you have ever thought you’d be on a little friend vacation to Estonia with people like Paul Aron or Dino Beganovic and a couple other beloved interns that you had the pleasure of meeting.

And if you told yourself seven months ago you’d be in this scenario, you’d actually laugh.

Paul had been thoughtful enough to organize this entire trip, excited to share the beauty of his homeland with everyone.

Even after traveling halfway across the globe for this sport, Estonia easily ranked as one of the most stunning places you’d ever seen.

It was day two of this unforgettable getaway, and the late afternoon was approaching fast. The group had spent the day soaking up the sun at the beach, swimming in the crystal-clear water, and enjoying the luxurious villa you’d all pitched in to rent for the week.

But now, it was time for something even more special—Paul was finally taking you all to see his true home, where his mother had prepared a dinner that promised to be just as warm and inviting as the country itself.

Dinner in Paul’s family home was as cozy and picturesque as you’d expected. His mom had gone all out, setting the table with traditional Estonian dishes that filled the room with delicious aromas. Paul was effortlessly charming, introducing everyone to his siblings, Anna and Ralf, and making sure no one felt out of place.

You’d always known Paul had this way of making people feel special—it was part of his personality, the charm that came so naturally to him. To you, he’d always just been Paul. Sure, he was flirty sometimes, but that was just who he was, right? Nothing more.

Or so you thought.

The meal was going smoothly until Anna, his sister, casually leaned across the table and asked, “So, how long have you two been together?”

The entire table froze for half a second before erupting into giggles and suppressed laughter.

Your fork clattered against your plate as you nearly choked. “What?” you sputtered, eyes darting to Paul for backup. “We’re not—no, no. We’re not together.”

Anna blinked at you innocently. “Really? You sure? Because I would've thought—”

Ralf snickered, adding fuel to the fire. “Yeah, the way you two act—it’s like, I don’t know, kind of obvious?”

Your face burned, and you glanced at Paul, who had leaned back in his chair with a faint smirk, clearly enjoying your flustered state. He wasn’t rushing to clear anything up either.

What an idiot.

Before you could stammer out another denial, Paul’s mother chimed in, her voice light but curious. “Paul, you never told me you had a girlfriend?"

Your jaw dropped. “I’m not his—”

Paul cut in smoothly, though his eyes sparkled with mischief. “Ema,” he said, addressing his mother, “Don't worry, I would've told you.”

The laughter at the table got even louder. Dino, seated to your right, practically doubled over as he tried (and failed) to keep his drink from spilling. One of the others whispered something that sent him into another fit of giggles.

“Sorry, but this is too good,” Dino said, wiping at his eyes. “You should see your face right now.”

You groaned, burying your face in your hands for a moment, your cheeks blazing. “We’re just friends!” You insisted again, though the way everyone at the table was grinning made it clear no one believed you.

Paul leaned forward slightly, resting his chin on his hand as he looked at you, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “Relax,” He said, his voice low and teasing. “You’re making this way more awkward than it needs to be.”

“You’re enjoying this,” You quietly gritted through your teeth back, side-eyeing him.

He shrugged, completely unbothered as he whispered. “A little.”

The laughter slowly died down, but the tension lingered. You tried to focus on your plate, but it was impossible to ignore the flutter in your chest or the way Paul kept sneaking amused glances at you.

It was just Paul, you told yourself. The same Paul who flirted with everyone, who loved teasing you, who couldn’t possibly mean anything by it. But tonight, under the warm glow of the dining room lights, surrounded by his family and friends, the line between teasing and something more felt blurrier than ever.

And the way he winked at you before taking another bite of his food only made that flutter worse.

Soon, the evening had settled in beautifully, the Estonian coastline bathed in hues of amber and violet as the last traces of sunlight dipped below the horizon.

After dinner, the group returned to the villa, laughter and chatter filling the spacious living room as everyone settled into their version of post-dinner relaxation. Dino had taken to challenging the others in a card game, while the rest debated over who would make the best DJ for the night.

You had excused yourself after a while, craving a quiet moment away from the lively energy. The villa's balcony called to you, with its perfect view of the shore and the gentle sound of waves rolling against the sand. The cool evening air kissed your skin as you leaned against the railing, letting the salty breeze fill your lungs. The horizon stretched endlessly, the water shimmering under the soft glow of the moon.

For a while, you simply let yourself get lost in the serenity of the moment, your thoughts wandering back to the chaos of dinner. The teasing, the tension, the way Paul’s gaze had lingered on you just a little too long. You shook your head, trying to brush it off as nothing more than his usual antics.

It was just Paul.

Or was it?

You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t hear the door to the balcony slide open until Paul’s voice broke through the quiet.

"Got room for one more?"

You glanced over your shoulder to see him step closer, joining you anyways, his familiar smirk in place. He leaned against the railing beside you, his arm brushing lightly against yours. The touch was subtle, barely there, but it sent a small jolt through you nonetheless.

"You okay?" He asked.

“Just needed a little air.” You glanced at him, half-expecting him to move away, but he didn’t. If anything, he leaned closer, his gaze fixed on the horizon, as if he didn’t notice—or maybe he did.

For a while, the two of you stood in silence, the only sound the distant waves and the occasional rustle of the breeze. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but it wasn’t exactly easy, either. The day’s events had left too much unsaid.

Finally, Paul broke the silence. “You know,” he began, his tone a little hesitant, “I almost planned this trip just for the two of us.”

You turned to him, surprised. “What?”

He gave you a small, self-conscious smile. “Yeah. I wanted it to be just us. I thought it’d be nice to show you where I’m from, spend some time together without… racing being in the way.” He let out a quiet laugh.

“But Dino found out, and he wouldn’t let it happen. Said it’d be too obvious, especially since we aren't, you know…”

“Together?,” You finished, your voice barely above a whisper.

Paul nodded, his gaze fixed on the shoreline. “Yeah. And I couldn’t really argue with him.. he said I could've scared you off.”

Your heart was racing now, the implications of his words sinking in. He’d wanted this trip to be just the two of you? You hadn’t even realized he’d thought about you like that.

“You actually planned this for us?” You asked, your voice soft.

He shrugged, his smile a little shy. “I wanted to show you something important to me. I thought maybe it’d mean something more.” He paused, then added with a teasing edge, “But I guess I didn’t do a great job of getting my point across.”

You blinked, the memories of all the lingering glances, the playful teasing, the way he always seemed to find a reason to be near you during race weekends were suddenly flooding your mind.

You’d brushed it off every time, chalking it up to Paul just being Paul.

But now…

“I guess.. I didn’t realize,” You admitted quietly.

Paul chuckled, his arm brushing yours again as he leaned a little closer. “Yeah, I got that impression. You’re not exactly the most perceptive when it comes to certain things.”

You shot him a half-hearted glare, but the smile tugging at your lips betrayed you. “Oh, come on!" You nudged your arm against his, now even closer than ever.

"Okay, maybe I’m a little oblivious. But in my defense, you flirt with everyone. How was I supposed to know you’re serious?”

He tilted his head, his expression softening. “I do flirt a lot. But not like this—not with you.” His voice dropped slightly, the sincerity in his tone making your chest tighten.

“You’re different.”

The words hung in the air between you, heavy and undeniable. You swallowed hard, your thoughts a jumbled mess of confusion and something that felt dangerously close to hope.

Paul shifted, turning to face you fully now. “Look, I’m just going to say it." He laugh, probably feeling embarrassed it's taken this long to properly ask you.

"I’ve been trying to make it obvious that I’m interested in you, but maybe I’ve been going about it the wrong way.” He let out a breath, his lips quirking into a now nervous smile. “So… what are we? Because I know what I want us to be. I’ve known for a while now. And it sucked having to deny to my family that you're my girlfriend.” He paused.

"And you have no idea how badly I wanted it to be true." He laughed softly again, shaking his head.

“I want this—us—to be something more. I’ve been dropping hints for months, and either you’re really good at ignoring them, or I’m terrible at this.”

Your cheeks flushed, and you glanced down, suddenly hyper-aware of how close he was and how genuine he was.

“I just… I didn’t think you've ever been serious,” You admitted.

“Well, I am,” He said simply, his voice steady now. “And I don’t want to dance around it anymore. Let me take you on a proper date. Just us. No Dino, no friends, no interruptions.”

You looked at him, your heart pounding in your chest. The way he was looking at you—open, vulnerable, and completely earnest—made it impossible to say anything but yes.

“Okay,” You said softly, a small smile tugging at your lips. “I’d like that.”

Paul’s grin widened, and he let out a breath of relief, his hand brushing against yours briefly before he pulled back. “Good. Because I’ve been wanting to ask you for a while now.”

As the waves crashed softly in the distance, the two of you leaned against the railing once more, shoulders touching. This time, the spark between you wasn’t just a fleeting moment. It was a promise of something new, something real—and you couldn’t wait to see where it would lead.

comments , likes , & reblogs are appreciated ! ^_^ kinda fw this one!!!! Ur Welcome Ellis Baef.

tags! @wdcbox @planetpedri @halfwayhearted ofc.

[ghouldump]

here a silly request... louis has a sister and that's who lestat is interested in and louis is just a means for lestat to get what he really wants! I'm imagining that scene with lestat, louis and lily where lestat practically just used lily so he could sleep with louis, Louis will be so much more worried about Lily that he won't even notice Lestat seducing his sister 🤫🤭

Spider And The Fly | Lestat De Lioncourt x Reader

ෆ when Lestat uses Louis as bait to lure and trap his actual prey.

this is FAR from silly !!

Fierce, Secretive, Cunning, you were quite a vixen with everyone wrapped around your fingers as if you were a goody two shoes - but Lestat could see right through you. He remembered the first night he'd laid eyes on you.

You had no business being on this side of the city, some salesman pressed against you. You'd paid one of the many prostitutes to warn you, if Louis came through, and low and behold, he had just parked.

Pushing away from the guy, you pretended to be uninterested, unlike seconds ago. He kept trying to whisper sweet nothings into your ear, but you kept shrugging him off.

“What’s the matter, darling?” he asked, his hand brushing down the sleeve of your dress.

“I need to get going,” you said, standing, but he followed, throwing the money on the table, and going outside.

“Hold on now, princess,” he said, trying to stop you and kiss on your cheek, while you attempted to push him away. Unexpectedly, the man was punched, groaning, confusedly staring up at Louis.

“What are you doing out here?” he asked you.

“I came with some friends, but they left, so I was going to get a drink,” you said, pouting at your dearest big brother.

“Hell no, you don't need a drink, get in that car and wait for me,” he pointed. Nodding a solemn expression in place, you walked to the car. As you passed Lestat, he could see the mischievous glint in your eyes, you could put on a good show.

He had to get close to you, he found out about your background, your usual circle of friends and associates. How other than Louis, you were the only other child to have some sort of socialite status. You were popular amongst men, and while you weren't a loose young woman, you weren't as innocent as you led your family to believe.

There was only one problem, you were impossible to get to. Louis was protective, extremely protective, perhaps it was his way of projecting his fears. Whoring out women, day and night, yet the idea of his baby sister doing the same thing bothered him. Paul, when he wasn't chasing down Louis, expressing his dislike of Levi, or at church, he was trying to warn you to stay away from men, in general, and Grace was too focused on her wedding to care as much as the two. It was challenging, but Lestat wasn't going to give up easily.

He became close with Louis, and while he enjoyed the man and what he had to offer, Lestat already had made his decision. He recalled fondly, the first time you'd met each other.

Sitting at the dinner table, next to Louis, he was cordial with everyone in vain conversation. Abruptly, the front door could be heard opening, before your head poked into the dining room.

“Y/n, where have you been?” your mother started.

“I was over at Anna’s house,” you said, as you waved everyone at the table, making your way to the empty seat next to Louis.

“This is Lestat de Lioncourt, he is a friend of mine, this is the baby of the family, Y/n,” Louis said, as you sat down. Facing the man, you thought how handsome he was. He was probably Louis�� lover, heaven knows he had never brought a woman home.

“I have heard many things about you,” he said.

“I hope only good,” you smirked, briefly glancing at Louis.

“Of course, Louis goes on and on about you,” he smirked.

The conversation shifted back to Grace and Levi as they went on and on about their wedding. Picking at your food, you sat uninterested in the topic. “Is this all they talk about?” you heard, making you look up at Lestat.

His mouth hadn't moved, as he still faced Grace, nodding his head as she spoke to him. “I see why you're always disappearing” you heard again.

“Excuse me?” you spoke, everyone’s attention turning to you.

“Something wrong?” your mother asked.

“Nevermind,” you shook your head.

“Be careful, ma chérie, they’ll think you're like your brother,” he said, this time when you looked up, everyone sat frozen.

“What is this?” you asked him.

“A specialty of mine,” he smiled.

“Unfreeze them,” you demanded.

“I’d like a word, I have anticipated this moment, since the first time I laid eyes on you,” he smiled.

“You and Louis, are you not together?” you asked him.

“We’re colleagues, who like a little fun on the side, but you, your brother is very protective over you, a precious gem, inaccessible, but I wonder if he knows you aren't even a virgin. Even I can't help but want a taste from you,” he said before everyone unfroze, continuing their conversation.

This was only the beginning of seeing and questioning the essence of the Frenchmen. It was also the start of the inception of Lestat’s plan.

“You okay, pudding? You look a little on edge,” Mr. Clèmence asked, reaching to touch your lower back. He was your father’s business colleague before he passed, and also a creep. Not long after you turned twenty-one, he began trying to bed you.

“I’m okay, I think I‘ll have another drink,” you smiled.

“Go on and hurry back, we have some catching up to do,” he whistled as you walked away.

Rolling your eyes, you regretted accepting the party invite and having to deal with his perverted tendencies. Walking to the bar, you made small talk with a few old friends along the way, thanking the bartender as he replaced your empty glass.

Making your way back to the table, your heart sped up, seeing Mr. de Lioncourt. What was he doing here? When did he get here? Was Louis with him? Why was he talking to Mr. Clémence? They seemed to be having an interesting conversation until you approached.

“I’ll be right back, Y/n,” Mr. Clémence said, standing up, and walking away. He looked hypnotized, never meeting your eyes as he left.

“Join me”

“Is Louis here?” you asked him.

“Louis is working, he has an establishment to run,” he smirked, crossing his leg over the other, as you sat down.

“Then what are you doing here? You don't want business with Mr. Clémence, he's a crook,” you laughed.

“Yes, depraved swine, I am here to see the star of the night, Ms. de Point du Lac,” he said, smirking.

“You seem special to my brother, I don't want to cross any boundaries,” you shook your head.

“Is Louis the only thing stopping you? Or is it the act you plan to keep up for your family and friends? You and I aren't much different, carefree, meant to live your truth, unapologetically, without fear of judgment”

“You wouldn't understand, we’re from two different worlds,” you told him.

“And with just the snap of my fingers, I can make you a part of my world, I just need a yes,” he said, you didn't realize how close he was to you, until now.

“Mr. de Lioncourt-

“Lestat,” he corrected you. Gulping, you stared into his eyes, he was inches away from your face.

“Lestat, I appreciate your offer, but I will have to decline. Louis has the business, Grace has Levi, Paul has the church, and Mama. It is up to me to make a name for myself and have something of my own. I can not ruin my future because I was known as the French man’s créole plaything, good night,” winking at him, before standing up to leave.

Your rejection only added fuel to Lestat’s burning lust. He bit his lip, watching as you walked away, and headed toward your driver. So set on what you needed in life, or what you thought you needed, you were willing to sacrifice everything you were. Marrying an attractive, but poor man, or an old ugly rich man, and for what? To please your family and finally receive the approval you craved, to show them you had something of your own - but this, this fantasy, was not what you truly wanted. You wanted freedom, from misogyny, racism, social pressures, etc.

“I will set you free, from the troubles of this life, ma chérie”

Time went on and Lestat was no longer a concern in your mind. You'd seen him at a few events, sometimes alone, sometimes with Louis, regardless, you kept your distance. He'd stare, but you ignored him. Eventually, you didn't even acknowledge him anymore. There was still a small feeling that you were being watched, or followed, but you ignored it until it went away completely.

“Paul, you have a fever, mama said to lay down,” you told him, helping him into bed.

“I’m alright, really, I just need to see Father-

“I’m more than sure God wants you to get better before you go to church,” you said, sternly. Putting his head down, he nodded, climbing back into bed.

He had been sick with a nasty cold, and you had been helping your mother take care of him, since everyone else was too busy.

“I have soup,” your mother announced, holding the tray with the porcelain bowl on top.

“Good, and now you can explain to your son why he needs to get better before he runs off to church”

“Paul, Y/n is right and you're risking getting others sick,” she told him, setting down the tray.

“Where’s Louis, maybe we could read a few chapters together, like old times,” he said, hopeful.

“Sorry, Paul, he's working-

“Go get him, he won't mind coming home,” your mother told you.

“How am I supposed to know where he is? You want me to go around the French Quarter screaming his name?” you asked. Louis was never in one place for long and it would be a struggle to find him, now that the sun was setting.

“Check at Mr. de Lioncourt’s house, and the red light district,” she said lowly.

“No, Y/n, you have to stay away from that devil,” Paul shook his head.

“His address is in the address book, please, I think it would be nice for him to bond with Louis,” she said. Holding back the urge to groan, you nodded, leaving the room.

She was always trying to accommodate Paul, he had his issues, please Louis, he carried the family, help Grace, she was the first to marry - but what about you?

Taking the car, you went straight to the red-light district. You frowned at the smell in the air, as you looked around. You didn't see him or his car anywhere in sight.

“Hey, have you seen Louis?” you asked Bricktop, one of his madames.

“He left a while ago, either went home or to that French man, he didn't say,” she told you.

“Thank you,” you said, reaching over, giving her a few cents, before driving off to his home.

By the time you parked, night completely covered the sky. You couldn't differentiate between the vehicles, as you pulled up to the curb. Turning off the car, you hope that he is in this house because you did not want to see this man for the fun of it.

Anxiously, you approached the gate, raising your hand to knock, and you realized it was unlocked. Making your way to the door, you reached to knock, when the door opened.

“Lestat”

“Y/n, it is a pleasure to see you, what can I do for you, at this hour?” he smirked.

“I'm looking for Louis, is he here?” you asked, standing on your toes, attempting to look over his shoulder.

“Come in,” he opened the door, stepping to the side to let you in.

“Well, is he here?” you asked, as you walked in, watching him shut the door.

“You knew he wasn't here, ma chérie, but you had to give in to your desire only a little, to see me again,” he grinned at you.

“What the hell are you talking about Lestat, get out of the way,” you said, seeing that he stood in front of the door.

“You can fool them, but I see you, I know you wanted to give in, you want to give in, but you're too afraid, you'd rather hide your true self from the world,” he said, moving out of the way, walking towards the living room.

Rolling your eyes, you went to reach for the door but stopped when he spoke again.

“Just so you know, what happens in secret, is always revealed”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Mr. Clémence, Mr. Smith, Gabriel, William, Isaiah, he seems like he is you're favorite. Funny how people with the very names from the Bible are usually the most troubled, I mean, look at your brother,” he laughed.

“Shut your fucking mouth, you don't get to speak about him or any of them-

“I wonder how poor Louis would take it, knowing his innocent baby sister is a femme fatale, struggling with hypersexuality because she didn't get enough love as a child”

“Does Louis know that you're a dick, he'd love to hear that,” you spat, but it only made him smile.

“Bathrooms, boats, fields, cars, at the park, it would break his heart, to know how erotic you truly are”

“You've been watching me, you pervert,” you realized.

“I think you're entire family would be disappointed, moans such as those could only be made by a nymphomaniac”

“So tell them, is that what you want to do? Are you jealous? They get to have me any way they'd like, but you were rejected,” you taunted.

“I have you where I want you,” he smirked, tilting his head.

“The only place you'd ever have me is in your dreams”

“Is that why you haven't left yet? I moved from by the door and you followed me, you want to argue for my attention, but it is already set on you. I could never be jealous of any of them, they don't make your heart skip a beat, make you nervously chew your lip, clench your thighs together, I do,” he said, approaching you.

“Asshole,” you said, backing away from, them and turning to leave. However, your feet stopped on their own, running back to him, jumping into his arms.

Pressing your lips against his, you moaned as he hungrily explored your mouth, reaching for the back of your dress. Lestat was frightening, not because of how mysterious he came off to be, or his appearance, or background - but because he was always spot on. He had been right about you.

You last track of time, Louis wasn't even a thought, as you gave yourself to Lestat. In his lap, on the loveseat, panting in the most ungodly manner, you gasped, as he bit into your neck. The pain was quickly replaced by pleasure, his cool arms wrapping around your warm skin. It wasn't until the euphoric ecstasy came down, that you realized what you'd done and with whom. He was special to Louis and yet here you were, lying against him.

“I’m sorry, I need to go,” you said, scurrying to get dressed, your hand going to your neck, holding the two holes in your skin. He smiled, satisfied, for now, at least he had more access to you, with his blood in your system.

Rushing home, you tried to look as natural as possible, taking the small backup scarf from your purse, tying it around your neck before entering the house, and going upstairs to your room.

“Hey, they told me you went looking for me?” Louis spoke from the bottom of the stairs, making you turn around. Your eyes softened, guilt plaguing your mind of your actions.

“Yeah, I stopped by the district, at Mr. de Lioncourt’s and I drove around a while,” you lied.

“Sorry about that, I went to see Ms. Lily, her birthday recently passed,” he said.

“It's okay,” you said, told him.

“What’s with the scarf? It’s hot as hell tonight,” he chuckled.

“The mosquitoes are tearing me a new one, I had to hide my neck, I can't wait until winter,” you said, going up the steps as he laughed.

Entering your room, you immediately pulled off the cloth, staring into your reflection. Wincing, your fingers pressed against the two holes, moving to your lips, you thought about Lestat, how he kissed you as if it was his last kiss. Held you, as if you would slip away. He was everything you could ever want, and he was right about all of the things he'd said and for that reason, you would have to stay away from him.

“I’m so glad you're feeling better, partying just isn't the same without you,” Anna, your best friend, pouted, intertwining your arms, as you both sat in the back of the car.

“I know, I think I caught whatever Paul had,” you said to her.

“Lie”

You heard, making you glance around, but he was nowhere in sight. It had been two long weeks of hiding away in your room. At first, it was only until the bruising went down, no amount of makeup could hide the holes in your neck. Then it started, calling for you, telling you to come to him, but you couldn't, you wouldn't. He plagued your mind, crept into your thoughts and dreams. You felt crazy until it finally stopped, immediately, you were rejuvenated and accepted Anna’s invitation to her boy toys party.

“Your mother had you tending to him again? I swear, you need to get married Y/n so you can get away from them,” she said.

“Uh, Laurent lives in the French Quarter?” you asked, feeling the hairs on your body standing, as you recognized the area.

“Yeah, I forgot to tell you, he recently bought a house here,” she said, your eyes landed on his house, as the driver drove past.

Parking in front of the large home, you stared down the road, he stayed minutes away.

“Come on, I can't wait for you to meet him,” Anna squealed, dragging you into the house.

As the party began, houses down the road, Louis faced a dilemma. He and Lestat had been growing closer, concerning too many. He knew by their looks the multitude of slurs they were biting back. Lestat had brought Ms. Lily to his house, insinuating on a threesome. However, after a little kissing, he whispered into her ear, grinning as she fell into a deep sleep.

“Ms. Lily?” Louis pulled away, worriedly staring at her.

“She is only sleeping, where were we?”

“I’m supposed to trust your word, wake her up?” he said, lightly shaking her.

“I can't, she's in a deep sleep, she’ll wake up…eventually,” he chuckled to himself.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, she's innocent,” Louis screamed at him.

“When has prostitution become innocent?” Lestat laughed, watching as Louis picked her up, carrying her out of the house.

“Stay away from me”

“Y/n, come to me, I can not wait much longer, ma chérie,” he called out.

Furrowing your eyebrows, you leaned against the wall, the glass to your lips, as you listened to Anna’s boyfriend and his friends go about uninteresting matters.

“Ma chérie, I will set you free”

“Get out of my head,” you muttered under your breath, looking off to the side.

“You said something?” Anna asked you.

“No, I think I seen someone I know, I’ll be right back,” you excused yourself, going outside.

“Y/n, come,” he said, as soon as you were outside. You were beginning to panic, your body moving on its own, headed to his house. To his front door, until you reached for the knob, entering. Going to the living room, you stopped, his back facing you, as he stood in front of the piano.

“Why are you doing this to me? You have Louis,” you asked him.

“I have never wanted Louis, it was always you,” he said, as he finally faced you.

“He just left and wants me to stay away from him, you have no competition, ma chérie,” he continued.

“Lestat, I told you, I can't-

“I love you, and I see you, your efforts, your attempts to please everyone around you, to live up to the standard they have for you - but you don't need that with me. There is nothing too little or too much, you could do, to change the unconditional love that has grown,” he said. Embarrassed, you covered your face as you began to cry. You couldn't recount a time anyone had ever said something as loving.

“You don't want me, I’ve pretended my whole life-

“I want nothing more than to have you, and so you've done a little acting, it doesn't matter. Accept me, and your life will start anew, and you can decide, according to your standards what is best,” he said, he was in front of you within milliseconds, reaching for your hand.

“What are you?” you asked him.

“I will teach you, what I am, what you are, and what you're meant to be, I just need a yes, a simple nod from your beautiful head,” he said, caressing your hand.

Staring into his pale eyes, you wiped your tears, before hesitantly nodding.

“Yes,” you said, taken by surprise when he pressed his lips against your own. Kissing along your neck, you released airy moans, your eyes shut. Taking the back of his hand, he wiped the makeup from your neck, revealing the mole-like scarring from the bite.

“Your new life starts now,” he said, his fangs sinking into your neck.

In the end, the fly was left tangled in the webs of the beautiful spider, awaiting death. Lestat had succeeded and he couldn't wait for the eternity ahead, spent together.

[dedeinthewild]

paul aron x reader, no labels

- “I’m carrying my body weight in presents, so shut it"

The magic of Christmas was something special—something that could mend relationships, make adults feel like children again, and bring together those who had drifted apart.

Colorful ornaments adorned towering Christmas trees, hiding the gifts underneath just a little. And if Christmas was spent with family, it became even more beautiful.

The girl Paul was closest to had caught the last flight to Tallinn before heavy snow temporarily slowed down the flow of passengers at the Estonian airport. She had settled into the beautiful villa where the boys lived. She loved Christmas, the preparations that came with it, the wonderful smiles of children, and all the little things that brought her joy.

She was the kind of person who was content with very little, always smiling beneath the glasses she wore to avoid straining her eyes—the same eyes Paul never got tired of looking into.

They hated putting labels on themselves or talking about their relationship. Between them, everything was so simple that trying to define it felt like an unnecessary complication for something so pure and clean. They had met by chance and continued to see each other between video calls, with the occasional late-night message when one of them had fallen asleep and the other needed to talk.

And so, an extra place was added at the table that year. Despite her mind telling her to spend the holidays with her family, as she always had, her heart needed to enter that home and experience something new. Everything was new for her there, except for a few people who had grown accustomed to discovering new parts of her—and adoring every one of them.

Perhaps some would call it a bold move to invite her to something as important as Christmas with the family, but as everyone thought, there was nothing more transparent than the affection she had for the Estonian driver, his family, and their traditions—not to mention the huge smile that lit up her face when she saw the children. They were so blonde they looked like a little team of angels.

“I really, really want to help,” said the girl as she sliced bread on a wooden cutting board, ready to set it on the table. Margit, who wanted her to enjoy the evening without lifting a finger, tried to dissuade her.

“If I were you, I’d let her,” Paul chimed in, stealing a breadstick from the container as he walked behind the women of the house and Ralf, who was checking whether the evening’s first dish was cooking properly.

She turned, giving him an amused look, her hair tied back in a messy bun with strands of her bangs slipping loose onto her forehead.

“Don’t look at me like that,” the Estonian said, crossing his arms and leaning his lower back against the kitchen counter.

“I’m not violent or anything, I swear,” she said, raising her hands in mock innocence toward the driver’s mother, who responded with a sweet, elegant laugh.

“I have something to say about that,” Paul teased.

“Have you decided you’re a pain in the ass?” Anna shot back, trying to chase her brother out of the kitchen by pushing and holding him by the arm.

“Everybody hates me. I’m done,” he declared, stealing another breadstick behind his back as he disappeared through the door to lift one of his nephews into the air. The child had been loudly calling for Uncle Paul.

The atmosphere was beautiful. From the kitchen island, Margit, Anna, and the family’s new addition could see the entire living room, where an explosion of joy brought color to an otherwise minimalist home.

All the children were seated around the tree, with one of the more distant uncles dressed as Santa Claus telling stories, while the Aron cousins worked on drawings that the kids would later sign.

Ralf had connected his phone to one of the speakers scattered throughout the house and started playing a Christmas playlist, making the girl wrinkle her nose.

But the best part was sitting down to eat together. The children sat at their own table, engrossed in a conversation about the latest cartoon to watch, while the adults discussed various topics.

One of the evening’s focal points was the girl herself. Sitting next to Paul, she answered an endless stream of questions from everyone. She was having fun, watching how Paul’s grandmother got emotional at every one of her answers while gently stroking her husband’s hand with her thumb.

“You’d make a perfect couple,” the elderly woman blurted out, pushing her glasses up her nose to get a better look at them. Both smiled, a hint of shyness softening their carefree expressions.

Paul passed her the dishes, asked if she’d like something to drink, and, when speaking with relatives in Estonian, would place a hand on her shoulder and whisper a translation before resting his chin on her head.

At Christmas, Paul changed a little. Amid the noisy table, he withdrew into himself, speaking only when spoken to, his gaze often fixed on the children’s table where they played. But that year, she had managed to make him an integral part of the group, encouraging him to open up and join the conversations with that radiant smile of hers.

“How are you feeling?” he asked while Anna had already whisked away the dishes to prepare for one of their family’s beloved traditions.

“Good,” she replied with a smile, looking into his eyes.

He ran one of his large hands through her hair, letting it slide to her shoulders, and smiled back. The way she looked at him—it was what anyone would call “the look of love.”

After a few rounds of the family game, everyone got up and moved to the large living room, ready to open the first gifts with the children, all of them returning to a childlike state themselves.

The girl had ended up in an armchair near the tree, with one of Paul’s older brother’s sons on her lap, giving her a perfect view of the whole group.

The girls tore through wrapping paper, revealing dolls and dresses with tulle, smothering their relatives in kisses and tying ribbons around their wrists, pretending they were at a ball.

On the other side, the boys, more focused on messing with Paul and Ralf’s hair, patiently awaited their turn to do the same, while the boys’ father tried to figure out where Margit had hidden the gifts.

“Go and set the table for Santa,” Margit said with a smile, gesturing for the kids to grab the milk and cookies from the kitchen island.

“Come with us!” A dozen excited, slightly sleepy children grabbed the girl’s hands, making her wrinkle her nose in amusement as they led her to the kitchen island, where the older kids grabbed the bowls.

Paul, sitting on the couch with Anna resting her head on his chest, watched her from a distance.

Just as he always did.

He observed the way she moved, telling stories to the children, lifting them up to set the table where they couldn’t reach, giving them high-fives that made their tiny hands disappear in hers.

She was full of nostalgia—that was something he had learned.

And seeing her like this made him so happy that he couldn’t even express it, warmth spreading through his chest and his lips curving into a soft smile.

“Why do I feel like if I ever brought a girl home, you wouldn’t love her as much as you love her?” joked Ralf, placing his hands on their mother’s shoulders.

“We love everyone the same,” she said, stroking one of her son’s hands.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you enjoy someone’s company as much as hers,” Ralf continued.

“She’s a good girl, she is,” nodded the father of the Arons, making them smile as she returned to the room with a child in her arms and the others following behind.

She looked at everyone, letting them know the table was ready for Santa Claus, and then softly rubbed the back of one of Paul’s little cousins, who was just moments away from falling asleep.

The mothers took their children to bed, changing them into pajamas with little reindeer on them and making sure they were sound asleep before returning.

“Who’s in charge of Santa tonight?” asked Anna, stretching her arms as she got up from the couch.

“Paul,” said Margit, patting his shoulder as he stood.

“Yes!” whispered the Estonian.

Christmas Eve was the one night, besides the kids, where he had no desire to sleep at all, and staying up late to put Santa’s presents under the tree and do something special made him genuinely happy.

“Goodnight then, and Merry Christmas,” said the middle Aron sibling, giving everyone a kiss on the cheek.

“You’re staying up with me, you know,” Paul said to the girl as he approached her, a grin on his face, arms crossed as he looked down from his height of six feet.

“Why did I already know that?” she laughed, tying her hair back again as the rest headed to their respective bedrooms, leaving only Alpine’s reserve driver to follow her into her room.

They changed into pajamas and crawled under the covers, finally bringing out the gifts they had hidden in plain sight.

In the chaos of earlier gift-giving, no one had noticed that the two of them hadn’t exchanged anything, so now they found themselves doing so in the intimacy of her dimly lit room.

“Do we open them now or later?”

“We’ve got hours before we have to set the gifts, so now works,” Paul shrugged, trying to hide how excited he was to give her his present. He couldn’t bear to wait any longer.

The driver handed her the box he held in his hands, scratching the back of his neck with the other as he watched her begin to unwrap it.

Behind him, one of the house’s large windows opened onto the illuminated porch and gave a small glimpse of the darkness that usually gave way to the forest.

The Christmas lights, a warm white, framed the window and cast a soft glow inside the room, highlighting her silhouette.

He, too, was opening his gift, wearing a loose white shirt with the Grinch on it, his curls lightly tickling his forehead as he pressed his lips together and carefully untied the bow.

“You didn’t have to get me anything,” she said.

“I thought we were well past that kind of politeness.”

“Oh, I hate you,” she laughed, adjusting her glasses on her face.

And then she saw it. A certificate.

“I can’t read anything,” she said, turning her back to him to catch the light from the lamp on his side of the bed.

Paul took the opportunity to wrap his hands around her waist, pulling her to sit between his legs.

“The star with the following coordinates was renamed on 12/08 by Paul with the name ____.”

She read the inscription beneath the photo of a stunning star against a deep blue background, running her fingers over the thick paper of the certificate.

He had named a star after her.

And that was the most beautiful gift, the most heartfelt declaration anyone could have given her.

“I knew you’d make me cry,” she said, turning to face him.

“Don’t, or Santa won’t stop by,” he teased, wiping her eyes with his thumbs before pressing a playful kiss to her nose.

She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close to her chest as though he weren’t twice her size.

And he loved it when she hugged him like that, making him feel so warm and protected—something no one but his family had ever managed to do.

Maybe that’s exactly why she was there that night, celebrating with them, closer to him than people he’d known since he was a child.

“And, by the way, your gifts are beautiful too,” he said, running his hands gently along her spine.

They talked about presents again hours later, lying on the mattress and chatting about anything and everything, just like they always did, trying not to laugh too loudly at the silly memes on their phones.

Their hair sprawled across the pillows, the blankets keeping them warm, the scent of the room was one they both associated with rest days, holidays, and happiness.

It was that soft, cozy smell—a mix of fabric softener, love, affection, and genuine feelings.

Whenever a video was especially funny, he’d wrap his arms around her, trapping her between his biceps to muffle her laughter while trying not to burst out laughing himself.

And before they knew it, the hour of Santa Claus arrived. While he scoured the house for the gifts his mom had hidden somewhere, muttering in Estonian, she grabbed some powdered sugar and made boot prints on the parquet floor.

“There’s one for you and me, too,” said the Estonian, balancing five or six boxes stacked in his arms as he walked without looking where he stepped.

“Watch your feet, idiot,” she laughed, fixing one of the Santa footprints he’d accidentally smudged.

“I’m carrying my body weight in presents, so shut it,” he replied, starting to arrange the gifts neatly under the glowing tree so the kids could easily find them in the morning before breakfast.

“Footsteps done.”

“Santa has to eat the cookies.”

“There’s a ton of them!” she complained.

“You should’ve taught the kids better,” he shrugged, stacking the gifts carefully.

A little while later, Paul joined her at the kitchen counter, biting into the carrot meant for the reindeer.

“Oh, I forgot you’re the healthy one.”

“As if you don’t like the fit version of me.”

“Yeah, but—”

“Ah! Got you. You said yes,” Paul grinned, winking as he washed down the carrot with some milk.

“Shut up, you’ll wake the kids!” she laughed, smacking his chest as she nibbled on a cookie.

“I could get used to this,” he murmured.

And after finishing the feast the kids had prepared for Santa, they walked past the Christmas tree, smiles on their faces and exhaustion finally setting in.

“You’re ruining all the footsteps,” she scolded, noticing that with every step, the driver’s foot came dangerously close to her creations.

He looked down, realizing how close he was, and in his attempt to avoid them, he lost his balance.

But she was there, placing her hands on his hips and helping steady him, even as she herself wobbled uncertainly.

And they laughed.

They laughed.

They laughed.

With powdered sugar on the floor, the taste of cookies still on their lips, and Christmas officially arrived, he cupped her face in his hands, brushing her cheeks gently.

And in the window, they were now reflected too.

Looking at each other with the eyes of love, as the lights illuminated them.

And outside, snow had begun to fall.

~ been working on this one for a few days and if I might say so, it's really worth it. I'm kinda feeding myself my paul obsession, but hey, I didn't find him under my tree so I might as well gift him to you💫

[olgalenski]

Sie sind in Kassel und Paul geht sehr gerne mit ihr essen als sie fragt.

[httpiastri]

paul aron x popstar!reader

a/n: told you i'd stay up until i had written something :) not my best work but i hope you enjoy anyway. take care, my loves <3

if someone had told you before this weekend that you were going to watch paul absolutely dominate, you would've felt your heart race at the thought, but never actually believed that it could happen. and yet, here you are.

after a bunch of busy weeks on tour, you finally got a break – just in time for the last two rounds of the formula two championship. this weekend was already, even before paul's pole, bound to be great. with the release of his merchandise on friday and his alpine announcement on saturday, and with you there to cheer him on, he had several things to look forward to. to have qualifying and the feature race turn out so well was just another addition to an already perfect weekend.

the moment his silver car crosses the finish line right behind gabriel bortoleto to claim his first-ever win in the series, the tears are already prickling in the corners of your eyes. the hitech garage erupts in cheers, and you get pulled into a whirlwind of hugs by everyone around – before turning to anna, unable to hold back the tears anymore. in the arms of paul's sister, whom you've come to grow so close to, you feel yourself breaking down, and she does the exact same. when pulling away, she helps wipe away your tears to not ruin your makeup, and you return the favor, both in a giggling haze of happiness and relief and pride. so much pride for the young man currently making his way into parc ferme.

as you all hurry along, she hastily asks you if you're sure you want to come with, knowing you usually want to stay behind in the shadows at these moments, but you just shake your head. "i wouldn't miss it for anything."

paul stands on his car, celebrates with his arm in the air, before jumping down and throwing himself into the arms of his team. he hugs them, shakes hands with zak brown, and embraces his parents, before finally diverting his attention to you.

you blink back your tears as your eyes meet his through the slit in his helmet, and you can practically feel his smile radiating from his body when his arms wrap around you. with your arms draped over his shoulders, you can't help but laugh at the surreality of it; it's just so hard to believe that you've been lucky enough to end up with someone this perfect.

your boyfriend lifts you up in the air, your giggles echoing in his ears and luring out a laugh of his own, and squeezes you tighter than ever before. once he sets you down, he brushes a glove-clad hand down the side of your face, caressing your cheek with his thumb for a moment with a promise to be back in your arms after the podium.

a twinge of disappointment spreads through your stomach, but you understand; he's got a lot of obligations to tend to, and you would never stand in the way of that. you turn around when he pulls off his helmet to pose with the first-place board, facing his family again as they chat off about the plans to celebrate later tonight.

but just as you think it's time to go towards the podium, a hand lands on your shoulder. you spin in surprise, eyebrows already raised when you find paul standing there, rosy cheeks and messy curls on full display. "i forgot something," he mumbles, and his calloused palms cup your face before you can even process his words. and before you can react, he's kissing you.

the shuttering of cameras drowns out all other sounds for a moment – the fans will definitely freak out – but then the whole world fades away. his lips are slightly chapped, though you definitely don't mind, considering how gentle he is with it. your hand instinctively reaches up to rest on his chest, feeling his heart racing beneath his suit. you're not sure who started, but eventually you're both grinning into the kiss, unable to hold back the overwhelming joy of the moment.

"thank you," he whispers as he pulls away, eyes gazing right into yours. "for being here this weekend." he presses another kiss to your lips, letting out a soft sigh. "my lucky charm."

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[beyondthesefourwalls]

This Love Came Back to Me (3)

Summary: You and Bradley hadn’t ended on bad terms; really, you stopped before the two of you could even truly begin. Still, in the last seven months, you had never completely left his mind. So when you suddenly appeared in front of him at the bar, asking for a favor and pulling him into a kiss, he thought maybe it was the perfect opportunity to see if this time, things could be different. But what neither of you realized was that there’s more going on than just rekindling a lost romance, and it might not be as easy as simply just wanting it. 

Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x Reader (no use of y/n)

Warnings: second chance romance, language, allusions of smut and potential full smut, stalking, unhealthy obsessions, delusions of feelings, unwanted attention.

Part Three Word Count: 4.1K

Part Two

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You blinked awake slowly on Saturday morning to Bradley’s voice fading in your head. You touched your fingertips to your lips because you swore you could feel the faintest touch of a kiss from your dreams. It took a moment for the night before to flood back to you but when it did, a wide grin broke out on your face and you couldn’t stop yourself from turning your head to squeal into your pillow. 

Running into him had been the last thing you expected last night. You had been planning on grabbing drinks with your friend Anna and her new Navy boyfriend, only for them to cancel last minute. You had decided since you were already there that you would just grab a drink by yourself before going home. But then Paul had shown up out of nowhere. Again. You had been trying to escape when you caught sight of your ex-boyfriend across the bar. 

Truly, you don’t know what you were thinking, approaching him like you did. You hadn’t seen or spoken to him in months and even if you admittedly still harbored feelings for him, you had no right asking him for a favor now. But you had. And he went along with it willingly. Maybe even enthusiastically. 

And then he had asked, insisted, on buying you a drink. And one turned into two, and he was staring at you in a way that was so, so reminiscent of how he had looked at you back when you were dating. And after you had confessed that there hadn’t been anyone since him, he was kissing you. Not because you asked him to in a desperate attempt to trick an overly eager coworker, but because he wanted to. 

“Then why aren’t we still together, Bug?” 

You had wondered that often in the last seven months. Timing hadn’t been on your side back then, and despite how strongly you felt toward one another, neither of you had fought for it. It was a choice you had regretted since you made it.

The truth was, no one had ever made you feel the way Bradley Bradhaw did. You had resigned yourself to him being the one that got away, your “would’ve, should’ve, could’ve.” Even when he had wrapped his arm around you and led you out of the Hard Deck the previous night, following you home and then staying and talking with you for hours like no time at all had passed, you had wondered if it was too good to be true.

But then he had said that he didn’t want it to just be a one time thing, and you swore, your heart soared. You knew the two of you still had a lot to talk about, but for the first time in a while, you were feeling hopeful and excited. Even if the circumstances of the night didn’t start off the best.

Your smile slipped as Paul’s face flashed in your mind. 

Last night hadn’t been the first time he had randomly popped up in your space outside of work. You could convince yourself that the first few times at the grocery store had been nothing, since you often went to the one closest to the office during the week. And then the happy hours you could excuse as maybe he found out about it through other coworkers. But then two weekends ago, you had run into him outside of the gym where you did cycling and hot yoga. He had claimed he was looking into a membership, but where you went was an all women’s facility, and Paul was…not the gym type. Still, you had forced a smile and pretended to get a phone call and walked away before he could say much else, forcing yourself to brush it off as another weird coincidence. 

The Hard Deck, though..that was harder to explain. You lived nearly 30 minutes from the bar, and your office was 15 minutes in the opposite direction. There was no reason for him to be there, whatsoever. 

You shook your head to rid yourself of the thoughts before you could go further down the rabbit hole. You reasoned that if it wasn’t for Paul appearing, you don’t know that if you would have ever run into Bradley again. You could leave it at that for now. 

Scrambling around in your sheets for your phone, your texts were still pulled up when you unlocked the device. You had messaged back and forth for a few minutes after Bradley had let you know he got home, his last reply wishing you sweet dreams. And oh, they certainly had been. He was the star in all of them. 

You bit your lip as you typed out a quick text to him, a simple Good morning 😊 before you climbed out of bed to go take a shower. He hadn’t responded by the time you were done or by the time you had made it through getting ready, but it was barely 9:00 on a weekend, and the two of you had been up quite late anyway, so maybe he was still sleeping. You refused to entertain the thought of him changing his mind; Bradley was a lot of things, but a liar wasn’t one of them. 

You had just walked into your small kitchen to make something quick for breakfast when your doorbell rang. Your eyebrows furrowed together and the briefest hint of fear ran through you just as fast as it left. You weren’t expecting anyone today, especially this early. Your curtains were still pulled shut so no one could see inside, and figuring it was just a salesman of some sort doing old school door to door, you ignored it and went back to grabbing a piece of bread for toast. 

The doorbell rang again, followed by a quick knock, and you sighed in defeat. You kept your footsteps light as you made your way to the door and looked out the peephole. When you saw who was on the other side, you gasped and fumbled for the lock, throwing the door open.

“Bradley,” you breathed, “hi.” 

“Morning, Bug.” 

He was standing on your porch, all tall and handsome with two cups of coffee in hand. The way he was smiling at you made your heart skip a beat and the sound of the name only he called you had it beating faster all at the same time. You just stared at one another for a minute, not saying a word, before he raised an eyebrow.

“Can I come in?” 

“Oh!” you exclaimed. “Yes, of course. Come in.” 

You felt the heat rising to your cheeks as you moved to the side. He laughed softly as he stepped through the doorway. He handed you one of the cups after you closed the door behind him. 

“What are you doing here so early?” you asked. 

“Well, I was up really early this morning. And I know that you used to go to the farmer’s market across town on Saturday. We mentioned maybe seeing each other today, so I figured I would grab us coffee and then maybe go with you, if you’re going? Do you still go? I’m sorry, maybe I should have asked fir-”

You cut off his rambling by stepping into his personal space and wrapping your free hand around the back of his neck, pulling his face down to yours. You pressed your lips to his as sparks shot through you. 

He remembered. 

“I still go,” you told him. “And I’d love for you to go with me.” 

There was the faintest pink tint to his cheeks that made you want to squeal, knowing it was you who put it there. In an effort to contain it, you took a sip of the coffee he had brought you. It tasted exactly like what you always ordered, and truly, you didn’t know how you were going to avoid spontaneously combusting at how happy you were right now that he was here and seemed to remember everything.  

“Breakfast?” you asked. You winced at how high pitched your voice was and hoped he hadn’t noticed. “I was about to make toast.” 

“I’m starving,” he admitted, “but I was thinking we could grab something while we were there? Do they still have that bakery stand?” 

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Much to his chagrin, you beat Bradley at handing your card over to pay for the breakfast sandwiches and croissants. You smirked proudly at him as you took a bite. After you were done eating, you strolled around the large outdoor farmers market where different vendors spread out throughout the open space. It was crowded this morning so you shuffled closer together to avoid running into anyone. Halfway through, he had wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you directly into his side instead. You continued with your conversation without skipping a beat. He hadn’t stopped touching you since - a hand on the small of your back when you were sorting through apples, lacing his pinkie with yours when the aisles for the fresh bread stall were too slim for him to walk beside you. 

It was the best Saturday morning that you could remember. 

“I could go for another coffee,” Bradley said as you tried to decide if you wanted both green and red peppers. “Do you want one?” 

“I’ll take one,” you confirmed with a smile. 

He kissed your forehead before he walked away, promising to be back quickly. You watched his back until he’s out of sight and let out a long, happy sigh. You knew you still needed to have a serious conversation with him, but you couldn’t help but think about how you could get used to spending every Saturday morning like this.

Just like you had told him, you selected the peppers you wanted (green, red, and yellow) and then made your way over to the next produce section you were looking for. You were consulting one of the recipes you were planning on making that week when you felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. You furrowed your eyebrows and turned to look over your shoulder. There was an older couple at the table next to you, and a young mother with her son not too far behind you, but they were all focusing on themselves. You glanced around, but didn’t see anything out of the ordinary. You tried to focus back on the food in front of you, but the prickling sensation in your brain stayed firmly present; you felt like someone was watching you, but you were sure it was just your mind playing tricks on you. Still, that uneasy feeling in your stomach continued to grow. 

You quickly grabbed the last of what you were after and made your way to the pay area, forcing a smile on your face for the older lady running it. Once she handed you your receipt, you stepped out of the tent the stall was under and scanned the area, trying again to see if you could find the source of this nagging feeling. 

You took a deep breath to try and center yourself. Goosebumps erupted over your skin and your nose scrunched up when you caught the faintest hint of what smelled like cheap locker room cologne that you swore you had smelled before. You looked to your right where you thought it was coming from, but it was still so crowded with people and no one met your eye or stood out. You bit the inside of your cheek, wondering if maybe you had just listened to one too many true crime podcasts this week and were just being paranoid. 

You jumped when you felt a brush against your arm, whipping your head around.

“Bradley,” you breathed, putting a hand over your heart, feeling it pound against your palm. You had been so distracted that you hadn’t seen him approaching, but the man in question was right there at your side, close enough to touch.

“Sorry,” Bradley apologized, “I didn’t mean to scare you.” 

“It’s okay,” you assured, even as your pulse continued to race. You took a deep breath, this time catching the scent of something that was purely Bradley, and you couldn’t resist breathing in again as you felt the tension you had been feeling leave your body. 

The man in question was giving you a concerned look, forehead crinkled in worry. Before he could question anything, though, you caught sight of a colorful bouquet of flowers tucked under his arm. 

“Oh,” you said softly, “are those for me?” 

Seeing where your eyes were, Bradley’s face morphed into something more gentle, a smile tugging at his lips. 

He handed you a coffee first, freeing up a hand to grab the assortment wrapped in cellophane to hold out to you as well. You bit your lip as you took them, feeling that same giddiness from earlier come back in spades. He took your canvas bag full of purchases as you brought the bouquet up to your nose, delighting in the floral hitting your senses. 

“They’re beautiful,” you told him, “thank you.” 

“You’re welcome, Bug. Wanna keep looking around?” 

He held out his arm and you looped yours through it easily. You let your head rest against his bicep for a moment as the two of you started weaving your way through the crowd. It didn’t take long to get lost in his presence again and completely forget about the uneasiness that had momentarily distracted you. 

It had been cloudy all morning, though the forecast hadn’t called for any rain. So when the sky completely opened up right after you threw away your empty coffee cups about fifteen minutes later, a sound of surprise escaped your lips. Bradley cursed under his breath as people immediately began taking shelter where they could under vendor tents and awnings.

“Are you ready to go?” he asked, raising his voice to be heard over the rain. When you nodded, he gripped your hand tightly and the two of you made a mad dash toward the parking lot. You nearly slipped several times, but Bradley always steadied you, never letting you fall. By the time you made it to the Bronco, you were drenched. 

He opened the passenger side door, the grocery bags and flowers finding a home on the floorboards before he held out a hand to help you in, but you were too distracted to notice. His hair was plastered to his forehead and raindrops were caught in his mustache. Even standing soaking wet in the rain, huffing from the impromptu jog, this man was breathtaking. You couldn’t help the giddy laughter that bubbled out of you. You took his offered hand, but instead of letting him boost you into the seat, you tugged him closer, reaching up to thread your fingers through his sopping hair. 

“Bug, what-” 

You kissed him before he could finish.

Bradley didn’t hesitate to return it. His large hands cupped your wet cheeks without missing a beat, his mouth opening against yours. He tasted like coffee and raindrops and something simply just him that was more addicting than anything else could be. 

The rain poured down on you the entire time you stood there at the open car door. It wasn’t until a loud crack of thunder came from the sky that you pulled away. You were both breathing heavily, but his smile was just as wide as what you knew yours was. 

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When Bradley finally pulled into the driveway of your little rental house, you could have groaned in relief. You had checked the weather app on the drive back, and unexpected thunderstorms were on the radar for the rest of the day. You were looking forward to taking these wet clothes off and maybe jumping in a hot shower to rid yourself of the chill that had soaked into your bones. 

“I can throw your clothes in the dryer when we get inside. I might have a pair of sweatpants laying around that will fit you, but I’m not certain. We can figure something out.” 

You unbuckled your seatbelt and bent at the waist to gather the bags at your feet, but when Bradley didn’t say anything, you turned to look at him. He hadn’t moved to turn the engine off or get out. You swallowed thickly, straightening back up. 

“Were you…not planning on coming in?” you asked slowly. 

The look on his face was sheepish. “I didn’t want to assume that I could.” 

Your heart thudded a little faster at the consideration and control he was giving you. It came back to you, then, how you and Bradley still had so much to discuss and figure out. Between last night and this morning and how natural it felt being around him, it was so easy to forget that you weren’t together, that you hadn’t been in several months. The hesitation he was suddenly showing made you think that perhaps he was thinking the exact same thing. 

“‘I’d love for you to come inside, B,” you told him softly, “I think…we have a lot to talk about. So I want you to come inside. But only if you do, too?” 

A beat passed as the two of you stared at each other, and you were sure his mind was moving as quickly as yours. But after a moment, a smile crept on his handsome face, the faded scars tugging with the motion. He unbuckled himself and stretched to reach into the backseat to retrieve a Navy emblazoned backpack. His cheeks tinted pink when he saw your raised eyebrows. 

“Spare gym clothes,” he explained sheepishly.

He reached over and squeezed your hand before he pulled the keys from the ignition and then grabbed the door handle, looking at you expectantly. “Ready to make a run for it?” 

You took turns using your shower, Bradley insisting that you go first. You kissed his cheek once you were done and he passed you on the way into the bathroom. You settled on the couch and took the few minutes that he was in the shower to think over what it was you wanted to say to him. You wondered if it was a conversation you should have now, or if you could stretch the day out more before risking bursting the bubble you had been in with each other for the last 18 hours. You were confident that you both wanted to make things work, but you also knew that you wouldn’t be able to handle things starting up just to end up the same as they did last time. You felt like things were different now, more hopeful and sure, and you were pretty sure he did, too. 

God, you really hoped he did. 

You chewed the skin on the side of your thumb as the anticipation built. You were so caught up in your own head that you didn’t realize how much time had passed. Seeing Bradley walk out of your bedroom in a plain black tee and gray joggers had your pulse racing and your mind whirling even more. He made his way to you with that kind, soft smile on his face that made you dizzy. 

“Do you want to watch-” 

“I wish we would have tried harder,” you blurted out. 

You slapped a hand over your mouth when you realized what you had said. Bradley froze in his tracks a few feet away. You watched as surprise flickered over his features before he shook himself out of it. He took a silent but deep breath and settled himself on the edge of the coffee table directly in front of you. His bulky frame was so close that your knees touched. 

“I think-I-” Bradley cut himself off with a shake of his head and another deep breath.  You could tell he was trying to gather his thoughts, so even though you were buzzing with nervous energy now that you had just spewed those words out without warning, you gave him all the time he needed. 

“Yes,” he finally said, “I do too.” 

“Why didn’t we?” you brought yourself to ask. You snapped the hair tie on your wrist, the first time you had done it all day. Bradley reached out and laid a hand over yours before you could do it again. 

“I think it’s true that the timing sucked because of how busy we both got right there at the beginning. And I think we both took the easy way out instead of pushing through it and potentially getting hurt. Looking back, that really backfired. We may not have hurt each other, but we hurt ourselves.” 

You nodded slowly. His reasoning made sense, even if it stung. You smiled ruefully. “We’re idiots.” 

He huffed out a laugh and laced your fingers together. “Yes. We are.” 

You chewed the inside of your cheek as you considered your next words carefully. You were so nervous to say them, because you were scared that neither of you would have a good answer. “What makes this time any different?” 

Bradley’s brown eyes had been staring at your joined hands, but they snapped up to yours at the question. With a sigh, he shifted off the coffee table and sat beside you on the couch in one smooth movement. He tugged on the hand he was still holding. “Come here, Bug.”

At his urging, you maneuvered yourself so you were in his lap, your knees setting into the cushions on either side of him. Your hands rested on his strong shoulders as he wrapped his arms around you completely, pulling you even closer, but still with enough distance to be able to look directly into your eyes. 

“I don’t know for sure that this time will work.” 

Your whole body tensed, but Bradley kept his arms locked around you and started speaking again before you could try and bolt. 

“But I also know what it’s felt like to not have you in my life for the last seven months. I never thought I’d get a second chance with you, and I had accepted that I’d always think of you with a little bit of regret and a lot of what ifs. But then last night happened, and then this morning…I meant it when I said I wanted more than just a night. I know we should take more time and that maybe this is moving too fast, and who knows what will happen in the future, but I want to try to make things work this time. I don’t want to give up on us again. I just…I want another chance with you, Bug.” 

Bradley’s eyes were so earnest as they stared into yours. His face was completely open, showing every ounce of honesty and vulnerability. His words were steady and passionate and god, you believed him. 

“I want that too,” you breathed.

“Yeah?”

“Yes,” you nodded rapidly. You were feeling overwhelmed in the best way possible, like your heart was about to explode. 

You wanted him, and he wanted you, and you would try this time. 

He leaned in, brushing his nose against yours and whispering, “If I were a smarter man, I never would have let you go to begin with.”

You crashed your lips to his with a whimper. Bradley didn’t hold back, taking all that you gave him and giving you even more in return. It was a clash of tongue and teeth and he swallowed all the sounds you made. You only pulled away when breathing became an issue, but he didn’t stray. As you gasped for breath, he kissed down your neck. You tilted your head to make it easier on him, delighting in how his mouth felt against your skin. 

His hands settled on your behind, squeezing the flesh through the spandex of your leggings. The arch of your back caused your core to thrust down into his hardening length from your spot on his lap. You couldn’t help but moan his name and tug on his hair. 

“Bradley.” His lips released your skin with a pop and you guided his swollen lips back to your own. “I need you.” 

“You have me, baby.” 

“Take me to bed,” you pleaded breathlessly, lacing your fingers together behind his neck as you kissed him, “please, B.” 

He stood from the couch with you still in his arms. Your bedroom was right off the small living room and he barely pulled his mouth from yours as he navigated the both of you there. 

You may not have fought as hard as you should have the first time, but you’d be damned if you made that mistake twice. 

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