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freshlyrage · 2 months ago

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Running Like Water

Chapter 32

pairing: Javier Peña x OFC (written as xReader)

fic warnings: NSFW Explicit Smut (18+ MDNI) language, strained family relationships, mentions of drug abuse, discussions of insecurities and body image issues, daddy and mommy issues

fic tags: Best friends younger sister, Life-long crush, Friends to lovers, Unrequited love, slow burn, Push and Pull, Small Town Dynamics, Secret Relationships, latina MC, Fluff and Angst, OFC!Jessica Alba face claim, sorry Lorraine I'm bringing you into this, Time jumps, 2 year age gap, pre-canon

word count: 6k

A/N: I fear its safe to say I don't do well with change. I moved back to school and couldn't find my groove. Who knew I just needed a little ovulation and commute to work time to bang this one out. Chapter 33 will be arriving shortly.

Well Javier was on the floor. Without a complaint. The two of you didn’t stay too long at the fair considering each ride had a wait time of forty five minutes. In the car you decided to keep your hotel but still be open to staying over, when it was appropriate. So now you’re on his bed, back in one of his shirts. Surrounded by him. Criss crossed while he’s sat up on the floor.

“You could come up here.” You offer, removing your rings and placing it on his nightstand. Already claiming his space as your own, too natural for you. The offer has him quirking a brow. It was a test, you know he shouldn’t. Shaking his head.

“I shouldn’t.” He settles into the mattress, pulling the blankets to his shoulders. “We could talk like this.” Grunting from adjusting his newly relaxed body. You move forward on your stomach so that he could see you. Resting your head on your arms. You smile feeling like two kids at a sleepover, whispering and peering over the bed to see if the other fell asleep yet.

“Good you passed that one. Let's continue shall we?”

The game of 21 questions was more like two hundred questions and it continued all the way into the house.

Did you date?

I thought you asked me not to tell you about all of that.

I said I don't want to hear about Camila or Daniela or whoever.

You remember their names?

Yes, I couldn’t sleep and thought about a Camila under you. He flexes his jaw at that.

I went on two dates, which were set up by my partner Steve Murphy and his wife. They ended with goodbyes after dinner. Never spoke to them again.

I went on some dates too.

I don’t want to hear about that. You pinch him on the elbow and he shrugs. We’re different about that stuff, I hate to hear it. You nod and get the urge to apologize but fight it.

Now in bed he clears his throat, “Alright. Tell me what your apartment looks like?”

You smile, “It’s a steal for the area. I actually have a bedroom for the price of a studio. My rooms a bit more eclectic than my one here. My bedding is white but my room walls are a burgundy color. There’s no closet so I have a clothing rack. None of my living room furniture is new… it’s all second hand from stoop sales or whatever. My birds shit without batting an eye so I opted not to be dumb about that. What did yours look like?”

His eyes are closed for a moment like he’s trying to imagine it. “Hmmm.. it was dim in there, always. The kitchen and living room were open, a few steps to lead you to the living room. I had a leather couch and a desk. My television was pretty nice. Nothing was really– mine. I tried not to make it feel lived in because I didn’t want to get attached to that place–that world.” There’s a face that you’ve never really seen from him until you’ve been here. It’s one nearly blank but you know the way his face moves, there's a small crease in his brows and he clenches his jaw. Like talking about Colombia pained him and he has to conceal it. Almost like a child admitting to their faults after a spanking. Quiet, embarrassed, unsure, and on the verge of breakdown. “You would have hated it there.”

Probably. You just nod the best you can while laying down. Waiting for his question.

“Um…” He closes one eye, like it’ll help him think. He opts to go silent for a moment like he conjured a question but was waging his options.

Should I? Is this a line I shouldn’t cross? Is the wound still open? “Have you heard from your father?”

You frown for a second. Off put and taken off guard. Remembering the day, remember the rolling grass, low hanging branches and the cold demeanor from the one person she needed warmth from. Hearing urgent and violent words like I love you. Promising to take care of you.

“No. I never went back there. He never called me even though I’m sure my grandmother told him I moved to Louisiana. I stopped needing him after I got to know him.” You rarely thought of him, just the concept of being without a parent. Then you became an educator and realized that anyone you call family is your own. Your students taught you that, so did Javier years earlier but you suppose maybe you weren’t ready to accept it yet.

Javier hums to himself, staring at the ceiling. Contemplating if he should really share the way he had felt. Afraid it would break some rule in this delicate game you’ve got going. Wondering if you’ll furrow your brow and turn you back to sleep or internalize what’s climbing up, up, up his throat.

“If this is… against your rules you don’t have to say anything or we could move on…”

“Okay.”

Again he can’t look at you. How is it that you reduce him to a shy young boy?

“There’s nothing more that I want in life than to be the father of your kids.” There he goes leaping over the bounds to which he’s left in, but he can’t help it. It’s all he thinks about, all he thought about three years ago and it plagued him every time you spoke of your own father. He doesn’t see you but he can feel your eyes closed, silent, internalizing it all. After all, you'd never turn your back on him. “No one will ever know you like me. Love you, sure, but not as much as me. You’re too easy to love. But I know that you could show me what a mother looks like and I could show you what a father looks like. Our kids will never be in pain the way we were. Sorry if this makes you uncomfortable or-or confused. It’s all I thought about when I was away. And I’m so sorry for ever making you think I didn’t want you in that way.” Because he should have known that it was a deep point of insecurity for you, a deep well created by your parents. Urge to be loved, to create something and love it in a much fiercer and kinder way than your parents did you. Lorraine being able to have all that you wanted came like slice to the stomach.

Sniffling, you rub your face into the crook of your arm. Hiding from Javier. He looks this time and he doesn’t try to hold your hand like you’re itching for.

“Thank you… I—.” You wipe your face. Not willing to open the can of worms this could conjure if you just told him straight up that you’d be willing to start now. Fuck the trial, fuck trying to learn each other again, let’s start a family. Be irrational but be happy. You decide to keep it together. You thank him and he knows it’s genuine, you see it in his eyes. He understands your reluctance. “I found that I don’t have the need for many people in my life-“

“I need you.” He says before you. Like he did when he said he loved you. Throat bobbing, he pulls his sheets over him. “I’ll wait for you, until you need me again.”

“Can never get enough of each other huh.” Chucho chuckles while washing his hands in the sink. Boots clean and squeaking against the floor. It was a part of his routine, cleaned his boots every night even if he worked the next morning.

Last night you fell asleep with your face buried into the crook of your arm. Hand dangling off the mattress, grazing Javier’s neck. Need to touch, woke up with a sore arm. Bleary eyed you notice there’s no-body by the bed. Silent but the sound of running water.

That’s how you found Chucho, ready for the day at 8 am. Embarrassingly you pad into the kitchen in Javier’s shirt and boxers.

You shrug, he hands you a cup of coffee. Nodding a thank you, “We have established clear boundaries. We are just spending quality time. We have a lot to make up for.” You say it with a bit of a half awake half still dreaming slur that has Javier’s father beaming.

“Well if that’s what you’re calling it nowadays, so be it. I won’t be back until four pm.” He places his cup down and starts walking away. Your jaw drops and you nearly run after him. But you know he’s fucking with you, his shoulders bounce.

“It’s not like that!” You call and he waves a hand at you over his shoulder and steps straight out of his own home. Screen door slamming with a brisk breeze.

You hear a sneeze, “What’s not like that?” Your head snaps and eyes lock with Javier’s. Freshly showered, hair so wet it droops on his forehead. He looks younger this way. Grey shirt loose with jeans to match. Socked feet, he looks like he doesn’t want you to go anywhere. At least seeing him like this makes you want to find a nest for yourself in his bed. You can’t help but smile at him.

He’s skeptical of your cheery mood. Brows furrowing, nostrils flared but a hint of a smile. He’s cautious, like he knows you’re up to something. You aren’t, at all. You’re just giddy and it’s only been two days and you feel your boundaries loosening. Just wanting to find that place you yearn for. Just run to him now, kiss him, tell him to put a baby in you. Grab, pull, lick, love, whatever came with it. You decide to control yourself a bit.

Your eyes drop to his hands, he’s holding three VHS tapes. Your brows furrow just the same, wondering what movie he wanted to see with you. It wasn’t a thing the two of you ever did. Your time spent was short and only for conversations and kisses. And pot, back before everything. You had to stop smoking after getting your teaching gig.

You want to say something bratty like, assuming I’m staying for some home videos? But you can’t even do that, lord when did you become such a softie? “Big plans?” Is all you can manage to croak.

He shrugs, “Are you staying?” He says it without shame, you know it must take a lot for a man to nearly beg. You know he means please stay.

You look at him once more and down at your boxer clad legs. Shrugging. “I suppose”

Eric Fredricks' family owned a Haitian restaurant off main street. It was a small take out spot that had been bustling with business since 1961. Eric was your classmate. A friend of everyone, known for his large digital camera he carried around school. The loud, goofy kid shoved his damn camera in everyone’s faces. Annoyed or not, he would always say, “When you fuckers are forty you’re really going to appreciate these recordings!”

Well, each year he cut, edited and burned these tapes as his own NR rated yearbook videos. Selling them around school and you bought one each year. He was chill with the price for you just because you always perked up in front of his camera. Ready to gleam and answer whatever stupid questions he had like;

“Andrea, how does it feel to be the worst lacrosse player in Laredo history?”

“Or Andrea, what are your thoughts on today’s LHS Chilli special? “

You always answered with the same slapstick humor he had. You thought you lost these tapes years ago. Javier seemed to remind you that you left them at his house, might’ve been when Javier was in Houston.

He was right, your mother’s VHS player stopped working in 1982. You remember popping these tapes in and watching them during your winter break from Miami. Chucho snoring on the lazy boy, saved him from watching the closest thing he had to a daughter do a keg stand with her skirt flipped up towards her chest.

“I’ve never seen these.” Javier grunts when he straightens back up and walks to sit next to you on the brown couch. A couch with the tendency to swallow you whole. You remember Javier on his knees before you, pillow covering your spread legs while he unlaced your boots.

“Well you left so…” You grab the control and snicker, pressing play.

“Hah. Hand me that.” he gestures to the pack of cigarettes on the side table. You shake your head no and settle into the seat. “Cmon.”

“No. No smoking in the house.” You snap at the tv, “Watch.”

It’s Eric’s face, he’s sitting in his bedroom. “Hello. I’m Eric Fredricks. I’m fifteen and my passion is digital media. The yearbook club is full of hacks and strokes, so I’m going to make my own. The date is September 21st 1979. Ok bye!” the film glitches and the camera makes its way down the hall. Faces of people who you haven’t seen in years. Hairstyles forgotten, thank god. Winks at the camera, sly comments from Eric behind it. He asks questions in his interview segment that would never make it to the school's video yearbook.

“What does Eric do now?” Javier asks. It’s easy to forget that he missed so many crucial moments. He missed the infamous lunch box incident in 81', Laredos first soccer championship, the halloween rager that led to the assembly—all of that. You wonder if that’s normal, for the development of a person. To be plucked out of childhood and forced to be an adult while everyone else got to worry about if their drivers test aligned with their basketball practice schedule. Burdened with the responsibility of a person's livelihood is no place for a seventeen year old.

You bring your knees to your chest, finding the most comfort when you're guided and held. “Last I heard he was doing media production for Saturday Night Live. Like in New York City.”

He feels it too, you see the way his brows quirk. How he almost frowns. “That’s crazy—how different things went for everyone else.” You knew at that moment that the tape would be mere background noise.

“You— you know you made a name for yourself too.”

Hm.

You weren’t sure if that’s what you wished to say. He doesn’t get upset with you for it. He chooses to let it slide and for that you’re grateful because you hadn’t had a clue about what to say to him.

“Yeah.” He chuckles but doesn’t seem to be that amused. He pinches the bridge of his nose, leaning his head against the back of the couch. There’s not much to be said anymore. Lorraine changed the fabric of his being, so did the DEA. And maybe you too. His hand splayed on his knee, knuckles red from repeated trauma to the area. You opted to abandon the topic in general. Seeing his stomach tighten up under the thin fabric of his t-shirt when the choice was your hand on his. Small, soft, against his.

The two of you relish in the harmless intimacy, you give each other this. Tiny touches could be enough.

The two of you watch the bootlegged documentary in mostly silence. Rotating who strokes the other with their thumbs. You think about turning your cheek, kissing him. Pressing close and making out for a bit. A casual make out, breathy and gripping. You decide against it. This would be so easy if it was anyone else but him.

It’s not because you feel like you can’t control yourself—it’s not like a make out with Javier Peña would have your panties at your ankles. You could control yourself more than that. What it is—is that you’ll take advantage of those little liberties. Sneaking kisses at any time and when you go back home, you’ll be lost without it.

Maybe you’re doomed anyway, because if this doesn’t work out you don't know what you’ll do knowing you can’t just hold his hand.

Your brother comes out on halloween with a fang induced lisp drunkenly reciting the alphabet backwards at a party while Eric cackles behind the camera. It makes you laugh so hard you cry, missing being young. Missing your brother.

Lorraine pops up. High ponytail with red cheeks from gym class. Hands on her hips, it’s wrong for such an evil person to be so beautiful. You look at Javier and there’s a frown on his face.

He wonders why she was so bad to him, what he did to deserve to be plagued by her. He regrets knowing her, it’s hard for him to watch her smile.

Then you show up and Javier’s eyebrows raise. “I remember that day.” He mutters. There you are, looking the same just with that baby fat at the apple of your cheeks. Your hair was the closest to its natural brown, your pants were severely high waisted and your shirt a lacy shawl like thing. You’re at a locker taping a flier about lacrosse tryouts when the camera rushes you.

“Andrea Diaz! How does it feel to be Laredos worst lacrosse player?” Javier snorts next to you, squeezing your hand. That’s what he would do, come up to you and ask the dumbest, rudest questions. There, a fifteen year old Andrea rolls her eyes and rolls her thumb to secure the tape.

Crossing her arms, “I’ll answer your dumb questions if you’re nicer about it.” You cringe at the sound of your own voice, sounding awfully juvenile. Javier’s entire demeanor goes soft. All it took was the sound of you—back then, for him to forget the panic in his gut when watching Lorraine in her prime.

“Alright sure-sure- Andrea Diaz how does it feel to be the sexiest girl in all of Laredo?” Eric had quite the country accent, it made every line delivered feel like that of a typecasted movie star.

Quirking a brow, “I wouldn’t know. I could ask your mother.”

“All right that’s enough! You’re impossible to please ,woman!” Eric yells from behind the camera and it fades in little blocks to you getting set up for a keg stand.

You’re in a skirt and a flowing yellow top. Stumbling a bit, Daniel holds your shoulder to keep you upright. You try not to think too hard about the images you’ve left in people’s minds while you were drunk. Javier is getting more and more tense each passing moment. His hold on your hand becomes just a hold and no longer a soothing stroke.

You’re cringing at yourself, flipping your hair and chanting that you could do it while Daniel holds your waist. Hands trailing over your stomach, you almost forget that before Javier you had your fair share of hookups, him your most consistent.

The date on the corner March 1st 1980.

Drunkenly you lean forward and another one of your peers holds your other leg while another shoves a tap in your mouth. The entire party off screen and on, start chanting your name with whoops. That’s when your skirt flips and exposes the plain blue panties.

You cover your eyes.

“I don’t like this.” Is all that Javier can say, on the screen no one covers you until a random classmate of yours, Jenna? Or was it Jessa? Runs to your aid and calls all the men pigs before holding your skirt in its place. You’re dropped down and again you stumble backward into the arms of your pseudo boyfriend.

And then you yak all over the floor.

“Jesus christ I forgot about that.” You rub your eyes afraid to look over at Javier.

“Did—anything-“

“No. Well I think we went to someone’s room and made out. Then I walked home.”

His head nearly falls off his shoulders. “He let you walk home like that?” Javi grits, letting go of your hand.

You shrug, “Dunno, high school shit.”

“Why didn’t you call me?”

Your brows furrow, he’s being ridiculous but you know he can’t help it. He wanted—wants, nothing more than to take care of those he loves. You watch the video back, seeing your young eyes and wish to take care of her too. You can’t even imagine him. He only lets you know the surface level of his concern for you. You know it’s more than wishing you had called him.

You had before, panicked and blushing using the party home phone.

You decide calling him ridiculous would be in bad faith. You just lean your head on his shoulder. Moving your hand from his and holding his bicep instead. He looks at you out of the corner of his eye. Face softening along with his tense shoulders. “I don’t know. I was sixteen and stupid. And drunk.” Your cheek feels too good there.

He’s studying you. You wished you could read him in these moments. When he’s so in his head, he’s taking you in completely. “Can you? Now I mean.”

Your lips quirk and the apples or your cheeks redden. Pulling your brows because sometimes he’s too sweet it gives you a toothache. “I live in New York, Javi.”

“I know.” He’s close enough to kiss. “But I want you to call me anyway. If you ever feel unsafe or unsure—i know how twisted a human can be—i’ve seen-“

There it is. He’s cut off by a kiss on his shoulder.

“I will.” It’s a featherlight whisper and he does that thing again. That look, this time with a bit of restraint. The two of you focus on the screen again.

Twenty minutes into the forty-six minute video the two of you revert back to telling stories about the students on the screen and laughing at how high school, your high school experience really was.

“This is great, hottest couple in the school right in front of me.” Eric laughs, camera pointed at the ground then quickly shot up. Blurring than focusing on Javier at his locker. He looked so young, red cap on his head with a Righteous Brothers t-shirt. The image of him as a seventeen year old in your head had been fading for a few years, but now you’re watching him living, breathing and moving as himself. Smiling once he sees Eric approaching him.

“What the fuck was I wearing?”

You laugh, your cheek pressed to his shoulder. “Don’t know but I was obsessed with you anyway.”

He makes one of those grunts where you can’t tell if he’s annoyed with himself or with you. You nudge his shoulder with your chin. “What?”

“Makes me feel like such an asshole.”

All you could do was sigh. You know he’d give it all to do it over again. You look at Lorraine and there seems to be love there. It never fails to make your blood boil. You know that loving Javier can make you feel sick, crazy or desperate. But you suppose her love was selfish. For a while you felt like your own love was selfish, not caring for the consequences. But you suppose it was just a natural progression. Miles away from scheming to keep him forever, by ways of manipulation. The look in his eye isn’t the same since you left him.

A young Javier takes Lorraine’s jaw in his hand and kisses her cheek. She rolls her eyes. “He’s obsessed with me.” She smiles and he mumbles a yeah. Your cheeks heat in a rage that’s so juvenile, you want to turn off the entire thing. Maybe this was a shitty idea. Watching your most insecure and turbulent years in front of you. You were obsessed with him, crying furious tears. Avoiding contact. While he was content with her. It’s a nerve that will always be left exposed.

He clears his throat.

“Were you?” You bite. Removing your head from his shoulder, he sinks at the loss. Leaning forward to get a full image of your face. His brows are pulled together in confusion until they soften when he notices this is nothing but you showing him you are still so into him.

He bites back a smirk and you want to smack it off of his face. “Was I what, querida?”

You swear you will-

“Obsessed with her.” Firm, no room for it to sound like a desperate question. This definitely breaks one of your rules. But fuck it, he’s flawed and so are you,

He shuts an eye and shakes his head no. “I liked her. She was pretty. She was my girlfriend…”

You frown, that title belonged to you.

There he is, an inch away from your face with such intensity. “But I would fuck her, and picture you. I imagined that you’d blush the whole time and would pretend like you couldn’t handle me just so I can fuck you harder. Would have to bury my head where she couldn’t hear because I’d come and say your name.” Your cheeks turn cherry red, just how he likes. Cunt pulsing, it betrays you. You’re so flustered and angry with him you want to lean forward and bite him. He doesn’t waiver, he leans much closer. You shudder, feeling crowded by his body. He has the strength to do what he’d like with you, you’re sure you’d put on a fight until you’re unable to lie anymore. You had been soaked the whole damn time. “What? Have I broken your rules?” He whispers, nose nudging your own lightly. You can’t help it, your mouth parts searching for his—

But he backs away and laughs at you. He laughs! Shaking his head like you’re some bastard child. Leaning back cooley and pressing play again. Lorraine’s voice ringing through the speakers.

Absolutely not.

You sit in silence. Staring at him while he’s glued to the image of him and his ex girlfriend. Your chin quivers, and you clench around nothing.

“G-give me the remote.” You blurt. Chest falling, bubbling with anger. He doesn’t look at you but smirks. He ignores you. Eyes welling with tears. “Javi.”

More silence. More her. You reach for his hand and he doesn’t look at you. He isn’t looking at you… so you pounce.

Jumping into his lap, clawing at him while he laughs and hurriedly finds different ways to keep you away from the remote. You’re seeping through your underwear and onto his boxers, your cunt rolling against his crotch unintentionally.

Your brows screw—“Just—Javi please turn it off.” He chuckles again and he’s all of this without focusing on the pain you’re in. Emotionally, sexually, whatever. You reach around him lifting your hips to get ahold of the controller but you lose again. Bouncing on his lap a bit. He grunts.

“Javi— Please- I’m not kidding.”

The tv shuts off with a wiring tone and his eyes finally land on your own. All the playfulness leaves when he realizes. And you feel like a heat sick kitten, rubbing on yourself this way. His brow raises, eyes falling to your tear stained cheek and down your grinding hips. You drop your face into his shoulder. At first he doesn’t touch you, he just watches you. Nose nudging your cheek. Wondering why after everything you’d give it up just to come quick like this.

“Hey… hey.” He whispers at the shell of your ear. “Fuck—Andrea—“

You can only whimper into the crook of his neck. Taking your feel for the girl in those tapes, for the girl who dreamt of him while he did the same. It drove you crazy, it made you violent and horny. “Baby…” His big hands span from your shoulder blades down to the small of your back and then splayed on your ass. Spreading you and rolling you harder. He grunts again. “Andrea… I can’t—we said we wouldn’t—I'm sorry for teasing you—cmon.” His hands move from your behind, come to your front, at your waist and lightly push you away from him.

He’s impossibly hard now, his tan cheeks have a bit more color now. He’s sweating. Feeling embarrassed, you freeze. Eyes dropped to his lap, cunt begging you to move again. You feel the length of him under you, mocking you. You shouldn’t. You know. You know he’s sorry for how rushed and stupid Christmas eve was. You’re still ticked off by it, but he’s doing so good for you.

“I’m sorry… we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” Is all you can muster out.

“You know I want to.” He rushes, leaning forward so he can hold your face, it just makes him shift against you again. Your brows furrow at the release.

“Okay…” A drop of sweat builds at the nape of your neck, the both of you are so turned on you’ll fuck each other if you keep this up. “Can we…can I…” You swear if he brings up your rules again you’ll crawl in a hole and die of embarrassment.

He juts his chin at you, egging you to complete your sentence.

You think you’ll die before you say it. Your face brightens real red and you shimmy out of his hold. You crawl off his lap and mutter to yourself. “Sorry, it’s stupid. I should just go.”

He catches your wrist and sits you back down next to him. “Tell me.”

“It’s stupid! And gross probably.”

“We aren’t children.”

You’ve been so open sexually until now. You felt twenty two again, never having orgasmed with another person, afraid to tell him what you wanted. He gave you it all.

“Can we— or can I touch myself?”

Javier’s eyes darken, “You want to touch yourself.”

God it’s like he’s trying to humiliate you.

“Yes.”

He clenches his jaw so tight. “Can I watch? Or do you want to go to my room alone?”

Idiot.

“Can we do it together? Now.” You can’t let the moment pass.

Well, he can’t either. His nostrils flare and he places his hand on his belt. Unbuckling so fast you can’t help but watch. You watch him unbuckle and unzip while you shimmy out of his boxers. His eyes glued to your movements. You feel filthy exposing yourself like this. He lifts his hips and pulls his jeans down a bit, the heft of his cock making a print through his underwear. You remember leaning down and pressing your lips along his bulge once. You’d like to do it again.

You circle your fingers along your clit over your panties. He palms himself.

“Tell me what to do.” You whisper.

“Oh.” He reaches into his boxers and pulls his length out. Your pussy clenches at the sight, a thatch of hair at the base and curved. You touched yourself to the thought of it. You pull your panties down and lift one leg up on the couch, spreading yourself open. “Give me your fingers.”

You furrow your brow but remove them. Bringing your hand to him. His free hand grasps your wrists and he takes no time, he puts the same two fingers in his mouth. You gasp, while he sucks, stroking his dick at the same time. Your fingers are impossibly wet when he stops. Your wrist is still in his hold. “Don’t put any fingers in until I tell you. Just play with your clit for a little.”

You nod, bringing your fingers back to it. Moving in tight circles. Javier’s fist is dry, working his way up and down his shaft— your lips gather with drool—you want to-

“Spit on it. If you want. Or I can.” He reads your mind. You take no time, moving to your knees, your knees knocked together giving you a tighter squeeze for your fingers. Feels even better. You lean into his lap, back arched like a kitten.

Javier groans at the sight. You desperately want to put your mouth on him—my rules, my rules. Spit drips from your mouth and onto the red head of his pretty cock. His hand comes to the back of your head and you moan, wishing he’d push down and force himself into your mouth. But he just strokes the back of your head instead. You lean back into the arm of the couch, you’re no longer side by side. Your whole body is barred for him, you bring your free hand under your shirt. Grabbing your breast and rolling your fingers over your nipples.

He uses your spit and moans audibly now. Grunting in his low baritone, you collect your slick and use it for slip. Your stomach tenses, “Put your finger in. Middle.” You nod and feel even more unsatisfied. “Fuck, I missed that pretty little face you make when something goes inside your cunt.”

“Javi…” You whine throwing your head back, fucking yourself with your small finger.

“I know—fuck.” Pre-cum gathers all over the tips of his fingers. You’ll ask to lick his hand clean when you’re done. “I know your cunt wants my cock again—I’m sorry I can’t.”

“It’s not enough.” Your knees knock together in protest.

“I know-I know. Add another baby. Ring.” You watch his stomach go taut so he slows down his strokes. Licking his lips at the sight of you adding another. “Mm. I miss you so much.” He shudders.

“I’m right here.”

“Please don’t leave me—fuck.” He whines, it’s so unlike him. You watch his tip surge through the tight hole he’s made for himself, he’s close but you’re closer. You can’t believe it’s him asking you this. “I want to follow your rules—show you I’m good—but please let me kiss you.”

The ridges of your fingers aren’t enough, you use your other hand to circle your clit without permission. He’s so caught in his emotions that he doesn’t seem to care that you touched yourself without his command.

He tells you what to do but truly he’s at your will. His eyes well with tears and his brows are pulled together. “Let me take care of you, I’ll do everything you say if you let me kiss you—“

“I can’t— I’m going to come!” Your back arches and it builds. You can’t see him now but you hear his pace, his fist slapping against his base. You writhe and shiver and it comes crashing down. You come hard, you mutter I’m sorry, over and over. And he groans at the sight, you can’t give him what he wants.

You can try and give him something else. You catch your breath and open your eyes. Your own come dripping to the inside of your thighs. He watches in pain, “Baby—” You whisper, fuck that’s against the rules probably. He nods, submissive suddenly. “Come here, come on my cunt.” You want to be marked, he’s yours.

“Andrea—“ still he’s fighting his need to follow your rules.

You nod, “It’s okay, come here.” He lets his length go at once, it twitches at the sudden abandonment. You lean forward and grab his arms, and he finally climbs over you. Reluctant, “Please Javi. Let me have what I want.” Were you power tripping? Yeah. But it was always him in control. You open your legs and he clenches his jaw. “Do you want me to finish it?”

He shakes his head no, you know he wants it. Still he tries to be good. You begin to touch yourself under him. He begins to jerk himself off inches away from your cunt. Your knuckles brush against each other and you're already climaxing again. He slaps faster, breathing heavily in the crook of your neck.

“Fuck—move your hand.” You do and he’s coming all over you. It shoots and covers the new growth of hair, it's warm against the bare part of you. Dripping and he instinctively slides his twitching, softening cock between your folds. The two of you gasp when just the tip of his cock prods your hole. Gasping at the way you pulse for him for that one second like muscle memory. “Sorry.” He mumbles, taking a hold of his still twitching and leaking length. He panics and tucks himself back into his boxers before he relaxes himself on you.

He’s catching his breath, you think he’s crying against your shoulder.

“It’s okay.”

You hold the back of his head, hoping to soothe him.

He had done this for you countless times. You find no issue doing it for him.

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btstulip · 4 months ago

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They are together and want to be seen

Possible delulu time here, but I can't get over how GCF Tokyo keeps coming up in the promotion for Are You Sure?! Once in an article and now in this video... out of the boys mouths themselves... while clips are being shown! GCF has probably gone under the radar for a lot of people, so bringing it up now and tying it to the travel show is.... interesting.

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Someone on Tumblr posted a fantastic breakdown of the BTS content levels and how the majority of people are not familiar with or consuming some of the less mainstream content. (I am bummed I couldn't find it, but if you know what I am talking about, share the link!) I'm going to go out on a limb here and say that I think there are a lot of BTS fans out there that haven't explored enough content to see the GCF videos. There are a lot of people oblivious to the special bond Jikook share with each other. That's why I think it's so interesting to bring up GCF Tokyo.

It's an obvious consequence that referencing GCF Tokyo will cause new people to watch it, people interested in the travel show. I was shocked the first time I watched GCF Tokyo and I am sure others will be too. You can read my post about that experience here. Even people that don't know BTS think that video is about a romantic couple. Now there will be new people watching GCF Tokyo looking at Are You Sure?! through that lens. (or maybe viewers won't even need that lens to make Jikook look like a couple... we shall see)

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I just can't help it... bringing up GCF Tokyo feels very loud to me. There is ZERO way they don't know how some people interpret GCF Tokyo. The only reason to bring that up is if they intentionally want to shine a light on that video AND link it to this new travel show. It feels to me that they are continuing navigate having plausible deniability to protect them from the hate while also wanting to been seen by the people willing to see and support their connection.

We see you boys and love you exactly as you are.

And a fun post from @stormblessed95 about GCF Tokyo just because:

#jikook #jikook glass closet #jikook GCF #jikook are you sure?!#jikook is real #jikook GCF Tokyo #own post #own theories #Youtube

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0oolookitsme · 10 months ago

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It's Buzzcut Season, Anyways!

Eeeeekk!!!! Hi Hi everyone!! I hope you are all doing well, here comes the first post of the year! <3

So.. It is my birthday today, and I'm very excited to tell you that I'm introducing to you, another one of my pairings! This a little excerpt from the fic (wip) I'm writing about this chaotic pairing, and I really do hope this gets you as excited about their story, as I am! This was supposed to be up in December but for some reason, I didn't post it?? Anyways, other than that, you shall see more, further on in 2024 :)

Also, shoutout to @cupid-styles and @elioslover for picking my ice hockey!Harry to be the one to get a buzzcut, hahah! My indecisive self (who lowkey wanted you guys to pick him), could've never 💗

All the love always, A.

Verse - NHL Player!Harry x Figure Skater!Y/n (uni era)

Word Count - It's just an excerpt so it's short!

Warnings - None that I can find but if there are any, do tell me and I'll edit them into this!

Y/n is reluctantly trimming Harry's hair when her nose feels funny, and she sneezes. Its good though, that Harry asks for her opinion regarding a change that he would rather appreciate.

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Y/n sat on her unmade bed, hair unbrushed and messy since she woke up from a 3-hour nap. Her fingers typed away on her laptop, her face showing zero signs of any stress regarding the assignment she's going to have to turn in un-edited.

Probably because of the breakdown she'd had before taking nap. She'd been so stressed that she had drawn blood from her lips and broken two of her nails -- which was rather disappointing to her considering she'd got them done not so long ago in the honour of the upcoming season of winter.

The temperature was still as hot as summer, but half of the world was snowed in, and she wanted the peace of mind that winter brought her; so, she deluded herself into thinking that it was indeed her favourite time of the year.

A silent burp made its way up her throat, as she drank the day-old diet coke she'd been drinking before her meltdown-that-leads-to-an-amazing-nap.

Just as she slurped on the last sip that wasn't anything but melted ice, she heard the door to the flat open and her eyes rose up just in time to catch the sight of a sweaty and out of breath Harry, through the open door of her room.

"Y/n?" He called for her, walking towards her room when she only hummed in response. He passed her an apologetic smile on reaching her doorframe, and she knew he was going to ask something of her that the both of them know she wouldn't be willing to do quite easily.

"I need your help," he grinned at her. "...And Immediately."

She looked at him suspiciously, before deciding to shift her focus back on her assignment, knowing that he would lure her in if she were to continue looking at him.

But Harry was at once kneeling beside the side of bed she was sitting on. With his hands joined, he contorted his face in a way that looked like he was about to cry. "I beg of you, please! If you don't help me right now, my life will be ruined forever!"

Y/n's eyes had fallen into untrusting slits by now as she minimized the document that she had been writing in. "What is it, Harry?" She asked him in a monotonous tone, shutting her laptop as if procrastinating the essay any longer would be a great help.

"Cut my hair."

Instantly her jaw dropped open. Shaking her head, she began reopening her laptop and Harry took a hold of her wrists. "Harry, there's no way!" She yelped as he began making her get off the bed.

"I'm not asking you to give me haircut like Zayn!" He exclaimed, as if that'd ease her. "Just trim it a bit," he shrugged, walking out into the small living-room with Y/n thrashing behind him. She even threw a few hands at him, but he had a feeling that she wasn't as opposed by the idea as she was pretending to.

He pulled out a chair in front of the mirror that, though they had been living in this flat for nearly two months, had yet to be pinned to the wall. "C'mon, you work at a salon -- surely you know how to trim a guy's hair," he teased her, knowing that questioning her abilities would get to her and she'd cut his hair better than any hairdresser ever could.

Looking at her reflection glaring at him through the mirror, he winked at her before bending down to unzip his bag. He pulled out an electric trimmer from inside it and handed it to her, pulling the towel from the coffee table that he had left there earlier in the morning.

Once done draping it over his shoulders, he handed her the trimmer and added a touch of his puppy-dog eyes even though he knew they simply don't work on her.

"Okay. If you end up bald, don't complain then," she grumbled before running her hand through his hair. "Is this sweat or did you wash your hair after practice?" Her face was already contorted in disgust, like she knew he surely couldn't have done the latter.

"Don't you worry, I washed it after practice," he assured her, looking at her as if she should appreciate him.

She turned on the trimmer and held his hair in sections by one of her hands. "Why didn't you go to a salon?" She asked him, trimming the hair on his sides with her mouth parted.

Harry shrugged and immediately retorted when Y/n shrieked, mumbling an apology. "The salon's too far. I don't have the time to get there; got a handful of assignments to turn in before midnight." He told her. "And I mean, saving some money never hurt anyone."

"You do realize that I've put doing my assignment on pause to do this silly shenanigan with you?" Her eyebrows rose up as she fired another question at him. She suppressed a smile when he passed a dimpled-lopsided grin to her. "God, I hate you," she said, and a smile slipped on her lips as she moved to the other side to trim the rest of his hair.

She had no reason to be doing a parttime job at a salon, it wasn't going to help her in the future in any way, but it did help her in the present with its money. The money she got by being apprenticed to a dance company went straight into the flat-bills and some other necessary purchases that she couldn't avoid.

But she wasn't complaining about it. Living among frat people was a nightmare for her. She did have fun with people but being a clean-freak and a morning person didn't match well with the frats. They did love her dearly, but when Harry came in asking if someone would be willing to be his flat mate, everyone had chanted for Y/n. And, when he asked Y/n at the rink, she had quite literally jumped at the opportunity and in the joy of the moment, hugged Harry with a tight grip that still had his heartbeat rise whenever he thought about it.

With her touching his hair, Harry's heart was beating so hard in his chest that he was afraid it was going to break a rib. His eyes never once left her reflection in the mirror, not with the way she was being so careful and serious. Her lips had parted without her knowing, and she wasn't even blinking often enough.

That was when Harry saw a hair-strand fall in her face, and her face scrunch up in a way it does when she's about to sneeze. He saw as she turned to sneeze in her elbow -- a habit that she still hadn't gotten rid of. He shifted his gaze down on his hands in his lap, to prevent her catching him staring at her.

When Y/n caught her breath after the sneeze, her eyes grew wide. Her hand began shaking as she brought the other hand to cover her mouth, looking at his head in horror. She wasn't sure if she should laugh or begin spewing apologies and decided on the latter one.

But as she opened her mouth, Harry looked at her. "Should I just buzz it off?" He questioned her and thought that she had paled at the thought of him going bald. "I mean, the match season is finally over. I don't have anything to do but study, do my parttime and of course practice hockey." He shrugged explaining his point of view, looking at her to help him decided.

"S-sure! I mean, you'd look good with any-any type of haircut." She was shaking and stuttering, but Harry was too lost in his train of thoughts to question her. "A-and its buzzcut season, anyways!"

That seemed to be helpful for Harry. He smiled at her, "Shave it off, then. I'm basically on vacation from tomorrow... and I guess I'd really appreciate a change like this!" He was back to grinning and Y/n's sweat was beginning to cool off.

She imagined sitting with Harry on a sofa on some ordinary-night with her feet in his lap like he were her closest friend and telling him about today -- a movie playing on the lowest volume possible in the background. She stopped herself before she could get lost thinking about his reaction and mess up even his buzzcut.

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dawnbreakersgaze · 4 months ago

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Dawnbreaker Discourse 🌄

Over the last couple days I've been tagged in a number of posts regarding the theory that Greyson's story No Morning holds proof that Zayne's Snowy Serenity card is actually Dawnbreaker Zayne who managed to make it to the present timeline.

Below the cut, I'll discuss why I don't believe this is the case, along with references to the in game content that supports my theory. That said, please note that I fully support the folks who want to believe this theory, because at the end of the day my man deserves to have everyone in his corner.

Let's dig in shall we?

For starters, I'm not going to rehash the entire breakdown of where all this commentary started, but will try to sum it up quickly instead.

『The CN players have linked the appearance of the white flowers and the black crystal ice in the WU story No Morning to Dawnbreaker.』

All of these theories are interesting and have a lot of fun ideas, but all of them are missing what I think is the key element here.

I believe the constant reference to the black crystal ice as Dawnbreaker's Evol is being misconstrued for what the game is setting up to be a major plot device/point in later parts of the story.

In No Morning we see Greyson observe the black crystals here-

Earlier in this same story it's specified that this plant comes from a very specific place on Mt Eternal, a place where we've seen another massively impactful scene involving something identical in another anecdote- Never ending Winter:

We also see them referenced again in the World Undernead stories Longly Flame, and Snowy Stairs-

I believe there are other references to the black crystals I am surely missing, but these are the ones I remembered right off the top of my head.

I ALSO realize that in Greyson's POV it very specifically calls them "black ICE crystals" while every other reference says "Black crystals" but I fully believe that's either a translation error, or just a solid case for unreliable narrator. As much as I adore Grey, he can be a bit of a dork, so I can accept the mishap there. That being said, I really do believe with all my heart it is simply a translation difference rather than a deliberate misdirection.

And while Dawnbreaker's ice is indeed a black ice, I do not believe that it will ever be used in a significant storytelling capacity (as in I dont think it will be used to subtly hint at his presence) due to the very heavy-handed usage of these black crystals PG has been feeding us since the very beginning. Never Ending Winter was one of the OG anecdotes, so these black crystals have been set up from launch as a very important reference to either a type of protocore sickness, a metaflux disease, or some other deepspace linked disorder we've yet to understand.

That said, I'll admit I've definitely been calling Zayne's Snowy Serenity card the DawnFaker card because I'll agree- it has some H E A V Y DB undertones and they didn't do him any favors by putting him in a Dawnbreaker cosplay but with a beige sweater. I'm gonna continue to call it the DawnFaker card, but know that it's said in jest and with affection, and that I don't actually believe that card was Dawnbreaker (as much as I wish it was!)

I hope my little bit of imput was helpful or even slightly insightful! Please feel free to discuss or link me any refuting information. I'm always down to say "oops I was wrong~" when it comes to the lore of this game. Because let's be real, it's a mess lol.

#lore and theories #kay's thoughts #lnds #love and deepspace #lads #l&ds #love & deepspace #zayne #zayne love and deepspace #lnds zayne #lnds greyson #lnds dawnbreaker #dawnbreaker 🌄#my icy neurospicy

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spahhzy · 10 months ago

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Papa Arc: So you say you love my son, but how do I know you love him?

Neo: Oh, dearest father in law, have I ever told you the story of the 'Pineapple woman'?

Papa Arc: The 'Pineapple woman'? No, what's that?

Neo: Their was a woman who laid her hands on my love, your son, once.

Papa Arc: Really, what did you do? Beat her up?

Neo let's out a silent chuckle as she crossed one leg over the other, all the while a champagne glass was in her hand, taking a small sip she continued.

Neo: No, physical pain was far too easy for her. People heal from that, you know how they say; 'fear not those who can kill the body but cannot kill the soul' .

Papa Arc: So you...killed her soul?

Neo: You'd be surprised to hear how ubiquitous pineapples are within our world... We never really notice cause we don't look for them.

Neo takes another sip of her champagne.

Neo: But once you start looking (smirks), they're everywhere.

Papa Arc: What are you talking about?

Neo: People are ignorant to the fact at how closely we tread how thin the line is between sanity and insanity.

Papa Arc just looks at her with an eyebrow raised.

Neo: Now, of course... I pushed those boundaries with that would be thief, and it all started when I placed a single pineapple in front of her porch, of course, when she opened her doors she is confused but only for a couple of seconds, she actually took the pineapple in and even ate it.

Papa Arc: So you...poisoned the pineapple.

Neo just gives another silent giggle.

Neo: Nope, as I said, a physical malady would be far too easy for this woman... instead, she would find with increasing frequency pineapples at places she would always visit.

Papa Arc: Uh what?

Neo: You see, the mind is an expert at pattern recognition. So exquisitely so that it can find patterns that aren't even there!

Neo: So if you want to suggest a pattern, all the mind needs is a push in the right direction, and it shall find a path on its own.

Papa Arc: O-okay, so what did you do?

Neo: What I did was simple, really. I would place a pineapple like I did with her porch, but instead, I would place it in her locker or her favorite bench. I remember even putting it on her windowsill in her dorm once. She did a double glance, but within that second, I made sure it wasn't there. All to suggest to her mind that she~

Papa Arc: Was going insane... my god.

Neo: Yes~. Funny enough, I no longer had to place pineapples anymore like I said there everywhere in our world. We just never see them because we don't look for them. Seek, and you shall find~

Neo took another sip this one a bit long and dragged out as Papa Arc just wondered what the hell his son got himself engaged to.

Neo: annnd oh did my girl seek~

Neo: It was by pure chance really that her five year anniversary for her work was coming up, and what did her company give her for her loyalty... a fruit basket with a pineapple as the center piece!

Papa Arc could only gulp at the crazed look on Neo's face.

Neo: I heard the breakdown was biblical. Of course, she lost her job, and then when she came home to gain comfort from her lover, I'm which the psychotic weight was too much for them to handle, they broke up, she was all alone and so she tried to find comfort within her family and they cut ties as well cause nothing she said made sense!

Neo: So now she was all alone in this world, and I knew this was my perfect chance to deliver the final blow in which it came in the form of a strong courageous man, a white knight, nothing like that of my sweet Jaune but a sweet heart still.

Neo: He whispered sweet nothings in her ear. Nothing but pure acceptance, no judgment for all her shortcomings. Loving her for who she is~

Neo: And at night, when they did what lovers do, oh, how surprised was she to hear that his safe word was...

A dark and evil smile stretched across Neo's face.

Neo: Pineapple.

Papa Arc eyes widened.

Neo: I hear that the crime scene was quite hellish... two huntsman couldn't even contain their lunch!

Neo: I unraveled her at the seams...funny that all it took was a pineapple.

Papa Arc: W-welcome to the family!

Just then, Jaune walks in.

Jaune: Oh hey hun, hey dad, oh here I brought us some snacks.

Jaune pulled out a small zip lock bag containing some...

Jaune: Want some pineapples, dad?

Papa Arc just paled.

Papa Arc: Uh, no, son, actually I gotta go. Your mom needs some help with a thing. Bye!

Papa Arc briskly got up and walked away much to Jaune's confusion but he just shrugged all the while Neo leaned her head onto Jaune's shoulder and sigh in contentment as she reached in to zip lock bag of pineapple slices, she giggled once more.

Truly, it was funny.

#jaune arc #neopolitian (rwby)#rwby silent knight #incorrect quotes #read choi #papa arc

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final-milf-ratchet · 10 months ago

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I just wanted to say that post was about Megs, Shockwave and even Breakdown but now I need to be enlightened about Magnus right now if you please

No u r so so right abt all of them being bottoms too just please look at him

Look at him and tell me he doesn't have a massive rack. Like. If you stood too close he wouldn't be able to see you over his chest. (Obv no one beats shockwave as the president and founder of the big titty committee but I think Ultra Magnus could be a good candidate for perhaps vice-president or treasurer)

And like. Let's be honest. If you told him he had nice tits he would be soooooo embarrassed it would be SO cute.

Also, listen, I think we can all admit that every tf character has some continuity where their design sucks. Ultra Magnus, however, is nothing but BANGERS throughout every continuity where they show him (even animated and I will die on that hill tyvm) my personal favorite is TFP just cause

LOOK AT HIM he's literally got an hour glass figure (I choose to see it gives ultra Magnus even bigger boobs lol)

Animated ultra Magnus?

Literally has little hand holds for someone to pull on while their fucking him! I could go on forever but I shall rest my case here. For now.....

#ultra magnus #tfp ultra magnus #tfa ultra magnus #g1 ultra magnus #also its a running joke with my friends now that when im feel down they ask me if i wanna talk about ultra magnus getting railed #😊 yes yes i do wanna tlak about him getting railed #valveplug #it doesnt get graphic but yknow #wyrm-with-a-why

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literarynecromancy · 7 months ago

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A Princess and her Guard

Prompt taken from this post that was answered by Jana at @creativepromptsforwriting !

“Sometimes I would love to just run away.” “I wouldn’t stop you. I’m your personal guard. I’m here to protect you, not imprison you. That’s at least how I see my job description.”

It was said purely out of frustration. With her father’s recent words still causing the sting in her eyes along with the rather unexpected announcement of her marriage…it was too much. She had spent most of the day sobbing into her pillowcase. Makeup ruining the satin beyond repair and she almost started to cry harder at the simple fact that she did not care. Her life was sold for access to some mines, why should she care about a stupid, satin pillow? Did it make her some spoiled monster to not care about the destruction of something considered so luxurious?

Throwing the pillow was the first act of release she allowed herself aside from the crying. It being easily caught by her personal guard - who stayed his usual quiet the whole of her breakdown. She watched as he set it down with a gentle hand before standing back up to full height. The words tumbled out of her mouth before she could have really stopped it:

“Sometimes, I would love to just run away…!”

He was a quiet one, the man that swore his entire life to her. Saying very little if anything at all most days and she came to expect that talking to him was mostly just like talking at the castle wall. It was a gamble whether or not he responded, skewed over towards not responding and that was honestly fine. It made for some rather hilarious situations over the years.

But he spoke then.

“I would not stop you. I’m your personal guard. I am here to protect your life and interests, not imprison you. That is, at least, how I see my job.”

The drop of a pin would have clearly been heard over the silence that followed. Her breath and tears slowed. Heaving shoulders finally relaxing against their will as the rare words registered in her brain.

“What…?” She barely got the word out before he had continued.

“I follow you. Not the orders of the Kingdom. If your wish is to leave…all you would have to do is say as such.”

She had crawled off the bed by then. Soft footsteps of bare feet on carpet the only sound in the room for a moment before she was directly in front of him. Looking upwards at the tall man - one she had never before seen without the dutiful helm - before speaking again.

“If I asked you to kill someone?”

“I would ask who.”

“If it was the king himself?”

“I’d do it quickly for your sake.”

“If I said that I wanted a sweet that was only found in the Western Islands?”

“I would purchase passage to buy it for you.”

“If I said to bark like a dog?”

“Within reason, ma’am.”

A smile had found its way to her lips by then. A sense of her usual playfulness returning before she stood to her own full height in front of him. Hands locking behind her back and clicking her heels in an attempt of the salute she had seen him do many, many times over. Though her rendition was rather weary and lacking any sort of training.

“If I said I would like for you to look into passage to the Western Islands so that we may both relieve ourselves of this absurdity?”

His helm tipped forwards. Obviously looking down at her before dropping to one knee with such grace that it was almost unbelievable that he was in armor.

“I shall have something to report by sundown tomorrow.”

Taglist: @satohqbanana || @thebejeweledwatercat || @steh-lar-uh-nuhs

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deadprocess · 4 months ago

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Resurgence:

On the brink of a major Decepticon offensive, Shockwave's relentless pursuit of scientific advancement uncovers a startling anomaly within the fabric of space-time. This anomaly promises immense power, capable of tipping the balance in the Decepticons' favor. However, the situation takes a dramatic turn when the anomaly destabilizes, creating a violent rift in space-time. Shockwave and Soundwave are abruptly pulled through the portal, leaving their dimension behind and crash landing on an unfamiliar techno-organic planet, one unravaged by the cybertronian war. Disoriented and stranded, the two Decepticons face a monumental decision: should they strive to return to their own dimension and continue their war, or adapt to this new world where peace prevails?

While Soundwave remains steadfast in returning back to their dimension, Shockwave becomes increasingly captivated by the tranquility and potential for a different existence. As they grapple with their new reality, Shockwave and Soundwave must confront their deepest convictions. Will they remain loyal to their origins and the cause they have fought for, or will they embrace the chance to forge a new path together in a world untouched by war?

Warnings: N/A

Chapter 1: Discovery

Pain blossomed forth as his optic flickered back to life, systems slowly rebooting after a forcible stasis lock. Every wire felt as though it was on fire and his left servo was heavy and foreign. What have they done? What have they done to him?

“Senator, for your crimes against…you have been…”

Voices echoed around him, crackling and popping into a cacophony of unintelligible sounds.

“Senator…you shall here by…”

“Senator.”

SeNAtoR

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Shockwave awoke from his recharge, jarring straight up from his berth. His optic flickering back and forth, scanning his surroundings. The cold, sterile corridors of his lab remained unchanged since yesterday. A stark difference to the brewing chaos outside from noisy vehicons preparing for another launched attack against the autobots. Slowly rising from his berth, the mech’s optic fixated on the console. It was alerting obnoxiously, no doubt what had awoken him from his recharge in the first place. The holographic projection that was once devoid of anything interesting now displayed unfamiliar spatial data.

“Fascinating.” He muttered, servo reaching out to adjust the parameters to enhance the anomaly on his console. It was unlike anything he had previously seen, a powerful source of pure energy that could potentially shift the balance in the Decepticons favor however its nature was undeterminable, hidden behind layers of quantum complexity.

Methodical footsteps echoed outside his lab, drawing closer. When the door opened, shockwave didn’t bother turning around to greet the uninvited guest. The rhythmic pace belonged to only one mech aboard the nemesis.

“Soundwave,” shockwave acknowledged, “I assume you have come to discuss the manner of my finding.” The communications officer stood silently before his visor flickered to life, a small visual of the anomaly appeared. Ah yes, diligent as ever. No doubt that soundwave was monitoring every internal system aboard the nemesis and had hacked into Shockwave’s lab during the night. As intrusive as that was, the scientist couldn’t blame the other officer for scanning every inch of incoming data. Between Starscream’s treacherous behavior, Arachnid’s ever looming threat, and Breakdown’s questioning of loyalties, it was necessary to keep a permanent eye on those aboard the ship. Shockwave had been gone for vorns and loyalties can certainly change. Maybe he thought that Shockwave had kept a long standing grudge against the decepticons for leaving him behind, labeling him as killed in action after the portal he entered exploded. However, grudges were silly, illogical things to hold…unless it was against a certain noisy seeker, but Starscream could always be dealt with at a later time.

“Autobots; intercepted transmission. Currently planning on deploying an investigative team.” A mishmash of stolen voice clips spoke. Soundwave never did use his voice anymore. Perhaps an injury sustained through war?

Shockwave’ antennas flickered with growing interest. “Their inference could complicate matters,” he remarked, “however, this confirms that the anomaly is significant. Inform Megatron of the urgency in dispatching a ground team.”

Soundwave remained still, visor displaying a series of complex waveforms and energy readings. “Risk; substantial. Unknown energy readings could pose a hazard.”

There was something of an air of caution in soundwave's inflection. His EM field pulsed faintly before retracting, a hint of concern radiated through Shockwave’s own field.

“Every discovery carries risk, Soundwave. But the rewards could be beyond measure, and should it fall to the autobots, it could spell the end for our cause.” There was a moment of silence as the two Decepticon’s locked gazes, a tension slowly bubbling before Soundwave abruptly turned on his pedes, calmly walking towards the door he had entered from.

“Megatron; will be informed of the anomaly and urged to take action.” Shockwave’s own voice combined with clips of others replied back.

As Shockwave returned to his calculations, Soundwave began running his own analytics. There was something that deeply troubled him. Why had this anomaly suddenly appeared? Something of this scale of power couldn’t have possibly emerged overnight. Any calculations he ran were coming back inconclusive. Could this truly be something that could shift the war? Or would this be a death sentence for both sides?

Xx Authors note xX

Thank you for reading! This is a test run for a new 12 chapter story. Let me know if ya’ll like it! :) looking forward to writing more.

You can also read this story on Wattpad and hopefully Ao3 around August 5th!

#transformers #shockwave #soundwave #megatron #starscream #autobots #decepticons #transformers prime #fanfic #tfp megatron #tfp soundwave #tfp shockwave #tfp autobots #tfp decepticons #tfa #cybertronians #transformers cybertron #robots

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cannibal-walleye · 5 months ago

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@a-plethora-of-peters’ So Much for Stardust au has had me in a chokehold the past few days, so... ART! Fic link below (READ IT I say) as well as me talking about things

Ft. aliens Zed, Tango, and Impulse (still tweaking Imp design) and a very traumatized human Skizz

Warnings! Blood, scars, but also hugs n comfort :')

Fic Link:

So Much For Stardust - Chapter 1 - Cringe_Is_Dead (A_Plethora_Of_Peters) - Hermitcraft SMP [Archive of Our Own]

Quick summary for context, it follows human Skizz after he was abducted from earth by the "Defectors" and essentially tortured and treated like an animal before being rescued by space cops. Team ZIT is a group of scientists whose job is to determine how intelligent alien species are, and they're tasked with figuring it out for Skizz in order to know what crime the Defectors will be convicted of (were they poaching & murdering animals or people?). But they don't speak English, so good luck with that. And Skizz has trauma. :]

Now excuse me while I wax eloquent on random things about the art and the fic itself:

I don't think it's difficult to tell, but my favs are Impulse and Skizz lol. I don't usually like drawing them all so differently from their minecraft skins (especially Tango, in this case), but decided to just go all out making them look a lil alien and I think I went too far for Imp. Might redo, give him more skin instead of scales. Also, his clothes r just grey bc I couldn't figure out what colors to give that wouldn't clash horribly lmao.

Also in case you couldn't tell, I ADORE the hurt/comfort this fic has, the concept is so fascinating and just PERFECT for this kinda thing, the angst is delectable. It's the kind of fic where the longer you consider the scenario that Skizz is in, the more tragic and heartbreaking it gets, for everyone involved. I tried drawing a couple other hug/comfort scenes but scrapped them bc I didn't like how they turned out, might retry later.

As for the fic itself, I'm very excited to see where it goes, hanging on the edge of my seat. I only learned about it like 5 days ago and I think I've read it 3 times (AND ITS OVER 100k WORDS???), not to mention how I reread my favorite scenes over and over (chapter 10 ESPECIALLY, I tried to draw like 7 times but it was all hot garbage lol). I'm slightly worried but also itching to get to the climax they mentioned in the last update. I have a couple theories/ things I kinda want to happen.

First, they've mentioned a few times that ZIT doesn't have the data on what the Defectors actually did to Skizz, even though they should have had it from the start. This hints at 2 VERY juicy things, one, that they're being sabotaged. It seems the Defectors are trying to prevent ZIT from determining Skizz's sapience, and in the absolute worst-case scenario, I can see this going so far as them trying to hurt/kidnap/kill Skizz while he's under their protection, which would be just... evil >:))) and traumatizing. and scary. it would just be so juicy if they got separated after all this bonding and healing and growing love they got for each other. Idk if that's where it's going but we'll see. Second, they're already so devastated every day (especially Zed) by Skizz's obvious trauma and scars, breakdowns, triggers, etc, and they don't even know what happened. But if/when they do get their hands on that information, well... I imagine it'd absolutely break all three of them, to the point where they wouldn't even know what to do with Skizz, they'd feel incredibly guilty, angry, heartbroken, everything over him-- not to mention them becoming overwhelmingly protective over Skizz, wanting to just get retribution on the defectors, maybe break some bones, spill some blood, ya know. (PROTECTIVE IMPULSE PLEASEEEE). Meanwhile Skizz is just tryna eat gapples without hurling and narrowly avoiding panic attacks every time he sees Tango.

I could talk for hours about this, but I think that's enough for now lol. I shall continue to spin them around in my head for the next month, and you should too, I highly recommend.

#tw blood #tw scars #my art #hermitcraft #ao3 fanfic #zedaph fanart #tango fanart #skizzleman fanart #poly zit #impulsesv fanart #poly zits #hermitshipping

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little-teacupss · 3 months ago

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Their good fairy part 3 - part 2 of castlecoming

Note: I think this will be the last part of the 'their good fairy' series, or possibly the second to last, I just want to say thank you to anyone who has been keeping up with this series, started to follow this ship, and especially thank you to @giveityourworst, for inspiring and helping me make this series and 'P.S I still love you', once again go show them some love because without them we wouldn't have this series and their my co-founder/creditor for this ship/series!

Warnings: AK and VK relationship, Poly, Ella's breakdown, the prank, and mild cussing

Note 2: part one, part two, and part three. Once again, you can give criticism without being a prick about it, and some of the dialogue comes from the original Cinderella and features three original cinderella songs! I don't like writing singing for character dialogue, but it worked for this story, and it's probably the second to last chapter to 'their good fairy', so let's get wacky with it! :D

Part 1 here, part 2 here, part 3 of part 1 of castlecoming here

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Fay nervously looked in the mirror as she felt her heart racing. She loved how the original periwinkle color of the dress matched Hades, but she had also used her wand to give an ombre effect where the periwinkle slowly became a purple the further down it went, she smiled as she looked at the dress, before her eyes traveled to her face, she squinted her eyes and pursed her lips unsure if she was satisfied with how she did her makeup.

She lets out a soft sigh as she finally stops looking in the mirror and turns her head to the window. As she hears a light tapping noise, she walks over and opens the window, allowing two people to crawl their way in, Maleficent dusts herself off before looking up at Fay and staring at her in awe. "You look lovely."

Maleficent tries to keep her cool facade up as she looks Fay up and down while Hades stays in the back and simply observes. "The dress fits you perfectly."

She continued as she walked around the smaller fairy, then Hades stepped forward and shoved his hand forward with a light blue corsage while he looked in a different direction that wasn't Fay's face who was currently staring at the corsage with a small smile as her eyes lit up, and she gently took the corsage from his hand and put it on her wrist. "Thank you, Hades."

Fay whispers as she adjusts the corsage in place while Hades hands Maleficent a lavender corsage, to which she accepts and then examines it. "I'll take it."

She turned her head away from the two as she put the corsage on her wrist, careful not to damage it in any way. "Now let's get going."

Maleficent says as she gets the corsage in place before making her way across Fay's dorm and opening the door, Fay tilts her head as she watches Maleficent stand in the doorway. "Why did you come through the window if you were just gonna leave through the door."

Maleficent processing what Fay said, she pursed her lips as she looked at the ground. "Good question, I have no clue."

She continued to look down as her cheeks became a soft pink color as she realized she wasn't acting like her usual self. "Well let's get going shall we?"

Maleficent quickly said as she made her exit and walked down the hall not waiting for her companions, Hades and Fay eventually followed after her as they walked together, Fay had a smile plastered on her face seeing how both of her lovers were just as nervous as she was. "Well Maleficent seems chipper tonight?"

She playfully says to Hades as they walk a few paces behind Maleficent, who isn't slowing down for anyone, as she is very embarrassed at the moment and doesn't want either of them to see her.

Hades lets a small smile appear on his face as he looks back and forth at his two girlfriends before leaning down so he's slightly at Fay's level and whispers to her. "She's just nervous to see you look, so pretty."

Hades then goes back to standing straight up before he walks ahead of Fay and starts walking at the same pace as Maleficent. Both VK's are equally as bashful now, Fay lets out a small giggle as she jogs over to the two and stands next to Maleficent and shyly grabs her arm, Maleficent peeks over at Fay before turning her head forward. "You look lovely too, Mali."

The group finally makes it to the ballroom, but Fay falls back a little as they get closer as they see more of their fellow classmates Hades and Maleficent being the observationists that they are turned around and looked at Fay with confusion, Maleficent approaches her first and puts a hand on Fay's hand. "You're not ready, are you?"

Maleficent asked as she stepped a little closer to the nervous fairy, who shook her head while looking at the floor. "I know both of you are, but I'm not, I'm sorry."

Fay whispered out as she stared at the ground. She knew if she looked at them, the tears that'd formed in her eyes would come spilling out.

"We don't have to tell anyone. Later, we can go into the garden, just the three of us."

Hades walked over and put his hand on Fay's shoulder while she gave a small nod before looking up at the two and gently dabbing away her tearful eyes, Maleficent gave her a side hug before quickly pulling away so nobody would see. "We'll see you soon?"

Maleficent asked as she stared at Fay, but before Fay could answer, she felt an odd chill run down her back before she felt like she was floating, she couldn't hear what Hades and Maleficent said as she disappeared in thin air, but then she felt an odd weight on her lap, looking down she saw Ella sobbing. "I can't believe not anymore."

Then Fay became fully there, as she felt Ella's tears soak through her dress, and the weight of her head fully on her lap, she gently placed her in Ella's hair and combed through it. "There's nothing left to believe in nothing."

Ella said bitterly through sobs as she cried into the fabric, completely unaware that Fay had manifested seemingly out of nowhere, Fay gently fixed Ella's hair and began to speak softly to her. "Nothing, Ella, now you don't really mean that."

Ella shook her head as she continued to cry. "Oh, but I do."

Fay looked down at her with sorrow and hope. "Nonsense! Ella, if you'd lost all your faith, I couldn't be here, and here I am."

Ella sat up as she looked up at Fay with blotch makeup, tearful eyes, and a pitiful expression, Fay gave her a sweet smile as she touched her cheeks. "Oh, come now, dry those tears. You can't go to the ball looking like that."

She looked down as tears continued to trial down her cheeks. "The ball, oh, but I'm not."

Fay firmly put her hands on her hips and gave her a stern look. "Oh, but of course you are, but we'll have to hurry because even miracles take a little time."

Ella whispered out. "Miracles?"

Fay made a sound in an agreement. "Watch."

She looked at her empty hand in confusion and began to pat down her dress clearly on the search for something. "Now where in the world did I put that magic wand, I was sure, that's strange."

Fay put a finger under her chin in thought as she wondered where she put her wand, and then her eyes lit up. "Oh, that's right, I put it away."

She put her pointer and thumb together and made a straight line in thin air, her wand appearing as she went along, somewhere in a little bush rustling can be heard. "Look what she did! How'd she do it!"

The little critters asked and looked at Fay in wonder as they watched her tap her magic wand before twirling it around and singing. "I'd say the first thing we need is a pumpkin."

She pointed her wand in the direction of the field, and a light shined on one pumpkin that was carried over by sparkles that the wand had created. "A pumpkin?"

Ella asked in confusion as she watched the pumpkin float over to where they were standing as Fay continued to sing. "Now, um, the magic words, right, Ahem!"

She cleared her throat and tapped the wand against her hand. "Sala-Gadoola-Menchika-Boo-La-Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo."

Fay sang as she she twirled her wand, which made the vines on the pumpkin extend and twirl in a wheel like shape. "Put 'em together, and what have you got? Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo!"

Fay continues to twirl around and shape the pumpkin as she sang. "Sala-Gadoola-Menchika-Boo-La-Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo!"

Fay leaned close to Ella with a smile and sang. "It'll do magic, believe it or not, Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo."

Then, the pumpkin itself began to expand as Fay sang on. "Now Sala-Gadoola means Menchika-Boolaroo, but the thingamabob that does the job is Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo."

She explained as she continued to sing, waving her wand, as sparkles surrounded the wand, and the pumpkin slowly became a silver color as it got bigger and bigger, and finally a silver carriage emerged as Fay finished waving her wand, Ella put her hands over her mouth as she walked around it and admired it, then the little mice ran over around the wheels. "Oh! Looky, looky! Isn't it wonder-fee, isn't it, right!"

The mice chattered on as they looked in awe of Fay, who truly was a fairy godmother in this moment, then Ella turned to Fay with a big smile plastered on her face. "Oh, it's beautiful"

Fay nodded as the rest of the animals surrounded the carriage, including a horse, a dog, and mice. "Yes, it is. Isn't it now an elegant coach like that? Of course, we'll simply have to have, mice!"

The mice looked at one another before Gus Gus said. "Uh, uh, mice?"

Fay giggled a she wove her wand around. "Oh, this really is nice. Why, we'll have a coach and four when we're through."

Fay began to sing again as she waved her wand back and forth. "Just a wave of my stick, and to finish the trick, Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo!"

The horse next to her neighed as if in shock that mice would lead the carriage three of the mice then took on the form of horses, Fay looked around a little confused. "Now gracious, what did I do? I was sure there were four, there should be one more?"

Meanwhile, a little mouse hides in close to the wheel of the carriage, and then Fay points her wand to that area, lighting it up. "Oh, there you are."

Gus Gus runs off in the opposite direction only to run into Lucifer the cat and run back to where Fay and the others were. "Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo!"

Fay sang, making the little mouse turn into a beautiful pure, white stallion, Lucifer was now on his back, looking around, confused as it should have been a mouse that he'd caught, Gus Gus neighed at Lucifer making him jump from his back and into the water fountain before running back to the Tremaine residence, Ella put her hand over her mouth as she giggled. "Oh, poor Lucifer."

Fay smiled as she looked at Ella. "Serves him right, I'd say."

Fay looks at the four horses lined up with the carriage as she puts a finger under her chin. "Now, where were we, oh goodness yes."

She waves her wand around as she looks around from the carriage to Ella, thinking of what else is missing. "Now you can't go to the ball without uh, a horse!"

Ella gave Fay a confused look because they'd already had four, five if you included the horse that was already a horse. "Another one?"

A wave of sparkles made its way towards the horse as Fay flicked her wand around. "But tonight, for a change, you will handle the reins and sit in the drivers seat too, for instead of a horse, you're the coachmen, of course."

"Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo." .Fay sang as she watched the sparkles lift the horse and bring it into a sitting position as it was carried from the ground and to sit onto the carriage seat before being bounced a little, as the sparkly magic disappeared a man was left in place of the horse.

They watched a he tipped his hat to the girls while tugging the reins, Fay smiles as she looks around, seeing what else is missing. "Well, that does it, I guess, expect for, oh yes!"

She quickly begins waving her wand, singing, and looking around. "Oh, yes, the finishing touch, and that's you, yes Bruno, that's right, but you'll be footman tonight!"

"Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo!"

Sparkles leave her magic wand and surround Bruno, morphing him from dog to man, a footman, while Ella, was shocked because she could've been sure it was her turn to be fixed by Fay for the night.

Bruno runs over and opens the door while Fay then turns her attention to Ella. "Well, well, hop in, Ella, we can't waste time."

Ella looks down nervously as she looks at her tattered up dress. "But."

Fay waved her arms and shook her head firmly before turning around with a proud smile as she crossed her arms. "Now, now, now don't try to thank me."

Ella smiled and shook her head as she leaned forward towards the fairy. "Oh, I wasn't, I mean, I do, but don't you think my dress?"

Fay turned around quickly as she smiled sweetly at Ella. "Yes, it's lovely, dear, love- good heavens, Ella, you can't go in that!"

Fay pursed her lips as she realized what kind of state Ella's dress was truly in, as it was ripped, tattered, and falling apart, Fay circled around her and put a finger under her chin before her eyes lit up, she stepped closer and began to do measurements with her hands. "Now, let's see Ella, your size, and the shade of your eyes, something simple, but daring too."

Fay let out a little gasp as she picture what dress she'd make for Ella, as she waved and flicked her wand and sang. "Just leave it to me, and what a gown this will be."

Fay excitedly moved her wand up and down and sang. "Bibbidi-bobbidi-, Bibbidi-bobbidi-, Boo!"

She watched as the sparkles left her wand, circling Ella, as slowly the once tattered up ruined dress slowly turned from the ground up into a lovely pearl baby blue, the skirt was wide and had a slight train, the shoulder sleeves ever so slightly puffed out, matching gloves adorned her hands, a sutble black choker appeared upon her neck, as small pearl earrings shined on her ears, and her hair was in a beautiful bun, that was pulled back by a beautiful periwinkle headband.

Ella gasped, and she looked down at herself, fanning out the skirt with her hands, as she walked towards the fountain. "Oh, it's a beautiful dress!"

She looked into the water of the fountain and preened. "Did you ever see such a beautiful dress?"

She then twirled and watched as the dress sparkled as if the fabric was stars sowen together, and then she kicked her foot out and giggled. "And look glass slippers."

She said as she then continued to stare in amazement at her reflection, Fay smiled at her friends reaction to her work, but then her smile slightly smalled as she realized she'd have to explain how her wand magic worked, but Ella continued as she approached Fay. "Why it's a dream come true, a wonderful dream come true."

She then spinned around as she continued to swoon over the outfit, but then Fay piped up. "Yes, my dear, but like all dreams, well I'm afraid this can't last forever, you'll have only till midnight and then."

Ella twirled around and smiled so brightly that the sun would be jealous as she said. "Midnight? Oh, thank you."

Fay frantically started to explain more thoroughly, so Ella would truly understand how little time she truly had as she tapped her wand against her hand. "Oh. Now, now, now, just a minute, you must understand, Ella, on the stroke of twelve, the spell will be broken, and everything will be as it was before."

She said somberly as she looked at Ella, quickly making her way over carefully, picking up the skirt of her dress so it wouldn't get messy, as she approached Fay. "Oh, I understand, but it's more than I ever hoped for."

Ella hugged Fay tightly as she poured every bit of her gratitude she had for the fairy into the embrace, Fay wrapped her arms gently around the girls' shoulders as she let a small smile play across her face, before she quickly pulled back and ushered Ella towards the carriage. "Goodness me, it's getting late. Hurry up, dear. The ball can't wait, have a good time, dance, be gay, now off you go your on your way!"

As the carriage headed off, Fay waved her wand at Ella, who waved her hand at her. Finally, once the carriage was out of view, Fay felt a warmth in her chest as she felt as if she was floating, not registering the cat who'd come back, and as she finally regained consciousness of her surroundings she realized it wasn't just Maleficent and Hades standing around where she had originally been, but also Morgie, Hook, and Uliana.

She watched as Maleficent might as well have been having a mild panic attack as she paced back and forth. "People don't just disappear out of no where, I need my staff now!"

Meanwhile, Hades was a red fiery ball who was standing off to the side with his arms crossed as he swayed back and forth, snapping his fingers as he tapped his foot. "Look, as long as I know she isn't dead, then we know nothing bad has happened to her."

He tried to reason with Maleficent as she continued to pace and let out quick, uneven breaths before pausing and looking at the ground as she put her hands over her face, Fay stared at the scene unsure of what to do as she'd never seen the two so emotional before, when her eyes flickered to the other three her eyes met with Hook's who gave her a smirk as he looked back at the two nervous wrecks that were Hades and Maleficent, he then whistled loudly to gain their attention. "X, marks the spot, I've found your little treasure chest."

Hook pointed his hook to behind the two, who slowly turned their heads to see Fay. They immediately ran toward and grabbed her shoulders, Maleficent checked her over to see if she was hurt anywhere while Hades held her place while Maleficent ranted. "You're never leaving my sight again. Why would you pull that crazy stunt!"

Fay tried not to laugh at Maleficent's over the top reaction to her disappearing, so she simply wrapped her arms around the dark fairy's shoulders and pat her her back, as she spoke softly. "I'm alright, I was with Ella."

"But how?" .Maleficent pulls back and gives her a strange look along with Hades and all the other VK's, Uliana then asks. "How were you with Ella?"

She said with crossed arms with her head tilted, Hook and Morgie also gave her confused looks, letting out a soft sigh. Fay turned to explain to the group of four VK's while Maleficent basically was leeched onto her. "Well, you see, I was sent to her, I guess you could say, and now I'm her fairy godmother."

Fay explained as she waited till the carriage pulled up. She quickly separated herself from the group of VK's, two of which were still staring daggers into her still coming down from their moment of panic.

When Ella stepped out of the carriage, all eyes were on her, and soon Fay went over to her as Bridget rushed from somewhere in the crowd over to Ella and Fay as she squealed. "You look gorgeous Ella!"

She excitedly grabbed Ella's gloved hands as she bounced up and down while Fay watched the two. She gave a subtle wink to Ella and put a finger to her lip, while Ella came up with a different story. "Thank you this gown was my mother's."

Ella said as she hugged the pink haired girl. Before giving Fay a little smile, the three then walked around and took in the ballroom all of its decorations, the people, the snack table, and the dance floor, but after a while people began to slow dance, Fay and Bridget stepped back as Charming came up to Ella and held his hand out to her with a charming smile. "May I have this dance Ella?"

Ella looked back at the two girls, who nodded frantically at her to dance with him, so she turned back around, giving him a shy smile as he spinned her around a certain song began to play. "Mm, mm, so this is love, mm, so this is love, so this is what makes life divine, I'm alglow and now I know."

As the two danced together, they seemed lost in each other, so much so Ella didn't notice when the group of VK's approached her very naive, and overly trusting friend.

Fay had walked off to go grab a drink, leaving Bridget to watch the two dance, so with her being all alone, it was the perfect time for a certain group of VK's to cause chaos, Uliana approached with a plate with one cupcake with pink frosting and rainbow sprinkles, she smiled at the pink haired girl and said. "You know I think we started off on the wrong foot, so I made this for you."

Her group smiled while some snickered as Bridget smiled and nodded, and said. "Oh yeah, totally, but it's alright!"

She carefully took the plate and lifted the cupcake to her lips as she took a bite. She smiled at the group before she felt a weird feeling coarse through her body. She was very confused as she looked back up at Uliana and the group of VK's who were all smirking at her. She then let out a scream as she felt her body shift and take a different form, it was at this moment Fay had finally came back her eyes widening at what she was met with as she dropped her cup making glass shatter everywhere making the VK's turn there heads to look at her.

Hades and Maleficent eyes widened when they saw Fay, as a realization hit them that they wouldn't be able to explain themselves, they watched as she hurried over to the hunched over Bridget and helped her stand before backing away when she saw that the once beautiful princess was in the form of a green old hag, her mouth dropped her eyes filled with sorrow, as her friend pushed past her ran out of the ball, many guests all stared before bursting out on laughter all the while Ella was dancing away now in the garden unaware of what was transpiring indoors, meanwhile Fay turned her head to look at the VK's before sprinting in the direction Bridget went while two VK's followed closely behind her, when they made it to the hallway, Maleficent gently grabbed her arm spinning her around.

"Look, it's not what you think, I can explain, Fay, please." .Fay had no idea what to say to the dark fairy who was rambling, but she pursed her lips and glared at the two as she slowly spoke. "How could you, my friend? How could you do this to someone I care about, i don't know what to say to either of you"

She said before turning around and racing back after Bridget, leaving behind two heart striken villains who had no idea how to process what Fay had just said to them.

Once Fay finally caught up with Bridget, she took her wand out, waving it around and carefully said. "Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo!"

She watched as the sparkles left her wand and surrounded her devastated friend who was sobbing, and then the sparkles vanished around, leaving behind the once joyful princess, Bridget looked up at Fay with a look of pain that slowly bled to anger. "Get out!"

Fay shook her head as she tried to approach Bridget, but Bridget yelled again. "Get out! Get out! I'm not dumb I saw how they looked at you. How could you, after how they treated me!"

Unsure of what to say, Fay softly shook her head as she looked at the ground while Bridget continued to yell. "Don't lie! How can you stand there and shake your head when it's plain as day what's going on with you and those baron basterds!"

"I never want to see you or Ella again!" .The princess declared before slamming the doors to her dorm in Fay's face, leaving the fairy in tears and unsure of what to do.

And so a very broken hearted fairy went back to her door slowly as it felt like her legs were made of cement. When she finally made it inside, she didn't stop the tears from streaming down her face as she took off her beautiful dress, putting on a random outfit, and took her hair down from the bun she'd put it in for the ball, before laying down on her bed staring at the ceiling with a hopeless feeling left in her chest as she whispered out. "No matter how your heart is grieving if you keep on believing a dream that you wish will come true."

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Hello! Hope you liked the second to final chapter of their good fairy. Stay tuned for chapter four!

Remember, go show some love to my co-founder @giveityourworst. They just posted their first MFH story, and it was amazing to check them out, and send them a big thank you for being one of the main reasons this ship exists now!

Tagged list: @giveityourworst, and @brokenmilkcrates!

Anyway till the next story! Ba bye!

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under-myown-tale · 10 months ago

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I felt I had to make a breakdown of all the AUs and my inner commentary with them because I need to keep track somehow

Undertale: OG, classic universe, if it ain't broke don't fix it

Underswap: the ol' switcheroo, taking this version of paps to the bone zone, overall cute au

Underfell: so much edge, did everyone here just inhale a Hot Topic with a side order of Linkin Park 'cause jeez, you guys need to chill

SwapFell: ah crap, now the cute one has been infested with the edge too, it was only a matter of time, it's just a phase they'll grow out of it

Mafia: pfft, what's not to love?, live for the aesthetic, take me to the speakeasy where I can jive with some suited skeletons

Horror: I'd say it's cannabilism but technically nooo...?, everyone is fucked, as for sans? oh yeah, I'd still tap that (apparently I'm not the only one either)

Anomaly: character ai except h e k n o w s

Ink: Bob Ross ain't got nothing on Sans in this one

Dust: fairy dust?, star dust?, nope, they're... ah, they're not okay...

Error: 01001000, 01100101, 01101100, 01110000

Dream/Nightmare: Mr Sans man bring me a dream~ BA DUM BUH BUM, NOPE NOPE DEATH S A V E M E

I might have missed a few but there were, like, four aus when I was deep in the undertale sauce back in the day. I am but a stranger to these lands now

Nah, in all seriousness I love all of these and the creativity behind them. You guys keep up the good work and I shall continue to indulge like the starved gremlin I am

Man this was dumb

#sans #undertale #papyrus #sans undertale #underswap #underfell #swapfell #edgy #mafiatale #horrortale #anomaly #inktale #dusttale #errortale #dreamtale #dream sans #nightmaretale #nightmare sans #dreamtale nightmare

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w1ld-wr1t3r · 16 days ago

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Started writing this. Had a breakdown (not really). Bon appetit.

I've seen people judge Lando's behavior and call him various things. And I won't deny that he's had moments of questionable behavior. But who on the grid hasn't? I think a lot of people who are criticising Lando are conveniently forgetting about things that their favorite driver has said or done in the past. Between the fast-paced nature and high emotions in the sport, I'd be shocked if there was even a single driver who hasn't done something in front of a camera that came back to bite them in the ass. Lando is not the first driver to say something that led to backlash, and he won't be the last. And that's not even taking into account that when the quote that started all of this first started making the rounds, it was being taken out of context instead of being quoted in full. If more people heard the entire quote the first time around, I think this wave of hate would have, at the very least, been a lot less severe. So I blame this both on journalists looking for drama and fans who don't want to bother digging deeper for answers.

And (I swear I mean this in the nicest way possible) . . . everyone in this sport is super rich and highly skilled at what they do. What behavior were you expecting from them? For them to not think a little highly of themselves? Personally, considering that they're all one of twenty drivers in the entire world who do this, I totally understand if that achievement goes to their head a little. It would be nice if it didn't, but I try to be realistic and admit that it probably does in most cases. That doesn't change the fact that they are people, and while they will make mistakes or say things you disagree with, they are also capable of being decent individuals. Judging them based on cherry-picked moments rather than looking at who they are in general is what leads to problems.

I think some people are so determined to believe that their driver is the best in every way that as soon as they hear something bad about another driver, they don't dig any deeper and just run with it, because it makes them feel better about their driver (I will shamefully admit that I have fallen prey to this once or twice, but I don't broadcast that on the internet. I keep it to myself, because it doesn't concern anyone else. If you're a fan of someone I'm not a fan of, I may privately question your tastes, but I'm not gonna go out of my way to be mean about it. What would I gain from that?). And once they do, they don't want to admit they were wrong or hasty and just double down instead. They don't want to admit that their narrative is wrong.

I will admit that Lando is probably not as perfect as I think he is. I will probably disagree with what he says sometimes. But no one is perfect. Everyone has said something they regret, or spoken without thinking, or said something controversial. Celebrities aren't magically immune to that. And unless Lando gives me a genuine reason to dislike him, I will continue to come to his defense.

I'm comforting myself through this period of extreme Lando hate by reminding myself that people have short memories. The hate appeared quickly, and it'll disappear just as quickly once people have something else to latch onto. By Vegas, I think (hope) that this will be mostly old news. This, too, shall pass.

#might delete this later idk #i figured ranting into the void is as good a way to work out my thoughts as any #lando norris

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mitsvriii · 11 months ago

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hello dear !! congrats on 300, 3 million next 🤞

now then, can i please have a handpicked bouquet from a nursery with roses + cosmos for either zhongli, freminet or neuvillette (i don’t mind!!)

thank you and congratulations once more ٩(^‿^)۶♡

if i could slow time

bell's notes: you cannot just drop those prompts with those characters and leave sir /gn erm 😐 /nm. breaking my heart ☹️💔😔 /lyr, also yes 3 mil for bell 🙏, dumbi 2 tril next 🫵, ty tho 💓, the 'right person wrong time' is not even noticeable im, this is so short i cannot, first time writing anything besides gn!reader so if it's inaccurate im so so sorry, not proofread

contents: zhongli x male!reader, mention of death, angst and fluff, 567 word count

summary: in which your soulmate hardly interacts with you, and the reason why is just as bad as the hurt of his ignorance

It was stupid. A crush you happened to work for has gone wild in the sense that you may or may not have noticed that his wrist was tainted with your name. This not only caused you to have an entire mental breakdown that you couldn’t let show physically, but you rushed out of the funeral parlor, nearly knocking down Hu Tao with your theatrics.

Not to mention, you thought Zhongli was either clueless, didn’t care, or was just naturally calm about things this extreme because he saw the man who was now his soulmate every day without a stutter, shake, or a cracked-up voice; unlike yourself. Who were you to complain, though? If he acted normal and made no big deal of it, it was most likely not a big deal, right?

You only groaned out annoyingly as you pushed the thoughts away, focusing on the smell of coffins as you helped a woman pick out one for her new-found lover who turned dead because of some freak mitachurl accident. To which you could only nod solemnly in response too, praying to the archons above that something like that wouldn’t happen to you before Zhongli decided to pay attention to you being his soulmate.

It was only a matter of time before the woman left that you quite literally had enough, and rushed to knock on Zhongli’s office door, tapping your foot impatiently as you waited for him to open it. He couldn’t have let you inside at a better time before you brushed past him, albeit harshly, before turning around to face him.

“You’ve been ignoring me.” Four words and you almost swore Zhongli blinked back a cry at them, a solemn smile playing at his lips before he sighed, motioning for you to sit in the chair in front of his desk.

The conversation was nothing like you had imagined in your head. No ‘I’m not into men’, no ‘There’s someone else, no ‘I’m not interested in having a soulmate, but an “I’m an archon” in its place. After letting the statement settle in, Zhongli continued with his explanation in a manner so calming that it almost made you regret your previous snap towards him just a few minutes ago.

He failed to converse with you about your souls being intertwined because he felt as if he would be burdening you with the truth that when you two got completely attached you would pass on before him, centuries before him if he was going to be honest; although it seems as if he was burdening you with the truth now.

You would grow and he would not, you would maybe adopt a child and they too would grow old and he would not, you would fear over time where you would leave him and he would not. He was afraid, afraid that you would worry so much about him and his sake of being with his soulmate, that you wouldn’t enjoy the time you spent together.

But in the end, you both agreed. The two of you would spend the rest of your time together in this world until it came for you to part, and no matter what had happened you wouldn’t feel the need to worry about what would happen to him after you eased to live.

“Because as long as I still can recall memories of you, I shall be fine.”

#🌹's #astronetwrk #・ nouveau livre ˎˊ˗#zhongli x reader #zhongli x male reader #zhongli x you #genshin fluff #genshin angst #zhongli angst #zhongli fluff

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The Trees - oneshot.

Summary: A walk in the woods takes an unexpected turn for Henry and his gf…

Pairings: AU!Henry Cavill x Girlfriend!OC

Warnings: adult themes, angst, relationship difficulties, dialogue heavy, language, mentions of parental loss/relationship breakdown/su!c!de attempt/appetite loss/panic attack/grief, pregnancy loss, child abuse, fluff, pet names, nondescript OC body type/appearance, hastily written/lightly proofread.

WC: 2936

A/N: Welp, this was meant to be uploaded ages ago but the themes and my crippling brain fog (yay) meant it took forever. Take care with this one. I’ve tried to write as carefully/sensitively as I can, but please heed the warnings or skip if you’re unsure (your wellbeing is more important). As ever, please enjoy and let me know your thoughts - R x

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The Trees - oneshot.

"How about some toast?"

"I'm good, thanks love."

"Why don't you have some fruit then? Or I can make you a smoothie?" Henry began scanning the fridge for other ideas.

"Honestly, I'm not hungry—"

"You have to eat darling—"

"Please can I go back upstairs? I've got so much work to get through…"

"In a little while, we can go sit in the living room if it's more comfortable but you're at least going to have some tea and rest for a bit. Come on." He gently tried to herd her out of the kitchen.

"… I'm gunna go for a walk."

"What? Ollie come back here, you're exhausted—"

"Just for a little while alright? I can't sit around and do nothing." She stopped by the front door and wound a thick scarf twice around her neck.

"But sometimes you have to do that, or—"

"Or what?"

"Darling, you're not sleeping, you're not eating—"

"Henry, I'm just a bit stressed with work, that's all. I'll be back in half an hour."

"Well, wait I'll go with you, you're not going into the woods by yourself—"

"It's fine, I'll take the dogs. Don't you have meetings?"

"My next one's not for another hour and I took the dogs out earlier so we can leave them here." But Copper was already sitting by her feet, her head tilting in confusion.

***

"She's a cheeky little bugger, every morning now she sits waiting by the front door for walkies." Henry chuckled.

"She's getting so big..."

"Tell me about it, soon she'll be jumping up into the airing cupboard like Kal. You know I found the little shit in there again this morning? Can't really blame him with weather like this though, it's brass monkeys. Are you sure you're warm enough?" She hummed back but otherwise, his attempt at conversation had fallen flat. She was still walking slightly ahead, lost in her own thoughts. He tried again. "So what's going on with work at the moment? I thought you were over the first couple of hurdles?"

"Freelancing's not that straightforward, unfortunately."

"Well is it anything I might be able to help with?"

"It's lovely of you to offer but I'll be alright. There'll be other contracts if I don't secure this one."

"That'a girl… how are you feeling at the moment though? In yourself, I mean?"

"Okay."

"Really?"

"Yeah, so what's your meeting about this afternoon?"

"Don't change the subject, Ollie—"

"I'm not—"

"Then can you tell me how you are?" She sighed and stopped abruptly.

"I just did!"

"Well I heard you on the phone this morning—"

"You were listening to my call?"

"No, I just heard the end of it when I came upstairs. Did your therapist need to change your appointment?"

"No, that wasn't them. They've… referred me to someone else."

"What, why?"

"Cos we're not a good fit." Henry waited for her to continue but instead, her eyes remained fixed on the floor. He tried another tack.

"Before I forget, your sister also rang me. She tried to get through but you must have still been on the phone. Your father's funeral is next week, do you think you're up to going?"

"No."

"Well, shall we wait and see how you feel?"

"No, I'm not going."

"Why not? It might help you start drawing a line under everything—"

"Henry, my mother doesn't really want me there, she just can’t get away with not asking."

"Well fuck what she wants, you need the closure—"

"There's no such thing."

"Of course there is—"

"No, there isn't. That's not how real life works." Henry waited a beat before responding.

"You know you can talk to me about him?"

"Henry, I said I'm okay—" he stopped finally and waited for her to do the same.

"No you're not, you've not been right for months. You've not even been eating properly since December. I'm really worried Ollie. I want us to get married in the spring, start planning for the future—" something then clicked in her mind.

"Wait, what did my sister tell you?"

"What?"

"What did she say, Henry?" Her voice had risen in alarm.

"Darling, it was nothing I didn't already suspect—"

"So you know everything? Henry, it was a long time ago, I was desperate—"

"Ollie what are you talking about? We discussed your father but that was it—"

"No, no this can't be happening…" she clasped the sides of her head in shock.

"Whoa, you're alright, look at me." She struggled to stay standing. "Ok, let's find somewhere to sit, come on." Fortunately, they were nearing the wood’s halfway point, which was marked by an old wooden bench. Henry was relieved to see it was empty and promptly sat her down. "There, now. Take some deep breaths darling, slow down for me. Just focus on my hand." He continued rubbing her back until her breathing came under control. She managed to fight off the attack, but only just.

"Can we… go home, please?" Henry pulled a water bottle from his pocket and helped her drink from it.

"Let's stay here for a bit, just until you're steadier on your feet." The next few minutes passed uneasily. "I really wish you'd unburden yourself though—" she scoffed and staggered upwards, turning to face him directly.

"So I can burden you instead?"

"Ollie sit back down. There will never be anything you can't tell me—" but she cut him off.

"Well thanks to my sister, I now don't have a choice, do I? God, I can't believe this..." she wearily took a seat, holding her head in her hands for several moments. "Fine. If you really want the truth I'll give it to you." When she finally spoke again, both her eyes and voice were strangely flat. "My last fiancé and I didn't mutually split. He just woke up one day and decided he wanted out. There were no signs, there wasn't even anyone else, he just didn't love me anymore. It was like the sky had fallen in. The pain was just… indescribable. He loved me like no one ever had before and as the days started to blend together I became convinced that it would always end that way, that the fundamental problem was me. I mean if my own father could stop loving me, what hope would there be for any other man?

"One night, a couple of months after we split, I woke up with what I thought at first was just a stomach ache. How I kept it together in the taxi I'll never know. I vaguely remember bleeding as I walked into A&E but the rest is just a blur of pain and vomit. Before I know it, I'm in a hospital bed being told I lost a sixteen-week pregnancy. I was just so… stunned. I kept asking the doctor to repeat himself. I mean you know what my periods are like and to be honest, by that point I'd already lost most of my sense of time. I hadn't had a single symptom, not one," she paused, "they couldn't tell me if it was a boy or a girl. I asked if I could at least say goodbye… they advised against it. After that apparently, I just kept screaming," she swallowed hard, "the nurses felt so sad for me.

"I remember before I was signed out, one of them asked if my partner was on his way to collect me. I just lied and said yes. She then said to me, 'remember you can always try again,'" she quickly cleared her throat to disguise her voice breaking, "I didn't tell my sister what happened. She pulled up outside my place, made me promise to call her later on and when I got out of the car I realised I was supposed to be getting married that day. I don't know, something inside of me finally just snapped. I don't remember much of what happened then either. One minute I was in my bathroom, and the next I was back in the hospital being told I'd suffered minor organ damage. If my sister hadn't stopped by when she did, worried why she hadn't heard from me, I probably wouldn't have survived.

"Eventually, she managed to convince them to let me leave so I could stay with her. She lives on a beautiful street, lined with cherry blossom trees. My nieces greeted me at the door excitedly, even the sky was bright blue that day. But I never felt more lost and alone than at that moment. In the end, my sister had to take six months off work to care for me, and that combined with the strongest medication my doctor could prescribe, only just helped me pull through. A year later Clare dragged me to that party and… there you were. I wanted so badly not to like you—" she finally broke down, her exhausted sobs splashing tears all over her lap. For her sake, Henry held back his own. Up to that point, he'd resisted interrupting or touching her, but he couldn't bare it any longer. He cupped her face firmly with both hands.

"Ollie, do you love me?"

"More than anything. It's why I proposed. I wanted to do everything with you—"

"Then that's all that matters—" she pushed his hands away.

"No, because we're not equals in this relationship Henry, we never have been and we never will be."

"What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean," she sighed, "you could have literally anyone…" she trailed off, defeated for the moment.

"… You know, when I spoke to your sister, she told me how one night you were late back home from playing with your friends so you hadn't yet done your homework. Your father then locked you out in the back garden for the rest of the night. She said you didn't ask her or your other sister for help because you didn't want to get them in trouble too. You just stayed out there all alone, in the freezing cold. And I wondered to myself, how many times you've felt like that little girl ever since, even in this relationship—"

"Henry—"

"She told me she suspected other things happened as well, stuff she couldn't bring herself to talk about."

"You weren't supposed to know any of that!"

"Why not?!"

"Oh God…"

"Ollie please, it's okay—"

"How? How can any of this be okay?!" Her face was so distraught, his stomach sank. He rubbed his eyes.

"… This is my fault. If I hadn't been away so much, kept you closer, none of this would have happened—"

"No, please, this isn't on you—"

"I even bought you the puppy and the cottage because of how guilty I felt!"

"But the distance worked for me too! I could get attached to you but not completely. It felt safer."

"And now?"

"Now it all just… hurts." Henry grabbed her hands.

"Ollie, whatever happened before doesn't change anything. I'm here, alright? You're safe now—"

"Except I don't think I'll ever feel that way completely—"

"I'll still be here—" she flew up from the bench and started pacing, her tears flowing freely once more.

"No, no. You deserve better. Someone who's sunny, healthy… as successful as you. For fuck's sake I don't even come from a normal family. When I walked out in December, it was because I felt I had to. I will always want what's best for you and… I know that doesn't include me." He dashed forwards, clamping her shoulders to keep her still.

"Do you think when we first met, I couldn't see the pain in your eyes? I also saw the decency, the humanity - I knew you weren't playing hard to get for the sake of it in the same way I knew you'd never hurt me deliberately. Let's go to therapy together—"

"You don't have to do that—"

"But I want to! I haven't done enough and you are so worth fighting for - we are worth fighting for. I love what we have because it's real and that's so, so rare Ollie." Her head fell to her chest.

"The doctor who spoke to me earlier was a trauma therapist. I was praying they'd tell me I didn't need their help. The worst of it is, I always thought I was a strong person. What I experienced wasn't even unusual. I mean people fall out of love, lose babies, have breakdowns, every single day. And it all could have been so much worse. But it still nearly destroyed me. I just can't go through any of that again."

"… Did you give your baby a name?"

"No, no… it didn't go that far. I couldn't let it. But in my head, I still talk to her sometimes. I don't know why I imagine her as a girl, it's just what feels right. It's incredible really, she would have been no bigger than the palm of my hand but the love that you feel… the longing." Her voice caught in her throat. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I didn't intend to tell anyone. I just thought that if I failed in her life, I could at least protect her in death—"

"You didn't fail anyone—" he quickly stopped himself and instead pulled her into his arms. "I love you, Ollie."

"I love you too."

***

Two weeks later.

"Mmm it's warm out there today, look at that sky." Henry slid the cup along the counter. Ollie glanced up briefly from her laptop and hummed. "Why don't we take our coffee outside?" To his surprise, she stood up from her chair.

"That sounds nice." Henry smiled and led her into their garden, with Kal and Copper following closely behind. What she didn't expect to see, opposite the bench that was tucked away in her favourite spot, was a newly planted cherry blossom tree. He sat her down carefully, waited for the dogs to lie down beside her, and then went to fetch something from the base of it. When Henry joined her again, he was holding what looked to be a clear container.

"I've planted this tree so that, every time you miss your daughter, you can come out here and spend some time with her." He carefully removed a small notepad and pen from the container. "And whenever you need to talk, you can write it in here, put it in the box and leave it by the tree for her." She was so overwhelmed at first she couldn't even look at him. When she did, tears spilled down her face.

"I… I don't know even know what to say… I can't thank you enough. Not just for this, but for everything—"

"You will never need to thank me, darling, ever." She chose her next words carefully.

"I know I've struggled to tell you often enough, let alone show you how much I appreciate it, but you're a good man. The best I've known. And just because she was my first," she glanced towards the tree, "it doesn't mean she has to be my last."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. I mean, it might be difficult—"

"Then I'll do everything I can to make it easier."

"... You know I'd marry you right now if I could?"

"Then why don't we?"

"What?"

"Well, why not?"

"But... I'm not even dressed nicely!"

"Stop it, you've never looked more beautiful. Right, we've got the dogs as witnesses so come on," Henry gently pulled her to her feet, "let's get straight to it."

"Are you sure? Everything's already been arranged?" His heart lept at her playful smile. How he'd missed it.

"That one's for the well-wishers, this is just for us. Are you ready?" She smiled and nodded. "Good. Then I, Henry Cavill, take you, Ollie Hadden, for my lawful wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part. I will love and honor you all the days of my life." Henry removed the promise ring from her right hand and slipped it onto her ring finger. She swallowed back her tears, smiling.

"And I, Ollie Hadden, take you, Henry Cavill, for my lawful Husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part. I will love and honor you all the days of my life." She then moved his promise ring to the correct hand. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Henry brushed the tears off his cheeks, "that's just the first time you've called me your husband." They beamed at each other and finally kissed. In the end, he didn't know how long they'd stood holding each other, but when he glanced down, she was gazing at the tree.

"When you're ready, come inside and I'll make you some lunch." Henry then kissed the top of her head and disappeared into the house with both dogs trailing after him.

She took a seat on the bench, picked up the notebook, and wrote several lines. When she was finished, she carefully put the container back in the same spot. It was when she glanced up that she noticed small buds on the tree. Soon they'd be open and before long the garden would be strewn with blossom. She couldn't think any further ahead but for the moment she didn't need to. For once her mind had fallen silent and she was content to rejoin her husband.

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