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corvidcrossbow · 5 months ago

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~•♡•~ Total Eclipse Of The Heart

➳ Summary: You take Daryl to watch the 2017 solar eclipse (Daryl x GN!Reader)

➳ Setting: Southern Virginia, August 21st, 2017 (in the 6 year timeskip in season 9)

➳ Word count: 1.6k

➳ C/W: Nothing

➳ A/N: Simple thing cuz I hated Leah watching something as special as the eclipse w/ Daryl in the show cuz I DO NOT LIKE her ass so I rewrote it cuz I believe there's few things more bonding than watching an eclipse with someone. Whippin out the dad music reference on this one. (I am working on reqs! I just have training for my job which my boss very reassuringly dubbed “bootcamp” and health shit is beating my ass I need to call like 3 specialty clinics again um 🗿)

“Ya ever gon’ tell me where we goin'?”

“Nope. Almost there,” You replied, a cheeky grin on your face as you swiveled your head back to glance at Daryl who sat behind you on his motorcycle. You'd dragged him out of his guilt-ridden solitude in the forest and demanded he get on, saying you needed to show him something and would not be taking ‘nah’ for an answer. You'd been driving southwest for nearly two hours now, headed towards something specific.

Daryl had little sense of the date, having spent nearly the last 3 ½ years out in the woods, wrapped up in his search for Rick. You stayed with him from time to time, Carol checking in as well, but he was too stubborn to go home with either of you no matter how many times you urged it. Even if he knew the day, you weren't sure he'd even know why it was special.

You, however, had been tracking the calendar and lunar cycles, and kept one specific date and pattern in your mind for the last 7 years; August 21st, 2017. You remembered ages ago, reading on science forums and listening to programs on the television, that today, the paths of the moon and the sun would perfectly align and grace a total solar eclipse across the entirety of the United States.

Your lives were such shit in so many ways: flesh eating, rotting corpses snarling after you at every second, run in after run in with malicious and corrupt people and groups, the lack of food, water, shelter and security, so many people gone – and that didn't include everything from before the dead reawoke. And with Daryl unadmittably depressed after the bridge, you would've done anything to show him there were other things in life to focus on. To live for.

So you left Alexandria early in the morning, found Daryl's camp, and forced him to join you. At first he'd thought something godawful had once again disturbed the communities, so bad you couldn’t tell him. But when you started driving the opposite direction, he grew confused and repeatedly asked what was going on, yet you never gave him an answer. Still, he trusted it was important – trusted you – and let you lead him.

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You pulled off the side of the road, powering down the engine and putting up the kickstand, sliding off and stepping to walk into the forest. You'd gone further down into Virginia, knowing that was closer to totality. It wouldn't be complete, but the distance made a difference. “Alright, c'mon.”

Daryl grabbed your wrist, tugging you back and catching your attention, his eyebrows narrowed. “Really? Tha hell's s’all this? Ya haul me'ah hundred miles away tah walk in tha damn forest?”

“Ya spend all your time in a forest anyway, Dixon.” His expression hardered a little, and you sighed. “Please just follow me. I promise you, it's worth it.”

He looked over the features of your face, judging the sentiment they conveyed, and after a moment let you go. You were already here, no point in going back now. As you spun back around, he begrudgingly trailed after you.

You scanned the environment as you went, stopping near an opening in the canopy of trees that gave view to the sky. You could tell by the slanting of shadows and the slightly abnormal shape of light above you that the process had already begun, all that was left was to observe. So you set your bag down and sat, motioning for Daryl to as well.

“Thi'sa picnic or sum?” He questioned, grunting a little as he unsurely slung his belongings off his shoulder to the ground and did the same, settling beside you.

“Could be, I do have some food.” He didn't seem amused. “But no, not a picnic. You know what the day is? Any idea why it's meaningful?”

“Ts'summer, kno’ tha’. M'ah supposed tah kno’?”

“Maybe, I don't expect you to. Here.” You twisted and opened your bag, reaching for a welding mask you'd brought along and passed it to him. “Look at the sun.”

The archer eyed the facial shield, then you, but listened and held it to his face before shifting his gaze up. He squinted, taking sight of the arc carving that ate into the historically circular form of the burning celestial body. And you explained; “It's August 21st… 2017.”

He had to think for a bit. “Tha eclipse?” He lowered the mask and peered back at you. Memories lodged deep in the layers of his mind sparked; learning about eclipses way back in highschool and hearing his teacher mention it, then the annular one in ‘94 and seeing pictures plastered all over the news where they discussed the future.

“Yeah, thought we should see it. It'll look better down here, not perfect, but still… and the lens on that is dark enough it shouldn't hurt our eyes,” You answered, taking your own look before laying back and using your bag as a pillow. It wasn't particularly comfortable, but that's roughly the last thing you cared about right now.

He couldn't help but just stare for a minute, studying how nonchalant you were about everything. How you'd so easily removed him from his rut when so many other attempts had failed, even with his cluelessness around your intentions – like some larger force took hold and finally willed him to break his destructive routine.

Daryl sprawled out next to you on the forest floor, trading the welding shield back and forth over the course of the next half hour, as well as a piece of paper to see the casted geometry. You both watched as more and more of the sun was etched away, taking mental images each time and comparing the new form to the old. It was mostly quiet, lost in similar awe but varying thoughts. You inched closer every time it was his turn, assuming he noticed but didn't point it out.

“Y'know… total solar eclipses are meant to be when the deities and energies fuse, just as the paths do. A window for opportunities and transformation… time for change,” You commented, recalling all people said about the symbolism of such an event. He gave an ‘Mm’, just so you knew he'd heard you, but paid more attention to the progression in the ethers.

The world around you began to rapidly darken, a sliver of orange glow visible in the makeshift glasses. Knowing it was close, you slid your left palm into his right, weaving fingers together, and he returned the hold, still remaining absorbed in the view.

The moon crossed over the sun – at least as best it would from your vantage point; golden rays illuminating around solid black. As Daryl's eyes locked on the sky, taking it all in, yours locked on him, choosing to watch him over a potentially once in a lifetime occurrence. He lowered the mask to briefly see it fully, now reaching for the sheet.

He looked at peace, maybe for the first time in his life: the constant storm of thoughts that persistently clouded his mind finally parting, even if for just a small moment. You witnessed the glitter of genuine emotion return to his blue's, something you'd feared was so long abandoned it may have been forgotten. Rich browns of his wavy hair glowed iridescent auburns when shimmers of sunlight peeked through the leaves, perfectly complementing everything about his being.

You knew you each needed that change.

“I love you.”

He took a second, making sure the sound of your voice was real and not crafted by his own imagination. His head turned, somewhat staggered to find your eyes already meeting his. It was impossible to rip away, your visions warping together as you seemed to merge, entranced by the little crescents that reflected on each other's irises. His free hand ditched the paper and reached over as he partly rolled to his side.

“For a long time.”

In fluid movements, Daryl's calloused fingers smoothed across the delicate skin on your cheek, leaning in and bringing you to him in a longing kiss. You didn't entirely expect it, although you didn't expect anything in particular at all, too unsure of how he'd react. But you pushed back against him, deepening the kiss and paying no thought to anything beside how it felt to finally overlap with him – till he broke away.

“I love ya too,” He mused, accent thickening in the confession. When you opened your mouth to continue, he shut you up with another peck and angled your face straight above. “Watch. M'not bein’ tha reason ya miss this.”

Words could wait, but the eclipse would not. So you obliged, cuddling closer to him and squeezing his hand as birds and insects sung in a concerned ensemble triggered by the daylight's disappearance.

The tranquility was eerie, a sensation mostly left in the rubble of society and replaced by prevalent chaos. You wondered if the feeling was shared elsewhere; at home with everyone in Alexandria, with survivors across the entire rest of the country. Maybe those who didn't know thought the holy spirit was returning to rescue your raptured souls. Did the walkers pause to look too? Everything so out of the ordinary it caught their attention?

But none of that mattered to you, because you had it here. And you basked in it with the one person you'd always hoped you would've.

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cinnaleaf · 1 month ago

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ESSENCE OF US - CH 8: RING OF FIRE*

Please read responsibly. This fic will get hot and heavy as the story progresses, 18+ only MDNI | READ CH 7 | MASTERLIST | READ CH 9

summary: a fleeting encounter with a mysterious Trent leaves you wondering if fate is playing a bigger match. your paths continue to cross in unexpected places as the fragrances around you mirror the growing tension between you. maybe it's just a coincidence..or maybe its destiny in the making.

warnings: FLUFF, SMUT, ANGST, unprotected sex, language, implied anxiety genre: angst, fluff, slow(ish) burn romance wc: ~8.1k a/n: there’s an irl solar eclipse today…idk how i managed that perfectly but if ur cheeks don't hurt after reading ur lying!

*ring of fire eclipse signifies passionate feelings that are burning inside, refusing to be hidden any longer.

The next morning, you woke up feeling heaviness in your chest that wouldn’t go away. It clung to you in a thick and suffocating way, pressing down harder with each minute. A persistent reminder of the night before lingered in your mind, and quite frankly, it rattled the hell out of you. You turned over in bed, your eyes landing on Trent’s beautiful sleeping face. His arm was blanketed around you like he wanted to keep you attached to him, even in his dreams. Usually, waking up to him felt like you were on cloud nine, but today there was a feeling in your chest that couldn’t be settled.

How could he be so sure he loves me? I don’t get it.

You were replaying his words over and over, trying to search for any cracks in sincerity. You knew there were none, but you couldn’t help yourself. Trent wouldn't say something like that without meaning it, but the more you thought about it, the more it terrified you. Those four letters had way more meaning:

Love is like a cosmic dance that defies time, space, and all reason. It’s not supposed to make sense. It’s like when a solar eclipse swallows the sky. It’s fascinating, but leaves you feeling breathless during its shadow. You can’t even look at it for long without feeling overwhelmed, as if you glanced at something too infinite for basic human understanding. It wasn’t something you could control or prepare for in advance. There was no going back if you crossed that point, there was no safety net to catch you.

Yet here he was, loving you openly and so purely, but you couldn’t accept it because you didn’t understand why, and you didn’t want to fail. You hated not having control. You needed to think through every possible outcome before diving in, you needed to be sure. Sometimes you wish you could just hop outside of your body to stop thinking for a while, just to have a little break before diving back in.

Trent’s sleepy eyes opened, focusing on you. “Goodmorning, my love.” His hand tightened its hold on you, pulling you close. He kept his gaze on you, studying you like he knew something was off. “Morning..” you whispered back, tears already pooling in your eyes. You wanted to turn around before he noticed, but he kept looking at you.

“You okay?” he asked, voice hesitant. You nodded, because what else were you supposed to say? The truth? That you’re scared? That saying ‘I love you’ feels like stepping off a cliff, and you’re not sure if there’s anything there to catch you? He could tell something wasn’t right, but he knew not to push you. You were grateful for his patience, but honestly, you felt like you didn’t deserve him. He needed more than someone with so much fear. He deserved someone who wouldn’t be afraid to love him back, loudly.

“I’m fine,” you managed to say. You weren’t fine, and he could see right through you.

Trent didn’t mean to overwhelm you last night, but he couldn’t help it. You were more than just a girl he was dating. You were his person. When he had to spend time away from you, he counted down the minutes until he could see you again. He didn’t want to lose you. He knew there was no one else for him. He was deeply, madly, in love with you, and the thought of scaring you away because he said it too soon gutted him.

“Why do you love me?” you asked, turning to face him fully as you sat up in bed. “I don’t understand. Why me? What makes you so sure? How did you figure it out? Love is a really strong word and I just–”

Trent mirrored your movement by sitting close to you, he could tell your thoughts were spiralling so he left enough space between you so that you would be comfortable. He gently reached for your hand, pressing it against his chest. You felt his heart racing beneath your hand, fast and rhythmical. His heart was thudding like it wanted to break free, forcing you to silence the chaotic mess in your head as the beat pounded against your palm to ground you. His hand covered yours, holding it steady. “You feel that Y/N?? I’ve never felt anything like this before..for anyone.”

“I didn’t plan for any of this...for you,” he said softly, his voice cracking as he spoke. He placed a delicate kiss on your wrist, looking back up at you as he continued. “We ended up here somehow. You changed my whole life.”

The pure candour of his words flooded you with emotion, but he didn’t stop. He wiped a tear away that fell from your eye with his other hand. “I wasn’t planning on taking the train that day..I usually drive. And then I saw you sitting there and I felt like I needed to talk to you.” You could feel his heartbeat speed up under your hand, matching the depth of his words. He was just as terrified as you. Trent leaned in to kiss your temple, lingering there to take the scent of you in. You let yourself sink into him to feel the thud of his heart against your hand, it spoke in a language that only the two of you could understand.

“And the caf��..” he whispered, pulling back to look you in the eye. “I don’t even like coffee like that, but something was pulling me there that day. Never felt anything like it before.. I couldn’t resist it.” Your breath caught in your throat as the memory flashed in your mind. He looked so out of place both times, yet the only person who seemed to notice him was you. It was impossible not to.

“Paris…” he murmured. “Wasn’t supposed to be there either. I got an invite last minute and decided to go. But then I saw you and realized I was right where I needed to be.” The tears you were trying to keep at bay started spilling over your lower lash line, his heartbeat keeping you from drowning in your fears. “Y/N. You’re my heart, my everything. I’m scared of losing you. If this world is kind, it’ll keep us together forever. But if it doesn’t..I’ll always look for you again. In this lifetime, in the next... Every single time. Nobody but you, Y/N. You’re the one for me.”

You tried to tell him how much his words meant to you, how much you needed to hear them; but the lump in your throat wouldn’t let you. The love that radiated off of him felt so strong, so powerful, that you couldn’t pull away this time. Instead, you let out a shaky laugh, wiping your tears with your hand. “Trent..why do you sound like you’re about to propose to me right now or something?” His eyes danced with amusement, but there was also seriousness in his tone when he replied to you. “I mean..I don’t have a ring right now. But if that’s what you need to know how much I love you, I’ll get down on one knee right now. I’m not afraid to spend the rest of my life with you. Think I’d prefer it, really. I want you for as long as the stars shine…” You laughed, still crying as you shook your head in disbelief. “Stop..” “I’m serious Y/N” his voice grew softer as the humour faded into something more infinite, beyond human understanding. “I know none of this shit makes sense to you right now, but I need you to understand you’re everything I’ve ever wanted. I need you to feel the love I have for you, I need you to see it. I love your voice, your smile, that beautiful face of yours. I want to wake up next to you everyday. I’ll say it a billion times if I have to…”

He leaned in and kissed the tip of your nose, “I love you..”

Your heart felt like it may burst out of your chest, but before you could respond to him, he kissed your tear streaked cheek. “I love you..”

He moved lower, brushing his lips against your jaw as he whispered again, “I love you..”

Tears continued to stream down your face and he tilted your chin up, making you look deep into his brown eyes. It felt so intense that it had you holding your breath. “I love–,” he started again, the words spilling from him like a mantra of vows. But this time, you found yourself saying it with him, your voices blending in perfect unison.

“I love you.”

Both of you sat there in silence, letting the words settle over you. Trent’s thumb lightly traced over your lips, and you both looked at each other. A smirk tugged at the corners of you and Trent’s lips, and as if on cue again, you both burst out laughing. “The sun is barely up and we’re being a little too serious for my liking. What was that?” you giggled, wiping away the rest of your tears. He pulled you back into his arms, chuckling. “Doing everything backwards again, huh? Wouldn’t change a thing, though. I meant every word..don’t care if I sound ridiculous.” His arms tightened around you, swaddling you so that he could be as close to you as possible. You stayed like that for a while, breathing him in as your hearts synchronised into the perfect soundtrack. It was love in its rawest form.

When you unlocked the doors to Les Notes d’Amour a few hours later, sunlight spilled through the windows. It felt like your whole world was lit up with a golden glow. You had a little pep in your step today, your pupils were still slightly dilated, your cheeks were aching from smiling so much. You were in a dreamy haze thinking about how Trent’s heartbeat felt under your palm, like it was anchoring you to keep you from drifting away from him. The words he spoke earlier echoed around in your head.

I’ll always look for you again. In this lifetime, in the next…

You smiled as you moved throughout the shop to set things up for the day. You were pulling items out of your bag when you realized you mistakenly grabbed Trent's iPad instead of your own. You laughed, becoming aware of how distracted you were before you even left the house. Trent had a picture of you on the lock screen – both of you were wrapped up in each other, his arm was around you tightly as your hand cupped the side of his face gently. You were both laughing, faces pressed close together while his lips brushed your cheek. It was pure, unfiltered joy...the kind that makes you believe in serendipity.

“Okayyy..I need to get it together, this is ridiculous,” you whispered to yourself, trying to snap yourself out of it as Tara and Ember walked in, but the picture was still floating around in your mind. Tara was bouncing with energy, very clearly excited for the first official day. She glanced around the shop, taking everything in with curiosity and eagerness. Ember seemed to be more measured, taking everything in intensely without saying much.

“Good morning, ladies!” you greeted, trying to shake your thoughts from Trent.

You walked them through the ins and outs of Les Notes d’Amour, gesturing around the boutique. “Quick rundown..this place is like my baby. There’s a story behind every fragrance, but I usually don’t share the actual story..just the scent. I like to let the scent tell the story for me. When you go back to smell it, it brings you right back to that memory..no matter how long it’s been.” Ember nodded thoughtfully, taking in the atmosphere. Tara was excited, eager to dive into whatever you had planned.

“Today we’re focusing on the Rêveur release,” you continued, pulling out Trent’s iPad to go over all the little details. As soon as you unlocked it, the photo on the screen caught Tara’s eye. She squinted for a second and then her eyes widened in recognition. “Wait..is that Trent? LFC Trent?” she blurted out, pointing at the screen. “Uh, yeah..that’s him,” you replied modestly. Tara’s jaw dropped. “No way! I thought all the leaks on SpillTheBeansUK were fake!” she exclaimed. “No offence to you or anything, but I assumed it was all gossip. Like ‘Ooh, Trent has this mystery girl that keeps popping up’..yeah right! I thought it was all PR because those tea pages are always fishing for any info. You could feed them anything and people will start connecting dots that don’t even exist.”

You laughed at her rant, mostly because of her enthusiasm about the topic. “Nope. That’s my man..I was just at his house this morning.” You didn’t mean to say all of that, but once the words were out, it wasn’t like you could take them back. Tara’s eyes widened as she adjusted her glasses, and Ember glanced at the photo. “Sooo, do you live with him?” Ember asked in a curious yet calm tone. You froze, realizing how much you were letting slip. Technically, you didn’t live together but it was starting to feel that way. You shook your head and pivoted the convo. “No, not officially,” you said, clearing your throat. “But let’s focus on the release..we have so much to do.”

Tara looked like she wanted to ask more questions, but she didn’t push further. Usually the blends you made were personal, it was meant to be shared in a way that kept the details private. But with Rêveur things were different. It wasn’t just a scent anymore. People wanted to know the story. All of it. “I’ve been dying to smell ‘The Trent Scent,’ Ember said, bringing you back out of your thoughts.

Why does everyone keep calling it that? It’s Rêveur! you thought to yourself.

“Do you have a sample?” You nodded, reaching under the counter for a small vial of Rêveur. “I still have some small tweaks to make, but here it is..” They both eagerly leaned in as you took the cap off the vial; the scent immediately filled the air and they both inhaled deeply.

“Oh shit,” Tara said with wide eyes. “Sorry for my language but this is insane! It’s going to sell out so fast” You smiled, trying to shake off the daze you were still in. “Yep, that’s the goal. We need to make sure the pre-order system is set up right, though. It’s a limited release for charity, so there’s no room for mistakes, okay?” Tara nodded, but she was too caught up in how good the fragrance smelled. Ember was a bit more focused, looking over the website on the iPad as you walked them through the process.

“Once the website goes live, everything will be set. We can’t mess this up. Double check everything,” you reiterated.

As Tara and Ember worked on setting up the website, you felt yourself drifting back into your thoughts. You didn’t say I love you to Trent the night before, and you felt like a fool for making him wonder overnight–it was the second time you did that to him. Camille told you to take things slow and ride the wave, but it was clear that ship sailed long before she warned you. Instead, you were at sea, floating between this chaotic buoyancy of certainty and uncharted waters. The beauty of it was all about letting go and allowing yourself to be swept away.

You were the moon, always showing up in phases to hide parts of yourself depending on your cycle of emotions. Sometimes you felt full and bright, and other times you completely withdrew yourself, becoming barely a sliver of light. Your anxiety had you in a constant flux like the changing of the moon. When Trent was near, you felt like you could bask in his light. It didn’t matter if you were in the middle of a storm or a dark phase, you were drawn to him either way.

You absentmindedly brought your hand up to your face and smelled the scent of his aftershave lingering on your fingers from when you opened the vial of Rêveur for Tara and Ember. The scent was like a Pavlovian trigger now, pulling you further into your thoughts about him. Rêveur wasn’t just a fragrance now. It was him etching into every fibre of you. It was a little ironic, huh? You built a life around creating different scents and stories, but your story with Trent was spilling directly into your career. You always had your heart in everything you created, but you tried to keep the personal stories behind the blends private. There was no separation with Rêveur, though. Everyone knew you made it for him. The line between your personal and professional life was blurring, intertwining itself into a carefully crafted chain of events set by the universe. Maybe that was okay for once. He showed his love for you in so many different ways, and now it was time for you to show how much you truly loved him. You wanted to show him just how bright you could shine for him too, so you picked up your phone.

We should record an announcement for Rêveur..lmk what you think?

T 🌅: You sure?? I’m down if that’s what you want. Sounds fun!

100% sure! Let’s do it I miss you by the way

T 🌅: Miss you too baby. Getting a little distracted at training.

You giggled imagining him trying to focus on work outs while your morning replayed in his mind just as much as yours.

FOCUS T! I can’t be blamed if there’s a bad match..I’m just a girl

T 🌅: Nah, I got this. I play better knowing you’re watching anyway. Just thinking about you is all.

You stared at his words, grinning from ear to ear, but then three little dots popped up and he sent another message that made your stomach flutter like there were thousands of butterflies inside.

T 🌅: Coming home tonight?

Home. In a way, his place was starting to feel like that. He’d come to your apartment after training to tell you about his day, an upcoming match, or a funny video he saw on the internet while his things slowly littered your apartment as the months went on. You two would sit on your couch chatting about any, and everything until it was late. You never wanted him to leave when it was time for him to go, so instead, you kept packing overnight bags until half of your belongings conjoined with his. You knew where you wanted to be, there was no doubt in your mind about it.

Yes! Why is that even a question?

T 🌅: It wasn’t. Just wanted you to say it so I’d have an excuse to pick you up from work lol. Be there after I’m done here. I love you.

Ooo you’re smooth. I love you too, my dreamer boy 😘

T 🌅: Your dreamer boy? I like that. Can’t wait to see your beautiful face baby 😮‍💨

You were going to shoot another text back, but you knew he would keep going if you didn’t stop now. His little short texts were turning into yapping sessions too. You loved it, but you needed to get back to work. The quicker this day was over, the faster you would be able to see him again, and you couldn’t wait. You tucked your phone back into your pocket, biting your bottom lip, still smiling to yourself. Tara and Ember were working diligently on the website to prepare the pre-order page. You didn’t notice Tara’s hesitation when she set the pre-order quantity, accidentally allowing unlimited orders instead of the limited release batch you were carefully planning. Thoughts of Trent still clouded your mind with the scent of Rêveur clinging to your fingertips. Your work, your lives, your love–it was blending into a custom crafted selection that was made just for the two of you. The seed of love that was planted months before was blooming and growing beautifully.

Hours later, the sun dipped below the horizon, signalling the day was nearly over while Tara and Ember finished putting the lasting final touches on the pre-order website. It was nice to loosen the reins. For once, you didn’t have to worry about doing it all on your own. Hiring an assistant was suddenly something you felt like you should’ve done a long time ago. Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door opening–you felt the magnetic tension you always felt when Trent was around. He walked in casually, but he looked like he was ready to leave immediately, for obvious reasons.

“Hey,” you both said at the same time, smiling at each other.

Was this going to be a new thing now? Finishing each other’s sentences?

His hand reached for yours, interlocking his fingers with yours. Tara and Ember exchanged knowing glances before you spoke again. “Tara..Ember, this is Trent. Trent..these are my new assistants.” Tara's eyes widened, she was clearly excited but trying to hide it. “Oh! Nice to meet you!” she exclaimed, her voice almost too perky. It wasn’t over the top, but she was definitely trying to hold back her inner fangirl. It was understandable, he was mesmerising.

“Nice to meet both of you. Y/N definitely needed you two,” he replied, glancing at you in a teasing way. You playfully rolled your eyes, leaning into his shoulder. Ember was more poised and offered him a professional nod, but you saw the way her gaze studied the personal dynamic between you and Trent. “Nice to meet you too,” Ember stated smoothly and politely. Trent leaned in, kissing the top of your head, “Ready to go home, Y/N?” he asked, immediately shifting Tara and Ember’s attention. You mentioned you weren’t officially living together earlier when they asked, but the way he said it made it seem like you weren’t being fully honest, even though it wasn’t really any of their business. Things were progressing quicker than everyone originally thought.

“Mhm, just give me a minute,” you stated in a sing-songy voice, it became clear to them you were in deep. Tara couldn’t contain her curiosity and subtly pulled out her phone as her fingers flew over the screen to text her footie group chat.

Tara: T IS AT MY JOB. HE’S WITH Y/N SHE’S RELEASING THE TRENT SCENT

Nosy Girlie 1: shut the fuck up!! is he hot irl? what does it smell like?? do u get a free one? Y/N is so lucky omd she’s so pretty too ugh

Nosy Girlie 2: TELL US EVERYTHING

Tara: they’re acc sooo cute they’re fully obsessed with each other i can tell the other girl here asked Y/N if they lived together earlier and she didn’t really answer BUUUT he asked if she was ready to go home just now, they defo live together!! the aftershave she made him smells so good, i want one!! gonna keep my eyes open but i need to keep this job so i can’t do too much haha DON’T TELL ANYONE

Nosy Girlie 1: 🤞🫡

You were oblivious to the texts flying behind you as you prepared to leave. Ember was a lot more composed and got up quickly when you asked her to turn everything off so everyone could head home. “Almost done,” you told Trent, giving him a peck on the cheek. He pulled you in closer like he didn’t want to let you go. “Can’t wait to get home,” he whispered, sending shockwaves through your nervous system. Trent leaned against the door as you gave final instructions to Tara and Ember, admiring you navigate through the storefront before everyone made their way to the door; you locked the door behind you, finally ready to head home.

Like always, his hand naturally found its place on your thigh once you got in the car. Your bare legs were exposed from your dress as his fingers grazed your skin. If his hand wasn’t on your waist, it was there. Always.

“Okay..” you started, breaking the comfortable silence, “we need to make the Rêveur announcement really interesting. We can’t just post some boring picture like you always do. Let’s do something fun and make it ours.” You shifted in the passenger seat, glancing over at him. He was focused on the road but you could tell he was in the mood to yap.

“Yeah? You’re my creative director now, huh? Tell me about it, baby.” he teased, squeezing your inner thigh enough to make you squirm. You grinned and bit your bottom lip, partially to stop yourself from laughing and the other because his touch was sparking something in your lower core.

“Hmm, maybe something like.. ‘Tea with T’. Like a short video, really casual. We’ll answer all the burning questions people wanna know and we just sit there and yap about it. Then we’ll announce the pre-orders at the end, and have the orders go live the day of the gala.” Trent shook his head, keeping his eyes on the road. “You really thought all this through or did you just want an excuse to hear my voice on record?”

You nudged him with your elbow before moving your hand up to cup his chin, tracing his jawline. “Oh, hush! People want to know about the man behind footie and Rêveur. You can’t say no to me anyway. We’re a team now.”

“Baby, I think they’ll honestly just want to see you. You’re the star in all this. I’m just here for the ride.”

The car continued to cruise towards his house while the two of you bantered back and forth, laughing and teasing each other. You loved how things could be playful one minute, and then deep in conversation the next. The dynamic was always shifting, yet somehow the two of you were always in sync.

“You know.. I’ve been thinking about how great you sound moaning my name all day. Couldn’t wait for this fucking day to end,” he stated abruptly, turning on the road to his house.

“Trent!”

He laughed, pulling up to the house as the car slowed. “Yeah, yelling my name works too..”

Both of you entered the house hand in hand as Trent slipped his trainers off with his opposite foot. “Got a surprise for you, baby,” he stated simply, flashing a cheeky grin. He pulled a box out of his pocket and your eyes widened. The box was small...like really small. It looked like a ring box and your brain went into overdrive.

Wait...no. He wouldn’t? Is that..oh my god..

“Trent..what are you doing right now?” you blurted out, panic rising as you stared at him.

He smirked, biting his lip and ran his hand over his mouth to keep from laughing. He was loving it. You, on the other hand, felt like your heart was about to beat out of your chest when he got down on one knee and looked up at you with the most angelic eyes. Your mouth went dry.

There’s no fucking way..

You stood there frozen, trying to figure out if this was real life or if you were in some weird dream. “Trent..get up please,” you whined, unsure if you wanted to laugh, cry, or pass out. He cracked, laughing so much his eyes were watery. “Relax, Y/N. I wouldn’t ask you like this. It’s just a gift, baby.” He opened the box, and instead of a ring, you saw a dainty necklace with the letter “T” on it, gleaming brightly in the light from the living room. “You’re sooo annoying,” you laughed, feeling the tension melt into playfulness. He stood up, still laughing from the way you reacted. “Sorry, couldn’t resist,” he said, holding the necklace up for you to see up close. “You like it? I can get something else if you don’t.” You ran your fingers over the dainty lettered charm. So maybe it wasn’t a ring, but it didn’t need to be. A necklace was perfectly suitable for now. “I love it.”

“Come here,” he said, in a low and sultry voice. He stepped behind you to clasp the necklace around your neck. The subtle brush of his fingers against the sensitive skin behind your neck sent a rush of heat through your body. Once the necklace was on, you faced him, noticing how his eyes fixated on the letter T. You pulled him close to you, reaching up to kiss his lips slowly and softly. Trent’s hands grazed your upper back before settling on your waist, gripping you tightly against him. You pulled away slightly, whispering against his lips. “I love you.”

You meant that. You were finally ready to admit it to yourself and to others. You wanted him to know it too.

“I love you too,” he smiled against your lips before continuing to kiss you again. “Want all of you. Forever. For as long as the stars shine, my love.” The words sank into you like the sweetest honey, melting away the last of your lingering doubts. His lips trailed down to your neck, nipping and biting you softly.

“Damn, you smell good. What is that??” he murmured against your neck. You were wearing the same vanilla and amber scent you wore on your date night. Something about it drove him up the wall last time, so you made a mental note to test it out on him more. “You’re driving me mad, y’know that?” He scooped you into his arms, your legs hanging over his arm as he made his way upstairs to the bedroom. You could feel how hard he was already, and it was riling you up.

“Trent..” you didn’t mean to sound so desperate, but it came out more like a pleading moan. He laid you on the edge of the bed, removing your dress as he kissed the soft skin above your belly button. The air felt cool but it didn’t last for very long considering the way he was kissing you. His hands and lips were all over your body, drinking you in like he couldn’t resist you. Your back arched when he slid your panties down. He looked at you like you were the most gorgeous girl he ever saw in his life.

“So fucking beautiful,” he groaned, parting your legs open for him. “Your pussy is so wet too. You want this just as bad as me, huh?” He slipped his finger inside of you and you let out a moan that was a cross between “yes” and “more”. He had you tongue tied already and you were barely getting started. “I need you..” you begged in a trembling voice. He groaned, slowly working his fingers inside you in a rhythmic motion that had you whimpering and writhing. “Talk to me baby. Tell me how good it feels."

“So..so fucking...good,” you gasped. “I need you inside me.” He finger fucked you faster, a cocky grin spreading across his face. “Hmm? I can’t hear you, my love. Tell me.”

“I want you. I need you on me and inside me. Please..” You were getting frustrated at this point. Teasing was fun, but you needed him to fuck you into oblivion. He pulled his fingers out of you, smiling like he was impressed with the way you were begging for him. “Play with your tits while I get undressed, baby. I wanna see you.”

Your jaw opened slightly, surprised but extremely turned on by his command, so you did what he asked; brushing your fingers over your nipples. The sensation made you arch your back again while you watched him get naked for you. He was watching you, quickly discarding his clothing aside. “You’re so sexy like this,” he muttered, keeping his eyes glued to the sight of you playing with your nipples. When he took his boxer briefs off, the sight of his thick dick made your mouth water. He launched himself onto the bed, latching his mouth onto one of your sensitive nipples.

“Oh god,” you moaned, trembling as his wet tongue flicked around your nipples, his mouth sucking with just the right amount of pressure. The throbbing between your legs intensified and you were literally dripping for him. You reached down between your bodies to find his hard cock, wrapping it around your hand and stroking it as you guided him to your pussy. “I need you so bad right now.” He grinned, pushing into you as you let out a string of moans. The sensation of him filling you and the stimulation from your nipples had you nearly cumming already.

“I feel you squeezing me baby. You gonna cum for me already?” he groaned through a strained voice, thrusting into you harder. You couldn’t even form any words at this point and instead nodded frantically, feeling the tension in your core snap violently. His hand gripped your thighs, pulling your legs up over his shoulder to get a deeper angle. The new sensation had you almost crying from how good it felt, your vision went white as your orgasm ripped through and you clenched around him.

“Fuckk, ohmygod! ohmygod!” you screamed, gripping the sheets. He didn’t stop though, he was just getting started. His thrusts were relentless, pounding into you. “That's it baby. You look so beautiful like this.” The pressure built inside of you again, but something felt different this time. Your entire body tensed, and a rush of liquid surged through your core before you could stop it. Your eyes flew open, and you cried out, gripping his bicep as you moaned his name loudly.

“You just squirted all over me baby...I fucking love it,” Trent said through ragged breaths. It spurred him on, he was proud and feeling confident as he continued to pound you, making you cum over and over again. You couldn’t remember the exact formula you used in the perfume you were wearing, but you were definitely going to figure it out if this was the result every time you wore it. He took one last deep thrust, and you felt his cock twitch inside of you, spilling his cum inside of you as he pushed it in deeper with slow, sensual thrusts. You were both out of breath and sweaty when it was all finished, but there was love spread across both of your faces. Trent slid out of you, making you miss the fullness as he laid beside you, kissing on your collarbone and playing with the “T” necklace that sat directly over your heart. “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too,” you whispered back, massaging his head with a shaky hand. You were still trembling from everything, but you loved every second of it. “My dreamer boy.”

The next couple of days flew by. You were still on cloud nine from everything, feeling fucking phenomenal. Superb sex, multiple amazing hair days, and a lot more free time with the help of your assistants. You didn’t have to be at the store constantly anymore, and it felt nice.

Today, you and Trent were at Camille’s estate, where a crew was setting up for ‘Tea with T’. The garden space was breathtaking, everything was over the top and there were flowers in full bloom, with a stunning glass greenhouse in the backdrop. Camille’s family didn't do anything small, they loved to create spaces that felt like you were walking straight into a glamourous fairytale. You sat in a canvas chair, getting your hair and makeup touched up. You could feel yourself getting nervous as the butterflies fluttered around in your stomach. You weren’t used to being on camera, but with Trent you were willing to tackle it together. The window to your private world was about to be cracked wide open, for everyone to see.

Trent was leaning casually against a stone pillar, watching you in awe. “You look amazing,” he said with a smile. He was a lot more relaxed than you were and it instantly calmed you. He was wearing his usual attire, like he was just there for a chill afternoon with you, and not the beginning of a major reveal. “Thank you..everything good over there?” you asked, trying to mirror his casual tone, although you were a complete bundle of nerves on the inside. “Just waiting on you, pretty girl,” he replied with a grin. You watched the crew bustle around, setting up cameras and adjusting lighting while they prepared to film. Trent was completely unphased by all the activity, and was scrolling on his phone while he waited for you. The chemistry between the two of you was loud, even when you weren’t speaking.

The two of you were alike, yet so different at the same time–like yin and yang. He was so nonchalant and confident, meanwhile you were always so keyed up about everything. Somehow, it always worked. “Nervous?” he asked, looking back at you to catch your eye. “Uh..maybe a little,” you admitted, trying to downplay it a little. “I’m definitely not used to all of this.” He decided to soothe you with his confidence, walking over to you and pressing a kiss to your temple. “Just have fun with it. Pretend we’re having a chat like always, it’ll be fine. You got this, baby.”

The camera crew was almost ready to start filming when you sat down at the table, fidgeting in your seat and adjusting the denim Miu Miu mini dress you were wearing. The T charm necklace rested perfectly against your skin; you were also wearing a dainty bracelet with the number 66 on it that you purchased the day before to match your necklace, though Trent hadn’t noticed it yet. You glanced over at him, catching Trent staring at you like he couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

“Can you stop staring at me like that? You’re making me nervous,” you teased, adjusting your position to look at him out of the corner of your eye. Trent was casually sitting next to you, slowly sipping his tea. “Can’t. You look too good in that dress, baby.” You rolled your eyes, trying to maintain your focus. “We’re supposed to be talking about Rêveur! You can’t stare at me the whole time. I know we’re supposed to be having fun with it, but take it seriously.”

“I am taking it seriously. Can’t be mad at me for having a beautiful creative director and enjoying the view.” You glared at him playfully, “Well..it’s not like you put any thought into your posts so..somebody had to do it.” One of the crew members approached the table with a clipboard and headphones, “Okay, you two. We’re almost ready to roll,” she said, checking off a few things on her list. “We’re going for a laid back vibe, so just keep doing what you’re doing. You guys seem natural.”

“Seem? We are natural,” Trent joked. You shook your head at him, mouthing at him to stop while the crew laughed. Another crew member waved you down to get your attention. “Y/N, Trent. We’re gonna do a countdown and start rolling. Just be yourselves and have fun with it. Okay?” You nodded, taking a deep breath as everyone took their places. Trent raised his tea, saluting the crew with a wink. “Easy!”

“We’re about to start,” you whispered nervously, leaning toward him. “I know,” he whispered back, sneaking his hand to rest on your knee under the table. “Relax, baby. I got you. I love you.” His simple touch and his words immediately calmed the last bit of your nerves. You smiled at him, telling him you love him too, and placed your hand over his before turning back to the camera.

“Places everyone!” a crew member called out. “Lights are a go, camera’s ready...rolling in 3..2..1..”

When the cameras started rolling, you took another deep breath and flashed a smile towards the lens. Trent leaned in slightly as his hallmark smile spread across his face. It was really unfair for him to look that good so easily, but you had to focus on the task at hand. “Welcome to Tea with T,” you began, your voice smooth with a hint of excitement. “We’re here to answer some of your burning questions, have a bit of fun, and maybe announce something special..” Trent’s hand still rested on your knee under the table. “Maybe,” he shrugged. “Let’s see if I feel like sharing all my secrets today.” The crew quietly laughed behind the camera, already loving the dynamic between the two of you. The chemistry was off the charts, and the lightheartedness of it made you feel less nervous which set the tone for the rest of filming.

“Alright,” one of the crew members stated. “Let’s start with something simple. How did you two meet?” You and Trent exchanged glances, smiling at each other. “We just kept ending up in the same spaces,” you admitted vaguely, glancing at Trent for some backup. “Yeah,” he chimed in, “we kept finding ourselves in the same places. Nothing too crazy.” He leaned back in the chair, grinning as he added, “The paps in Paris didn’t get my good side on the balcony though. Rookie moves, mate.” The crew laughed, entertained by the banter. Things were playful, and you wanted the audience to enjoy the mystery of your relationship without saying too much. People would probably think you were insane if you told them the true story anyway.

The crew read off the next question, “This one’s a goodie. Who said I love you first?” Trent looked at you, raising his brow. “You sure you want to answer this one?” You shrugged nonchalantly. “It’s what the people want to know.” You turned to the camera, laughing a bit. “Technically..he said it first. Fairly recently actually. But he was asleep when he did it. He told me over the phone in this groggy, mumbly voice.” Trent blinked, surprised and visibly confused. “Wait, what? I don’t remember that..”

“If she says that’s what happened, I’ll go with it,” he added with a laugh, shaking his head. “But I swear I don’t remember that at all.” The crew started laughing again, loving how genuine and carefree the energy was surrounding both of you. When the next question was asked, you grinned when you heard it.

“Okay..what’s one bad habit you both have?” Without even thinking about it, both of you answered in unison. “We talk too much!” The moment it left your mouths, you both looked at each other and started laughing, and the crew joined in–loving how in sync you were with him. You leaned into Trent, still giggling. “It’s true though. We get so caught up yapping that we don’t realize how many hours go by.”

“Yeah, it’s always a good time with her around,” Trent agreed, squeezing your knee affectionately.

The crew moved on to the next question. “What’s the best date you’ve had so far?”

You felt a flutter in your stomach thinking about the first official date. “Definitely the cooking date that got leaked online,” you said grinning. “We almost burned down the chef’s kitchen.” Trent laughed, shaking his head, “Yeah, she burnt our soufflé. Didn’t even get to have dessert, but the truffle pasta was delicious.”

“It wasn’t just me!” you protested. “We were both distracted..” Trent held up his hands, laughing. “Okay, I’ll admit that. We were distracted looking at her phone. She still owes me a soufflé though.”

“No..YOU owe me one,” you shot back, rolling your eyes. “But T’s actually not too bad in the kitchen. A little messy, but not bad.”

The next question was the one you were most excited for. “How did you come up with Rêveur?” a crew member read aloud, smiling at both of you. You glanced at Trent, who gave you a flirty look as he leaned in slightly. “We ended up at her shop the night of our date” he started, recalling the memory quite vividly. “Wasn’t even planned, really. But we stayed up all night working on it. She’s amazing at what she does.” Trent looked at you, smiling from ear to ear. “That was the night I asked her to be my girlfriend. The aftershave is something she made for me. She wanted to capture my footie dreams coming true..but it’s really a blend of both of us. She’s always in her head, daydreaming and crafting up something, so in a way there’s meaning in it for her too.”

You smiled back at him, feeling your heartbeat increase. “Yeah, it’s like an essence of us, I guess. But just so everyone knows..it’s Rêveur people. Not ‘The Trent Scent.’ The camera deadpanned on you, and you shot a playful glance. Trent chuckled, “Yeah, Y/N is very particular about names. Just call it ‘Dreamer’ if you really can’t pronounce it.”

The crew almost looked like they were having more fun than the two of you were, cracking up at nearly every little thing that was said. Everything about the way you two talked showed just how comfortable you were with each other. The banter came as second nature. It was something people watching would feel as soon as they played the video. After a while, a crew member broke up the laughter by chiming in with a question that wasn’t planned originally.

“So..Y/N..who’s your favorite LFC player?” You pretended to think deeply, playing it up with a dramatic pause. “Hmm...probably Ibou or Virgil. They’re definitely funnier than Trent. Sorry, babe.”

The crew erupted in laughter as Trent’s eyes widened in shock, cutting at you with a side eye. “Aye! You can’t say that here! This is Tea with T!” You grinned, leaning in close to the camera. “I’m kidding. But no, my man is my favorite,” you said, reaching for your necklace as your fingers grazed the dainty ‘T’ charm. The camera zoomed in to catch the intimate detail while the charm glinted in the sunlight.

Trent turned to you, grinning when he noticed the 66 bracelet on your wrist in the camera’s viewfinder. “Look at that,” he said in a surprised voice. “Didn’t know about that bracelet.” He gently grabbed your wrist to take a look at the bracelet. “You’re my good luck charm, yeah?” You didn’t expect him to notice right away, but when he did you felt your skin tingle. The crew was eating it up, gathering every angle they possibly could until they threw another question at Trent.

“What’s your favorite scent that Y/N wears?”

Trent leaned back thoughtfully as he smirked to himself. He didn’t answer the question right away, and you could tell his thoughts wandered somewhere else entirely. After a while he glanced at you, flashing a cheeky grin. “There’s one she’s been wearing a lot lately. Makes me want to gobble her up. Smells like vanilla or something.”

You gasped, laughing and hiding your face behind your cup of tea. “Stoopp! People don’t need to know all of that!”

“Nah. They do,” he teased. “They’re here for some tea, no?” You rolled your eyes, redirecting the conversation and looking straight into the camera. “That’s still in development..so don’t come to the store begging for it just yet. But it’s coming soon. Speaking of which…”

The mood shifted as you prepared for the big announcement. Trent wrapped his arm around your waist as you faced the camera with a serious expression. You smiled dramatically, trying to draw out the moment. “We’re so excited to finally share….our baby with the world,” you announced in a bubbly tone, teasing the audience with build up. Trent leaned in, equally teasing. “Our creation…”

You both quickly glanced at each other before the big reveal. “Rêveur, our fragrance..will be available for pre-order soon!” You both burst out into laughter as the crew yelled, “Annnd cut! That was perfect!”

It was an impeccable way to showcase not only your relationship, but also the essence of Rêveur.

The video shoot was fun, but your nerves started bubbling when you realized what was next. The charity gala was coming up and you had no idea what you were going to wear. It was being hosted by Camille’s family, who thought the idea of an ‘intimate’ event meant getting the most extravagant venue. You knew for a fact nothing was going to be small or intimate when it came to their antics.

“Ready for the next part?” Trent asked, catching your eye.

“Yeah...I just hope there’s not as much drama as last year. I need the gala to go as smoothly as this shoot did. But you know, the devil is always in the details.”

Little did you know, you weren’t exactly wrong about that last statement. One thing about the moon’s gravitational pull?

It always causes tides. High and low.

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theladyofthevarioussorrows · 7 months ago

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Sunspots

Fandom: Sunshine (2007)

Pairing: Robert Capa x fem!reader

Word count: 6,400+

Characters: Robert Capa (Cillian Murphy), the rest of the cast is only mentioned.

Summary: Alternate universe (duh). Reader is the 9th crew member on the Icarus II as a second physicist assigned to assist Capa; she and Capa started dating at some point during the mission. But, in this story, the mission was successful, and everyone lived to make it back to Earth; the reader and Capa have been together ever since. The story takes place during a solar eclipse two or three years or so after they make it back to Earth, and as to be expected, Capa is excited about and fascinated by the eclipse, and so is the reader. He is set on making it a beautiful and romantic experience for her, especially since it was because of them that they can see it from Earth.

Warnings and additional tags: Fluff, smut (p in v), established relationship, mention of masturbation (m and f), the mission is successful in this (everyone makes it back to Earth in one piece), soft!dom Capa if you squint, Capa is slightly out of character in this (he's happy, he's deeply in love with the reader, and he's a little bit of a tease), mention of airsickness, reader-insert, reader-interactive, reader uses Capa's first name a few times, Capa calls the reader "sunshine" (I think it's fucking cute okay? Sue me. I'm just a girl.).

Notes: This is my first fic in literal years, and it is in two parts...both are in this post. I took a lot of liberties here. Necessary ones I think, but liberties nonetheless. I don’t know a lot about space and space travel. I know very little about it actually. However, I did do some research (if you could call it that) and tried to make it as accurate to the movie as I could. I had a ton of fun writing this! I miiiiiiiiight add to this later on, we'll see! I hope you guys like it!

--->Smut below the cut! NSFW, minors DO NOT INTERACT!<---

He had been planning this for months. Years, to be exact. Up until now, he was convinced that if he made it back in one piece, he would have been alone.

Capa had spent over a year cramped up on the Icarus II with eight other crew members. Kaneda, Searle, Trey, Corazon, and Cassie seemed to take him seriously a good chunk of the time, but stayed mostly neutral towards him. Harvey and Mace tended to direct a lot of their anger towards him. Whether it was out of jealousy, anxiety, or whatever else, it didn’t matter what their reasoning behind ganging up on the lead physicist was. Despite their unfounded animosities, it was Capa’s stellar bomb that would reignite the Sun and save humanity from extinction. Even though tensions were understandably high, Capa was the only person aboard the Icarus II who knew the gravity and the importance of the mission they were tasked with carrying out. In other words, he was the only one who knew how to operate the device to perform such a miracle. It was really no surprise to anyone that they put Capa in charge of the payload; he understood the mission better than anyone else on the ship, and it showed. Mace and Harvey began to back off once it finally began to sink in that their lives depended on Capa, and because of that, they should take it easy on him. Try to, at least.

Of all the other astronauts on the Icarus II, Capa felt the closest to Y/L/N, the second physicist, a young woman wise beyond her years who was assigned to work alongside Capa. She was a bit younger than him and the rest of the crew, but she proved to have a level-headed way of looking at things, while also presenting herself with an air of cautious optimism. Her grace and appreciation of everything each of the members were doing drew Capa to her, something that initially made him nervous. She captivated him in a mysterious but welcome way, and she was nowhere near immune to his unique allure and quiet charm.

She would watch him in awe as he spoke, completely entranced by his intelligence. Every word he said, every move he made…she felt it in her heart, and deep in her core. After watching her perform her duties effortlessly without ever faltering once, Capa began to feel at ease with her, and he caught himself quietly thanking the forces that be for pairing the two of them together.

It took a lot of effort on his part to keep his composure around her, and little did he know, it was just as difficult for her to behave herself around him. He knew he was falling for her, and he tried to keep it down as long as he possibly could, just in case his feelings for her weren’t reciprocated. Even though she did feel the same way about him, she made a valiant effort to stay focused on the tasks at hand, despite the ever-looming temptation.

She and Capa grew close after spending hours alone working out equations or going over calculations, and even just spending whatever free time they had talking about anything and everything, but nothing too wild or personal just yet. After one particularly restless night, she left her quarters and came out to the common area to find Capa at the table, his head in his hands. He noticed her and lifted his face to look at her, a faint smile escaping his lips.

“Oh, hey. I take it you couldn’t sleep either?” Capa asked her, rubbing the tiredness from his eyes as he shifted in his seat. She looked absolutely beautiful to him, still in her sleep clothes that fit her perfectly, the fabric slightly revealing but leaving just enough to the imagination, her hair down and slightly tousled. His gaze accidentally drifted to her thighs and hips, and he looked away suddenly, focusing back on her face. Capa was trying hard to keep his cool as she stood in front of him, fighting back thoughts of how much better those clothes would look on his bedroom floor. He struggled to push the thought away, and was internally failing miserably at it.

She also felt an all-too-familiar feeling between her legs seeing Capa sitting there in his gray tank top shirt, his hair falling on his shoulders in the sexiest way possible. She couldn’t help but notice his well-defined arms, and traced the path of his veins with her eyes. She tried not to stare at him, and swallowed before she answered. “Yeah, unfortunately. A lot to do, a lot to think about, you know?” she answered back as she walked over to the table to sit down next to him. “Do you mind if I sit with you for a while?”

He motioned for her to sit down, welcoming her. “Oh no, not at all, the company would be nice. And yes, you’re right, there’s tons to think about for sure.” He sat up straighter and turned to face her better as he cleared his throat quietly, still fighting with his wandering mind.

She let out a small breath of relief before she sat down. She turned toward him and continued to speak. “What’s on your mind?” she asked. Even though she was concerned and was aware he was under an insane amount of pressure, she knew Capa had everything under control, and she trusted his judgment completely. “We can talk about it if you’d like.”

He takes a deep breath before answering her. “I guess it’s just nerves. You and I have run the calculations countless times now, and we’re on the correct path with everything, the payload is operational and all that…but I’m still a bit anxious about it. It’s nothing crazy, but, you know…” his voice trails off before looking into her eyes. “I just hope everything goes to plan, that’s all. I don’t think we have any reason to think it won’t, but still.”

She looked back at Capa. “Oh believe me, I totally understand.” She moves closer to him in an attempt to reassure him as she rests her hand on his. “But hey, I have faith that we can get it done and all will be well with the universe.” She smiled. “You’re doing amazing, by the way.”

Capa began to blush as he smiled back, softly but warmly. “Aww, thanks. Just doing my job.” He turned his hand over under hers, holding it gently as their fingers tangled together. “You’re doing great, too. We’re so lucky to have you with us…with me.” His heart skipped a beat. He couldn’t believe he said that out loud, but he didn’t bother trying to go back on it either. “I know I am.” His ocean blue eyes looked at her face, searching for any sign of discomfort or apprehension. He was relieved to find neither in her expression, just her smiling and blushing back at him.

She felt his words deep inside her as if a bomb on a much smaller scale was going off within her chest, and his words almost didn’t register with her right away. She smiled and blushed deeply before continuing. “That’s very sweet of you to say…thank you,” she answered. Despite the fact that they have spent a lot of time alone together in recent weeks, the tension in the room was noticeably thicker…so thick that you could slice it in the air with a scalpel. “I try my best. It’s all I can do, really.” She held onto his hand a little tighter as they gazed into each other’s eyes.

Capa broke the brief silence. “Hey…” he began, speaking warily but keeping his smile. “There’s been something I’ve been meaning to ask you. I’ve been waiting for the right time, and I’m not quite sure when that would be or would have been…I hope you won’t take it the wrong way.”

She looked back at Capa, curious but cautious. “Sure, you can ask me anything. What’s up?” He returned the gentle squeeze of her hand and softly grazed his thumb over her knuckles.

Capa took a deep breath, and looked away from her for a split second before directing his focus right back on her. He could feel his face getting warmer, his fair-skinned face turning a faint pink. He hesitated for a beat before throwing caution to the wind to speak his mind.

“Well…you know how we’ve been spending a lot of time together lately? Not just on protocol and calculations and whatever else…but in general?” He continued to hold her gaze while he waited for her response.

“Yeah, of course. Why?” she asked as she looked at him, still smiling and holding his hand, butterflies forming in her stomach. “Is everything okay?” she asked, trying to gauge where the conversation is going without assuming anything or jumping to any conclusions.

“Oh yeah, everything is fine, all things considered. Amazing, actually…” He swallowed quietly before beginning again. “Um…I guess what I’m trying to say is…I feel closer to you than anyone else on the ship…” He paused and chuckled nervously before he continued to speak. “It’s been a long time since I’ve felt such a connection to someone. You understand me in a way that everyone else doesn’t, and I really appreciate that. A lot.” He smiled and blushed deeper.

She smiled and blushed deeper as well. “I’m glad I can make you feel that way.” She moved closer to him. “I feel the same way about you.”

He reached his free hand up to gently brush some of her hair out of her face, softly caressing her cheek as he did it. “You’re just…I don’t know what the right word is. Exhilarating? Refreshing, maybe? I guess what I mean to say is…” he trailed off before cupping the side of her face with his hand while holding onto her hand with the other. “I’m falling for you. I mean…I have fallen for you. You’re on my mind constantly.” He gazed at her for a beat before continuing his thought. “I hope that doesn’t make anything weird or awkward.” He searched your face again for any opposition. Yet again, he didn’t find any of either.

Capa wasn’t one to divulge his deepest, darkest secrets to anyone, but it took every ounce of his being not to tell her that he’s seen her face behind his eyelids almost every night for the past two or so months, her name in his throat every time his need for her took over. He let it spill all over himself when he couldn’t sleep, which was unfortunately often. She wasn’t going to tell him that she touched herself to the thought of him any time the mood struck her either, soaking her fingers and her sheets beneath her. The two of them, separated only by a thin wall, had been breathing each other’s names as they reached completion for quite some time, and neither of them had shared any feelings for each other until today. As luck would have it, their feelings were mutual.

She leaned into his hand as she looked back at him. “It’s not weird, I promise…I’ve fallen for you too. I’d be lying if I told you I didn’t.” She gazed at him, full of love and infatuation. “You’re all I think about.”

Capa looked back at her with the same intensity. “You have no idea how happy I am to hear that,” he replied. He leaned in closer to her still, less than a foot of space between them. “What I really wanted to ask is…” he trailed off as he caressed her cheek and jawline. “I know this isn’t ideal, and I’m sorry about that…but I want this mission to continue with no regrets. I would hate myself forever if I never told you how I really feel about you. With that being said…would you be okay with us seeing where this goes?” His eyes never left hers as he confessed his love for her. “I want to be with you…if you’ll have me. Now, and, God willing, after the mission, too.”

Her heart pounded in her chest as she heard his words. “Of course I will. I want to be with you, too. I want nothing more than to be with you.”

Capa smiled and let out a sigh of relief before he spoke again. “Thank you…really. You mean everything to me, and I want you to know that…I’ll never let you forget it.” He closed any remaining distance between the two of them. He caressed her face tenderly once more. “May I…?”

She smiled at him with admiration and anticipation. “Yes, you may.”

Capa closed his eyes, leaned in, and kissed her gingerly at first, her eyes fluttering shut. She tilted her head as she kissed him back. Their kiss grew more and more passionate as seconds passed. He held her head gently and he ran his fingers through her hair as she wrapped her arms around his neck, their tongues dancing together softly. Capa slowly broke the kiss and opened his eyes. She opened hers as they pulled away, their pupils blown out with love and desire. He wrapped his arms around her as she pulled him into a tight hug, resting her head in the crook of his neck.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long…” he breathed into her hair as he rubbed his hands on her back, inhaling her sweet scent. “Thank you…I mean it.” Capa blushed some more as he took another deep breath. “God, you make me feel like I’m a teenager again.”

“Me too…you’re absolutely lovely,” she replied, hugging him tighter. “You’re the man I’ve always dreamed of.” She broke the hug before looking into his icy blue eyes again. “Does this mean we’re together?” she asked, blushing and smiling.

Capa smiled back at her. “It does…is that okay with you?” He brushed some of her hair over her shoulder before caressing her face again.

“That is more than okay with me,” she answered. “So, what now?”

Capa blushed deeper as he smiled. “Come here…” He stood up from the table and held his hand out for her to take. She accepted his hand and stood up as he put his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck as his plush lips met hers again, kissing her with more intensity and urgency than he had before. She matched his passion as she returned his kiss, tangling her fingers in his long, dark, soft hair.

Noticing her need for him in her movements, Capa moved his kisses from her lips to her chin and jawline, then down along her neck and collarbone, immediately appreciating her reaction as she moaned quietly, tugging on his gray sleeveless shirt. She mused to herself about how effortlessly gorgeous he looked in it again, biting her lip at the thought, instantly reminded of all those nights she fantasized about taking it off of him. Lost in lustful longing, she struggled to get the words out.

“How did you know that I…maybe…we should probably…go somewhere else…” she whispered in between heavy breaths and soft whimpers. “Someone might wonder…what if someone wakes up and…” This is the first time he’d ever kissed her, and he already figured out one of the things that drives her crazy, knocking the air out of her lungs without trying to.

Capa chuckled slyly as he softly shushed her before he agreed. “A wild guess? But yeah…good call.” He gently pulled her with him towards his small bedroom. “We’ll deal with everyone else later. You’re all that matters to me right now.” He opened his door and let her in before shutting it behind him and locking the two of them inside. He looked at her with concern. “Are you okay with this? We don’t have to…you know…if you don’t want to…” His voice was low and seductive as he moved his hands under her shirt, tracing the curve of her spine and her shoulder blades with his fingers.

She spoke as he trailed off. “Yes, I want to…I want you. I’m sure about this. Are you?” she answered, looking back at him lovingly.

“As sure as I’m alive,” Capa answered, smiling back at her with just as much love. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my entire life.” He kissed her some more before gently pushing her backwards onto his bed and positioned himself between her spread legs as he laid her down.

They spent the rest of the night making love to each other, over and over, drawing out every single moment to make it last as long as possible, and after at least a few hours, they wore each other out completely. Their first entanglement started out slow and sensual until their hunger for each other consumed them. They tried their absolute hardest to keep the noise to a minimum, but that became increasingly difficult for the both of them as their makeout heated up and clothes started to fall away.

Capa was gentle with her for their first time having sex, leaving no part of her untouched or unkissed, committing every inch of her skin to memory as if it was their last night alive. As far as he was aware, the woman underneath him was nothing short of a goddess. She gladly returned the favor, marveling at his incredible beauty. She was completely amazed at how he looked as if he was carved from stone, his whole body breathtakingly perfect to her. As far as they were concerned, it very well could have been their final night together. Neither of them were worried about that now, focusing solely on each other.

She was tight like a vice and sopping wet around him, and he stretched her so deliciously that he would whisper his praises in her ear, encouraging her. Capa made it a habit to cover her mouth as he took her, something she learned to absolutely lose her mind over. If he wasn’t covering her mouth as he brought her to climax, he would make sure to devour her with hot kisses as she contracted around him, bringing his orgasm forth soon after. As much as he would have loved for her to be as loud as she possibly could, Capa found it incredibly sexy and oddly endearing when she struggled to stay quiet under him, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as he poured himself into her.

She was able to rile Capa up in all the best ways possible as well, and he too had some difficulty trying to keep his voice down. One round turned into two, and then three…and on and on until both of them were sore and exhausted. Once they were able to catch their breath, Capa would make sure he didn’t wreck her too much, and if he did, he’d kiss it all away, and she would follow suit. “I love you” were three little words that neither of them could ever get sick of saying or hearing from the other.

After all of their daily tasks were taken care of for the day, every night on the Icarus II thereafter was spent in each other’s arms, whether in Capa’s bed or hers. On nights when they weren’t ravishing each other half to death with reckless abandon, she and Capa would lay in bed together and talk about whatever came to mind until they fell asleep tangled up in each other. She and Capa were able to keep their new relationship a secret for about a week maximum before the crew found out on their own. They were delighted to discover that none of the rest of the crew were surprised that they ended up together. There was initially some concern, but ultimately the crew accepted it and let it continue, because they knew that these moments the crew had together could be the last they have with anyone, so who cares if two of the crew members fell in love?

Mace ribbed Capa about his enthusiastic nightly activities with Y/L/N, and it was nice that he wasn’t fighting with him for once. It was hard for him to believe that Capa, the usually soft-spoken physicist, had that effect on Y/L/N. He even mentioned to Cassie that he has never seen Capa smile as much as he did now, and Cassie added that Y/L/N had a glow about her. For someone as quiet and reserved as Capa, Mace found it amusing that his new girlfriend could bring him out of his shell like that, and although he would never admit it, he was glad that it was Y/L/N.

Capa was bashful about discussing his relationship with Y/L/N to the others, shying away from the sexual aspect, but he had no issue praising her and giving her credit when it was due. It was obvious that he was absolutely head over heels for Y/L/N, and she blushed anytime the crew teased her or tried to get her to reveal any juicy details about their rendezvous behind closed cabin doors. They were in love, and it brought a new positive energy to the rest of the mission. Kaneda was thankful that everyone seemed to be getting along better and in good spirits, while Trey and Harvey were indifferent towards the two physicists becoming a couple, but thrilled for them nonetheless.

Searle, being a doctor, wasn’t really concerned with it, but was also excited for them. He pretended not to notice the love marks Capa bit into Y/L/N’s neck or the faint scratches she had left on Capa’s shoulders, and especially tried to ignore the way Y/L/N would squirm slightly when she sat down. Corazon, happily content that a relationship so strong could come from something so hellish, reminded everyone that they had a surplus of oxygen coming from the garden due to overgrowth. The crew would still have more than enough oxygen to go around, whether Capa and Y/L/N were “fucking like rabbits” or not, as Mace put it.

After a few weeks of calculations, trajectory adjustments, and protocols during the day and exploring each other and falling in love more and more at night, Capa led the rest of the crew to carry out the mission successfully. Capa made sure everything was done exactly to plan, and he didn’t do anything without his girl by his side, from the ignition of the bomb all the way through the terrifying trek back to Earth.

It didn’t matter how many times the crew had practiced and prepared for the descent back to solid ground, the airsickness still hit Y/L/N the hardest. It was the part of being an astronaut she hated the most, and she never quite got used to it. Capa was well aware of this having seen her go through it during their zero-gravity training, and he felt bad that it was hard on her. He was one of the lucky ones who could handle it well; the worst of it for him was a slight change in equilibrium that left him briefly lightheaded. But now he took care of her lovingly, holding her hair out of the way and rubbing her back as the nausea won the battle against her, never leaving her side until he knew she was okay.

She was embarrassed about it as it was happening, not wanting anyone to see her so violently ill, but was eventually able to joke about it once the sick, spinning feeling dissipated. All of that initial anxiety melted away knowing her boyfriend was right there beside her, making sure she felt well enough before taking care of any other necessary tasks. He reassured her that a lot of people are really sensitive to it, and that it’s nothing to be ashamed of. In an attempt to make light of the situation, Capa reminded her that the reduced-gravity aircraft they used during their weightlessness training was called the “Vomit Comet” for a reason.

As the Icarus II landed, the crew was met with a massive crowd of people cheering them on, congratulating them on their historic achievement, while also mourning the deaths of the previous Icarus crew. Once everyone was back to their normal selves, or as close to it as possible, Cassie, Mace, Corazon, Trey, Searle, Harvey, and Kaneda all went back to their homes in various places around the world.

Meanwhile, Capa and Y/L/N settled down somewhere in the halfway point between their hometowns, close enough to Capa’s sister and her kids in one direction, and Y/L/N’s family in the other. They had found themselves a nice house outside of the city, and the two built their own small planetarium in their backyard together. Their two-story home was modest but just enough for them; not too small, but not too big either. It was there that they stayed happily for the next couple of years.

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It was a warm April day, but to Capa, it wasn’t just any typical day. Today was special.

The solar eclipse was happening today. He hadn’t seen an eclipse on Earth in many years. He has seen a few eclipses from the vantage point of the Icarus II in space, but it’s been a long time since he’s experienced one from the ground, and it just so happened that the path of totality was going right over his house he shared with his girlfriend, Y/L/N.

Of course, being a physicist and an astronaut, he knew the date and time of when the Moon was supposed to pass in front of the Sun ahead of time -- months, maybe years in advance -- and he knew he wanted to experience it with the love of his life. Even more than that, he wanted to make the experience as beautiful and as romantic as he possibly could. It was because of the couple and the rest of the Icarus II crew that they were able to view such a remarkable thing from Earth after all.

While Y/L/N was away for a few hours finishing a few last-minute errands, Capa was busy in their backyard in the midday spring air, setting up a massive telescope and a camera. Next to his setup, he spread out a large blanket on the grass, and on it he set a bottle of wine and two glasses. As he was getting the angle of the telescope just right and setting the time lapse to the correct adjustments on the camera, he thought he heard Y/L/N’s car pull into their driveway. As she got out of the car, she looked around for him, but didn’t see him right away.

“Sweetheart, I’m home!” she called out. She waited a second before calling out for him again. “Robert? Honey?”

“I’m in the backyard, baby,” he called back to her. “I’ll be right there.” Capa walked over to her to help her carry the bags into the house. He helped her put the groceries away in the kitchen, and once everything had been taken in and put away, he pulled her to his chest and wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing her deeply, leaving her breathless. She kissed him back, returning his intensity as she held onto his shoulders. She wobbled a little, but Capa held onto her tight, not letting her fall. He gently broke the kiss, his arms still around her.

“Welcome home, sunshine,” Capa said, his eyes full of love. “I was getting nervous for a second there.”

A little dizzy from his kiss, she giggled before answering. “I’m sorry, sweetheart…traffic was backed up, but I made it.” She kissed him again as she hugged him. “How much time do we have until everything goes dark?”

Capa returned the kiss, gently running his hands up and down her back. “We have about half an hour or so before we can see anything happen.” He smiled at her as he played with her hair lovingly. “Might as well head outside so we don’t miss anything cool…what do you think, angel?”

She blushed as she leaned into his touch. “Sure, hun. Let’s go.” She took his hand as he led her outside to their backyard. He helped her sit down on the blanket he put out for them before sitting down next to her. Her eyes widened at the romantic scene he had created for the two of them, the telescope and the camera, as well as the bottle of wine and glasses, and the string lights he attached to the sides of their little planetarium.

He opened the bottle and poured the wine into a glass and handed it to her, before doing the same for himself. “Here you go, my love,” he said as he handed the glass to her.

She gently took the glass from him and smiled. “Thank you, sweetheart.” They tapped their glasses together before they each took a sip. “God, baby, this is really beautiful,” she said, her voice wavering slightly as she rested her head on his shoulder.

He kissed her forehead tenderly. “Not nearly as beautiful as you are,” he said as he smiled back, wrapping his arm around her. “I love you so much. Forever and always.” he said as he planted another small kiss on the top of her head.

“I love you too. So much. With my whole heart.” she replied, nuzzling up closer to him.

Capa leaned over to kiss her on the lips one more time. “Shouldn’t be too much longer…it’s getting kinda dark, and it’s quiet all of a sudden.” He moved slightly to look through the telescope lens. “We’re really close now, I think.” He pulled away and moved the lens towards her. “Here, look at this…it reminds me of all those eclipses you and I used to watch together on the ship, just smaller and farther away.”

She looked through the lens and smiled. “I’ll never get tired of looking at things like this,” she said as the sky started to dim. “It’s always so breathtaking to see.”

While she was distracted by looking at the interstellar image in the eyepiece of the telescope, he stood up and reached into his pocket to pull out an engagement ring with a sunstone gem encrusted in the center, and hid it inside his hand. The sky was getting darker still, and the Moon was almost completely covering the Sun.

“Y/F/N?” he asked as he stood in front of her.

She pulled away from the telescope, and Capa helped her to her feet with his free hand. “Yes, Robert?” she asked as the Moon moved closer to blocking the Sun. “What is it?” The sky turned pitch black except for the light coming from the Sun beginning to hide behind the Moon.

He swallowed as he chose his words carefully. “You mean the world to me, Y/F/N. You are my world. Being with you has made me the happiest man on Earth.” He slowly dropped down to one knee in front of her, causing her to gasp as he took her left hand in both of his. “I want nothing more than to spend the rest of my life right here with you. Will you marry me?” he asked gently and lovingly as tears started to form in his eyes.

She trembled and started to cry tears of joy. “Oh my God…yes! Of course I’ll marry you!”

Tears started to fall down his cheeks as he slipped the ring onto her finger. He stood back up and took her into his arms and kissed her deeply. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him back, his tears mixing with hers. Overhead, the Sun appeared as a white circle in the sky, while the string lights glimmered behind them in the darkness caused by the eclipse.

“I love you, sunshine. More than anything else in the universe.” Capa said as he gently wiped away the tears from her face. He smiled as he wrapped his arms around her in a tight hug. As they held each other, the sky began to brighten back up. He pulled away from the hug to kiss her deeply again. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, too, sweetheart. So much. More than words can ever say.” she replied, kissing away his tears. “I can’t wait to be your wife.”

Capa blushed. “And I can’t wait to be your husband.” He kissed her back, holding her tightly in silence for a bit before speaking again. “So how was that? Pretty awesome, huh?”

She giggled and blushed. “Everything was amazing! Absolutely beautiful! I’m the luckiest woman on the planet to have you.” She kissed his cheek as she held him close.

Capa smiled and blushed as well. “Good, I’m glad. And I’m the luckiest man on the planet to have you, too.” He kissed her back with a little bit more passion than before. “I was thinking…”

She kissed him back, matching his intensity. “Oh? Thinking about what?” she asked, looking into his beautiful cobalt blue eyes.

“I was thinking that maybe we can go to bed early tonight…you know, to celebrate,” he said with an air of seduction in his voice. “And we don’t have anything going on tomorrow…” He kissed her again, this time biting her bottom lip softly and tugging on it with his teeth before letting it go, eliciting a small moan from her.

She kissed him back, feeling a wet warmth pool between her thighs as he ran his hands up and down her body. She moaned breathlessly before speaking. “Yeah? And how should we do that?”

Capa smiled wickedly as he began to kiss her jawline and collarbone before leaving a lingering kiss where her neck meets her shoulder. “Well, I could start there…”

She moaned a little louder. “My God…you know what happens when you do that…” she breathed as he continued to tease her.

Capa laughed slyly. “Believe me, I’m well aware of what happens, and I’ll never get sick of it. What do you say we go upstairs…” he trailed off before kissing her neck again, his teeth lightly scraping against her collarbone. “I’ve spent enough time exploring the sky when I’d much rather spend all night exploring my future wife,” he murmured, his lips against hers. “And every night after that.”

She swooned at his words, feeling weak at the knees in his arms. “Anything you say, baby,” she whispered. “I’m all yours. Forever.”

“Forever with you sounds pretty fantastic to me,” he said, full of desire for her. Wasting no time at all, Capa took her by the hand and led her into the house. “I’ll be right back, babe. I’ll meet you in the bedroom in a minute,” he said, his voice dripping with lustful need. She didn’t need him to tell her twice as she started up the stairs, but not before he playfully swatted her on the ass on her way up, making her giggle. He practically ran out to bring everything they had left outside into the house as fast as he could, shutting the door behind him with a soft slam when he came back in. He threw the blanket on a chair, leaned the telescope against the wall, set the camera down next to it, and brought the bottle of wine and the two glasses upstairs with him. He entered their bedroom and put everything in his hands on the nightstand.

Capa saw his now-fiancée sitting on the edge of their bed, eagerly waiting for him. “Took you long enough,” she teased him as she bit her lip looking at him. “I was beginning to wonder if you’d ever come back.” Her voice was sultry as she shifted on their mattress.

Blushing, Capa rolled his eyes in mock annoyance as he smiled, and teased her right back. “I was gone maybe two seconds max…you want me that bad already, huh?” She nodded as he took her into his arms again, kissing her deeply as he pulled her closer. Kneeling on the mattress in front of him as he stood at the edge of the bed, she returned his kisses as she lifted his shirt up and over his head before tossing it to the floor. “Good, because I need to have you right now,” he said, his excitement becoming nearly painful. Capa then started to undo the buttons of her shirt, fumbling with them slightly before giving in. He ripped it clear off of her shoulders, sending buttons flying in all directions, causing her to gasp and giggle in delight. He dragged her ruined shirt off of her shoulders and threw it behind him as he pulled one of the straps of her bra down to kiss her collarbone.

“You asked for it, love…I told you, you know what happens when you kiss me and bite me like that.” She kissed him again as she started to unbuckle his belt. “I think you know by now I can’t behave when you torture me.” She shot him a sexy wink before kissing him again. His breath caught in his throat as she tore his belt from around his hips and threw it to the floor to join his shirt.

“Torture, huh? Are you sure? Because something tells me you enjoy it. Quite a lot.” His voice had a sensual danger about it, and it thrilled her. He held her chin with his forefinger and thumb before dropping his voice to a velvety whisper. “And yes, I know exactly what happens. I want to see how much you can take. I also happen to know each and every thing that drives you wild.” He unhooked her bra with his free hand and took it off of her so slowly that she trembled. “See? Just like that.”

Thank you for reading! I hope you guys liked it, and if you did, I'd be happy to hear your thoughts and my requests are open! <3

#cillian murphy #robert capa #robert capa x reader #smut #fluff #cillian murphy smut #robert capa smut #sunshine 2007 #Spotify #solar eclipse

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peachyfnaf · 2 months ago

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Hello chatters. currently 8:30 in the morning, and I've been seeing a lot of Sun love going around (based btw) which reminded me that even though I don't yap about him nearly as much as I do Nexus, Sun was also given such a short end of the stick when it came to this arc.

I don't care for Monty, but I do love Puppet, but the way they both pressured Sun into choosing what to do with Nexus (New Moon at the time)??? that shit is so fucked. and yeah, because I am who I am (a Nexus apologist lol), I was mad and hurt when Sun was unable to tell them to not kill him. but unfortunately that tracks for him.

Sun's trauma response is, most of the time, to freeze. he's done it before when confronted by past Eclipse's, Bloodmoon's- if you're willing to use other dimensions as examples, Servant Sun quite literally froze and surrendered with his hands in the air out of fear when Old Moon first met him.

So, he did it again. he was put in a terrifying situation, and he froze. which led to Nexus freezing in space too amiright ahahahahhhhh

So, shit was already fucked for him at this point. because not only did he lose a close family friend (Solar), tried to help the other 3 through their grief and prioritizing their feelings over his own because he was- objectively- the least close with Solar, lose his brother to madness (which we now know there was like 10x more to that then just 'grief' makin' him act as he did. y'know. glares at Dark Sun and NSP), could basically do NOTHING as Earth was kidnapped by Ruin/Bloodmoon, and Nexus was blasted into space by Puppet.

And even though that was the end of that main arc, dude CONTINUED TO BE HANDED L'S AFTERWARDS. Old Moon being brought back by Monty (Monty.. >:[) without Sun even being asked about it first, Sun not being given the chance to properly heal from/mourn Nexus because O.M was now there, he filled his role, and O.M does not like Nexus. (chatters, I'm gonna warn you, ever since he came back, I've been an Old Moon hater. do not like that guy.) anD THEN EVERYTHING WITH DAZZLE/EVELYN??? july 16th of this year was like a very high peak in what's, to me, a very low-on-the-chart arc, but THAT DOESN'T MEAN SUN WAS OKAY DURING IT JFCCC. the TRAUMA he was reliving during that time HURTED

And even where he is now- he got his magic back, yuippee yayyy!!!

Because of it it seems like he's now intrinsically intertwined with NSP, and multiple people want to use him as a goddamn radar to find Wither Shards now. one of those people literally being The Creator, yaknow, like the stories Biggest Bad???

And another, "oooh, yaknow, that happeneddd, ahahahahhh.." was The Creator psychologically torturing him in one of the darkest SAMS eps' to date because of it.

AND. And, finally, the most recent episode that was Yapped to me about that well. 1, just made me hate O.M more, and 2, made me want to just wrap Sun in a blanket in front of a fireplace. The "Invaded By CRINGY FNAF in Vrchat" one. the way O.M spoke to Sun in that ep, the use of the gravely K.C voice that O.M only uses when making threats, I- I'll fuckin-

LEAVE THAT LITTLE GUY ALONE. I HOPE WHEN YOU AND NEXUS INEVITABLY FIGHT YOU GET CLOCKED IN THE JAW FOR THAT ONE. GOOD LORD.

...I've been typing this for like 50 minutes, apparently I had a lot more to say when it came to Sun than I first thought DGAIEPHDWGWLAH

Canon. canon, please, let Sun do something. let him be the one to free Nexus from NSP corruption, because of how much he's been shown to be resilient to it. let Sun be the one to stop The Creator's next big scheme instead of Moon. let him do things as important as all the others instead of just cleaning. the pieces for him to do so are right there. now put them in place.

#tsams #the sun and moon show #sams #sun and moon show #tsams sun #the sun and moon show sun #yapping about smtn tag #i cant fix him (sun) but i can pick him up Like This. /ref

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karlachismylife · 2 months ago

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Juju's Masterlist

god i love how they look at each other when i place pictures like this

Figured this might be needed! As I am planning to spam-reblog so much cool stuff...

Hi, I'm Juju (or Juju Starr more formally XD), 22 yo and in this blog I primarly write things on the rarepair I came up with, Karlach (Baldur's Gate 3) x Soap (Call of Duty: Modern Warfare, reboot trilogy by default).

However, I also write things in both these fandoms with other characters, different ships (including other ships with Karlach and Soap), poly ships, x reader and x OC. There are NSFW ones and I will be checking every blog interacting with them, so minors and ageless blogs DNI, please.

Requests are open! Send in anything <3

*also I have no idea if I'm using the word blurb right, feel free to correct!

The masterlist itself is under the cut!

First mention of Karlach x Soap (a little overview of the ship dynamic)

I Might Have A Type (a post mentioning how the ship was born, trust me, there's concrete evidence of them being compatible)

All things Karlach x Soap (thoughts, fics, little ideas and concepts - simply sorted by hashtag)

Karlach x Soap fics

Morning Routine (blurb, fluff, 238 words) - Karlach, Soap and shaving

Birds of a Feather (blurb, fluff, 271 words) - Karlach and her dynamic with task force 141

They're Horny (blurb, smutty (NSFW), 228 words) - Karlach is horny and Soap is horny, but there's a difference (there's not)

Explosive Love (blurb, fluff, 105 words) - what it's like when you have a demolitions expert and a walking bomb on your team

Not Fair (blurb, angst, 457 words) - Soap is there when Karlach breaks down after the death of a certain bastard

Restless Fingers (blurb, fluff, 130 words) - one word: fidgeting

Scar Twinsies (blurb, fluff, 245 words) - surviving Hell and blowing shit up leaves similar marks

Practice Makes Perfect (oneshot, fluff, 932 words) - something from Soap's weaponry catches Karlach's eye and he does not miss an opportunity for a date

Tactic Tactile Affections (headcanons, fluff, 764 words) - it's not just about kissing and fucking!

Baby Fever (blurb, fluff, 260 words) - can you imagine their babies tho (C)

Is It Visual Stimming or Is He A Romantic? (oneshot, fluff, 945 words) - something about smouldering coal is just so mesmerizing... what are you looking at, Johnny?

Hey Skullboy (blurb, fluff w/angst, 467 words) - Karlach shares with Ghost not only his sergeant, but also trauma

Solar Eclipse mini-series (2 parts)

Total Eclipse of the Heart (mini, fluff w/angst, 1286 words) - dog tags can be so many things, learns Karlach when she spots an unfamilar piece of jewelry among other alien things Soap brought from his world (part 1) Worshipping the Sun (mini, fluffy smut (NSFW), 4201 words) - solar eclipse is beautiful, thinks Johnny when he looks at his circular dogtags blocking out the glowing light of Karlach's engine. He wouldn't mind seeing a thousand of those as soon as he gets a chance to make the little steel plates bounce on her chest (part 2)

Introductions (blurb, fluff, modern!AU, 105 words) - what Soap would call Karlach in modern!AU

Two of Us Wearing Raincoats (headcanons, fluff, partially suggestive, partially modern!AU, 2855 words) - requested domestic fluff, a lot of it!

Love Texting (blurb, fluff, modern!AU, 96 words) - what their texting looks like (Karlach is illiterate, Soap is Soap)

(Be)longing (blurb, suggestive fluff, 190 words) - Johnny and collars, am I right?

Bath Time (blurb, fluff, 246 words) - sharing a bath to save time

Good Night And Joy Be To You All (oneshot, angst or hurt/comfort with hopeful ending, 1233 words) - Karlach finds Johnny standing on the edge of a cliff and knows all too well what it's like to miss your home

Afterglow Kisses (drabble, fluff, 646 words) - they make love, they kiss with love, they are in love

Karlach x Ghoap (Ghost x Soap) fics

Package Deal (blurb, fluff, 135 words) - tame one golden retriever, get one free

None Are Free Until (blurb/idea, angst w/fluff, modern!AU, 558 words) - anarchist!Karlach and everything complicated because of that

All The Leaves Are Brown (oneshot, fluff with a bit of hurt/comfort, modern!AU, 1463 words) - anarchist!Karlach, Soap and Ghost in the face of impending cold of the autumn

Call of Duty fics

Random Characters Assortment

Their favourite body part/touch headcanons (Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Nikolai, König, Valeria blurbs, fluff, partially suggestive, no use if Y/N gn!reader-insert, can be read as character x character too, 1367 words) - their favourite way to touch you and such

Task Force 141 Ensemble

Their reaction to you playing datesim games (individual oneshots, fluff, partially suggestive (NSFW), no use of Y/N gn!reader-insert, 5073 words) - how do they find out and what do they think?

You're a character in their favourite game (individual blurbs, fluff, no use of Y/N gn!reader-insert, 786 words) - how do they approach you in-game?

The Queen of the Clan || Series masterlist (hyena shapeshifter!AU, no use of Y/N fem!chubby!reader-insert) - when you decide to shake up your life a bit and partake in a trip with a documentary crew, you have no idea that meeting an unnaturally friendly hyena and have it mark your backpack would be only the beginning of weird things to come. Whatever will you do when a leaderless clan of four male hyenas chooses you as their matriarch?

You're having a bad time after sex (individual oneshots for every man + poly 141, hurt/comfort, NSFW, dark themes, no use of Y/N gn!chubby/fat!reader-insert, 7351 words) - due to hormonal withdrawal after sex you spiral into a severe episode of self-loathing and body image issues, but you have someone to comfort you

You got sick (individual drabbles for every man + poly!hyena!141, fluff, partially suggestive (NSFW), sickfic, no use of Y/N gn!sick!reader-insert, 1834 words) - their rection if you got sick

You have chronic illness (poly 141 headcanons, fluff, sickfic, no use of Y/N gn!reader-insert, 2388 words) - the way they care for you if you have chronic illness

Mini force 141 headcanons (poly mini 141 headcanons, silly fluff, no use of Y/N gn!reader-insert, 1104 words) - what if task force 141, but reaaaal smol? (Inspired by a tiktok)

Task force 141 VS head massager thingy (individual drabbles for every man + poly!hyena!141, fluff, tiniest bit suggestive, no use of Y/N gn!reader-insert, 1038 words) - their complicated relathionship with the head massager

Thoughts on task force 141 and weed (individual headcanons, 748 words) - my limited perception of the topic

Task force 141 VS cute puppies (individual headcanons, fluff, 628 words) - if they need to take care of puppies, what's their approach?

Task force 141 VS raccoons (individual drabbles, fluff, no use of Y/N gn!reader-insert, 2265 words) - how do they deal with raccoons that come to your home?

Task force 141 carving Halloween pumpkins (individual drabbles, fluff, no use of Y/N gn!reader-insert, 2425 words) - what's their technique when it comes to creating Jack-o'-lanterns?

Forehead kisses (individual headcanons, fluff, no use of Y/N gn!reader-insert, 569 words) - them giving you forehead kisses

Soap

Rushed (blurb, fluff, 78 words) - what some consider rushed, Johnny considers almost too late

Mohawk Appreciation Time (blurb, fluff, mentioned Karlach x Soap but Soap-centred, 249 words) - I do not condone calling his mohawk stupid unless it's fully affectionate!

Emotional Support Dog (oneshot, fluff, no use of Y/N gn!reader-insert, 1132 words) - when you're struggling with work-related stress, Johnny's there for support

I'm In Love 100 Times (oneshot, fluff, no use of Y/N gn!reader-insert, 485 words) - when you look at Soap, you almost choke on your love for him, but he's there to rescue

Don't You Forget About Me (oneshot, silly fluff, no use of Y/N fem!reader-insert (reader is Soap's mother), 1208 words) - your son is a troublemaker, but he's a good boy (and you're just as stubborn as him)

Masochistic Kid With a Split Lip (oneshot, hurt/comfort, no use of Y/N gn!sergeant!reader-insert, 1106 words) - Soap gets messed up on a mission, but he's just as irresistable

Fear Of the Depth (blurb co-created with @killerpancakeburger, kinda hurt/comfort or a little angst, mentioned Soap x reader but Soap-centred, 334 words) - what would Soap's one fear be?

Elevator Story (blurb/irl storytime that is very Soap-coded, fluff I guess, 277 words) - a story from my real life that was just too good to not tell

Gratitude From The Top (Of His Lungs) (oneshot, short smut, no use of Y/N gn!bottom!reader-insert, 569 words) - sometimes Soap whimpers when you let him finish inside

Gratitude From The Bottom (Of His Heart) (oneshot, short smut, no use of Y/N gn!top!reader-insert, 639 words) - sometimes Soap whimpers when you finish inside

Ghost

Now They Ain't Got a Prayer (oneshot, hurt/comfort, no use of Y/N gn!military!reader-insert, 1479 words) - after a mission goes not like planned, there's a heavy feeling in the air, but there's something even heavier in your chest

Flutter Into the Skies (oneshot, fluff, no use of Y/N fem!girly!reader-insert, 1277 words) - Simon is being a menace while you're trying to get ready for a friend's wedding, but you have your ways to take revenge

And We Just Disagree (oneshot, hurt/comfort, no use of Y/N gn!reader-insert, 900 words) - arguments are an unpleasant, but unavoidable part of life, and good thing you and Simon can resolve them well

Chains Of Love (oneshot, hurt/comfort, no use of Y/N gn!civilian!reader-insert, 929 words) - dating Simon Riley wasn't an easy job, but an honest talk might save you from falling off this tiring swing

Wanting To Hold You (oneshot, fluff, no use of Y/N gn!reder-insert, 1534 words) - Simon is a menace, so why can't you be a menace too, just to put him in his place for once?

People Are Strange (oneshot, no use of Y/N afab!reader/self-insert, 2917 words) - you're in your own artistic world when someone who says he's your neighbour knocks on your door (this is very-very my self-insert)

Gaz

I Need a Hero (oneshot, fluf, no use of Y/N gn!civilian!reader-insert, 538 words) - Kyle is finally getting a medal and you're just happy for your man

Come On Baby, Light My Fire (oneshot, fluff, no use of Y/N gn!civilian!reader-insert, 887 words) - you finally get to celebrate Guy Fawkes Night, with Kyle by your side no less

Temptation When I Look At You (oneshot, fluff, no use of Y/N gn!reader, 2229 words) - going out with friends for a board game even turns into you poorly executing your flirtint skills and... scoring a date?

Price

I Need My Love To Be Here (oneshot, fluff, no use of Y/N fem!reader-insert, 715 words) - while your husband is away, you daughter is being a little troublemaker. But you're both good enough girls to recieve a special gift!

Valeria

Desnuda Tu Mente (oneshot, suggestive, no use of Y/N gn!reader-insert, 1015 words) - your life depends on the will of her blade, and you're absolutely thrilled by it

Ghoap (Ghost x Soap)

Help! (blurb, fluff, 213 words) - thoughts on Simon Riley and The Beatles

Fem!Ghoap mini-series

Wrestle Ye (oneshot/blurb, fluff, 751 words) - what would fem!ghoap be like and how would they fall in love? (Spoiler: with a bang) No Woman Left Dirty (oneshot, suggestive fluff, 1192 words) - how does Soap find her way into Ghost's apartment? And why does hair length matter?

Nikprice (Nikolai x Price)

Sleepy (blurb co-created with @devil-in-hiding, fluff, partially suggestive, no use of Y/N fem!mom!reader-insert, 498 words) - waking up on rainy mornings is hard, especially you have the weight of responsibilities for your baby and home on your shoulders. Unless there's someone to share the burden...

Hesh

Standing For Something (oneshot, hurt/comfort, no use of Y/N gn!reader-insert, 660 words) - getting ambushed and shot isn't exactly pleasant, but your Lieutenant is a good man and makes everything a little better

Baldur's Gate fics

Dammon

Forged Under the Stars (oneshot, fluff, no use of Y/N gn!reader-insert, 1157 words) - at the Tiefling Party Dammon comes over to sit with you under the stars

will be re-working this thing

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