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itsstrange · 2 years ago

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My Friends Uncle

Chapter 2:The Barbecue

Relationship: Chris Evans x Reader

A/N: Sorry this kept getting pushed loves, I was lowkey lacking on this one and I just had school and work on top of it, but thankfully it’s finally yours! Also I apologize if this seems rushed for y’all, I was trying to finish it as soon as possible for you guys. But it’s finally here! So here y’all go! Hope you like it!

Summary: Being invited to another families barbecue is a chivalrous act, welcoming feeling, well let’s just say Reader gets more than a barbecue feast

Word Count: 9.3k

Warning ⚠️: Kissing, Smut, Fingering, P in V, you know the tags. (18+) {NO MINORS!!}

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Three weeks. Three long fucking weeks it has been since the night with Chris occurred. And from those weeks, neither one of you had any sort of contact whatsoever, merely because neither of you were able to exchange numbers. When you had awaken around noon and made your way downstairs, you realized the only people who were awake in the kitchen were Lisa, Ashley’s mom, Ashley herself looking completely dehydrated and still drunk, and right beside her was her younger brother, CJ, who was devouring a plate of waffles. The man of the house was nowhere to be seen or heard, as well as Chris. It was later that day you learned they had left to buy some supplies they needed since they had promised Lisa they’d finished building her gazebo. Unfortunately, by the time they had made their way back to the house, Lisa had already driven you back to your house.

That was three weeks ago, and if you were completely honest, you were desperate to see him again, yet the day never came. Whenever you’d go to Ashley’s you’d always hope he’d be there, but would always be left in disappointment when he wasn’t. You understood why neither of you were able to see each other, you were busy with school, family of your own, he was busy with work and his own personal issues he might have that the day to see one another just isn’t able to happen. However, what you didn’t know was how much Chris craved you just as much as you craved him. Ever since that night he hasn’t been able to get you off his mind, it’s all he can think about. The way you weighed underneath him, the way his named slipped from your mouth with each thrust he’d sent you, the way your whole skin glowed under the kitchen light, the way you smiled, laughed, you. He just couldn’t stop thinking about you. For the past three weeks, work has been a challenge for him considering his mind was always replaying the night’s events, nearly chopped off his own thumb while cutting a plank of wood when his mind had drifted off once again.

You were addicting and he was absolutely hooked on you. He needed you, he wanted you, yet the right day just hasn’t come. He’s thought about asking for you, but didn’t want to seem like a weirdo, nor did he want to rise suspicions from his family. He didn’t have any sort of social media so searching for your name was a bust, so he kept quiet. Quietly suffered until he eventually was able to see you again, so for now he’ll enjoy his families and friends company with some homemade barbecue and a couple of beers, after a long day at work he sure needed.

Chris sat on the bench, facing the house, beer bottle next to him as he prepared the barbecue sauce, while his brother and father hovered over the grill, his mom was somewhere inside the house grabbing whatever she needed along with Lisa and his two younger sisters baking desert in the kitchen. Some nephews and nieces were inside while some played outside.. let him rephrase that, the boys were inside playing the Nintendo while the girls played outside. Everyone was enjoying the day laughing, talking to one another, sharing stories and beers, it made Chris feel at ease, made him feel at home, but he wouldn’t lie when he admitted he’d enjoy it even more if he got to see you again. Hell, he wished you were there, maybe not sitting next to him with your hand interlocked with his, but just being there enjoying the day would brighten his day even more.

“You done with the sauce boy?” The sound of his fathers rough voice breaks Chris out of his thoughts, apparently he’d been mixing the barbecue for over 20 minutes now,

“Uh-Yeah,” He quickly says as he extends his hand with the bowl to his father, cheeks slightly heated when he gets a couple chuckles from his friends,

“I don’t know pops, I think he should mix it for another 20,” Sebastian, a good friend of Chris teases over his shoulder, smirk wide on his lips when he brings his beer to his lips,

Everyone, including Chris chuckle at his comment. He’s really gotta keep it together.

“Hey guys,” A small voice rings from the side of the house causing every pair of eyes to turn,

Walking towards the bench with full arms of plastic bags was Ashley, however, the smile that was plastered on Chris’s face falls the same time his heart beats rapidly in his chest when his eyes land on the other small figure appearing behind his niece. Mirroring the same figure as Ashley, you too had loads of groceries in your hands, even tried balancing a small watermelon underneath your arm that nearly slips from its hold when you lock eyes with those bright blue orbs that you haven’t seen for three weeks straight. A shy smile begins tugging on your lips the longer you remain eye contact, but was soon interrupted when Ashley yells at every men staring in their direction for help.

Chris was the first one off the bench and quickly made his way to the both of you. He quicken his steps when he heard someone else walking behind him, but let’s pretend he just quicken his pace when he saw how you and Ashley were struggling in holding everything.

“Let me give you a hand,” Chris tells you once he stood in front of you,

“Thanks,” You softly respond, shy smile still visible on your lips as he quickly took the plastic bags from your hands, yet, he made sure to brush his hand on your arm before gently taking the last bag from your grip,

Your eyes grow slightly wide at the contact and immediately look over at Ashley, but she was too busy handing her own groceries to Sebastian to even notice what was happening. Plus, Chris’ hulking frame was blocking the whole scene. Smirking at your reaction with a short chuckle he turns around and begins walking with the groceries, leaving you with only the small watermelon and a slightly flustered look. Once gathering yourself, you walk beside Ashley and begin greeting everyone outside.

“Your mom is inside,” Ashley’s father tells her before turning back around to the grill,

“Oh shoot! I forgot the sodas and ice in the car,” Ashley claims, but before she can turn around you stop her,

“I’ll go, I forgot my phone in the car,”

“I’ll give you a hand,” Chris quickly volunteers before anyone else can, Nodding her head and not thinking much about it Ashley hands you her keys before making her way inside the house the same time you turn to walk towards the side entrance of the house with Chris following right behind,

Butterflies soon begin to stir in your stomach when you walk in silence but can hear the way his heavy steps crunch against the rocks as he follows you. You didn’t know why you felt so nervous around him, or so intimidated, this is what you’ve been wanting, what you’ve been wishing for, to see him again but now that he’s right here, following in step with you, your nerves are skyrocketing like a madman wielding a machete. But with a deep inhale, you do your best in pushing down the buzzing feeling in your stomach and press the button on the remote to unlock the 2015 Land Rover. Walking towards the passenger side you open the door and look over your shoulder to find Chris standing behind the door. Blue eyes staring deep into your own.

“The ice is in the back,” You tell him, which he silently nods his head before making his way towards the trunk while you turn back to the passenger side,

As you grab your phone you can hear the trunk opening before hearing the sound of the ice being dragged against it. Once checking any messages and sending a quick message to your mom that you’ve arrived at Ashley’s, you make your way to the back of the car. However, the moment your frame was visible from the side of the car, a large hand is grabbing you by the elbow and shoving you against it, then feeling a pair of lips roughly colliding with yours. Earning a muffled groan and moan from you at the sudden moment, but react almost immediately to the kiss. One large hand cradled your cheek while the other gripped you tightly by the waist, squeezing every so often. Your own hands had already been lost in those brown soft locks of his, slightly pulling on his hair or massaging his scalp as you kiss him feverishly. However, the feeling of his knee slotting in between your legs and using that same hand that’s settled on your waist, he forces you down on his thigh earning a loud gasp from you which he takes the opportunity to plunge his tongue into your mouth.

The only sounds that can be heard is heavy breaths being shared and lips smacking with one another. It was risky, having a heated make out session right outside your friends driveway, where anyone can appear or catch you if they angled their heads, even people who can be casually walking down the sidewalk would have a full blown view of you two, but that was the least of both your concerns at the moment. The only thing you two cared for was each others mouths, arms, warmth, and nothing else.

You two were so lost in the moment that things quickly began escalating when he slightly changed the angle to where he was now thrusting his hips into you, earning another gasp from you but also a muffled groan from Chris, however, the moment he tried to pin you down inside the trunk a muffled yelp leaves your lips when your shirt had risen and your heated skin made contact with the ice.

“Sorry,” Chris whispers against your lips, causing a chuckle to erupt from the both of you,

Still placing gentle kisses against your lips, Chris effortlessly pulls you with him until you’re in a seated position in the trunk. Legs spread apart as he stands in between them, lips not once parting from yours and only continuously places feather like kisses on your soft lips. With one final peck on your lips, his large hands cradle your face as he slowly pulls away. Bright beautiful blue eyes staring down at you with a small smile on his lips.

“Hi,” He whispers, smile slightly widening as his thumb rubs soothing circles against your cheek,

You softly chuckle, (E/c) eyes staring upward with pure light and happiness, “Hi,”

You both stare at one another, same smile plastered on your faces and just enjoying each other’s presence.

“I missed you,” You finally admit, heart fluttering when his smile slightly widens,

“Me too,” He claims, thumb still rubbing soothing circles on your cheek before bending down to place another gentle kiss to your lips, “Let’s head back,” Chris mumbles against your lips after the third kiss to your lips,

As much as he wanted this moment to last, to have your warmth near him, your lips molding with his, he knew you two had been gone for too long already and needed to go back before anyone began having suspicions or having them come looking for you both. So with a small sad smile you nod your head at him as you begin climbing off the trunk, but once your feet hit the pavement Chris bends down once again to place a chaste kiss to your lips one last time. Breaking the kiss with a wide smile, Chris slightly steps to the side to let you walk away, but is quick to grab your wrist before you can stand by the car.

“Hey wait, gimme you’re phone,” He says, dropping your wrist to let you pull out your device from your back pocket,

Unlocking it you hand him your phone, where Chris begins tapping on your screen without hesitation. A couple seconds later he hands you your phone with a smile, looking down you noticed his name was displayed on your screen with a message of a heart emoji at the bottom of the screen. As you were staring down at your phone a notification rings, looking up you watch as he digs into his front pocket before pulling out his own phone and turning it to you, right on his screen was your phone number with the same heart. You smile with a short chuckle as you bring your eyes towards his, he smiles at you before quickly typing on his phone and pocketing it back in its place.

“C’mon, let’s go,” He motions his head to the side before picking up the bag of ice from the trunk and stepping aside for you to grab the soda cases before closing the trunk behind you,

Locking the car you both make your way back towards the backyard and joining the rest of the group as if nothing happened. The both of you got separated the moment you two appeared, you get dragged by Ashley inside the house to help her finishing baking the dessert, and Chris by his friends as they just started a game of poker. You both give one last look before being dragged away, yet, you were able to catch the way he sends you a small wink before walking inside the home, which of course causes your face to heat up.

Asshole. Is all you can think of with a small smirk as you walk into the kitchen, which did not help with your heated features as the memory from three weeks ago come to play. Luckily, the room was already warm due to the oven being on, so you could’ve easily used it as an excuse for your heated cheeks. That might’ve been a good excuse, but it sure didn’t subside as you helped mixed the batter in a bowl in the same goddamn counter he fucked you in.

Was it wrong to have such a forbidden dangerous secret? Absolutely. Was it wrong to feel turned on as you mixed the batter in the counter? Definitely. Did it stop the wide grin from tugging on the corner of your lips? Definitely not.

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9:30 pm

“You gonna spend the night again, (Y/n)?” Gavin, Ashley’s dad, asks you while you help with picking up cups and plates from the table,

You shake your head as you reach for a napkin that nearly falls off, “Not today, I promised my mom I’d be home to babysit tomorrow,”

“Alright, you want us to drive you home or is your mom coming?”

“No I was planning on getting an Uber,”

“You’re not getting an Uber,” Chris’s deep voice joins in on the conversation, noticing how his voice sounded firm and clear,

Both you and Gavin turn to him where he too was tossing beer bottles into a trash can, however, your eyes grow wide from the way his voice sounded heavy and demanding. You’d be lying if you didn’t admit it sparked something inside of you.

“Yeah c’mon, let one of us drive you,” Gavin agrees with his younger brother and waves a hand in the air, referring to the people who were still at the house,

“No it’s okay really, it’s too much of a drive for you guys and you guys we’re drinking,” You try again, it’s not that you didn’t want a ride, it definitely would save you money but you felt too much of a burden if they drove you home, you didn’t exactly live two blocks away and you also didn’t want to risk them being stopped by the cops,

They can be real assholes if they want. Plus, knowing that Chris would be the one to drive home was dangerous, very dangerous for many reasons and the thought of being alone with him again made those same butterflies rise in your stomach. Not from fear, but from nervousness and excitement.

“You’re not taking an Uber (Y/n), I’m taking you home,” Chris firmly demands as he throws a heavy trash bag into the trash can before turning to you, blue eyes staring directly into yours, almost as if challenging you to argue back,

You didn’t. You couldn’t.

“It’s settled then. You’ve got a ride,” Gavin says, clapping his hands with a small smile before patting his brother on the shoulder and thanking him,

“Just give me a sec to throw the trash and we can head out,” Chris tells you, hands filled with black bags,

You nod your head, “I’ll go say bye to Ashley and everyone else then,”

Nodding at you he turns to leave towards the trash cans while you make your way inside the home where the rest of the family remained chatting and cleaning the kitchen. Once bidding your farewells and telling Ashley her uncle will give you a ride home, which she smiles with a breath of relief when she knows you’ll be getting home safely, you ended up giving them a hand in washing the dishes meanwhile Chris was ready to leave. It was after rinsing the fifth plate under the sink when you hear his voice echoing off the walls of the kitchen. Glancing over your shoulder you watch him give his own farewells to everyone, hugging and laughing with them before his eyes settle on your frame. You send him a small smile before turning back to the dish and rinsing off the remaining soap, while doing so you feel a large body stand next to you and a heavy hand settling on your lower half of your back.

“Ready?” He asks you, blue eyes looking directly into your own,

You smile at him with a nod before placing the clean dish on the rack with the rest of the dishes and wiping your hands with the towel dangling from the stove. You say your farewells once again and thank both Lisa and Ashley for always inviting you to their family gatherings, which they only wave you off before wrapping their arms around you with a wide welcoming smile.

Chris stood in the entrance of the kitchen admiring the whole thing, smile not once faltering from his lips as he watched his sister-in-law and niece embrace you, hugging you with warm, welcoming arms. It was something he’s always loved witnessing, it made him feel whole knowing you have always been accepted and welcomed into their family, and only wished you continued to be welcomed and accepted for whatever for the cause.

Once parting away from the mother and daughter, you turn to your left, locking eyes with Chris who stood leaning on the doorway with hands tucked into his pockets. Small smile on his lips.

“You ready?” He asks once again,

“Yeah,” You softly respond as you make your way towards him with Ashley following right behind you,

“Thanks again Uncle Chris for giving her a ride,” She tells him with a wide smile as she wraps her arms around his torso and burying her face into his stomach,

Chris smiles down at her as he wraps his own large arms around her, “You’re welcome Pug,” He places a peck on the crown of her head before looking up at you, eyes glimmering with deep lust, “Anytime,”

The look in his eyes was easy to hypnotize you, looking away from him seemed like a challenge, it was as if it had a hold on you the longer he stared at you, but eventually he ends it when he pulls away from Ashley, allowing you to exhale a soft shaky sigh through your nose. Stepping aside he lets you walk through the doorway as he waves goodbye to everyone one last time before hearing his heavy footsteps following you. Once outside, you wait for him to guide you to his car before walking. After walking past a couple of cars on the sidewalk, he eventually stops next to a black Audi A5 with the windows slightly tinted and rims colored black. It was a beautiful car for a beautiful man, making you fall even more. You stand and watch as he unlocks the car with the remote before opening the passenger side for you, making a shy smile form on your lips as you thank him before carefully climbing inside. The interior was just as beautiful as the rest of the car. Just like outside, the seats and dashboard were black leather, blue LED lights were visible underneath the door alongside where the gearshift rested in the middle, and it smelled like black ice mixed with his own cologne. It just screamed Chris all over it, making you fall in love with the car.. and him.

As you continued in admiring the car, the door to the drivers side opens up before Chris slides inside. Giving you a short smile he turns on the ignition and asks for directions, once placing it on the gps and revealing the minutes to your house Chris can’t help but let out a soft chuckle, causing you turn to him.

“Can’t believe you wanted to take an Uber,” He claims as he straps himself in and begins driving down the road,

“I didn’t want to be a burden,” You admit, fingers playing with the seatbelt around your waist,

A scoff leaves his lips, blue eyes turning to look at you but notices how your eyes are casted down on your lap. He didn’t like that, “Hey,” He softly says waiting until you meet his eyes, “You’re not, okay? My house is literally ten minutes away from you. It’s fine,”

Only ten? You thought to yourself. You couldn’t believe this entire time he was only ten minutes away from your parents home, from you. What a small fucking world. The ride to your parents house was in comfortable silence, except for his music playing softly through the speakers or both of your voices as you two would easily fall into a conversation. Literally about anything, from how the week treated you both, how school was going, to stories being shared between you two on what had happened throughout the weeks you both hadn’t seen each other. You both easily fell into conversation without any problems and that only made you realize just how much you two felt comfortable around each other, making a small smile tug on your lips from the realization.

After another few minutes driving, Chris eventually pulls into your street and within a couple blocks your house comes to view. Stopping a few feet away from the front lawn, Chris puts the gear in park and leaning his arm on the armrest.

“So who’s home?” Chris questions, eyes scanning the partly lit two story home before looking at you,

You glance out the window to see the living room light on along with the kitchen light, “Should be my parents and younger brothers,”

Chris hums watching the house once again before averting his gaze at you, only to already find your own eyes watching him in silence. You both stare at each other, waiting for the other to say something, to do something, anything. So Chris speaks first.

“You got a curfew I need to know about?” He whispers, hand reaching to place a strand of hair behind your ear,

You swallow, same butterflies building once again but you managed to slowly shake your head, eyes not once breaking away from his, “No.. just as long as I’m home to babysit tomorrow,”

Chris stays quiet, blue eyes darting from your eyes to your inviting lips to your covered chest then back up to your eyes. God how much he didn’t want the night to end, he barely even had you to himself since you’ve first arrived to his brothers house, you were with Ashley most of the time while he was with the adults by the grill. Although, that didn’t mean he wouldn’t spare a few glances your way, but it did mean he wasn’t able to get you alone for a split second without risking you both. But now, now it was just the two of you, no one else to catch you two, to stop you both from wanting each other. So, clenching his jaw with a soft exhale through his nose he lets the words slip.

“Wanna go for a ride then?”

“Yes,” You answered a little too quickly but you could careless, hell, Chris could careless on how you responded because the moment your answer leaves your lips he’s making a u-turn to head down the street he came back from,

With shaky fingers you managed to send out a quick message to your mother, letting her know you were still at Ashley’s and possibly might spend the night, but that you’ll let her know. About a minute later you receive a message from her, letting you know it’s fine just as long as you kept your promise for the following day. You smile down at the phone and message her back, simply telling her ‘always’ with a heart emoji.

The ride back to what you were assuming was his home, was in comfortable, thick silence. Soft music still played through the speakers but even that wasn’t enough to keep the thick tension from fading, if you were being honest it only seemed to get thicker the closer you got to his home. Just like he had mentioned, ten minutes later and a couple turns later, he was parking his car by the curb. Once putting the gear in park, he gives you a small smile before climbing out the car where you follow in getting out yourself. Standing before you was a tall bricked building which gave you an aesthetic vibe from its faded grey color, to the fire escapes mounted on the side of the building. The sound of the car locking behind you brings your eyes away from the building to Chris who stood near the hood of his car, smile on his lips as he watched you admire the building, then motions his head to the left indicating to follow him, which you do with nervous feet.

Opening the main doors to the building, he lets you enter first before following behind you and leading the rest of the way. Not before grabbing your hand and interlocking your fingers together as he walks towards the elevator’s, definitely not causing heat to rise on your cheeks at the unexpected action, but allow his fingers to slot themselves with your own. As you both waited for the elevator you took the time to observe your surroundings, noticing just how luxurious this building was, with a splash of rustic architecture displayed around the entire lobby. Nicely waxed wooden tiles laid on the floor, a few couches with coffee tables were scattered throughout the lobby, a black marble front desk stood by the entrance of the building with a man around his late forties sitting behind said desk, plants were also displayed in every corner as well as some dangling from the ceiling, a couple TV’s were hooked on walls showing the News or advertising certain promotions the building had. In your opinion, everything screamed rich, which had you wondering.

“So are you like.. a lawyer or something?” You suddenly asked, turning your gaze at the man who was quietly watching the elevator reach their floor,

The question brings out a wide smile along with a deep chuckle from him, “More like a construction worker. Me and my brother work with my old man,”

“Ohh that’s right, Evans Construction,” You claim with a smile, remembering the time when you had asked Ashley on what her uncle did for a living,

You were asking for a friend obviously.

Chris continues to smile down at you, “Yeah,” He starts as he looks around the lobby, “Guess it kinda pays the bills,”

Kinda? You think to yourself.

“Might need to work for your dad then if I kinda wanna pay for my college loans,” You joke, earning a soft chuckle from him,

“Would definitely love to see you in a tool belt,” He says, eyes raking your entire frame before settling on your eyes and continuing with, “Just.. a tool belt,”

A large smirk spreads on his face when he sees the way your cheeks flush bright red at his words, then chuckles once again when you shake your head in embarrassment and shove him away with the hand interlocked with his, but all he does is pull you with him as he walks inside the elevator, causing you to bump against his firm chest. Pushing a button on the panel behind your shoulder, he lets his blue orbs glance down at your own eyes. You feel a hand rest on your hip while the other softly cups your cheek, then feeling the way his fingers place a strand of hair behind your ear before watching the way he slowly bends down towards your lips. Your lips connect the same time the doors to the elevator shut close.

The kiss was gentle, caring, slow, but passionate. Both your mouths were molding together while your hot, warm tongues danced with each other, fighting for dominance, then before you knew it he began pushing you backwards until your back gently collided against the left side of the elevator and immediately slotting his leg in between your own, earning a soft gasp from you when he forces your hips down on his thigh once again. Not only did your clothed core rubbed beautifully against his firm thigh, but you too felt the way his harden member poked against your own thigh, letting you know just how much he wants this, how much he craved you, how much he missed you.

Annoyingly, before things can get more heated the sound of the elevator ringing breaks you two apart. Chris quickly looks over his shoulder then back at you with a smile as he pulls away before grabbing your hand and leading you both out the elevator.

Taking a glance up at the number on top of the elevator doors you noticed you had stopped on the eighth floor, making your eyebrows raise when you catch a glimpse of a view from the window to your left as you got off the elevator. You wondered if he had a view, guess you’ll find out in a matter of minutes.

A couple doors later, you both stop in front of a black door that read 8F in the center. You stand behind Chris as he unlocks it then watch as he steps aside for your to entire first, he’s such a gentleman, you thought to yourself as you entire his home with a smile. Just as you step foot inside, the sound of something rattling and nails scraping against the wooden floor can be heard from down the hall and itching closer.

“You have a dog?!” You say with excitement as you watch the overly excited dog make it’s way towards the both of you, bending down you pet the handsome dog who excitedly ran towards you instead of his owner,

Chris chuckles as he places his keys on a small key bowl by the door, “Yeah, rescued the big guy a couple years back while we were working on a house in Savannah during the summer, his names Dodger,” He explains with a loving smile as he watches the way Dodger curls on the floor, stomach exposed as he waits for your loving scratches,

You let out a giggle as you go ahead and give him scratches on his belly, “You’re a handsome one ain’t ya?”

You receive a loud, happy, excited bark from the boxer-mix on the floor, widening your smile as you continue to give him belly scratches. A few belly rubs later, you rise from the floor with a satisfied smile on your lips as you watch Dodger get up from the ground, does the usual dog shake off before walking away with a wagging tail. Nails clicking against the floor is all you can hear in the home, causing a soft chuckle to escape from you. Turning around you notice how Chris is just staring at you while leaning against the wall, hands tucked into his front pockets as he scans your entire frame with a knowable look in his eyes. Without saying another word he slowly makes his way towards you then let’s his hand reach out towards your shirt before gently pulling you against his chest, where he immediately slots your mouths once again.

Like a machine programmed, your arms easily wrap around his neck, fingers getting lost in his dark locks at the base of his neck as you melt against his lips. A certain tug on his locks causes a muffled moan to be heard from his throat, which he can’t help but deepen the kiss as he forces you to walk backwards until your back softly collides with the wall. His large frame traps you against the wall once again, but only for a split second before you start feeling one hand gripping the side of your waist while the other settles behind your thigh and in a swift motion your off the ground. Your legs immediately wrap around his waist while your hands hold onto the back of his neck in a firm grip, lips not once parting from each other as he begins walking further into the home.

You’re not really sure where he’s leading you both, but you’re assuming it’ll be either the couch or his bedroom, didn’t matter, just as long as you’re able to feel his warmth soon. The feeling of your body slightly bouncing in his hold answers your previous question when you can hear and feel him climbing up some stairs. Then hear how his boots stomp on the wooden floor as he makes his way down the hall and in a short time you suddenly feel him laying you down against cushion, which you assumed was his bed. Without breaking the kiss, he uses the arm he has wrapped around your lower half to shift you higher on his bed, which he does so easily, as if you weighed nothing. Knowing he can easily manhandle you without any effort definitely turns you on even more, igniting a kink that you didn’t know you had and only making the whole situation a thousand times more arousing.

A soft gasp escapes from you when he firmly knocks his hips against your clothed core, where he then uses the opportunity to lavish your neck at the new exposed skin.

“Chris.. please,” You beg with a breathless tone, small moans slipping from your lips every few seconds at the way his harden member teases you through thick layers,

“I got you,” Is all he whispers against your lips, pecking them one last time as he begins undoing the button on your jeans and not wasting time on lowering them down your legs along with your underwear,

It has been three weeks since he’s last had you, three weeks since he’s had your warmth, your taste, so matching the same eagerness as you he wasn’t going to waste another second. The moment he slips off your shoes and undergarments, tossing them somewhere behind his arm he spreads both your legs as wide as they can go before diving in. The first long, firm, hot lick against your core has your back arching off the bed with a breathless moan, hands immediately latching onto his hair and gripping tightly as he soon picks up the pace. His tongue lavishes your walls and clit, making firm circular movements against your bundle of nerves ripping moan after moan from you.

“Oh.. f-fuck,” You breathlessly moan when his tongue continues to attack your clit, but what causes your hips to slightly rise from the mattress is the feeling of his thick finger pushing its way inside,

The noise that rumbles up your chest and out your mouth is pure bliss as the new sensation buzzes throughout your body. The way his tongue feverishly laps against your clit with his thick finger pumping in and out of you at a torturous pace creates the most delicious friction at the pit of your stomach. The knot only seems to grow as he plunges another thick digit inside of you, bringing another noise from you as he picks up the pace. The sounds of your moans and filthy slurping noises coming between your legs bounces off the walls in the room, yet, they only seem to grow louder as you near the edge.

Your hips begin to move against his face as you near the end, but a firm arm pinning your hips to the bed halts your movements, making a whine escape from you but before you can plead to him he’s soon pumping his fingers and lapping at your clit in rapid pace.

“Oh my-..” Is the only thing that slips out your mouth as the pleasure only seem to increase as he vigorously pumps his finger inside of you,

From the way his thick fingers pumped inside of you to his tongue lapping away at your bundle of nerves and his beard rubbing deliciously against your thighs was becoming too much, the knot forming in the bit of your stomach was becoming too tight for you to hold. Chris must’ve known or must’ve heard the way your breathing was coming in harsh puffs because he only seems to pick up his pace, pumping and licking at an incredible speed that has you once again arching off the bed while your hands grip onto his soft locks.

“Chris,” Was the last thing you breathlessly say before your orgasm hits you like an anchor reaching the bottom of the ocean,

Chris’ fingers and tongue continue their rapid movements as you ride out your orgasm, causing a few twitches to erupt from your body when you become a little sensitive, but with one final lick to your clit Chris pulls away from your soaked core, slightly cursing under his breath at the sight. You had completely drenched his fingers, causing his member to throb painfully in his jeans at the delicious sight and god how he missed this. How he missed you.

With slow movements he begins placing gentle kissing against your thighs, beard slightly tickling against your skin, causing a small flinch from you and a small chuckle from the man who continued in lavishing your skin with feathery kisses. You on the other hand just laid there as you slowly came down from your high, you had definitely came harder than you’ve ever had, literally draining half of your energy from its intense orgasm. Chris must’ve noticed your relaxed, quiet form because you hear another deep chuckle coming from him. Opening your eyes, that you didn’t know were closed, you lock eyes with his, noticing just how dilated they were.

“Still with me baby?” Chris asks, smile spreading on his lips as he continues to take in your flushed form,

“Mmhmm,” Is all you’re able to mumble out which ends up in a short chuckle when you can picture just exactly how you look at the moment,

Smile still on his face, Chris furrows his brows as he removes a strand of hair from your eye, “Was that your first time?”

He couldn’t help but ask, not because he wanted to pry into your previous sex life but because the way you responded made him curious if you ever been on the receiving end. With an embarrassed look you slowly nod your head, answering his question.

Then it clicked.

“W-We’re you a vir..—,”

“No,” You quickly answer with a shake of your head when you knew the question that was coming, “I guess just… I guess they just didn’t know how to please a woman yet,”

You explain, slightly throwing shade to your ex, yet, you didn’t regret the words. Not one bit.

Chris chuckles, deep and dark, “Well, get use to it sweetheart because there’s plenty more where that came from,” He promises with a deep kiss,

“Looking forward to it,” You whisper against his lips, smile tugging on your own as you bring him down for another kiss, this time allowing his warm tongue to explore and face with yours,

The same time you feel his large hand sliding under your shirt and slowly treading upwards until he grips tightly on your covered breast, which of course brings another gasp from you, you allow your own hands to reach down towards his belt where you quickly undo it. Once unfastening the button of his jeans you let your hand reach down, firmly palming the large bulge that hides behind his navy briefs, earning a loud, muffled groan from the man above you. However, a deep animalistic growl vibrates from his throat the moment your small fingers wrap around his girth and begin stroking up and down.

“Fuck,” Chris whispers against your lips, body going absolutely stiff when your grip tightens around him the same time your strokes get faster,

Although, before you can continue or do more than stroking, he quickly shrugs off his shirt before pulling your hands off him to remove his own briefs and jeans. Your eyes go wide at the sight of him, his large, leaking, girth of a brick rests heavily in between his legs and curling upwards towards his toned stomach. Just because you’ve already seen all of him that one time in the kitchen doesn’t mean you still don’t get speechless at just how big he really is. Hell, the sight of him again after three weeks has your mouth watering for him, it has you craving him, it has you desperate for him all over again.

Trailing your eyes up towards his chest you meet his eyes, noticing how they were already staring at you, wide smirk on his lips as he crawls towards you again. He latches his lips against yours again in a gentle, caring, slow manner before feeling his hands sliding your shirt off your frame then your bra. Settling back against the cushions you watch him scan your now exposed breast, watching the way his eyes slowly blink as his mouth slightly parts as he continues to admire the new fresh of skin.

“Fucking beautiful,” He whispers, large hands rising to grip both of your exposed breasts, letting a heavy sigh leave through your nose and heat to rise up your cheeks at the affection you currently were receiving,

His blue eyes trail up from where they were focused on the way his hands fit perfectly against your globes to your own blown out orbs. Licking his lips he bends down to latch against yours once again, at the same time he teases you by rubbing his leaking tip against your aching clit, earning a pathetic whimper from you, but it was pure music in Chris’ ears so he repeats his actions until those whimpers grew more desperate for attention. Yet, he couldn’t deny his own desperation, he’s been thinking of you and wanting you for three weeks and now that he has you splayed out beneath him, he’s not gonna waste another second.

With one last thrust of his hips, he removes one hand from your breast to dig through a drawer on your left. You hear him rummaging for a few seconds before feeling him pull away, opening your eyes you see him kneeling in between your legs as he tears a packet with his teeth. His blue eyes meet yours as a soft scoff escapes from you.

“Can’t be too careful,” He claims as he spits out the piece of plastic and pulls out the rubber from its hold,

A soft chuckles leaves your lips as you watch him slide it on, “Like we were the first time?”

Chris closes his eyes as a deep chuckle rumbles off his own lips, “I know I know,” Slightly opening your legs wider, he hovers above you once again and bends down to peck your lips before feeling him rub against your core and feeling the way he slowly starts pushing in,

A gasp falls off your lips as you feel the way his large girth stretches you open. As he continues to push in a deep groan rumbles in his throat when he feels your walls clamping down on him from the large intrusion, causing a large hand to grip the side of your waist to keep him grounded.

“Fuck baby, you’re so tight,” He curses under his breath as he slowly continues to push the rest of his member,

In less than a second he’s soon deep into your core, earning a heavy sigh to fall from your lips as you get accustomed to him. Angling his head he pecks gentle kisses on your lips to distract you from the discomfort, but after a short while you mumble in between the kiss, letting him know he’s good to move. And boy did he do just that. The moment he gives your forehead one last peck he doesn’t waste time in pulling his hips back before slamming them back into you, earning a loud, choked whimper to escape from you. His pace quickens right after that, not once faltering, and not once did he fail to bring out beautiful noises from you with each thrust he gave you.

Soft grunts and groans can be heard deliciously in your ear as he rests his face in the crook of your neck, however, one particularly loud growl vibrates in your ear when you rake your nails against his back, which only arouses you even more. After a while, you feel him pull away and watch him lean back on his knees, large hands gripping onto both your legs and spreading them as wide as they can go while his bright, dilated, blue eyes looked down to where his cock pushed in and out of your glistening cunt. It was such a beautiful sight for him, loving the way his cock is splitting you open, loving the way your juices covered him, loving the way your lips looked red and raw. Everything.

“Fuck,” Chris whispers when his eyes trail up towards your body, watching with wide lustful eyes the way your breast bouncing with every snap of his hips,

Although, something inside of him snaps when his eyes land on your beautiful flushed face. Eyes tightly shut, mouth slightly open with small moans escaping from you had him completely feral at the sight. Without thinking, he drops one hand from your knee and replaces it around your neck, earning an erotic moan to slip from you at the new added pressure. Fuck.. she’s perfect. Chris couldn’t help but think as your moans only grew as he picked up his pace and added a little more pressure to his hold. Not enough to cut off your airway, but enough to bring you back down to his cock.

“Oh my—,” You cry out when you feel him hoisting your leg to rest on the crook of his elbow and feeling the way the new angle allows him to plunge deeper inside of you,

Your hands are on your sides hold onto the white sheets with tight grip as your second orgasm approaches much quicker. With the way his cock is hitting your cervix in a brutal pace has the knot building in the pit of your stomach. Yet, what finally made the bridge collapse was the rough feeling of his thumb rubbing against your clit, bringing a loud gasp from you and causing your whole body to arch off the bed once again when your orgasm hits you hard.

“That’s it baby. Come for me,” Chris comments, blown eyes watching the way your whole body shakes at the intensity of your release, yet not once did he stop thrusting into you,

He eventually does slow down when you place a hand on his chest as you try pulling away due to being overstimulated, but of course he doesn’t let you. He stops his movements, but doesn’t let you pull away by gripping onto your hips and slamming you back down on his cock, earning a small yelp from you at the feeling.

“Ohh..fuck,” You breath out, hand still on his chest as you try and gather your breath,

Chris only smiles down at you before grabbing your hand that rests on his chest to place gentle kisses against your fingers, wrist and down your arm until he’s leaving a trail of kisses against your glowing skin till he reaches your burning, awaiting lips. Your arms wrap around his neck, fingers tangling themselves into his sweaty locks at the base of his neck and gently massaging there.

After a few seconds of letting you rest, Chris pecks your lips, cheek and forehead before feeling him pull away and carefully slipping out of you. The empty feeling brings a shutter out of you, but watch as he gently turns your body till your stomach now lays against the comforter. You feel him place kisses along your neck and back then feel him slightly lifting your hips before feeling him sliding inside of you once again. Bringing a breathless moan from you when the new position feels tighter and deeper.

“Fuck baby,” You hear him behind your ear as he slowly rocks into you before once again picking up his pace, slamming his hips into you,

A gasp and a whimper falls from your lips as you grip onto the pillow in front of you, “C-Chris,”

“I know baby, just one more yeah?” He tells you, voice vibrating against your ear as he continues with his thrusts,

No words were able to form out of your mouth except for breathless moans and whimpers as he repositions himself behind you. Slightly resting a heavy hand on your back while keeping your hips up with his other, left your body slightly bent on the bed which not only allowed him to dig deeper into your core, but it also made the knot in your stomach to form quicker than you thought. In fact, it didn’t take long for your third orgasm of the night to hit you, causing pleasured cries to fall from your lips as your body shook from its intensity once again.

Due to your walls fluttering and clamping around him, Chris soon reaches his own peak with a loud groan behind your ear. With one final deep thrust he buries himself deep inside you as he empties inside the condom, hands barely catching his weight on either side of your head to not crush you when his energy drains from his release. You on the other hand could care less if he did or not, the last energy you had left had been washed away with your third orgasm that now you laid completely limp on the mattress. Your eyes fluttering close every now and then at the exhaustion that washes over you, yet you knew sleeping wasn’t an option. Not now anyways. As much as you craved sleep you knew you couldn’t.

As you fought your eyelids to remain open and fought the exhaustion that tried overpowering your body, you can hear the breathless pants coming from behind you as Chris gathered his breath. His hot breath fanned against your sweaty skin awhile leaning his forehead against your shoulder blades, then noticing how one of his hands still gripped tightly by your waist and feeling the way his—now soft—member was still buried inside of you.

“Shit,” Chris breathlessly says against your skin as he continues to gather himself,

Then, after taking another minute or so, he slowly begins pulling out of you, bringing another shutter through your exhausted body at the empty feeling once again. Without looking, or even attempting to rise your head from where it laid heavily against the bed, you hear him hiss under his breath, then a soft noise on the floor before feeling the bed dip by your side. Opening your eyes, that had been closed for nearly five minutes, you notice how he laid down on his back, eyes closed as he continued gathering his breath. Then watch as those bright blue orbs of his land on yours, small smile creeping its way on his face as he observes your own worn out eyes.

“Still with me?” He asks, letting the back of his knuckle rub against your cheek,

You hum, slightly nodding your head as best as you can while still leaning against the mattress, “Never better,”

A soft chuckle slips from his mouth, knuckle still rubbing soothing circles against your cheek as he reaches over to place a gentle kiss on your lips before pulling you against his chest. With as much strength and energy you can build, you slide over to him, leaning your head against his chest. Calm, soothing heartbeat thumping against your eardrums as you two laid there in each others arms, breathing, relaxing, talking quietly amongst each other about anything and everything. However, as much as you wanted this night to last, to just spend the remainder of the night in his arms till you both fell asleep, you knew you couldn’t. You had to get home before it get any later, so with an exhausted sigh you begin pulling away from his grip, but right as you managed to somewhat pull away from him he pulls you back down against his chest, earning a small chuckle from you.

“Chris,”

“Stay,” Is all he says, eyes closed as he kept you in his large arms,

“I can’t, I gotta go,” Chuckling once again you gently tap his peck before rising from his hold once again, but only settling into a sitting position beside him,

His arm falls around your waist at your new position, but doesn’t stop his fingers from rubbing patters against your skin as he watches you.

“Thought you didn’t have a curfew?” He asks, placing his other arm behind his head,

You smile down at him, “I don’t. But it’s getting late,”

He stays quiet for a few seconds. Eyes admiring your still slightly flushed face as he continues rubbing his pattern against your skin, “What time are your parents leaving you to babysit?”

You furrow your brows as you try to remember the exact time, “By noon, I think,”

“I’ll get you home before then,” He states, eyes not once parting from yours,

A smile tugs on your lips as you consider his offer with narrowed eyes, and knowing he knew you were debating on accepting his offer by the way his smile only widens. Then knowing he knows you’ve accepted it when he motions his head to the side.

“Stay,” He repeats, smile forming into a smirk when you roll your eyes at him with a shake of your head,

Quickly reaching over the edge of the bed to pull out your phone from its pocket, you sent a quick message to your mother letting her know you’ve decided to spent the night at Ashley’s but promise to be at the house before they leave. Once placing your phone on the bedside table, you quickly cuddle next to Chris who invited you with warm open arms. Placing a long gentle kiss on the crown of your head he wraps his arms around your frame before closing his eyes. Fingers now dancing along your shoulder blades as you both settle into conversation once again about random things, however, in a matter of minutes you both quickly drift off by the sounds of each others steady breathing.

In all your years of sleeping, you will admit, this was definitely by far the best nights of sleep you’ve ever gotten. A bit risky, but definitely worth it.

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nothoughtsonlytrance · 5 months ago

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Hey everyone! So earlier I posted my idea for a fanfic based on some fan art I saw of Sister Daniel and Blonde Phil by @cowboykate and @lumintsu! And now the first chapter is finally up on AO3! Here’s the link!

I also have the first chapter posted below if you wanna read it here. (I’ll be posting the rest of the chapters on AO3.)

Chapter 1: A Not-So-Grand Entrance

BGM: https://youtu.be/QFnNDj42Eig?si=9DZyNjeirH1sTLn6

“C’mon, c’mon, I can’t be late…not like last time!”

Phil mumbled incoherently in a panic as he grabbed his travel coffee mug and stuffed it in the bag on his shoulder mixed in with unorganized bits of paperwork. He was called in earlier to a last-minute urgent meeting held by the Council of Heavenly-Earthly Affairs, although he wasn’t informed what the discussion topic would be. Whatever it was, it was extremely important.

Phil took a deep breath and flapped his wings a few times to get a feeling for the air. He opened his door and quickly flew out into the Celestial City, darting through the ethereal streets. Each beat of his wings flapped with an urgency that was on the border of panic. He zigzagged between towering spires of light and around floating gardens, nearly colliding with a few other angels, who yelled at him to watch where he was going as he passed them by. Phil managed a breathless “Sorry!” as he twisted and turned, looking in the distance to see the shimmering building that housed the Council of Heavenly-Earthly Affairs looming closer.

As Phil slowed the beat of his wings and landed at the bottom of the grand steps, he could already hear the steady hum of the meeting from inside the grand chamber. The massive golden entrance doors loomed in front of him, shut tightly. Phil’s face grew in fear as he glanced at the ornate floating clock above the entrance.

He was late. VERY late.

Phil quickly darted around to the less dignified entrance-a small, nondescript door that was often used by maintenance angels to keep the building in shape. He prayed a silent prayer and yanked the door, squeezing through. His wings suddenly got caught in the frame and he was sent tumbling into a dimly lit corridor. Breathing heavily, Phil quickly scrambled to his feet, his pristine white robe slightly askew and a feather or two out of place.

Phil emerged into the blindingly bright council chamber, and hundreds of angelic heads turned simultaneously to look at him. At the head of the room, the Archangel Gabriel, who was chairing the meeting, stared down at him with a serious expression. Phil felt the heat rise to his cheeks as he adjusted his crooked halo.

“Ah, Philip,” Gabriel intoned, his voice echoing through the vast hall, “I was beginning to wonder when you would arrive. Might I say your sense of punctuality is in need of..amelioration.”

“Phil wanted to roll his eyes at the higher angels' use of big words but did it mentally as Gabriel’s temper was..unpredictable at times. And Phil already knew what his bad side was like. Pretty much the whole of Heaven itself did.

“M-my apologies, Archangel Gabriel.” Phil stuttered, trying to regain some semblance of composure. “I got..caught up with a flock of migrating seraphim on the way.” A few murmurs and chuckles spread throughout the assembly. Phil forced a fake smile and stepped forward, taking his place at his respective seat in the room. Sure, he had a not-so-grand entrance, but he was here and Gabriel (thankfully) left it at that. Now he just had to cross his fingers (and probably his wings) and hope that his tardiness wouldn’t overshadow his contribution to whatever critical matter was at hand.

Gabriel cleared his throat and the murmurs subsided instantly. “Now, as I was saying before Phillip untimely joined us, we have pressing matters at hand concerning the relationship between earthly destinies and celestial mandates…”

But Phil’s mind drifted far away from those discussions. The rhythmic drone of the angelic voices discussing the fine details of divine plans blurred into a gentle hum. Phil’s gaze wandered to the stained-glass windows high above, depicting scenes of cosmic splendor and past divine interventions. He couldn’t help but imagine himself soaring through those starry skies, free from the heavy responsibilities of heavenly bureaucracy. Because although Phil loved working for the Council, he had to admit it got boring at times.

And this was one of those times.

“Philip!” A sudden firm voice boomed, sending a loud echo through the room.

Phil blinked and snapped his head forward, finding the piercing gaze of Archangel Gabriel locked onto him. The room once again fell silent, all eyes turning back to where Phil sat, his face now a shade of red that was deeper than the darkest pits of Hell.

“Y-yes sir?” Phil replied, trying to steady his voice.

Gabriel’s expression was a mix of sternness and amusement. “It appears your mind has wandered far from this council. I hope you’re ready to pay attention now, as you’ve been given an assignment of the utmost importance.”

Phil’s heart skipped a beat. An assignment? For him? Usually he was given simple paperwork, but something like this? The back of his neck pricked with nervous anticipation. “I-yes, of course. What is it, sir?”

Gabriel’s eyes softened slightly, though his tone remained authoritative. “This assignment has come from none other than God himself. You are to receive the details directly from him immediately.”

Phil almost spat out the coffee he was currently drinking. He quickly placed his cup down, trying to get a hold of himself as he coughed. After a few seconds he looked up. A collective gasp echoed through the chamber upon hearing Gabriel’s words. Phil’s wings twitched nervously and his palms suddenly felt clammy. Meeting God? Himself? This was beyond the realm of normal ordinary assignments. Usually responsibilities such as these were given to higher-up angels such as seraphims or virtues, but not lowly angels like him.

“Sir, there must be an honest mistake,” Phil protested. “Why me?”

Gabriel stepped down from the dais and flew down towards Phil with a measured pace. “God tends to work in mysterious ways, Philip. He sees potential and purpose in ways that others cannot.” He eventually stood in front of Phil, continuing to gaze down at him with authoritative eyes. “You are to go immediately to the Sanctum of Light. He is waiting for you.”

Phil swallowed hard, nodding quickly. His mind raced with a thousand questions and fears, but he knew better than to voice them here. He slowly rose to his feet and flew down from his seat to the exit doors, the various angels in the room parting like the Red Sea to let him pass. As he flew down, the murmurs of his fellow angels followed him, a blend of envy, curiosity, and encouragement.

Another higher-ranking angel, a seraphim, met him at the doors to escort him to the Sanctum of Light. Once they exited, the grand doors of the chamber slammed behind him. Phil once again found himself in the long main corridors of the building. The seraphim, without saying a word, gestured him to follow them and Phil was led down a series of unfamiliar hallways that only his escort seemed to know. They seemed to stretch endlessly, every flap of his wings echoing and amplifying his trepidation. He'd never felt so small, so unworthy.

Finally, the two reached the Sanctum’s entrance, a pair of towering radiant doors that pulsed with divine energy. His escort turned to him and nodded.

“Good luck. May God grant you mercy.”

Phil wasn’t sure whether that was an encouragement or threat, but it made him gulp nervously either way. The seraphim then teleported out of sight, leaving Phil alone at the entrance doors.

It was now or never. Taking a deep breath, Phil placed his trembling hand on the door. It swung open silently, revealing a blinding expanse of pure light.

Phil trepidatiously stepped inside as the doors closed behind him. Although the Sanctum was mainly used for meditation and reflection purposes, he was feeling far from peaceful. Why wouldn’t he be? After all, he was meeting THE GOD. The Creator of all life on Earth. The Ruler of Heaven himself.

“Philip Michael Lester,”

A booming voice echoed in the air. Phil turned his head and gasped as he saw a brighter light envelop an elderly-looking man with a long white beard and eyes full of love and kindness.

Phil’s eyes widened in a mixture of awe and fear. Gulping harder, he nodded. “Uh, yes, it’s me, Lord. You said you had an important assignment for me?”

God nodded and spoke once more. “Indeed.” He clasped his hands behind his back and looked in the distance towards the Celestial City. “We have been getting several reports of multiple demonic invasions happening on Earth from undercover angels. The Council is unsure of why this is so, but after a few meetings with some earthly priests, we have come to the conclusion that it is highly possible that Satan and his Counselors are preparing for Armageddon.”

“Wait..what?? You mean…” This couldn’t be. Sure, Phil had read about some reports of demonic possessions happening among mortals as of lately, but he didn’t think it would become this bad. And now, the apocalypse on Earth was probably a few days from happening. But that still didn’t answer his question of why God summoned him. “Um, sir.” He cleared his throat. “I understand those events have been occuring, but why did you call me here in the first place?”

God turned around and smiled with a warmth that dispelled some of Phil’s fear. “Because I’ve chosen you to recruit a moral on Earth to assist you in preventing this hellish plan. The Council has already picked out who that person will be, and your task is to find them, guide them, and persuade them to help you in thwarting Satan’s plans.”

Phil’s pupils contracted in fear. He swallowed nervously. Traveling to Earth to persuade someone to help him stop an entire army of demons? No, there was absolutely no way! He had never even been to Earth before in the first place! He shook his head. “Sir, I don’t understand. Why me? I mean, I’m just a low-ranking angel who mostly works behind the scenes of the Council. I-I don’t do field work! And-“

“Because Philip,” God placed a reassuring hand on the angel’s shoulder. “You possess a unique understanding of humanity and a compassionate heart. Not only that, but your persuasion skills are beyond comparison.”

“What do you mean?”

“Do you remember the time you persuaded Raphael to travel to Earth to protect those in Europe during the Black Plague?”

“Well, yeah, but that was hundreds of years ago-“

“Or the time you convinced Archangel Michael to go undercover when a group of demons were plotting an attack in America during the Salem Witch Trials?”

“Of course, but I-“

“Phil,” continued the deity, “there are many other examples I can name, but the point is that you have a gift like no other. Trust your instincts. I have faith that you will be the one to lead this rebellion. Even if you may not have faith in yourself.”

Phil nodded, though the anxiety still gnawed at him. “Are you sure that I am the one to do this? Out of all the angels in Heaven you could have chosen?” God nodded sincerely, chuckling. “Phil, I wouldn’t have summoned you here if I didn’t. Believe in your purpose.”

Phil was still trying to wrap his head around the concept of him leading a rebellion against the entirety of Hell with a random mortal from Earth. The thought seemed to be insane, but who was he to deny a request from God Himself? To deny something like that would be blasphemous, he thought. After much debate in his mind, he took a deep breath, the weight of the responsibility settling on his shoulders. “Ok, I’ll do it.”

“Perfect!” Exclaimed God. He snapped his fingers and another angel appeared before him. It was the seraphim that escorted Phil to the Sanctum before. “Phil, I’d like you to meet Zion. They will be your main point of contact while you are on Earth. If you need any assistance, just give them a heads up..”

Zion stepped forward and placed a small device that looked like a smartphone in Phil’s hands. “It’s designed to look like an earthly cell phone to avoid suspicion.” They explained. “All of my contacts are in there with everything updated. If you need anything, I’ll be at Headquarters ready for your call. I’ll also keep in touch just to check how everything’s going.”

“Thank you.” Phil nodded and slightly gripped the smartphone. God raised his hand and suddenly a portal of shimmering light appeared before Phil. “Go now, Phil. Time is of the essence. May you find courage and strength in your mission.”

Phil took one last glance towards the deity. With a final nod, he stepped through the portal, feeling the familiar pull of the mortal realm like a magnet. As the light enveloped him, he silently prayed that God made the right decision. The fate of not only Earth, but both Heaven and Hell depended on him.

And at this rate, he vowed to not let them down.

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misslavenderlady · 2 years ago

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i was wondering if maybe you could write a lesbian!reader being like besties w the boys and just getting up to random shit

Little Sister 🏳️‍🌈

The Lost Boys & Female!Reader (She/Her Pronouns)

Summary: Being the best friend to the one and only Lost Boys means that the fun never ends. Tonight is no exception, and something special might happen!

Thank you anon for the request! I appreciate your patience and I hope you enjoy this!

You adored your friends more than anything in the world. The Lost Boys treated you like one of their own since the day you met them. They were affectionate, fun, and took you on plenty of adventures. It was just an instant connection with the vampire boys. It was almost like having four brothers to look after you.

While you weren’t a vampire yet, you were having plenty of good times as an honorary Lost Girl until you were ready to take the leap of faith as a creature of the night. Between going to bars, riding all the rides on the boardwalk, and causing some trouble on the streets of Santa Carla, there was never a dull moment.

Tonight was no exception. After a good few weeks of begging David to get a tv set up in the cave, the leader of the gang finally gave in to your request. To make you extra happy, he even decided to take you and the others to their Sire’s video store in order to start building a collection of videotapes to enjoy for future movie nights.

“You’re lucky I’m the most charitable one of the gang, hun,” David teased as you browsed through the selections.

“Does that mean you’ll also throw in my own special chair too? I’m tired of using that busted-up couch all the time,” you asked.

David opened his mouth to protest, no doubt to fight the idea of spoiling his little sister. To his annoyance, Paul and Marko jumped in too, jutting out their lips in pouts and widening their eyes to make them appear as sweet and innocent as possible.

“Pweeeeeease, David?” Paul pleaded.

“Let’s get a whole living room set! Pretty please!!” Marko added on to the begging.

David remembered how once upon a time he was concerned about the terror twins overwhelming you. Little did he know that you would work a little too well with them, leading to the name changing to “the terror triplets”. It was a good thing he loved all of you so much.

“Let’s get our movies first and then we’ll talk about re-decorating,” Dwayne chimed in, saving David from your mischievous behavior. You shot him a smile as he reached out a hand to ruffle up your hair.

The five of you continued your adventure through the store. You had to hand it to Max. Even for a total dork who was a shitty excuse for a father figure, he had great taste in the stuff he sold. Figures that after being around for so long, he’d easily figure out what kind of stuff people would want to buy.

Your eyes wandered to the horror section. The idea of picking a monster movie to watch with your vampire brothers was quite amusing. What made it more ironic was that the tape that caught your eye first was a vampire movie. The Vampire Lovers from 1970. ‘Taste the deadly passion of the blood nymphs,’ the tagline enticed you. It really intrigued you.

“Ooh! I highly recommend that one! It’s one of my favorites!” a feminine voice spoke up behind you. Curious, you turned around to see who was there.

You didn’t know what you were expecting, but you were delightfully surprised to see an absolutely stunning woman standing across the aisle from you. She had bouncy curls, glowing skin, and the most dazzling brown eyes you had ever seen. Looking at her reminded you of the warm, fuzzy feelings you got whenever you watched the sunset across the ocean.

Not wanting to stand there and gawk like an idiot, you pushed yourself to find some proper words.

“O-Oh!! What’s it about?” you asked. The title of the film should have been an obvious clue, but your brain was malfunctioning around this pretty lady. Thankfully, she wasn’t put off by your question. In fact, her smile widened.

“Well, I can’t spoil it, but there are beautiful women getting up to spooky stuff. So there’s plenty to enjoy.”

You felt a warm sensation flood through your cheeks. She was such a pretty lady, and you were charmed by her with every moment you spent with her. It made you eager to talk more with her. Get to know her a little better and compare the monster movies you adored most.

It was such a pleasant conversation that had you completely focused that you hadn’t even noticed the boys sneak up behind you.

“Yo! Maria! Ya tryin’ to steal our baby sister?” Marko said playfully. He and Paul threw an arm around your shoulders, sandwiching you in between them.

God, you couldn’t believe their terrible timing. The two of you were hitting it off and now they were going to start embarrassing you in front of the cute girl. If you hadn’t learned her name from his comment, you would have slugged the curly-haired vamp.

“I dunno, Maria, you can do better than her. She snores so loud it wakes the dead!” Paul snickered.

You were not going to put up with their nonsense anymore. With an exasperated groan, you called out for the others to come to your rescue and get the two dorks off of you. Maria giggled in amusement as David and Dwayne came to drag them off back to the action movie section.

“I am so sorry about them. I swear, I can’t take them anywhere.”

“Aww it’s all good,” Maria assured you. “If you really want, we can talk a bit more about movies some other time. Maybe....over dinner sometime?”

It was a miracle your jaw didn’t drop to the ground. Your heart was racing in your chest, the excitement of going on a date with Maria making your blood rush. You had to remember to keep it cool as you agreed to such a nice idea.

The two of you traded numbers, briefly discussing when you could call and make more plans for whenever you would meet up. You even promised to give the vampire movie a watch so that you could talk about your favorite parts with her. That certainly made her excited. With a wave of her fingers and a bat of her eyelashes, Maria bid you farewell.

So, there you were. Standing in the horror movie section of the video store, holding the phone number of a gorgeous lady who wanted to go out with you. You could practically hear the Halleluiah chorus going off in your head.

“Ooooh, someone’s got a girlfriend~”

In an instant, you snapped out of your rose-tinted haze. Your four boys had returned to pester you, all of them wearing the sneakiest grins you had ever seen.

“Aww, you’re not gonna forget about us, are ya?” Dwayne cooed, nudging you gently. The boys all burst into a fit of giggles while your face flushed a deep shade of red in embarrassment.

“Oh, shut up,” you said. “Don’t be jealous because I get pretty girls and you don’t.”

While they all howled at how feisty you were, you would pay them no mind. It was all good fun, and you were just so excited for whenever you got to see Maria again. You were truly going to enjoy being with her.

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heartlandians · 5 months ago

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Filling Empty Spaces (Amy/Mitch), part 230

Mitch and Amy find an unexpected connection due to absent lovers. Set around season 11->.

A/N: I didn’t have a beta for this story, so hopefully there won’t be too many grammar errors.

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The whirring of the hospital doors played in the background and the smell of hand sanitizer pushed through their noses when Mitch and Lou entered the building.

The sensations reminded Mitch of the visit he had paid to this very same hospital last year after Ty had attacked him unprovoked at Heartland. Thankfully no bigger harm had been done back then, but it seemed like his visits here were never for anything pleasant.

It was strange to think how things had changed since, but apparently awkward trips to hospitals were still an on-going theme for him.

After the assault, things had been weird between him and Amy. There had not been anything romantic going on (yet), despite what people had assumed, so Ty's attack had only added a layer of confusion into everything; like he had not been even allowed to be friends with Amy because "it sent a wrong signal".

Now, almost a year later, they were more than friends and yet they were still kept apart to some degree partly due to that whole misunderstanding at that time. This time, however, the message would have been truthful, but the timing would have just been bad.

And so, here was Mitch, tagging along with Amy's sister when she paid a visit to the hospital her younger sister was in, in hopes to make sense of all of this.

"Hey, I'm Lou Fleming. I'm here to visit my sister, Amy Fleming", Lou began the conversation with the nurse at the reception when they reached the counter. She leaned on the surface after adjusting the handbag on her shoulder. "I was wondering if there's been any updates since yesterday?"

"Let me see..." the nurse said and began to type in something with the keyboard in front of her. "Amy Fleming, you said?" she checked.

Lou nodded. "F-L-E-M-I-N-G. Just one "M". Yes."

Mitch looked around, assessing the atmosphere in the waiting room.

He saw people on their phones, either contacting loved ones or trying to find distraction, others leaning on their loved ones as they were trying to keep their eyes open with poor results and some visitors were pacing back and forth as the waiting was starting to drive them up the walls.

Even though the situations all of these people had faced, for them to end up here, were no doubt mostly unfortunate, Mitch knew from his own experience that sometimes waiting was even worse than being the one in the surgery or the one in a coma; the feeling when there was nothing you could do but wait was crushing.

Everyone here had their own story, but they had at least one thing in common; without exchanging a word with any of them, Mitch knew all of them felt helpless right now.

And yet, despite all the worry and sadness, there was so much love present. That brought in some hope.

He had been waiting for news about Amy for days now, only getting little crumbs of information here and there. Being closer to actually getting some answers now, Mitch realized that despite having all the time in the world to plan what he would do or say - if this were to happen -, he had no idea what he was actually doing here.

Was this helpful in any way?

To who, exactly?

Was he being selfish? Would Amy approve of this?

"--there's not much to report right now, I'm afraid", the nurse's voice brought Mitch back to this moment.

Answers. Focus, he told himself.

It seemed like the nurse had talked with Lou for a while now, but he had gotten lost in his own head and missed the beginning of the conversation.

Hopefully nothing too crucial.

"It's just... it's been days already", Lou expressed her restlessness, and even though she could have had her personal, somewhat immoral reasons to wish Amy's coma to continue for a little while longer, she did sound disappointed - or maybe concerned. It was hard to tell.

"Your sister's suffered a major head trauma, so it can take a long time to recover from something like that", the nurse replied patiently. Sometimes loved ones had a hard time understanding how long healing actually took because this wasn't their every day life.

But for her, it was.

Mitch couldn't help but admire the way the person behind the counter remained calm, even though it could have been easy to get tired answering - what he assumed to be - repeated questions all day long. It really made a difference when the family and friends were trying to deal with a life-altering event.

"And will you call us right away if she happens to wake up? If no one is here then", Lou insisted to know.

The nurse had an empathetic smile on her face. Mitch assumed this was another question she had almost expected at some point.

"She can't just wake up from a medically induced coma", the nurse reminded.

This was something the family had been told when Amy had been admitted to the hospital after her accident, but the nurse understood it could have easily slipped someone's mind when there was so much new information that had to be taken in.

Or maybe Lou had not been there for that - which, she had not, as she had been flying in from New York.

"Oh... Right..." Lou let out, feeling silly for only thinking how people always woke up from a coma in the movies - medically induced or not - and it was always very dramatically, too.

The nurse felt like maybe repeating some information was in order - which played in Mitch's favor, as this was his first time hearing about it.

"We're still continuously administering the sedate every couple of hours to keep your sister unconsciours in an attempt to minimize brain injury", the nurse continued, stressing why this was important.

Mitch listened to all of this, and even though it all sounded so bizarre in a way - as this still didn't feel real to him - he understood it was all part of the process.

The nurse went on. "We check her every couple of hours to ensure she's still unconscious and sufficiently medicated. Keeping her in a coma is the best thing for her right now as it allows her brain to rest and regenerate more efficiently. When it's time to wake her up, we'll let you know in advance, so you can be here."

Lou nodded as it sounded like they still couldn't really do anything but wait. She glanced at Mitch, realizing she had completely forgotten to introduce him to the nurse.

"Okay, we'll just go see her anyway", Lou said, then gesturing to Mitch. "He's... uh..."

She was looking for a right word.

Mitch waited with bated breath; how much gatekeeping of visitors did this hospital practice? Was it "family only"?

Was he to be Amy's brother, or something?

"He's... with me", was all Lou finally let out, getting a nod of approval from the nurse.

"You remember the room number?" the nurse checked.

"Yeah. Thank you", Lou assured and then turned to head to the elevators, gesturing Mitch to follow her.

"You're welcome. Have a good day", the nurse replied as they left the reception area.

Mitch trailed Lou, eventually catching her at the steel doors just as she pressed the button and adjusted the handbag on her shoulder nervously.

It wasn't even falling off; Mitch noticed it seemed more like a stim to calm Lou down.

"You okay...?" he eventually checked, noticing how frantic Lou seemed.

Her gaze wandered in the hall, quickly passing at him, and then returning to the elevator button.

"Yeah. Yeah", she mumbled, touching her forehead with her clammy fingers. "Sorry, I didn't... really know what to say to the nurse about who you are; I figured you and Amy don't want to tell others about... the dating thing yet. Not that the nurse would care, but just so she doesn't accidentally tell someone else about it. You know, like Grandpa. Or Dad."

Mitch appreciated Lou being discreet, despite the awkward situation.

"Thanks. I think that was fine", Mitch said, looking up to see the digital numbers showing how the elevator was getting lower. "I'm just glad I didn't have to play Peter again in order to join you somewhere."

Lou frowned. ""Play Peter again"...?" she repeated.

"Well, you know, like when you asked me to your high school reunion last year", Mitch reminded. It had annoyed him back then, but now it was just another ridiculous memory to recall. "And you wanted me to pretend to be Peter, for whatever reason."

At least he didn't have to pretend to be someone else this time, but then again, in some ways he was still a secret to so many people in one Fleming sister's life.

So maybe it wasn't all still in the past...

Lou's embarrassment was almost palpable to Mitch as she cringed.

"Oh, god... Right, that... I had forgotten all about that", Lou admitted. "I was... sort of going through something. And it didn't help that I had to deal with Mary-Jane Sutka on top of it all-- Anyway. I don't want to get into that right now..." she sighed as she realized this could easily turn into a spiral.

She was already in middle of one, there was no room for another.

They heard a ding sound as the elevator reached their floor. The doors opened slowly before they entered, both getting more and more anxious as Lou's hand reached for the right button to press.

"So, uh... what are you going to say to Georgie...?" Mitch had to ask.

She had not disclosed that yet as the drive to the hospital had been more about them going over Amy's situation since Mitch had had so many questions.

Lou leaned back and adjusted herself on top of her heels, then glancing at Mitch on her right.

"Oh... Uh, I guess... just that you wanted to come and support me during the visit. That I was upset and... I ran into you at the town or something, and you offered to come. And I mean, you and Amy are-- were friends too, before you... well, you know", she murmured, gesturing that Mitch probably figured what she was trying to say.

He listened to Lou's plan, wondering if Georgie would buy it.

"So it isn't even that far-fetched that you could want to come. Honestly, I don't think she'll think too much into it; she's more upset about this whole situation with Amy than who visits her", Lou continued.

Mitch let out a heavy sigh, clenching his jaw.

Lou's head spun toward him.

"What...? You have a better idea?" Lou scoffed and challenged him, feeling like she was being judged for thinking on her feet. "I think I know my daughter better than you..."

"No, it's not that", Mitch wanted to straighten out as he shook his head a little. "It's just that... apparently you don't know the whole situation. -- Georgie knows."

"Georgie "knows" what?" Lou asked.

"Well, you know... about me and Amy", Mitch clarified. He watched Lou as the realization dawned on her. "I wasn't sure if she had actually already told you that she does, but I guess not--"

"Wait, she knows?" Lou didn't even let him finish. She was baffled.

"Yeah, she knows", Mitch repeated. "Or that's what Amy told me."

"Why didn't you just tell me she knows?!" Lou insisted, looking crossed. "You seriously would have let me walk in there and come up with some sort of lie--"

"I wasn't! I didn't!" Mitch hurried to remind her before she would get too carried away. "That's why I brought it up now."

"Yeah, now, when we're in the elevator, only a small walk away from her!" Lou shot back.

"There was just a lot to talk about, okay?!" Mitch felt defensive, his big frame suddenly looking smaller next to Lou's figure.

The woman huffed, turning back to stare at the doors.

At first Lou figured maybe this would complicate things, but as she mulled it over for few seconds, maybe Georgie knowing would actually make it easier.

"Okay, so... she knows", Lou stated, trying to turn this around. "That means I don't really have to say anything to her, don't I?"

She almost sighed out of a relief, feeling like she had been let off the hook; she didn't like lying to her kids.

"She knows, so... of course you'd want to see Amy", Lou continued, mapping out the plan and all of its sides, saying it out loud as if it couldn't have been more obvious.

Mitch shook his head, laughing, but not with a tone of amusement. "Oh no, I think we have to say something..."

He had not been face to face with Lou's daughter since things had been revealed to Georgie, but from what Amy had said, it had not gone over smoothly, so he wasn't expecting there to be a happy reunion.

Lou stared at him puzzled.

"What's this about? That laugh, that tone?" she demanded, gesturing at him.

Mitch felt uncomfortable and he let out a moan as he was struggling to find his way out verbally.

"We haven't actually had a conversation about it. From what I know, Amy tried, but Georgie basically ran from Heartland to her boyfriend and... I guess they have not talked since", Mitch summarized what he knew with a soft tone, hoping it would help keep Lou calmer.

Lou blinked, staring ahead, wondering what that had been about.

"Ran from Heartland? Why?" she couldn't figure it out. "Nothing's been said to me..."

Mitch sighed, spreading his hands in surrender. "You'd have to talk to her about it; I can't speak for her."

Something clicked for Lou.

"So that's why she wasn't at the rodeo", she was slowly filling the empty spaces.

The chaos of the last few days had been hard to keep up with; from the moment she had landed back on the Canadian soil, the older Fleming sister had entered into a situation where small things easily fell through the cracks - and it seemed like that had happened.

"So, who was there then...?" Mitch wondered. "When it happened... At the rodeo."

"Oh, uh, Jade, her friend and this new ranch hand", Lou explained. "It's kind of a weird situation overall, actually. I guess Amy technically hired him just before the accident, but now... she's in a coma, and we didn't really know what to do with him, so... because we needed help, he's been helping with the chores."

Lou was not the only one filling the blanks.

Typically, this would have been something Amy would have shared with Mitch at the end of the day, but on that faithful point of time, they had not had that moment together during dusk where they would have gone over everything that had happened since the last time they had talked.

It made Mitch sad again.

Those moments had slowly become his favorite time of the day, and the lack of them was noticeable.

The elevator jolted slightly as it reached the right floor and the doors opened. Both Lou and Mitch were about to step out when they noticed a person standing in front of the doors, waiting to get in.

"Georgie", Lou said when she recognized her daughter in front of her, going over the insides of her wallet. "Hey, honey", she breathed out.

Georgie brought her eyes up upon hearing a familiar voice, and her face went from soft to angry in the matter of seconds when she took in the sight.

"What are you doing here...?" she hissed as her eyes drilled onto Mitch. "Mom, what is he doing here?" Georgie demanded to know.

#heartland #fanfiction #filling empty spaces

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spot-of-tea · 6 months ago

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Okay so I've realised that I probably need to do a masterpost for all my au stuff I'm posting. I will definitely get on that later... when I remember (if I remember). But nevertheless we persist. Now my fic revolves around one particular family in general with one of the kids being the main protagonist. I'll reveal more when I finally feel comfortable enough to start posting the actual fic but the acronym I use for the fic is tswwid. If you can guess what it stands for, you'll get bragging rights. The only reason I'm not revealing the full name for the fic yet is because it makes the commitment way too real right now and I'm just having some fun. Also because the main characters name is in the title and I want to keep that somewhat of a secret for now.

But anyway... another family!

The Redfox Family

Gajeel and Levy had a somewhat tumultuous relationship, from enemies to friends to lovers. While they had initially planned to take things slowly after the war, the surprise arrival of their firstborn derailed those plans. Not long after the daughters birth the two finally settled and married. Their marriage and growing family ended up being the catalyst for many other guildmembers finally settling down and building their own families.

Lillian Redfox

Bookish like her mother but with the same penchant for heavy metals like her father. Lillian became something of a mechanic/inventor. With her continued technological advances, Lillian ended up taking over the Fairytail secret basement after it was no longer needed and turned it into a sort of lab/workshop where she spends most of her days covered head to toe in grease and oil and up to her waist in whatever machine she's working on. Lillian (or Lily for short) was named after her uncle Panther Lily. The exceed was especially honoured by this choice. Levy was however particularly heartbroken to discover that her daughter had no magical potential, until Gajeel reminded her that it wasn't the end of the world for the girl, and that many members of the guild don't have magical potential either. The lack of magic hasn't stopped the young woman and she is considered as one of the guild powerhouses despite the challenges she faces.

Shutora Redfox

One half of the terror twins. While Gajeel would deny fainting when he discovered that his wife was carrying twins, he definitely fainted. Shutora takes after her father way too much, she's loud, brash and confrontational. She butts heads with almost all of her peers and has become extremely competitive with Nashi Dragneel (who she considers her rival). She can be handled on her own but when combined with her brother she becomes an unstoppable force. The two, while they fight and argue like regular siblings, are practically inseparable. Shutora is a user of rock magic, which she taught herself to use so that she could better study the rocks she so loves to collect.

Yajeh Redfox

The other half of the terror twins. Yajeh is on the whole quieter than his twin, which many find odd considering his magic (Sound magic). However, he can be just as loud as her when provoked. While he inherited his fathers love of music, he thankfully didn't inherit his skill level and has become quite the talented musician. Gajeel often enjoys creating music with his only son and the two enjoy playing for the guild in their downtime. Yajeh looks up to his sister Lillian a great deal, deciding to become a mechanic and inventor like her. Unlike his sister, however, Yajeh finds the melding of biology and mechanics to be fascinating and would be regarded as the guild's resident mad scientist, if his lab partner and friend Iggy Dragneel didn't already take that top spot.

#fairytail #fairy tail #levy mcgarden #gajeel redfox #fairytail fanfiction #fairy tail fanfiction #gajevy #gajeel x levy #tea speaks #tea writes #tswwid au

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lilabella12 · 6 months ago

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1312 - Day 3

Life slowly returns to normal at the Dresden Farm. The grief over the loss of their daughter and sister fades into the background as they do their chores and prepare for the house expansion.

A cold winter chill hangs in the air, but has yet to snow this season. Thankfully the crops they planted seem to be doing fine for now.

The conversation over breakfast turns to family matters.

Emma: "I heard that your brother is doing well and the twin girls are healthy. I was thinking about paying them a visit today, you haven't seen your brother in so long... We didn't even go to the graveyard around All Souls."

Finnian: "It's true... I must visit him soon. Not today, though, I'm close to finishing the shop. You can go, send greetings. Maybe invite them over for next week? We could have a christmas celebration if the twins can travel."

Emma: "Sure, I will ask them. I would love to have a family gathering."

Daniel: "Can I come, too, mother? I haven't seen the twins yet. do they really look alike?"

Emma: "You can, love, we'll take Eve as well so your father can work in peace."

Finnian starts working right away - he really wants this building to be finished, so Emma and the children take the walk to Norwood Farm.

They have a wonderful day playing out in the garden even though the air is cold as ice. Daniel and Eve finally meet their cousins and he's absolutely in awe at Domino, who he had only heard about until now.

Evan notices that Daniel has developed an interest in his stallion and offers to teach him to ride if he comes around again.

Evan: "He's a little difficult, but when he likes you, you can ride him without problems."

Daniel: "I would be happy to try. Can we do it now?"

Evan: "Not now, I think it would be better to try it out in the woods first. But I can teach you some archery if you want to try that, too."

Daniel nodds excitedly.

Eve is a little shy around the family but she warms up quickly and makes fast friends with her cousin Flora. Ida meanwhile sticks more to Daniel, she follows him around the whole day.

When they sit around the fire that evening, Rayla and Daniel talk about her life in the orphanage. Daniel is somehow fascinated by it and when the subject turns to the nuns teaching her to read, he has so many questions.

Rayla: "I could teach you, if you want to. I want to teach the twins as well when they grow up enough to understand it, but you can have the book I learned with until then."

Daniel: "Do you think I can manage it on my own at home?"

Rayla: "Let me show you the basics and you can practice. I can teach you again when we come over for Christmas."

When they get home later in the day, Finnian has finished his workshop! He can finally sell his furniture from his own house instead of relying on contracts. It's only small for now, but it's enough for him.

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#ultimate decades challenge #the sims 4 #sims4 #norwood legacy #gen 1 #medieval #legacy challenge #sims medieval #ts4 #the sims 4 legacy #ts4 legcay #ts4 decades challenge #1310

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typewriter83 · 22 days ago

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Hey there! Miss Undercover back again xx

I totally agree with you seeing Tommy/Ellie as a strictly platonic/familial dynamic haha. My favourite fics of them are the ones where they roast eachother humourously but love each other fiercely and bond by ganging up on Joel together 🤣 They're so silly and sweet and gosh darn adorable.

I'd say your tendency to write Ellie into uncomfortable situations is because it is such a significant part of her character. By no means does it shape her identity as a whole, but it contributes to it heavily in some aspects and carries a lot of important weight. To me, Ellie was a really crucial example of teen girl trauma at the hands of a creepy man and how this problem can persist even in— ESPECIALLY in the context of a video game where the world is apocalyptic and based on survival. Ironically, this whole aspect of being in critical danger and at risk of not surviving is really emphasised when David and Ellie are in a literal BURNING BUILDING, yet David's main concern seems to be tackling Ellie and assaulting her. Additionally, it makes sense that she came across a horrible grown man interested in pursuing her in an environment where men like him are rampant and reckless and there's no legal system or particular awareness of morality to hold them to account.

The fact that you include Ellie's trauma in your AUs, as well as many other writers, is wonderful considering the fact that it amplifies this whole idea of the same issue being heavily prevalent and thus interwoven into several different universes— because this offensive dynamic is, as a matter of fact, found throughout different time periods and countries. It spans over centuries and over the globe— sisters, united in suffering. It's disturbing how far the extent of this problem goes, and it's intriguing seeing the awareness and discussion that was sparked when TLOU was first released. I've seen many men say that they could hardly tell David's true intentions (and that it took them until the burning building scene to realise), and in contrast many women say that they knew from the beginning of David and Ellie's interaction. I myself had bright red alarm bells ringing in my head at the sight of David and the way he communicated himself to Ellie.

There's a huge disparity in the culture of paranoia that us ladies were conditioned to adopt due to the victimhood we've been subjugated to and have continuously seen from a young age, and the awareness of this prevalent issue that men slowly learn to develop. I think I was always aware to some degree of the dangers presented to me as a girl, and it was heartbreakingly interesting seeing Ellie's underlying understanding of the strife of her situation clash with her desperation to save Joel. She was wary of David, and aware, I'm sure, of the troubles posed by men like him, yet she was forced into a situation where she had to put her desire for avoidance aside and put survival first.

Ellie inspired many too. Her recovery arc, and the fact that she took that pain and turned it into strength and motivation was admirable. Here was a young girl who bore the pain of being preyed on like a cross on her little shoulders, and while she showed signs of trauma in the aftermath it didn't ensconce her identity and turn her into the emblem of a victim. Instead, we got to see her character remained fleshed out and complex, see her passion to save the world and ambition to make a change. Many media creators try to present female victimhood as this one-track journey where being the damsel-in-distress takes up our personality and zaps us of all individuality, but the video game creators thankfully took a different route. They gave Ellie this refreshing autonomy by having her 1) take charge and off David herself and 2) be able deal with her troubled emotions in the aftermath but still remain focused on her goal. It was great having her be a personality of her own rather than just a salvation to Joel's suffering / vulnerable figure that fuels his saviour complex. Instead of using an overdone trope, TLOU made it their own by putting a slight spin on it and allowing both Joel and Ellie to be their own unique individuals. Ellie isn't some helpless being that critically needs Joel to survive— that much was made clear, her independence and headstrong initiative shines through consistently. It's just great and handy to have him anyway and they're attached on a great level.

While Ellie having to off David was devastating, the act of being able to output this rage and fear herself instead of having it done for her was cathartic to see. Many girls like her want to channel that inner rage into destroying their abusers once and for all but don't get the chance to, and it's great how TLOU went about executing this sort of scenario in a realistic yet satisfying way where our dear Ellie gets at least some form of closure.

I agree, it's always great talking to you 😊💝 I do love these chats of ours

Miss Undercover - are you a writer? I’m 100% not asking you to tell me who you are, but do you write? Because this analysis is next level. Chef’s kiss

Uncle Tommy and Ellie are simply adorable - I have a wonderful uncle that married my aunt when I was a toddler and he’s one of my favorite people on the freaking planet. So, that relationship with Tommy and Ellie is special. I really want to lean into it with LtW2, try to heal the damage while she and Tommy (as well as Tommy and Joel) come to understandings.

Ellie’s trauma - I think it’s a critical, and horrifying, part of her character no matter how she’s written. Whether looking back on the canon event, twisting it in a parallel universe, or creating something more modern, I think it shapes Ellie into the adult she will become.

Even though it’s not discussed in canon, I think Ellie had seen violence like that in Boston as well - she knew when she met David that he was not like Joel. Now, I know in the game they leaned into her trusting him, but she was so much more hesitant with David than she was when she met Joel - which of course they switched up in the show, so it’s all about context. Regardless, David’s character was hell bent on making Ellie his. It’s disturbing to write any scene where David hurts Ellie - but when he makes it clear that his intention is to have her, it leaves me shaken.

In all honesty, writing the Donuts & Coffee version was more disturbing for me to write than the burning church in LtW. Maybe it was because Ellie was older and completely thrown off guard, or it was just crafting a brand new concept, I’m not sure. The burning church was like recreating the restaurant - just a little tidbit on that.

It’s also disturbing to see conversations on social media about the comparisons/similarities between David and Joel - that just blows my mind. I watched episode 8 before I watched the game and I felt a tingle run down my spine the first time she locked eyes on David. It’s the eyes for sure. And I think it’s an interesting commentary on society when men (not all men, and there are some women) can see similarities between Joel and David. Joel didn’t want to take care of Ellie, he didn’t want to be responsible for her, but he never gives off the impression of wanting to harm her. Seeing as he’s basically Tess’s guard dog, I think it leads (should lead anyway) the player/viewer to believe Joel wouldn’t hurt a woman, unless it was in self defense. We don’t get to see what Joel was like before Boston, but we have to believe this was true between Austin and Boston.

Your last two paragraphs about Ellie’s recovery need no reply - I really just want everyone to go back and read your analysis of Ellie’s character - because I think it sums her up in a much more poignant way than anything I could approach.

I sincerely enjoy discussing TLOU with you, Miss Undercover - if you ever decide to create a side blog (please let it be Miss Undercover somehow), please hit up my DMs so we can chat more! But until then, I look forward to our next topic of discussion! Honestly I would love to discuss canon more, Ellie and or Joel in any capacity - I know this took awhile for me to address but I feel like I’m getting back on track, finally!

🫶🏻

#mama bear speaks #ask away!#miss undercover anon #tlou analysis #tlou ellie

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racingliners · 6 months ago

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20 Questions for Fic Writers - Was totally, definitely tagged by @monacotrophywife

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

23, some of them are long abandoned wips but I very much struggle with deleting things.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

533,586. I just have a lot to say.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

F1 and Star Trek

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

the og rpf version of Life In The Fast Lane, The Rules of Strategy, Sister, This Must Be a Mistake (a prompt which I brushed up and posted on ao3 for prosperity) and I'll Be Okay, Someday (a very self-indulgent Charles leaves Ferrari fic with some sebchal if you really squint)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I always try to respond to comments as best I can, mainly just to show appreciation for getting a comment in the first place (I don't get comments on my works that much so I get stupidly delighted with every one) and also because I just absolutely love chatting about my works and my thought processes or events that happened in a fic/chapter.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

As someone who has autistic over-empathy and is very conflict averse I really struggle to write angst so if I ever do some it's always resolved asap.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

This is hard bc for the reasons listed above I love happy endings. My initial thought was Night Life which is more of a hopeful ending than happy. I also loved writing the end scene for I Don't Feel So Good (another prompt request I initially posted here)

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I am not a religious woman but I thank God every day that I don't because I'm pretty sure it would make me stop writing

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

The thought of writing smut has always terrified me bc that shit is hard (pun semi-intended). I also have not had any irl smutty experiences so I wouldn't really know what I'd be writing about. So I'll always do the whole "fade to black with heavying implications that they got laid" shtick. Smut writers of the world are braver than any US Marine and they all have my respect 🫡

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Yes! I wouldn't describe my two crossover fics as crazy, but I absolutely adore them both (and hilariously they're my two top kudosed Trek fics!)

There's Sister which is my take on Kelvin Timeline Michael Burnham and Spock, and One Admiral and His Beagle which is a canon filler here's how Kirk met Porthos fic.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Thankfully, not to my knowledge

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No but I would be so honoured if anyone wanted any of my works translated!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope, an opportunity has never arose but I'd be so down for it.

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

Trip and T'Pol from Star Trek Enterprise, teenage Seanagh imprinted on them like a baby chick when I watched ENT for the first time and I still got feral for them to this day.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

No word of a lie I'm terrified that I won't finish my re-write of Life In The Fast Lane bc I started it in late-2022 and I'm still on the 2023 season but I am stubborn and determined to see it through to the end so I can start the Change In Colour re-write

16. What are your writing strengths?

Definitely world building, I think it's because I'm so detailed orientated that my brain instantly goes to the little things and honestly I find it so much fun even if it takes forever.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Dialogue, specifically making sure each character has their own voice. The "he would not fucking say that" post lives in a corner of my brain at all times and fills me with The Dread every time I write a dialog heavy scene and I hate it 😭

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

For me personally I'll only do short sentences because autism brain demands that I must be accurate and I can only speak and understand a tiny bit of French

19. First fandom you wrote for?

F1 actually! I posted the first version of LITFL way back in 2014.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

It's a tie between Sister, The Rules of Strategy and the second version of LITFL, I'm having such a ball writing the latter two even though each chapter takes way longer than I'd like, they're very much my babies and I love them equally.

tagging my writing besties @hungriestheidi, @kaossbells and anyone who would like to do it because I love hearing about how other writers do/view things.

#I just love answering writing questions #racing writes #tagged

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I was so upset when I thought Grunt died because I was like “I’ve seen him in different cutscenes though what’d I do wrong???” Luckily Grunt is the goat and lived because he’s Grunt. Wish I took him on missions more but you can’t beat the Tali/Shepard/Garrus combo I rocked the entire Trilogy

I love my fatass son even if he blocks 60% of my shots by walking directly in front of my camper Shepard just right after I pull the trigger then yells at me for friendly fire WHEN HE WAS THE ONE TO WALK IN FRONT OF MY SNIPER.

anyway so, I love him so much! I was a few seconds away from opening the task manager and force closing the game bc I thought for sure he died and I didn't want to finish the unskippable cutscene. I would've kill a that rachni queen a thousand times over if it meant Grunt got to live, zero hesitation.

Thankfully his bloodied limbing body emerged eventually and I have never felt happier in my life.

I wish him and Eve had an interaction since the two of them were in the medbay during the same time but oh well. She would've definitely fell hard for my glorious beloved son and forgot about dusty crusty Wrex!

Also his email after he recovers is so

OF COURSE MY BELOVED SON, I WILL SEND YOU ALL THE SHARK VIDEOS IN THE WORLD. SHARKS ARE VERY SMOOTH SKINNED AND MISUNDERSTOOD CREATURES WHO ARE CURIOUS BY NATURE JUST LIKE YOU MY SON. I AM GLAD IT IS NOT DOLPHINS YOU HAVE AN INTEREST IN SINCE DOLPHINS ARE DEVILSPAWN SOCIOPATHS.

it is super adorable that both the animals he is obsessed with are from earth just like Shepard, dinosaurs and sharks.

Wait are turians dinosaurs who survived their own meteor radiation-

Anyway! Here is more on the game report so far. I am falling asleep as I type.

Story plot

So far enjoying everything, the story writing is amazing and the dialogue is pretty hard hitting at times. Sometimes bloated but oh well. Tuchanka felt like such a big pay off to a huge build up since the first game, the quest delivered a full course meal.

Especially the reaper fight oh god, you get to feel powerless for once with a brute after brute after brute being thrown at you and no obvious spare ammo laying around. You just have to gun it (Ha) to the controls and avoid getting sqaushed like a bug by the reaper or charged by the brutes like a football.

Cloaking is a god sent gift that spared me so many times, I pray the brutes never develop thermal vision or the braincells to employ technology that uses it.

Mordin's death hit hard man, it was so right tho. It felt like it was meant to be, I wouldn't have cared for a random salarian. But Mordin? Oh no.

The fact he sings the model of a salarian scientist during it is the knife twisting in the back after the stab.

It's so clear he is doing it to calm himself down, to not mess this up.

It's a reminder of how much he has given to science, his whole life, identity and hobbies. His music, youth and great mind. So many of his beloved students too.

And he dies correcting the mistakes of superiors playing politics who let fear cloud their judgement.

Wrex calls Shepard his sister in it, Wrex has not hit on me once, I am unbelievably thankful for his writers and so overjoyed with this lovely platonic relationship between them.

Because yes they do feel like siblings!

Still, ME1 Wrex now feels like a different person in comparison to ME3 and I am not talking about believes.

I mean he used to be less open with us, less animated and more shut on himself and brooding. Now he laughs, makes jokes and gets excited, I'm really happy for him! It's like he found his true purpose and passion in life.

Kaidan

I forgot how sappy and adorable he is, when sorrounded by badass characters with edges so sharp it could cut a paper, you get so used to them and someone awkward like Kaidan easily stands out.

He's unsure, confused and just so very human. He's still trying to do the right thing while looking at Shepard for guidance. The fact he doesn't think twice before refusing Hackett's offer to have his own ship just to be with us again.

I don't think Kaidan feels complete without Shepard. In his romance he is so sappy and adorable too, earnest and speaking from the heart. Since the first game he was one for romantics and rarely relied on sexy flirting but rather love confessions are more his forte.

I mean look at this man my heart

I he is just so fjkwkcbaoxjs <3333333 he is the softest person in this whole trilogy, even Tali and Liara are more jaded than him at times. But he still acts as if we were his first love, as if he is a schoolyard boy giving his crush flowers and asking their favourite color.

Femshep

You mentioned only playing as maleshep so I'm not sure how different our experiences are, so I will mention the things I think are exclusive to femshep here.

In the reconcile scene in ME3 where your ME1 romance takes you back after you romanced someone in the second game, they accuse you of cheating.

Apparently maleshep can say it isn't cheating because they broke up with you on Horizon. But femshape has to apologise for cheating??? It's very weird idk dude.

I installed a mod that just let me have the maleshep dialogue instead.

You can also hit on Joker when he asks you about EDI.

And have a full conversation on him being with you instead.

He rejects you and says he's not Kaidan (ouch) and doesn't date crew, he will follow you into hell but not into your quarters.

EDI doesn't wear a uniform so he feels okay dating her.

Can you hit on EDI as maleshep?

Talking about EDI, it's making me really uncomfortable how openly the game is being inappropriate about her. I get she has a hot body and that's perfectly okay, but why does every other person feel the need to comment on it and sexualise her? Like she's an object or something.

ME1 had this problem with femshep where antagonists would hit on you to show them being trashy or whatever and the paragon option is to swallow it down and keep talking while the renegade option is to call them out on it.

And in ME2, someone calls you a stripper, and a turian npc asks about your boobs.

I thought they fixed it in ME3, and true, so far, femshep doesn't get these weird comments.

But instead everything was turned on EDI and the game keeps bringing it up and it's just gross my dude. At least Shepard could tell them to fuck off but EDI can't.

James Vega is a character I really like! I loved his bro relationship with Shepard so much. Even as femshep he still says "hey man" or things like that.

But it is weird when he hits on you out of the blue without any prior interest indications. I envy the platonic bro relationship he has with maleshep, really wish femshep could have the same one.

He isn't even a romantic interest, you don't flirt with him or anything. He just hits on you sometimes. Because. Woman. Ig.

Eve opens up to you more as femshep, that was nice and made me feel better. She is one of my favs too, I love everything about her.

Thane

The Thane romance broke me oh my god.

He calls you Siha when he warns you about the citidal attack. In his romanced ending, his last ever act before dying is to literally pray for you, not for himself but for you. For his goddess to forgive you and grant you eternal love and peace, his son even joins him.

He says your heart is pure despite all, that's the goddess should keep you by her side and make you a companion to her much like you were to Thane. The moment is so touching and genuinely emotional I actually cried.

The voice actor for femshep is phenomenal in this too. You get used to Shepard's harsh and commander voice tones and suddenly it's all soft and quiet, whispery and on the blink of tears and it literally cracks your heart open and makes you realise how this big strong commander is crumbling watching the love of her life die in front of her.

And the dress looks so out of theme i know but the context to it just makes the scene even more sad.

I didn't know the citidal mission would start, I didn't know about any of this when I finished tuchanka. I just picked the prettiest red dress I could find because I was excited to see Thane again and wondering if he'll kiss Shepard again because he mentions he can't do it much bc of his sickness and would need some rest so I assume a mission or two will reset it.

So in my mind, I'm getting ready for this cute date with Thane, dolling my Shepard and all excited and happy walking to the citidal. Thinking about him and looking forward to his dialogue and make I'll take some pics with him in this pretty outfit.

But it's...he doesn't get to see it. He doesn't get to see Shepard in her pretty dress that she wore for him because she had to change into armour for the mission. Then he gets stabbed and you can't even stay by his side after he saved you from an assassin.

Btw that assassin scene was so fucking cool, it's easy to forget how badass Thane is and how deadly he can be even while dying.

By the time it's all over, Shepard had to go see him in the same red dress for their date because If I went to the Normady to change he would've already died. There is no time. This outfit that was supposed to celebrate their love has become the dress for his funeral instead, the date on his deathbed and it's squeezing my heart painfully.

Like that is the oufit of someone who thought they had more time, of someone who didn't realise how close tragedy came by.

#☆Thane

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freya-fallen · 2 years ago

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Later, Zeke leaves for maybe half an hour only to return with clothes that are much closer to your size. “I got them from Annie’s room. We’ll clean them and put them back before she comes home.”

You nod and slip into the trousers and button-up. They’re comfortable enough, and he picked an outfit that fits you decently frame-wise.

Before you leave, he kneels and slips a red armband around your bicep, and you note that it matches his. “This identifies you as an honorary Marleyan. Most Eldians wear a white band. The Warrior candidates wear yellow. The Warriors and our families wear red. You cannot— and you need to remember this, sweetheart— you absolutely cannot be caught without this armband. If you are, I don’t know if I will be able to protect you. Do you understand?”

You nod.

“Promise me you’ll never leave here without it.” His eyes bore into yours through the lenses of his glasses.

“I promise, Zeke.”

He leans forward and kisses your forehead. “We’ll stick to some of the safer shopping areas today.”

You walk around with an arm slipped through his. Zeke is ever the gentleman, explaining to you all these new wonders. There are automobiles outside the internment zone, and the first one makes your jaw drop. You’ve never seen anything like it, and to think it runs on fuel from dead animals! It’s a wild thought.

Section commander Hange would flip.

You push the thought away lest it bring you down. You can deal with sadness later.

The places you stop are all nice, clean, exotic to you. There are materials you don’t know, and strange cuts. Zeke takes it all in stride, talking to the shop keepers to get you sized and pick out what’s appropriate.

“Kids grow like damned weeds,” an older man grumbles when your brother tells him you’ve outgrown most of your wardrobe. “Hopefully this one is about done. My son kept sprouting until he was nearly twenty, but my daughter stopped younger. Around your age,” he says, then frowns. “Ah, around thirteen, I think.”

“Oh, I’m not that young,” you murmur shyly.

“But I’m hoping she’ll fill out a little while I’m taking care of her,” Zeke adds. “Poor girl is so thin.”

An older woman who helps run the shop (maybe they’re a couple) pipes up, “I’ve heard slim builds are all the rage these days, but I think a curvy figure will come back en vogue soon enough.”

The whole conversation is awkward. You’d never thought about gaining or losing weight, since food was mostly outside your control. The idea of eating enough to change your body is foreign, like wearing stilts every day to be as tall as Reiner, or dying your eyes to match Eren’s. But this is apparently a part of life in Marley.

You vaguely remember when you hit puberty, how you noted the differences between your body and Mikasa’s, and the pair of you and the boys. All the girls have little differences (or bigger ones). Ymir is so thin she could blow away in the wind, while Annie is more compact and muscular. And you’ve seen the way Mikasa looks at the other girls’ breasts in the shower when she thinks no one will notice, and the way she sadly glance down at her own chest.

You pay more attention to women as you pass them, noting how much softer they look, and how they all tend to have plump breasts.

“It’s shapewear,” Zeke confides to you, and you flush at being caught. “You’ll need some for under fancy dresses, but the women at the shops will know more about all that than I do.”

And indeed they do. When it comes to undergarments, the shop women titter and fawn, even those who are less than comfortable as their gazes flick to your arm bands. But they see a young man with his younger sister and their coolness melts. They make him sit and take you aside to get measured and try on brassieres and corsets and— why is there so much to these things? You know a good bra is important for physical activity, but this seems excessive.

Zeke, thankfully, carries most of your purchases, though some of it will be delivered later. It doesn’t seem to weigh him down at all, and he still has a free arm for you.

“Oi, Yeager!”

You both stop and look around. You’re back in the internment zone, and you see just how rundown it is now that you’ve been outside. Many of the shops and street vendors are closing down for the night, but there’s a woman waving you down.

Well, waving down Zeke.

He smiles and redirects you toward her.

She’s pretty, curvy, with little dimples that appear when she flashes a smile. “I haven’t seen you in ages. Did you just get back?” She stares up at him with sweet eyes as pale as bluebells.

“I got in the night before last, but I’ve been a bit busy," he responds pointedly as he glances toward you.

Her gaze follows and her eyes narrow a little as she takes in your appearance, notes the red band and all the bags Zeke has. “Oh, and who is this young lady? A new Warrior?”

Your brother chuckles. “No. She’s actually my little sister. I’m taking care of her from now on.”

“Oh!” She presses a hand to her chest and coos. “Oh, that’s so sweet. I didn’t know you had a sister.” She bats playfully at his arm, and you aren’t sure you like that. “I’m Miranda Becker.”

You respond, “Faye Yeager,” and she gushes over how pretty it is. “You took her out shopping? You’re such a good big brother, Zeke.”

He shrugs and slips his arm from yours to curl around your side. “Just doing the best I can for her. We should get going. It’s been a long day.”

“You’ll come see me soon though?” she asks hopefully.

Zeke hums noncommittally and bids her goodbye, gently turning you along with him.

“Is she your girlfriend?” you ask once you’ve been walking a few minutes.

“No, sweetheart,” he chuckles. “She’s not my girlfriend. She’s just a girl I know.”

“Uh huh,” you respond.

You stop in front of his door so he can get out his key. When the door swings open, he guides you through, shuts it, and turns you to face him. His large hands circle your hips. “Are you jealous, sweetheart?”

“What?” You blush all the way down your chest, maybe further. Is it possible to blush down to your knees? “I’m not jealous.”

A smirk tugs at Zeke’s lips. “Mm. Sure. Well, you don’t need to worry if you are. You’re the only important girl in my life.” He slips a finger under your chin to plant a chaste kiss against your lips. “Promise.”

You’re not sure how to react to that, but it feels nice, knowing he cares about you.

Maybe you’re just happy to have this new family member to yourself for a while. You’ve spent most of your life apart, and you’re just getting to know one another. It’s only natural you wouldn’t want others getting in the way of that.

Zeke shows you where to put everything, then heads to the small kitchen to start cooking.

It’s the first time you’ve seen him use the area, so you sit at the table and watch in interest.

“I’m the senior Warrior, so I have a few luxuries even the others don’t get,” he says as he pulls out pots and pans. He moves effortlessly through the cupboards. Within minutes he has bread buttered, cheese slices set aside, and a pot filled with tomato soup. He’s apparently making grilled cheese sandwiches which he says have to be eaten with the soup, or it’s just not the same.

When the plate with its two diagonally cut sandwiches are set before you, he tells you to be careful. “It’s hot. I don’t want you to burn your tongue.”

You smile up at him and wait until Zeke is seated before you pick up the sandwich half. It’s buttery and fragrant, the edges crispy from the pan, and the cheesy melty between the slices. And when you take your first bite, you groan.

“That good?” Zeke smirks, then dips one corner of his own grilled cheese into the soup before taking a bite. You mimic him, and the creamy, acidic tomato is a good complement to the savory crispness of the sandwich. You can see why he likes the combination so much.

The pair of you finish not long after, and offer to clean up. Zeke meets you halfway with an offer to wash the dishes if you’ll dry.

“Bowls go in that cabinet,” he says, nodding toward the one to the left. The plates go there, too. He doesn’t have a lot of dishes, after all, since it’s only him.”Would you like to read?” He lays the drying towel on a little handle across the oven, and guides you toward the sitting area. “I think I have one or two books written in Eldian.” “Eldian? We have different writing than Marley?”

He nods. “Sure do. Here.” He pulls out two books and holds them toward you. One has a title with a clear meaning to you, while the other may as well bed pictograms that have been deconstructed for all the meaning you draw from them.

“Oh.”

He nods and chuckles at your reaction. “I can teach you to read it, if you want. We’ll have plenty of time.”

“I’d like that,” you respond, then settle on his small couch, curled against the opposite arm from him.

You read in companionable silence for a while, until you start yawning and have trouble keeping up with the paragraphs on the page. Zeke slips the book from your grasp, tucking a metal placeholder between the pages to mark your spot. “It’s time for bed, honey.”

“I’m not that tired,” you protest, but he laughs and cups your cheek.

“I gotta wake you up early for breakfast tomorrow,” he says gently. “Because I need to work.”

You sigh, but follow him to the bathroom to wash your face and brush your teeth. At least you have something of your own to sleep in, though Zeke still guides you to his bed. It’s big enough for the both of you, and it’s not as though you’ve never shared a bed, but it’s still awkward.

“Will you get me my own bed eventually?”

He scoots toward you and rubs his bearded chin against your shoulder. “This is the only bedroom, sweetheart. I’d have to move us out of the barracks for that.”

“Oh.” You ponder this for a moment. “Could we live in a house?” You haven’t done that since before the titans took down Wall Maria.

Zeke wraps an arm around your waist and snuggles in close. He’s not trying anything, so you allow it. It’s a minute or two before he responds, “Maybe. I haven’t lived outside the bricks in ages. I’ll think about it.”

You nod and settle down. It isn’t long before the soft sheets and the warmth of your sleeping brother ease you toward your own slumber.

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