#this might be my last event in a while but shhh

[idyllcy]

secret of us (deluxe) event

HAPPY SECRET OF US DELUXE DROP :333333333 to celebrate (bc that's so true ruined my life) we're doing a mini event!! Drop a character + song/number in the inbox and I'll write a little short smth based on the character n song!! Happy requesting <3

Track List

Felt Good About You - Tim Drake

Risk - Cass Cain

Blowing Smoke - Simon Riley

I Love You, I’m Sorry - Damian Wayne

us. - Carlos Oliveria

Let It Happen - Jason Todd

Tough Love - Ada Wong

I Knew It, I Know You - Tim Drake

Gave You I Gave You I - Hajime Hinata

Normal Thing - Konig

Good Luck Charlie - Dick Grayson

Free Now - Jason Todd

Close to You - Bruce Wayne

Cool - Dick Grayson

That’s So True - Jason Todd

I Told You Things - Leon Kennedy

Packing It Up - Saiki Kusuo

posting starts Oct 28th!! Ty for requesting <3

[hiraya-rawr]

IM DONE WITH MY EXAMS AND DEADLINES, IM FINALLY FREE FOR THE REST OF THE YEAR– AFTER WEEKS OF GRINDING AND NON STOP DEADLINES I feel like crying 😭

[freneziwlp]

I hate when you're away

Pairing: Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Summary: Joel fucks the soreness away.

Warnings: +18 MDNI, smut smut smut ahead, unprotrected p-in-v, fingering, mentions of blowjob, cum eating, begging, horny asf Joel, eating out, daddy kink.

A/n: it's my first weekend with some time off, and what else should I be doing instead of trying my first attempt of writing smut hm hm?! Hehehe enjoy :) also, GIF ain't mine.

" Joel, baby! I'm so sore. " You whine softly as your fingers tenderly caress his tousled morning locks while he spreads warm, affectionate kisses all the way down your abdomen, tracing a path to his intended destination.

" Shhh, just relax now princess, let daddy stretch ya needy lil hole just a bit for his cock, will ya? " His thick accent sending shivers down your spine, leading you into closing your eyes, missing the way Joel spits in his fingers before smearing the sticky liquid all over your still puffy clit from last night's event, rubbing tight circles on the bud and dragging moisture up and down your pussy before shoving two dampened fingers inside you, curling his digits against your spongy walls, feeling you squeezing his fingers inside, your head falling back onto the mattress as you moans his name and bucks your hips against his palm.

Joel had spent a few weeks out due to one of his often travels around the state, doing god knows what with his most faithful partner, Tess. You used to be jealous of their proximity once you realized you had more than a crush on him, annoyed at how close she could casually be around him without making things up as an excuse to get his attention. Thankfully, the jealousy quickly went down the toilet once you found out she probably liked women more than himself did when she boldly hit on you while she was drunk, which you might even had enjoyed if you weren't so focused on seducing her partner.

You were reading a book on the living room's couch when you heard the jingle of keys unlocking you and Joel's shared apartment's door, your back sinking in an somehow uncomfortable position in the old cushions. You dropped your book aside, getting up to greet your man as he had spent long enough away from you, making you all needy for his presence and touch. To your dismay, instead of embracing you with his strong arms and whispering sweet nothings against your hair in attempt to show you how bad he had missed you, Joel didn't even look at you on his way in, dropping his seemingly weighty backpack on the floor, loud thud filling the air, before hurriedly barging in to the bathroom, not even bothering to close the door behind him.

You froze next to where he had just gotten in, not knowing how to react to his awfully unsual demeanor. As a matter of fact, you hadn't even had time to look in his eyes, only taking a hint of his beyond smudged clothes as he stormed away from you. Concern fill your chest as you begin to try to piece the puzzle on what had happened for him to act so distressed. Had the work he went to get done gone wrong? Was he pissed at someone who deared to go against him? You even wondered if Tess had gotten fucking killed by some motherfucking clicker. An assumption that soon vanished once you hear her voice on the other side of your door, talking to someone random on the hall.

Maybe he was just sick of you, afterward. Maybe he had gotten back to his strict and fuzzy way of treating you just like he was when you first got in his and his friend's way.

Unbestknown to you, the reason Joel had ignored your presence was due a fucked up wet dream he had had in the middle of the night when camping in the woods a few days earlier, leading him into waking up with a hard and leaking cock against the restrain of his pants, furious at how he wouldn't be able to take care of it when Tess was snoring right next to him and you were miles away. He tried to ease himself the best he could, struggling whenever he'd revivid the dream where he had you all on fours as he pounded you from behind, squirting on his cock as he demanded for you to cum, referring to him as daddy.

Well fuck, the way he missed your cunt the following travelling days should be forbidden.

The second Joel left his shower he went out looking for you, not bothering to wrap himself up in a towel much less get his body dried. You were sitting down, still in the living room, blankly staring at a random wall when he found you, a hint of regret hitting him when he realized that it was probably his fault you were so quiet but the incessant throb of his cock vanished the concern away. He approached you with loud steps, your eyes widening as you take in his naked form, droplets of water tracing paths behind him and all over his shaped body onto the floor below his feet, your eyes following his whole, parking at his pelvis where his cock was standing hard against his wet stomach, tip glistening with precum. Your mouth went dry as waves of shocks found their way up to the pitch of your stomach landing onto your core, it was safe to say the image of him only took mere seconds to affect you. Joel had his glare stuck on your face, his features harsh and eyebrows furrowed, almost as if he was in pain.

Joel knew that if he looked at you the moment he walked home, all sweet and loving with your big sparkly eyes staring at him, he wouldn't be able to keep his hands to himself as he was in a dreadful need of your mouth on him, but he couldn't give in before taking a long shower, there was no way you would even want to fuck with him smelling like shit. So instead, he chose to ignore you, which wasn't the smartest choice considering you probably would have nasty second thoughts on it, but he would make things up with you the sooner he was all clean and smeeling nice. And boy, did he do.

" Hi there, doll. Have you missed me?" you nodded, speechless. " Well then why don't ya kneel for daddy and show me how much ya missed him, huh? "

The following events were all a blur, your body probably working on auto pilot as it only took seconds before Joel had himself shoved deep down your throat, hands tugging tightly around your hair as he bobbed your head against him the harder he could, desperate to fill your throat with his thick ropes of cum in attempt to get rid of the burning feeling of his need. Which obviously, wasn't enough. After making you give him head he fucked you senseless on the floor, making sure to vividly manevour you in all of the positions he had dreamt of while traveling. You and Joel spent the following hours drowning yourselves in each other's desires until there was no hint of energy left for you to keep going.

That was until he woke you up the morning after, in your shared bed, spreading warm kisses all over your face and neck, engulfing himself into the warmth of your body and silently thanking the heavens for letting him return home safe to your embrace. No matter how much of you he had taken the previous night, his cock didn't seem to take any near satisfaction from it.

He keeps fingering you until the previous soreness you'd been feeling turned into a desperate buck of your hips, wishing for him not to stop, your cunt twitching and leaking as you feel yout orgasm approaching.

" Are you ready for me, doll? " Joel towers over your laying trembling body, bending his torso so he could grab your tits, assaulting your erect buds with harsh pinches. You moans, nodding quickly " Yeah? Then beg for it, wanna hear ya say it "

He knew you hated when he made you beg, annoyed at how easily he could work his way onto your brain and manipulate you into becoming nothing but a slutty whore for him. He knew you hated that you were so easy to succumb to him, not willing to stop once you had it started.

" Oh don't ya try to stop yourself from bein' my bitch now, doll. Your pussy's dying for my cock to get it all wretched " You whimper, your core burning for him.

" Please Joel, p-please... please fuck me! Come on, ugh, I need you inside me already "

Your pleads seem to ignite fire on him as he lowers his face next to yours and smirk hungrily, like a predator scolding his prey. Joel presses his lips against yours in a harsh motion, swallowing your moans. He keeps on clutching on your tits, his free hand lowers to grab his member, holding it against your now drenched cunt. He interrupts the kiss and gets back to kneeling in front of you on the bed, he positions his throbbing cock onto your entrance, bumping on it, eliciting a loud moan from you.

" Mhmm, such a naughty lil bitch for me, all whinin' and beggin', gonna fill you up so good hun' " All of his teasing was growing impatience in you, he hell knows how to drive you insane and would never skip the opportunity of seeing you squirming underneath him " Joel, will you shut the fuck up and fuck me already? For fuck sakes! "

" So much swearing for sucha pretty lil mouth, I think someone's growing mad at me now, huh " He mocked, causing you to growl in annoyance, but before you could complain any further Joel fully knocked himself inside you with no previous warning, thrusting his hips rapidly, both of his hands wrapped around your hips, pushing you desperately against him as his face contorted in pleasure. Your arms pull him against you making his torso bend over again, face falling onto the crook of your neck as you stick your nails into the flesh of his back, scratching and pulling him closer in a way that probably would draw blood from it, which only seemed to get Joel even more turned on as his cock would fuck you harder at each second.

" Yes, yes, yes, FUCK, fuck don't stop, don't stop baby! " Joel smirks, admiring your perky tits bouncing next to his face.

" Such a good girl begging for me. Fuck, ya pussy feels so tight, squeeze daddy's cock harder baby, c'mon " Joel mutters against your neck, his warm lips popping loud pecks and bites on it, you loved the way his beard would scrape your skin while he was fucking you.

" Mhmmm yes, want you cumming inside me daddy, I know you can't get enough of m-me, oh fuck! "

" Fuck, ya know me so damn well, don't ya? Daddy's gonna cum so hard, doll. Where do ya want me huh? " Joel pounds your pussy harder at each sentence, you know he's close from cumming, his hips muscles burning and twitching from how hard he's thrusting his way inside you, loud wet noises filling the air and sweat dripping down his naked back as you keep on scratching it raw.

" I-inside me daddy, mhmm ughh fuck please please fuck... gonna cum, fuck... I'm c-cumming Joel "

Joel tried his best to delay his release, to make the addicting feeling of your pussy swallowing him last the longer it could, but how could he ever control himself when his girl was begging so beautifully for him? How could he resist the thought of cumming so hard inside you that it would make you see stars and scream his name? Joel is addicted to you in ways he had never been with any other woman and his body would always betray him on it. He wouldn't miss the opportunity of bragging about making you cum when himself had jerked off so many times to the thought of it while he was still a mere friend of yours.

Joel growls, emptying himself inside you, cock twitching abruptly as white ropes of cum paint the tight walls of your cunt, your eyes rolling to the back of your head once you reach your own orgasm, jaw hanging open before eliciting a loud whine.

When you're both finished, Joel's body falls upon yours, panting and sweating, his cock softening within your warmth. He kisses your sternum, resting his eyes and listening to your heartbeat.

He pulls his cock out of your hole and you stops breathing for a moment when you feel his hot seed dripping down your pussy, you didn't know if it was the aftershocks of your climax but you could feel something gathering on your lower belly again. You shove one of your hands in between you and Joel's body, your fingers collecting his dripping cum and smearing it upon your swollen clit, making a mess all over it, dragging a low whimper from your throat, which caught your boyfriend's attention.

" Watcha doin' down there, doll? Seems like I'm not the only one who can't get satisfied, huh? "

" Mhmm, seems like it, yes "

" Here, lemme do the work for my woman "

Joel lowers his body all the way between your legs, nipping on your belly until he finds the spot you needed him so badly. You were still recovering from your previous orgasm but there was something about you being covered in his cum that wouldn't let your nerves cool down, you needed him just one more time.

He holds one of your legs and rest it above his shoulder, licking the insides of your thigh before stopping by your pussy, closing his eyes and inhaling your scent, his cock twitching for what it feels like the millionth time since he had gotten back, which almost seemed impossible but honestly, he couldn't care less about possibilities. Joel's jaw drops against your puffy core, his lips caressing your clit in a silent tease, he taste his own juices on you in a delicious mix of musky and sweet.

Lapping up your gathering moist, Joel licks and sucks on your pussy, pressing his tongue right where he knows you would die on the inside, you feel the coil building up again, tousling your fingers in his hair you pull him impossibility closer, bucking your hips on his skillful mouth, he alternates between shoving his tongue inside you and assaulting your clit with circling pressured motions. You feel as if you might explode at any time, wondering when he had learned to give head so fucking well, hints of jealousy hitting you when for a mere 2 seconds you imagine him making other women feel this way, getting interrupted by your orgasm ripping through your body.

If whenever Joel would return from a long trip he would make things up with you by giving you the pleasure of seeing him panting, face covered in your cum and a smirk on his lips after fucking you senseless for a whole night, then maybe it wouldn't be all bad having him away for a lil bit.

[jo-harrington]

Corroded Coffin Fest - Day 27 - You'll Be In My Heart

Summary: Eddie and the boys fight their homesickness when they're on the road for the summer.

Word Count: 964

Rating: T

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Store Manager!Reader

Warnings/Themes: Friendship, fluff, allusion to sex, discussion of marriage

Note: Alright final Saturday of this event, I'm both sad and excited, it's been a really great one. For this day, I'm going back to my fondest series, my baby, The Store Manager Verse. It's specifically set before the proposal in Longevity and it very much explores how Eddie got the idea to propose to Store Manager at all.

And I might've fucked up the timeline and my own fic canon so just...if you notice something, shhh no you didn't.

Check Out the Main Post for @corrodedcoffinfest here! Even if you didn’t start on Day 1, you can still join!

Tagging: @the-unforgivenn at her request.

You can find my masterlist here.

Please do not interact if you are not 18+.

Enjoy!

August 1990

The summer of '90 was a special one.

It was Corroded Coffin's first real life tour. Well, not really.

"Actually," you told them when they broke the news to you, "you're forgetting about the Independence Day Tour of '87."

"We didn't make t-shirts for that one, sweetheart," Eddie teased and dropped a kiss on the top of your head before diving into the details.

It wasn't a true tour in the sense that they'd pack up the van and hit the road and never look back until the tour was over--that would require them quitting their jobs for a time, something their wallets desperately couldn't handle. But a few days off here to go to this festival? A few days off there to enter into this Battle of the Bands? That was doable.

It was as close to a tour as they were gonna get for a little while, and it was gonna help them get further in their music career.

It also prepared them.

Being away from home for a few days at a time prepared them for an inevitable week or month or year that they could potentially face if their star grew brighter.

Eddie quickly realized, though, how much he would miss you when that time came, because he missed you terribly now.

He started seeing you everywhere he looked. Foods he thought you might like to try, love songs that reminded him of you. Someone at one county fair even did a cover of Beth, which he would argue was your song. And at one fest, there was a booth with hand drawn postcards featuring cute fuzzy animals with nefarious settings in the background.

It started with one of those.

A postcard of a kitten with a big purple bow sitting in a haunted forest. Purple for Claires, he explained when he presented it to you on their return home. You gushed over it, said that you loved it, and it went up on the fridge.

Until the next time the guys were out of town.

Next it was special chocolate caramel candies with thick sea salt on top from a booth that sat next to the main stage. They had probably eaten more chocolate than any other food during that trip; you had to try it.

Then a big over stuffed teddy bear--

"It's an Eddie Bear, actually." He pointed to the denim vest it wore. "See?"

--that he won playing a game of ring toss.

A huge tin of assorted fudge from Mackinac Island and a promise to take you with next time they went.

A necklace made of special stone beads that supposedly helped with everlasting love or something; he'd gotten to choose a tarot card when he bought it. He got the two of cups, whatever that meant.

Each and every gift that Eddie brought you when he was away was special. Some big, some small. Some made you ooh and aww, some made you cry because of how much you missed your idiot boyfriend, one even earned him...well...lets just say his bandmates, who you shared a duplex with, made themselves scarce for the evening.

But it was the last stop on the tour that brought maybe the best gift, the most meaningful. It made Eddie really stop and think because...well, this was the stop that they were debuting a new song about his parents and his childhood and how the future wasn't set in stone and you couldn't change things that were bad for you, even with the best intentions.

Marriage is a Death Sentence.

So it was ironic that the first thing to catch his eye would be a ring.

Not a typical engagement ring, not a diamond or really anything big and shiny at all. It was strange and artsy and interesting but when he saw it there at that little crafters booth...he just thought of you.

It was a weird thought. Jarring.

And it scared him.

He turned tail and walked right out of the booth, stopped at a stand where they sold little critters made of recycled wire and bought you a tiny porcupine. There, done, gift bought, no need to think of it anymore.

But he couldn't stop thinking about the ring for the rest of their time there. Not when they performed, not when they ate lunch, not when they packed the van at the end of the night to go home.

He hadn't given marriage much thought when he was younger. He liked dating, liked dating you. You never brought it up, neither did he. But then you took him as your date for Jen's wedding a few years back, and the two of you talked about it and of course you were on the same page. Couldn't see yourselves doing the whole commotion, no suits or dresses, no desire to have your families and friends stare at you for hours.

Not to mention some of those vows were just heinous.

No wonder Al and Elizabeth Munson were destined for heartbreak if they vowed to honor and obey...blegh.

So marriage? No, not at all. Immediately no.

But you? Forever with you? You were his best friend. Wouldn't say his soulmate, that was Jeff obviously and you had no problem with that. But you were...you were you.

So the answer was a resounding yes. Always.

Eddie ran, faster than he'd run in a long time if ever, through the booths as everyone packed up for the night, to the little crafters stall from earlier.

"I was just about to pack up," the vendor laughed as Eddie caught his breath. "You made it just in time."

It was fate.

He pointed where the ring still sat, as it if was waiting for him, and said,

"I'll take it."

[im-am-not-a-weenie]

The gang with a reader who gets taken by the O’Driscolls. Also, I am very excited to find someone who writes for Red Dead! I love your writings! 💖

Omg thank you, getting this request made me so happy lol sorry it took A while to finally get to life’s been crazy I’m just gonna do how they react to the news and how they save you (only happy endings for our cowboys) if you want a more detailed version I’d be happy to write it 🤠

Not beta read

🍓The gang when the reader gets taken by the O’Driscolls🍓

Arthur,John,Sean,Hosea,Dutch

GN reader

See end for a/n

🍓Arthur Morgan

As soon as he hears the news he immediately thinks it’s his fault. How could he let someone get to you 

He starts to assume the worst “what if I’m too late.” or “it’s my fault I shouldn’t have left them alone.”

His next reaction is to go out and get you, not thinking about the consequences or what could happen to him. He just needs you to be ok

Hosea has to step in and be the voice of reason “you couldn’t have known Arthur, I know you love them but we can’t just go in there guns a-blazing we need a plan”

After they get you back the first thing Arthur does is hug you, being gentle just in case you were hurt.

“Arthur baby it’s ok I’m not gonna break.” “I know doll, just let me hold you for awhile.”

And you let him. You find yourself cradling his head in your hands and wiping away a few tears (ok it’s a lot of tears but you’re crying to)

“It’s ok Arthur I’m back I’m not going anywhere.” “Damn right you’re not you aren’t leaving without me every again”

And you’re ok with that

🍓John Marston

John doesn’t know what to do at first. He sits there in shock for a couple of minutes.

He probably would’ve stayed there longer is Arthur hadn’t snapped him outta it

“Hold what exactly happened” “I’m sorry John it was a job gone bad, we didn’t know they were waitin for us we were ambushed.” “Are they?” “Alive yes, we’ll get them back John I promise”

And get you back they did

I don’t think the others have seen John so focused on a job

“John you should probably get some sleep, and when was the last time you ate.” “I’m fine Dutch.” “Ok son, don’t worry we’ll get them back”

When they do get you back you can’t pull John off of you, literally like for the next three days they have to pull it off of you

Everyone just got tired of it and just decided leave him be, not that you mind

Everyone else might not know it but John has always been a cuddle bug it just took a traumatic event to show it publicly (but that’s neither here nor there)

“John, sweetheart I’m not going anywhere.” “And you won’t be for like….the rest of your life”

🍓Sean McGuire

Sean is heartbroken all he says and First is “oh” and walks off it’s not that he doesn’t care but it’s that he needs to process

Arthur fines him starring of into space with a lost look in his eyes, he and the rest of the boys have never seen Sean so effected by anything

The one who was always smiling and laughing and probably the loudest was a broken mess on the ground

“What happened out there Arthur.” “honestly I couldn’t tell ya Sean, we were walkin in town they said they needed to grab something from the store and all I heard was the scream before they got ‘em.“

“We’ll get her back Sean.” “We better, them O’Driscolls are going to feel all the pain they’ve felt and more”

They find you passed out, gaged, and tied up in a chair in the corner

You think you’re dreaming at first, the voice bringing you back to conciseness couldn’t be your Sean you struggle to try to open you’re eyes

You felt a hand on your face caressing your cheek you jerk trying to get it off

“Don’t fucking touch me you dirty bastard” “shhh, lass it’s ok it me you don’t have to fight anymore” “Sean?”

He holds you the hold ride back and them some. Trying to help you with the aftermath and trauma you most likely gained (unless ur built different) every time he gets up you hold on tighter

“What’s wrong?” “What if they take me again Sean? “Don’t worry love, you’ll never be taken away from me I promise”

And that a promise you can trust

🍓Hosea matthews

His calm and collected demeanor is gone, well not totally he still wants to get you out as soon as possible but also as safely

He goes into action mood, he moves so fast no one else has time to question or process

“Hosea let’s just think about this more a moment.” “I did think about it Dutch and getting them sooner is better than later.” “Now let’s just-“ “damnit Dutch I’m going to get them now it’s up to you if you wanna come with me or stay here”

The whole gang pitches in on this one because no one dares to say no to angry Hosea or get in his way

The gang works quick and quietly Hosea is all rage until he finally sees your face you only had a few bruises but he will worry that at camp he just wants to get you home

As soon as you have your arms around him you’re sobbing and pulling closer or as closer as you can possibly get

He’ll hold you close too and gives you what you need he rubbed circles on your back and tries to calm you don’t be let’s be honest he’s crying too

“Shh it’s alright love, I got you…that’s right deep breaths, can you do that for me baby c’mon breath with me” putting your hand in his chest so you can match his breaths

As You start to calm you can hear his praises “There you go love that’s it”

you look up to meet his eyes

“Hi.” “Hi love.” “Thanks for coming to get me.” “My dear i’d fallow you too the ends of the earth.”

🍓Dutch van der linde

The news hits Dutch the hardest

He starts to panic, he can’t lose someone to the O’Driscolls again

He starts pacing and muttering as he’s walking back and forth he starts to fidget with his hands

The gang hasn’t seen their leader like this it makes the rest of the group nervous too

 “Dutch if you keep that up you’ll start to run yourself into the ground.” “Huh?”

He hasn’t noticed the pacing what felt like seconds was actually minutes. 30 to be exact he decides it’s time to do something. Time for a great Dutch van der Linde speech

“All right gang as you know a tragedy that has struck today, we can sit here and think about the worse OR we can go out there and show those O’Driscolls what happens when they mess with us”

Of course everyone was with Dutch

When they found you the first thing Dutch did was grab you and lift you up in an tight embrace spinning you around

“Dutch baby.” “Yes dear?” “I can’t breath”

He immediately let you go well not totally but he let up a bit

You reach up to cradle his face in you hand to which he immediately lent into the touch . You wipe a tear from his face telling him how you’ll never leave him again to which his response is

“And I you”

🍓Hey everyone I’m so sorry if this absolutely sucked lol but I tried it’s been awhile since I posted or wrote anything but I wanted to put something out again sorry but this was not beta read so I apologize for the grammar and spelling errors, also thanks for all of the well wishes and I hope to start posting regularly again and finish everyone’s requests love you all-Rhys🍓

[dailydragon08]

Breathe With Me Part I

Summary: After an overwhelming time, your resolve finally crumbles and Leia, Han, and Luke are there to give you all the support you need to get you back on your feet. Pairing: Luke Skywalker x Gender Neutral!Reader Warnings: reader is very overwhelmed, sleep deprived, and crying. A/N: Writing this mainly for myself since the family dog passed away last  night and I'm moving soon and just very stressed in general. But  hopefully it helps anyone who needs it. Might do a part 2 of Luke just  pampering you on a day off/vacation. I tried to write it so you can easily picture your favorite era of Luke here (ANH, ESB, ROTJ,  post-ROTJ, maybe even right before the events of TBOBF, etc.). See my full masterlist here. Tagging Taco Squad cuz I feel like we could all use this right now @kaleidoscope1967eyes @masterlukessaber @coffeeorsomething-irl

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You closed your eyes and sighed from your spot on the Falcon’s bunk, wiping the tears from your cheek with your sleeve. “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” Leia said next to you, squeezing your hand. “You’ve been through a lot lately. Just let it out.” She rubbed a soothing hand across the back of your shoulders. 

Han leaned against the adjacent row of bunks with an unsure, but sympathetic look on his face. He wandered towards the door, holding his wrist comm close to his mouth. “Kid, are you almost here? We could really use you in here.”

Luke’s out-of-breath voice floated through the static. “Almost there! I’m running as fast as I can. Just give me another few minutes.”

Han meandered back over and gave your shoulder a firm squeeze. “He should be here any minute.”

You nodded as more tears fell, sniffling so hard you triggered a coughing fit. 

“Here.” Leia reached into one of the storage compartments beneath the bottom bunk and pulled out a box of tissues. 

“T-thanks,” you mumbled before blowing your nose hard. 

“Careful, kiddo,” Han said with a lopsided grin. “Make sure your nose stays attached to the rest of you.”

You gave a watery chuckle just as Luke skidded to a halt in the doorway. His hair was windswept and damp from the planet’s rainstorm, the shoulders of his jacket dotted with droplets. He met your eyes and sighed, hurrying over to you and squeezing Han’s forearm as he passed by. 

“Kay, Chewie and I are gonna get her ready for takeoff,” Han said, speeding out the door. The “waterworks,” as he called them, no matter how justified, always seemed to put him at a bit of a disadvantage—although you appreciated him trying his best anyway. 

Leia gave you a tight hug. “We’ll be back at base soon. I’ll make sure command gives you and Luke a day off so you two can relax and recoup.” She met Luke’s eyes and, at his nod, left and closed the door to the bunks behind her. 

Luke nestled himself against you, pulling your shoulders to lean against him. “Hey, starflower, shhh,” he murmured as more tears spilled over. You leaned your head against his shoulder and he gently kissed your forehead before smoothing a hand over your hair. “I’m here. I’ve got you.”

You hiccupped through another sob, grateful for how he pulled your bridal style into his lap. Burying your face into the warm skin of his neck, you clung to him as you felt the ship thrum to life and vibrate the bunk underneath you. You weaved your fingers into the soft hair at the nape of his neck, letting the silkiness comfort you as you struggled to find your breath. 

“Hey, breathe with me. You’re safe. You’re okay. I’m gonna help you through this, okay?” Luke’s hand ran up and down the length of your spine while the other gently massaged the back of your head. “In for four seconds through your nose, hold for four, then out for eight through your mouth, all right? In…hold…out…good, keep going. In…hold���out.”

You did this several more times before shuddering out another exhale. “My chest feels so tight.”

“Concentrate on how your hands or feet feel,” Luke murmured in your ear, still tracing soothing shapes on top of your clothes. He pulled back enough to press his forehead to yours and grabbed your hand, pressing your palm flat against his chest. His heartbeat thrummed under your fingers. “Breathe in time with me. You’re all right. In—out—in—out. Good, see? You’ve got it.”

You poured all your concentration into the sensations of your hands—how your muscles felt, the soft fabric of Luke’s jacket in one hand and the contour and warmth of his chest under the other. The ship hummed subtly around you as a relaxing accompaniment to Luke’s steady breathing. After several minutes, you felt him press a gentle kiss to your lips that you greedily returned. 

He wiped another tear from your cheek before gently stroking your skin. “I’m s-sorry,” you warbled. 

“Hey, none of that. You’ve done nothing wrong.”

“But this isn’t your job—”

“How many times have you been there for me? And I don’t take care of you because I feel like I have to. It’s because I want to—hey, look at me.” He cupped your jaw and neck in his large hand and pulled back to look into your eyes, the striking blue filled with nothing but concern and warmth. “Taking care of you is not a job. It’s a privilege. I want to be here.”

You felt the tears building again, but this time for another reason. Squeezing him firmly, you buried your face in his neck again. “I love you.”

“I love you, too, so much,” he replied, holding you just as tight and nuzzling into your neck. He ran the tip of his nose up the side of your neck and across your jaw where it connected with your ear. “Have you gotten any sleep?”

You pulled back to meet his gaze. “Um…no, not really.”

“Well, we’ve got a while till we’re back at base, so why don’t we try and get some rest? Then once we’re back and have gotten the mission report out of the way, we can either have a relaxing day on base or I can fly us somewhere for a few days.”

“But Leia—”

“She’ll survive a few days without us.” He scooted back further onto the mattress with you still in his arms, shimmying out of his jacket and wrapping it around your shoulders before laying down. You lay beside him, tangling your legs with his and using his chest as a pillow as he wrapped one arm around your waist and the other around your shoulders. His hand slid gently from your shoulder to massage the knots in your neck again as he kissed your cheek. You felt a sudden wave of calmness wash over you like water and knew he was calling on the Force to help you balance yourself. With the sudden serenity came an overwhelming wave of exhaustion and you felt your eyes begin to droop, letting out a small, contented moan as the back of Luke’s fingers brushed your cheek before sliding down the slope of your neck to your shoulder. His other hand worked its way under your shirt to make relaxing circles in the skin there. “Just sleep,” he murmured. “I’ll wake you up once we’re back home.”

Half asleep, you murmured, “You are my home.”

You felt his lips press against yours. “And you’re mine, sweetheart.”

[thatfanficstuff]

Not About You - 30

Pairing: Damon x OFC

Warnings: grief and stuff

A/N: ugh.

The only sound to be heard during the long drive was Lucy’s quiet sobs. She curled into Damon’s side and trembled while he wrapped her in his arms and whispered comforting words. Elijah was the last of her family. The last person that would always accept her for who and what she was, no matter what. There were others that were close, but it was Elijah that had been there her entire life. That had always seemed to show up just when he was needed. Hot tears ran down her face in a steady stream. There was a list of numbers she was to call in the event something happened to him but it could wait. The whole world could wait.

She shut down, knowing Damon would take care of her. Retreating into her head and her memories, her cries eased though the occasional tear still tracked down her face. When they arrived home, she was vaguely aware of Damon carrying her inside. She heard the murmur of Caroline’s voice and Stefan’s rumbling answer. Her vampire ignored them both and carried her up the stairs to their room.

He sat her on the counter in the bathroom and moved away to start the shower. When he was satisfied with the temperature, he returned to her and began undressing her, moving slowly to keep from startling her.

“I know you don’t believe me right now, Lucy, but everything will be okay. I promise.”

She didn’t believe him, promises or no.

After Damon had cleaned the blood from her body and fed her his own to heal her, they lay together in the bed. His fingers ran through her hair as she laid curled into his side with her head on his chest. Lucy’s breath hitched as she bit back another sob. Damon’s hold tightened, his warmth a stark contrast to the biting cold sorrow that settled in her bones.

“Shhh,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her hair. “I’ve got you. Just let it go, baby.” His voice soothed the raw edges that threatened to cut her open. His presence a reminder that she wasn’t alone in the world. That he would protect her from what chaos and cruelty he could. Anyone else might find that ironic. That this man, of them all, would make her feel that way. But that was as he’d always been for her. An anchor in the storm.

A gentle knock at the bedroom door interrupted the quiet. "Lucy? Damon?" Stefan's voice, laced with concern, filtered through the wood. He wouldn’t be interrupting them unless he needed something.

"Can it wait, Stefan?" Damon’s tone carried a protective growl, an audible shield thrown up around the grieving woman in his arms.

"It's important," came Stefan’s instant reply. "You both need to come. I’m sorry."

Lucy felt the shift of Damon's chest as he sighed. She knew they couldn't ignore Stefan's plea, but for a heartbeat longer, she wished they could remain isolated from the rest of the world's demands. Damon’s fingers stroked her back in silent reassurance, a promise that no matter what lay beyond the bedroom door, she wouldn’t be alone.

They trailed behind Stefan as he lead them to the front door in silence. Lucy froze when she spotted the door hanging open, Rose stood just beyond the threshold. Her fingers twitched at her sides and a frown creased her brow. Lucy worked a muscle in her jaw as she stared at the woman. “What the fuck is she doing here, Stefan?”

“She followed us from the house. She says she has information that we need to know.”

Caroline moved to stand beside her boyfriend when Lucy didn’t respond.

The truth was she didn’t know what to say. This…woman ruined everything. Lucy didn’t much care what she had to tell them. “I can’t,” she whispered, her voice barely loud enough for the vampires to hear. “Not now.”

“Who is this?” Damon asked, looking between his brother, his girl, and the stranger at their door.

“One of my kidnappers.” Lucy’s voice was flat, emotionless.

“What the fuck are thinking, Stefan?” Damon snapped as he tightened his hold on Lucy’s waist.

Stefan sighed. “I’m thinking with Elijah gone, we need answers.”

“Please,” Rose begged. “It’s about the Originals and what they have planned for your friend. She’s running out of time.”

Lucy stepped closer to the doorway. “And whose fault is that? You kidnapped her to trade her for what you wanted, now you suddenly have a conscience? Now you feel bad? He’s dead because of you.” Her voice cracked with anger and grief.

Rose shifted her on her feet. “I’m sorry. I really am, but I was desperate. I’ve been running for 500 years. I’m tired. I did what I thought I needed to do. Lexi’s good people. If she came to save you, you must be too. I want to help. To make amends. Let me do what I can.”

"No.”

"I understand you’re upset but this is bigger than any of us," Rose argued.

"If you’re that desperate to help, go find the teenager. She’ll listen to you," Lucy managed to say, her voice thick with exhaustion.

Rose snorted. “And what is she supposed to do against the oldest vampire in the world on her own?”

Lucy just arched a brow. She really didn’t fucking care what Elena did.

Caroline's hand dropped onto Lucy's shoulder in a gentle touch that pulled her back from her thoughts. "Lucy, please," she implored. "I know you don’t care about Elena, but I do. She’s my friend. Please. For me.”

Lucy's gaze locked with Caroline's as she studied her friend for a long moment.

"Fine." The word came out more resigned than she intended, a weary exhale of defeat.

Caroline's face softened with relief, her grip on Lucy easing to a grateful squeeze.

"But not tonight. If this is so damned important to the doppelganger, she should be here for the conversation and I’m exhausted.”

"Okay," Caroline agreed quickly, nodding her understanding. "In the morning."

“What about me?” Rose asked.

Lucy turned away without even a glance in the other woman’s direction. “There’s a bench on Elena’s porch. Try that.”

"Lucy." Caroline’s soft voice drew her to a stop. "Thank you. I’ll find a way to make this up to you.”

Lucy glanced over her shoulder, the ghost of a frown etched upon her tired features. A single nod was all she offered, too drained to bother with more of a response.

Damon watched the exchange with a furrowed brow. He swept her up into his arms. "Let's get you back to bed," he murmured, his voice low and comforting. She relaxed in his protective hold and let herself drift away, hoping to forget the day even for the briefest of moments.

It was earlier than Lucy liked when a knock sounded on the door, not that she’d managed much sleep the night before. Between memories of Elijah’s death and conversations with Damon about her uncle being one of the Original vampires, rest had been fleeting. Caroline rushed to the door and answered it to find Elena accompanied by Rose. The redness rimming Elena’s eyes was stark against her pale skin. "Please, let us in."

“You can come in,” Lucy shouted from the living room so the vampire could enter.

Caroline stepped away from the door with a soft smile, leaving them to enter and shut it behind them. Elena crossed the threshold and took in the scene before her. Lucy was on the couch, curled against Damon’s side, Caroline sitting beside her to offer the comfort of her presence. Stefan sat beside the blonde and kept shooting glances over to Lucy to make certain she was alright.

A sharp twinge of annoyance pricked at Elena. After her discussion with Rose this morning, she’d expected to be the focus of everyone’s concern. Instead, everyone seemed to be rallying around Lucy. It was Elena that was in danger. That deserved everyone protecting her, comforting her. What was the point of crying before she came over if no one even noticed?

Of course, Lucy was a complete mess. Her eyes were swollen and dull in her grief. Even the air in the boarding house seemed heavy in sympathy. Elena had come seeking solace, attention, protection, but as she watched Caroline hover close to the other woman, murmuring soft words and brushing a stray lock of hair from Lucy’s forehead, Elena’s annoyance simmered. This wasn’t how this was supposed to go at all.

Elena clenched her fists at her sides, wondering when Caroline had found another best friend. She was supposed to be comforting Elena. She was supposed to insist her vampire boyfriend and his brother help Elena. Before Elena could become even more annoyed, Rose stepped past her and spoke up.

“Okay. You have to understand I can only tell you what I’ve heard. There are so many myths and legends that I can’t tell you what is real and what isn’t,” she started.

Lucy rolled her eyes in annoyance. “That isn’t inspiring a lot of confidence.”

“I know Klaus is real,” the vampire snapped.

“Klaus? Who’s that?” Elena asked.

“One of the Originals,” Damon answered.

“The Originals are the first generation of vampire,” Stefan added.

“His full name is Niklaus. Elijah’s brother.” Lucy pressed further into Damon’s side. She’d grown up hearing stories about Elijah’s past and his family. He might have neglected to mention they were the first vampires, but that didn’t invalidate the rest of what he’d told her.

Rose snorted. “Elijah is the Easter Bunny compared to Klaus. He’s the real deal.”

Lucy arched a brow. “Hmm. That Easter Bunny killed your friend with a slice of his hand. I guess it’s easy to be brave when your boogeyman is dead.”

The vampire paled and her mouth dropped open slightly at the reminder of Trevor’s death.

“Lucy,” Caroline hissed from beside her.

Lucy shrugged. She didn’t particularly care if she hurt her kidnapper’s feelings.

Stefan cleared his throat. “Klaus is the oldest.”

“No he’s not. He’s the middle child. Explains a lot of his anger issues,” Lucy corrected.

Damon coughed to cover a laugh. “I don’t think that’s really the point right now, baby.”

“So this Klaus wants to sacrifice me in a ritual because I look like someone he used to know?” Elena asked.

“It’s not that simple—” Rose started.

Lucy cut her off. “Not exactly. But close enough. Good luck.” She pushed herself off the couch and headed into the kitchen.

The others watched her leave various levels of concern or annoyance on their faces.

"Let's head to school, Elena," Caroline suggested with a gentle smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.

"Fine," Elena muttered, her shoulders stiff as she turned on her heel, escaping the boarding house with Caroline close behind. Stefan's silent figure trailed them, his expression unreadable, but his protective instincts clear in the set of his jaw.

Rose shifted her gaze to Damon. "We need more information. More than what we have to stand a chance against them."

“Why do you care?” Lucy asked as she stepped back into the room with a fresh cup of coffee in hand.

“Excuse me?”

“Well, you insisted that we needed to hear what you had to say for Elena’s sake. You told us precisely nothing we didn’t already know in one form or another. Now you’re saying we need more information. Why are you really here, Rose?”

The vampire sighed. “I’m tired of running. Elijah was supposed to be the answer. If you get rid of Klaus, I’m free.”

“For fuck’s sake,” Lucy muttered against the rim of her mug.

“Look. I know someone in Richmond that can help us, alright?” Rose said.

After some deliberation, Damon and Lucy decided to accompany Rose to Richmond. They rode in her SUV as she was minus a daylight ring and needed the heavy tint on her windows to survive. They pulled into an underground parking garage and climbed out of the car. Before Lucy fully realized what was happening, Damon had Rose pinned to one of the posts.

“If this is a setup or you do anything to endanger my human, I will rip your heart out and shove it down your throat. It’s something I’m very good at.”

Rose flipped their positions in a blink. “I’m older than you and stronger. Don’t get on my bad side.”

Lucy had a stake in her hand the moment Damon was endangered. She stepped up behind Rose and pressed the point against her back right behind her heart. “You’re already on my bad side and I’m not afraid to get my hands dirty. Don’t threaten those I care about, Rose. It won’t end well for you.”

Rose raised her hands and took a step back as Lucy put away the stake. “You can trust me,” she insisted. The other two rolled their eyes before following her to a café with an entrance in the garage.

Damon wrapped an arm around Lucy’s waist as they walked. “That was kind of hot.”

Lucy gave him a small smile and shook her head. He held open the door for her to walk into the café. She stayed behind Damon as Rose met her friend Slater and introduced him the other vampire.

Slater grinned and extended his hand eagerly. "Damon Salvatore. I know so much about you."

"Hopefully, only the good parts," Damon replied, a smile curving his lips.

"Of course, of course," Slater assured him.

As they talked, Lucy drifted away. She ordered a black coffee, hoping the bitter brew would help her focus. With the steaming cup in hand, she moved to the window to gaze out at the people rushing by. The warmth from the cup seeped into her palms, chasing away some of the chill that seemed to have taken up permanent residence.

Her eyes found the reflection of the others in deep conversation. Movement across the street caught her eye. A street musician. A man knelt beside his case, rifling through the contents before throwing a bill inside. Odd. Even odder was the man’s attire. A well-tailored suit. As he stood, Lucy’s fingers tightened around her cup. Her breath hitched as her gaze ran over the familiar figure. Though he had yet to turn she’d recognize him anywhere. Elijah.

As if she’d called him, he turned then, his eyes immediately finding hers. Shock seized her, rooting her to the spot, as their gaze met through the windowpane. Disbelief etched her features, her wide eyes locked onto his. It was impossible.

Elijah's lips curved into a knowing smile and he raised a finger to his lips, a silent plea for discretion. With a tilt of his head, he gestured for her to join him.

"Uh, Damon," Lucy stammered as she approached their table, “I have a friend that wants to meet up while I’m in town. I’ll find my own way home."

Damon turned, his gaze sharp and searching, but Lucy was already sidestepping away from them. He reached out and grabbed her wrist to keep her close. “I don’t think you should be alone right now.”

Her brow furrowed, not wanting to lie to him but not knowing what to tell him until she’d talked to Elijah. She shook her head and pulled away before leaning down to kiss him softly. “I’ll be fine. I promise.”

He nodded after a moment but she felt his eyes on her as she tossed her cup and headed out the back door. She raced through the garage until she find her way to the street, hoping he hadn’t disappeared in the short time he’d been out of her sight. Her eyes fell on Elijah once again just as he threw a handful of coins at the café. Windows shattered and shrill screams filled the air. Her heart raced in panic but Damon would be fine. He had his ring, after all.

In a flash, he was by her side, pulling her into a narrow alley away from prying eyes. Tears flooded her eyes as she through her arms around him. “You’re alive,” she breathed, her voice muffled against his chest.

He ran a hand down her back as he held her close. “I wouldn’t leave you. Not for anything.”

Eventually, she pulled back and wiped her face, knowing she still looked a mess. He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “We need to talk.”

[nyx22-blogs]

Imagine Being Ben's Little Sister And Having A Huge Crush On Riley Poole But He Thinks He's Too Old/Nerdy For You So He Never Made A Move And Always Tried To Keep Distance Between You Two

A/N: Yes yes I've thought and dreamt of this ok leave me alone 😭

Warnings: Angstiness but barely, shy Riley bc that is a warning, like the tiniest bit of swearing

Another A/N: Sorry lol I read somewhere (probably not a trustable site-) that Riley was born in the 1970's and since National Treasure was made in 2004 I'm just gonna assume he was born in 1976 and he's 28. Reader would be 20 in this case. 😬

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When your older brother Ben has called wou while you were at work and asked you for help, you were surprised to say the least. I mean you knew where he was and knew what he did but you never thought you'd be treasure hunting as well.

When you did get there you got along really well with everyone else. You always thought it was a shame Ian had gone rogue. He was a good friend to you.

But your favorite part of the entire process was getting to know Riley Poole.

He was so amazing, and a huge asset to the team. And maybe you harbored a gigantic small crush on him. I mean who could blame you? He was so smart, sarcastic, funny, and just so adorable.

Early on Ben had figured out your crush on Riley, he was your big brother after all. He knew you best.

"Wait wait wait, if you like Riley just tell-"

"BEN! SHHH- he might hear you, you ding dong!"

You were quite obvious when it came to having a crush on Riley, even though it wasn't intentional. Abigail knew, Ben knew, unfortunately your dad knew, but you weren't quite sure if Riley knew.

"Dad." Ben said

Where's the party?

Uh, well, uh...

I'm in a little trouble.

Is she pregnant?

Well, if she is are you gonna leave the woman carrying your grandchild standing out in the cold?

You all walked in your dad's house and Riley found his way on the couch while Ben and Abigail headed to the kitchen. Your dad had pulled you to a corner to ask a question.

"What the hell are you, Ben and your boyfriend doing here? And who's that girl?"

"I- he's not my boyfriend dad he's Riley. And that girl is Abigail."

He looked at you as if you were lying, sighed and went back to the living room.

Pointing at Ben your dad had said, "And he dragged you two into this?"

"Literally."

"I volunteered." You smiled widely at that, how dare he sound so cute saying something so basic.

"Well, unvolunteer, before you waste your life."

"Knock it off, Dad." You and Ben said at the same time.

"Sure, sure, I know, I'm the family kook. I have a job, a house, health insurance. At least I had your mother, for however brief a time. At least I had you. What do you have? Him?"

"Dad!" You said, starting to get annoyed. You could see why he was mad, and he had a reason to be. That didn't mean he needed to talk to Riley like that.

You remembered that same night you guys had taken your dad's car and drove off. You felt bad for taking him to the chair but at least he agreed to it..

Ben and Abigail were in the front of the car and you and Riley were in the back.

It took a lot of convincing on your part to assure him that it was ok that the both of you guys laid down together in the back.

"I'm hungry. This car smells weird." He whined sleepily.

You giggled and shushed him. Since he was pretty much laying on top of you, you stroked his nose gently until you saw him fall asleep. As you started to fall asleep yourself you felt his arms tighten slightly around your waist and he nuzzled into you a bit more.

"Hmm, g'night love." He said so quietly you barely even heard it. Those three words were your last thoughts before you fell asleep with Riley in your arms.

This happened two days ago, and currently you, your brother, Abby as she now allowed you to call her, and Riley were taking a break in a pretty field Abby had spotted.

You so desperately wanted to talk to Riley about everything but you were afraid he'd dismiss you. You didn't want to make your friendship with him weird.

You watched as Ben and Abigail walked up to a farther end of the field. Just before they were out of sight you got a text message from Ben.

Tell him now before I kick you. Love you. You got this.

You rolled your eyes affectionately and answered back.

You think he'll say yes?

How the hell would I know? Ask him and you'll find out.

Wow so supportive big bro.

Hey now, he cares for you we all know that. It'll be fine, do it now.

Ok. Love you too.

"Hey.. Riley?"

"Yeah?" He said while typing on his laptop.

"Can I talk to you about something?"

"Uh- yeah sure." He set his laptop aside and turned to face you. Blue eyes attentive and making you more nervous by the second.

"I uhm- well I wanted to ask- well no I just uhm. I wanted to know if you remembered what you told me when you fell asleep on me in my dad's car."

"Uhm..I was hungry and the car smelled weird? Which it did by the way."

"Well yeah but after..you were telling me goodnight and..."

"And...?"

"And..you called me something.."

"I don't uhm- know what you're talking about."

"RileyIlikeyou." You blurted out.

"I- god I know..I know you like me y/n.."

"So then why didn't you ever-"

"Because y/n look at you. You have your whole life ahead of you ok? You're young and smart and so incredibly beautiful it's ridiculous and I really really like you but you and I don't make sense. Ok you're 20 and I'm pushing 30's right now."

"Riley..I don't care about that."

"Well- I do. What would everyone say?"

"Nobody would say anything Riley."

"I- I want this to work..but I'm scared of what'll happen if it doesn't. I care about you y/n..I don't want to lose you.

"Riley you won't lose me." You scooted closer to him and he wrapped an arm around your waist.

"So..are we- you know." He said

"Well yeah, I guess we should probably everyone know before someone gets a heart attack at possible nicknames or PDA." You said chuckling at that thought.

Riley laughed at that.

"Alright then sweetheart who should we start with?" He said dragging out the new nickname.

"My dad?" You said with a teasing smirk, wiggling your eyebrows at him.

"Y/n no, your dad terrifies me."

"Fine. How about my mom?"

"No-"

"Ben and Abby?"

"Yes, yes let's do that." He said and you smiled.

Your phone buzzed again and you checked it while sitting next to Riley.

See, told you it'd work out. Ding dong.

Shut up Ben.

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[nidhi-writes]

Vēṭkai (Part -2)

Third Person POV

'Children, please stop running' a soft voice said to the hyperactive kids making their parents reach old age very quickly.

'Arun! Kundavai! listen to your mother!' a strong voice shouted at his beloved kids who froze in their spot and giggled at their father's antics to make them obey. But it worked, as they ran towards their heavily pregnant mother and hugged her belly.

'You should be resting' said the man and smiled softly at his wife with so much love.

'Well, of course, I should be as you are the one who made me heavily pregnant for the third time' She said with a smirk. and the kids again started to play with each other.

'Well you were not complaining when I made you pregnant' He whispered to her which resulted in him being whacked at his chest for being profound in front of their children.

They both laughed and she laid her head against his chest. As she traced patterns at the top of his shirt she stared at the place where there is a huge scar that sits on top of his left chest area, which is visible and can be peeked through the shirt.

Memories rushed towards her and she still remembered the day it happen just like yesterday.

Nandhini POV

A huge gasp left my mouth and my eyes opened up only to be blinded by lights. All the events that had happened flashed through my mind and I abruptly get up to see where I am.

'Shh! Take it easy. Don't get up too fast' A voice said while holding me. I am not sure what they are saying but my trembling self said to be calm. But my mind went into a frenzy again thinking of ilavarasar Karikalan, and he is nowhere to be seen.

'கரிகாலரே! எங்கே இருக்குறீர்கள்?'(Karikalar! Where are you)My voice started to get louder as I whipped my head right and left, the more I search the more scarier I got. This place is weird and filled with things I can't understand.

'Karikalan? Is the one who was with you?' An elderly woman in front of me asked, she looks divine and had this sense of calmness towards her. But I still can't understand what is she saying. Am I a different kingdom? That couldn't be possible cause the last thing I remember being fallen off the cliff and holding on to my love. How am I even alive? But I can here her saying Karikalan's name so she might have known him so I nodded my head hoping I got what she asked me right.

'You can understand me, right? ok let me try in Tamizh, Unga per enna?' Her words made me tilt my head, I can partially understand the last bit she spoke. Was it Tamizh? but not exactly the same. But I can get from that that she is asking my name.

I pointed at me and said 'எந்தன் பெயர் நந்தினி ஆகும் ' (My name is Nandhin)I said hoping she got it and she did. So I wanted to ask her about Karikalar.

'கரிகாலர் எங்கே? அவரை நான் காணவேண்டும்'(Where is Karikalar? I want to see him) At this moment I am desperate to know whether he is safe or not. But the look on the face of the woman before me changed. As she tried to comprehend what I told her.

'shhh, shh, ok ok,' She said and tried to action me to calm down, and I suddenly felt a stinging pain in my stomach only to check that the wound is stitched up, it was killing me. Before I ask again I saw an elderly man walking inside, who looks muscular and tall. He doesn't look like a person from Chola Desam, definitely, we are in some other kingdom. But it's a good thing if so, as here we at least have some time before anyone knows who we are.

'Oh, you are awake! How are you feeling' Again with the language I can't understand, what is it!! My confusion made him quickly ask the same thing in somewhat Thamizh which I understand partially.

'Neenga 2 varama ah coma la irukeenga, you should take rest' His words are jumbled for me. 2 varam?

As if they can understand my feelings they nodded their heads. They asked to sit me on a chair with wheels, woah and it can move. It's so strange but I am glad that I don't have to walk as the pain when I felt while standing up was so intense. As they went from one room to another and end up in a room that was similar to mine. There he was in the middle of the bed sleeping. With their broken Tamizh they explained to me that he was also in a coma for the past two weeks and hope will be waking up soon.

I just sat next to him and held his hand close to my chest and prayed to Krishna just asking him to help him. Help my Prince.

Three weeks later

It's been three weeks since I woke up in this strange place, over this period I learned that the elderly couple whose names are (Bala and Shubha) saw us injured at the bottom of what they called Kolli malai, As they are both local physicians and help poor people around the native are they made sure to take us to their home. Through them, I learned that currently, it's the year 2013 and that news made my head spin. As I see them as my parents cause of the way they treated me I entrusted them with my identity. But it was very difficult cause they don't understand my pure Tamil but we came up with a pattern and I am learning their language as well. And also it made them stop informing the Police cause they think that would be best for us until we come up with a plan.

As they don't have any children they are glad that they have someone in the house as the age as their children if they had one.

For the past these weeks I sat next to him, my love hoping that he wake up soon, but each day passed with no improvement. But Appa Bala says to not lose hope.

'Aazhi Mazhai Kannaa

Ondru Nee Kai Karavel

Aazhiyul Puku

Muganthu Kodaarththeri

Oozhi Mudhalvan Uruvampol

Meikaruthu

Paaliyanth Tholudaip

Padpanaban Kaiyyil

Aazhipol Minni

Aazhipol Minni

Valampuripol Nindrathirnthu

Thaazhaathey Saarngam

Uthaitha Saramazhaipol

Tears slipped from my eyes and my lips tremble, I just don't know what else I should do. I closed my eyes and sang those again and again. Suddenly I left someone touching my cheeks. My eyes flew open to see Karikalan now wiping my tears off and smiling at me. I couldn't stop my tears I just never thought I would see this day, hoping we would be together.

Vaazha Ulaginil

Peithidaai Naangalum

Maargazhi Neeraada

Magizhnthelo Rembaavaai'

'ஒருவழியாக நீ எனக்காக ஒரு பாடல் பாடிவிட்டாய்'(After all this time, you have finally sang for me) His words made me laugh.

A few months later

Karikalan had a very hard time for the first few weeks to live this new life in this new era. He couldn't believe that there is no Chola desam and that they were defeated long back. His anger and cries worried Bala and Shuba but they tried their best to make us comfortable. We are not sure how we can repay them.

Currently, we are in Thanjai as now it comes under Tamilnadu and the country they call is India.

'இச்சிறப்பான கோயிலை எழுப்பியது எம் தமையனா?'(Is it really my younger brother was the one who made this beautiful temple?)Tears fell from his eyes as he traced Arunmozhi's name which was mentioned as Raja Raja Cholan. He doesn't want to leave cause this is the place that was made by his brother.

A year later

Right now we are getting comfortable in this place, we tried to visit Kadambur but nothing helped us to go back, so we rested the case and accepted that here we live, We have also been customed to technology and we are so fascinated.

After nearly a year later discovering us in a tragic state, Bala and Shuba made sure to get us IDs which they use here to identify themselves.

It was hard but they had some influence. We also learned modern Tamil along with English to communicate. We both were healed and in good health now. Karikalan started working in a nearby school as a martial teacher and I conduct a singing class. Mostly they are thanking my Krishna who guided us to this life.

Sometimes I get fright that all these are just a mere dream and I will be waking up to reality. But if it was a dream then I don't want to wake up at all.

Three years later (2017 - almost 2018)

It was that windy night Karikalan asked me to marry him. At first, I don't know whether I should say yes or no. As I am already a married woman and it was considered a shame back from where we came from. But in reality, we are thousands of years into the future and it doesn't matter now.

With a peak in a cheek and caress to his chin I sealed my lips to his, answering his question without a word. That night turned into one of the most beautiful nights when we have become one together. We do not know whether it is the wind or the smell of the sand or the calmness inside the house where Shuba and Bala went for a vacation leaving us alone or just the desperation of wanting to feel the feeling of being touched by love.

His strong arms caged me and lifted my hips and meet me at the right spot each time. Moans erupted throughout the room making it sound like a melody of love. Throughout our love making we didn't look away from each other, nor we can.

At the final snap of the hips, my vision got white and his lips sealed mine drinking away my muffled moans. We both are full of each other.

And it continues way more than once. As we got married a few months after, Karikalan made sure we mate like bunnies in a mating season and made sure I got pregnant and I did.

10 Months later

With heavy breaths leaving my mouth and sweat building up, it was then our first baby, our beautiful baby boy came to this world. As others laid him on top of my breast tears of joy fell down. All the pain I felt doesn't matter now and I will go for thousand times again and again if needed.

We know what we are going to name him and KArikalan asked me about the name I would definitely want him to have the name of the most generous, powerful warrior/King who ever lived, Arunmozhi.

'வாழ்க பல்லாணடு எம் இளவரசே அருண்மொழி'(Long live the prince, Arunmozhi) Karikalan sang and I smiled at the scene to capture it on my memory forever.

A year later

It was the end of 2019 and we welcomed our second child, our baby girl who we named Kundavai. Yes even though I had some spats with real Kundavai I always admired her and what else I can ask in a girl who can be filled with knowledge, administrative thinking, and beauty as this world has never seen.

And yes, Karikalan couldn't help wanting to mate again and again. God, I am not sure how this man ever lived without having it for most of his life back then.

Present day - 2023

Third Person POV

Nandhini let out a giggle after thinking about how their life turned into heaven and how their family is shaping up.

She lightly kisses up the scars that sit on top of Karikalan's chest as he kissed her head.

'So what we are going to name the one which looks like will be popped out any day' He asked and gently massaged her hips. A silent moan left Nandini's lips as the sensation felt wonderful.

She smiled and thought, She really wanted to carry the name of her mother, the name Vallavarayan Vanthiyathevan mentioned. And she has a feeling that this one also be a girl.

'How about Mandakini' She answered to which Karikalan smiled and nodded.

'But we still have to have one more so we can name him Vanthiyadevan' He said and wiggled his eyebrow.

Arunmozhi who is currently five years turned around as he heard the name he always loved. His father always mentioned his friend Vallavarayan Vanthiyadevan.

'Are we going to have Vanthiyadevan also? Yes!!' The child laughed and hugged his sister who currently didn't understand what it is at the tender age of 3 1/2 but laughed along with her brother.

@vibishalakshman  @thatacademic @thelekhikawrites 

They have it all and they also have parent figures who made sure to help them on every step. As the family enjoyed it appears to be the start of the Chola bloodline that again will raise to his power one day. One can hope, can't we?

The END BEGINNING

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URBZ MAG : EXCLUSIVE DH3 EDITION PART 1

Destiny, Leïla and Aïssa tell us more about the new season and special musical episode !

Interview below the cut ♥

Destiny, Leïla and Aïssa, how are you and what have you been up to lately?

Des : It's been a while since we got back from Sulani and lots of things have changed for us actually ... I guess adulthood has started now ...

Lee : What Destiny means is that we've been selected for a scolarship at Britechester but life is expensive so we're living together now, with Aïssa and Hiro as well. It's actually nice to live with my boyfriend, even though he hasn't changed no matter the efforts we're all making ... Also, Des and I both work at the university grocery store now 'cause we have to pay our bills.

Des: This sucks actually ! Life is super expensive there as well !

Aïssa : That's why I'm glad that my modeling carreer is officially starting. Thank god that Sulani campaign had a huge impact on my social medias and now I have an agent adding to my first contract with a model agency. Life at Britechester has been busy but I have to admit that I kinda hate the morality of this so called ivy league ...

So girls, what can you say about this new part of the story ?

Des : Well, this time, we can say that things are getting pretty serious and pretty quickly right ?

Lee : Yep, Des is right. Lot of tensions, love drama, we're getting deeper into the gang relationship and how we're dealing adulthood. It's the end of university but also the end for a lot of us ...

Aïs : Shhh ! Don't spoil anything ! As you can guess this season will also be scarier than the other. A tribute to 80/90s horror movies with a cool soundtrack and lot of plot twists ! Also, I love how we're getting our toes into something more political ...

Seems like things are getting pretty intense this time ...

D : Totally ! Remember vampires in Season 1? Well, they were a piece of cake compared to what we're facing here

L : Intense, gore, violent ... I'm still shocked by some events honestly. Don't know if I'll recover ...

A : You're not ready for that.

About the special episode, it's supposed to be a musical right ?

D : Oh that one ! Lee ...

L (laughing) : Hum, I admit that this is my favorite part actually

A : Same here. I loved the songs and energy around this part. Even though it's kind of sad for some parts, most of us had really a great time that day

D : Say this to Hiro !

A : Girl !

Well, lots to come then ! Can you tell us one last thing before we go ?

All three : Destiny Harbour will be back this summer with the Melodia special ! After that it will be followed by the new and longest season so far Nightmares at Britechester ! Don't miss it 'cause it might be awesome !

Next part : The boys of DH gang !

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A Small Adventure with Dad - Sora x Child!Reader

First off, hope you see this. I tried and failed to @ you.

Second, not gonna lie, I've been trying to write this since the request came in. It's been doing my head in and I rewrote it like 7 times. So I'm sorry it's not perfect, and probably not as fluffy as you hoped. And I definitely didn't do any edit/clean up, but I hope it at least entertains you a little.

Premise: The time has come to save the future

Words: 2,372

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               The salty air breezes by, the sky raining warm sunshine down on us. Gentle waves rock the world while we bustle about in keeping Black Pearl sailing ahead.

               One of our men points out over the water. “Land ho!”

               “Land ho!” the rest of us holler out in excitement.

               It’s been a few weeks since I arrived here.

               And I don’t mean “here” by The Caribbean.

               The thing is, I’m not from around here. Where I come from, things are beginning to distort and fall apart. After my father and uncle vanished and my own existence began to flicker, we received a visit from a family friend who was able to point us in the direction of the event causing the chaos. It was tasked to me to fix this mess and with ample warnings not to meddle beyond what was required.

               So far, the hardest part has been finding my way without a version of myself here or losing my body, yet I did. It was sheer coincidence that I happen to run into Sora, Donald, and Goofy shortly after. There was some suspicion, but it pretty much evaporated when they discovered that I had my own keyblade. It’s been a comical series of events ever since. Everyone I meet asks how they know me or if we’ve met somewhere. Alternatively, they’re exasperated at the double chaos known as me and Sora. It’s not my fault we get along so well.

               I know it’ll end and probably sooner than I’d like, but until then, I’m going to thoroughly enjoy the time I have with my new friends.

               I get to work adjusting the sails as we divert course towards the island, singing that silly shanty at the top of our lungs as we have the whole time.

               “And really bad eggs!” Jack stumbles as the ship breeches the shore and goes tumbling over the edge.

               “JACK!” The rest of us run to the edge of the vessel to check on the captain. He simply lays in the sand, coming to terms with the fact that he’s ashore.

               Suddenly, there’s a little jingle. All eyes dart to Sora.

               “Sora!” Donald scolds, flapping his arms frantically.

               “Put it on silent!” I hiss.

               Instead, he answers it. “Hello?” he whispers loudly.

               “Sora, we—”

               “Shhh!” It’s kind of harsh, but in the name of the world order, we have no choice but to make Ienzo keep it down.

               “S-Sorry,” he says much softer.

               “What’s up?” asks Sora.

               “We’ve received some unusual activity in the Kingdom of Corona. Kairi, Riku, and King Mickey are already on their way, but I think it would be wise to send everyone to investigate this matter.”

               “It’s that big, huh?”

               I can’t help the goosebumps creeping up my spine. This might be it.

               “I believe so.”

               Sora looks to us for opinions.

               “What about Jack?” Goofy asks.

               Again, we peer over the railing to see the captain ambling off along the shore on his own.

               “He’ll be fiiiine,” I reply.

               “You think so?”

               “Look at him? He barely knows we’re here when we’re the ones manning his ship. I’m sure he’ll have gotten himself off the island and onto his next adventure without us.”

               We turn back to Sora who looks back at his GummiPhone. “We’re on our way.”

               “Great. I’ll inform the others to wait for you before proceeding.”

               The call ends there. One last glance is spared to the captain that still hasn’t acknowledged we haven’t joined him before we set out for the Kingdom of Corona.

               My boots meet the grass. Again, the sun blesses us with its warm kiss though the breeze lacks the heavy salt of The Caribbean. There’s significantly less water about, but instead the sea is of glorious, pastel flowers soaking in the radiant light from above.

               “This place is pretty,” I awe, taking in all the greenery.

               “About time our wayward pirates showed up.”

               Her voice captures our attention and we spot Kairi strolling closer, Riku and Mickey following after.

               “Hey guys!” Sora calls.

               “Do you guys have any leads on our Heartless?” I ask as we meet up.

               “Nope. We were told to wait for you,” Riku says. “Ienzo says it’s likely to be a tough one.”

               “Sounds fun,” I laugh.

               “Fun? Really?” Riku’s not nearly as entertained as I am.

               I shrug. “What? We’re investigating this whether or not we’re afraid. Might as well plan on beating it to a pulp.”

               Though he scrunches his nose in disapproval, there’s the slightest hint of a smirk in his expression. “I don’t know if you’re brave or crazy.”

               “Thanks! I inherited it from my father.”

               Well whatever expression he had, it all goes out the window, leaving him baffled. “Wha…What?”

               I wave my finger guns at him.

               Quite honestly, the conversation doesn’t get much smarter than that. So we set out, keeping eyes peeled for signs of this unusual Heartless.

               In spite of big words, my heart slams against my ribs, anxiety creeping into my throat. As we wander the woods, I elect to keep my mouth clamped shut. If this is what I think it is, they are not prepared for this and, quite frankly, I’m not even sure I am. But I can’t let on that I know—that would open too many lines of conversation I’m not allowed to divulge.

               The ground rumbles beneath our feet. My voice catches on that lump of anxiety, but Riku’s is clear.

               “Run!”

               Everyone manages to dive out of the way as the earth gives way. From the dirt rises a serpentine beast with a body littered in thorns. A trio of flowers sprout from the top, each snapping their razor-sharp teeth. The largest in the middle is the only real face with wild, spiraling eyes. On the chest of this beast is the tell-tale emblem of the Heartless. This is an ancient species of serpentine monster that disappeared well before even my father’s time; I’d only ever seen it mentioned in a book. And those notes were nothing good.

               With a roar, the beast attempts to bite down on anyone as it lunges at the group. This starts the wildest fight of my life. The triplet heads independently strike at lightning speeds and the thorns on its sides make it difficult to make a mark with our attacks. Even when they do land, the thick skin of the snake soaks the ones that do land. The heads aren’t even the only threat this thing has as the tail whips at us, crushing rocks when it missed.

               My heart stops when I watch Sora raise his weapon to top one of the smaller heads from chomping down on him. His arms strain to hold it back, leaving him wide open for the tail to come through. I have just a split second to get out of the way the brunette is sent flying back, colliding with the cliffside at our backs.

               It feels like a fist jerking on my heart and I stumble.

               This is bad. I knew they would struggle, but I don’t even know what I’m supposed to do against this thing. I wasn’t prepared to face a Thorned Snake.

               There’s the slightest movement at the cliff overlooking us. My eyes snap to the black coat observing the fight—that’s who summoned this monster.

               I narrowly missing getting bitten into as my blade changes into a glider and takes me up to meet the Organization member. The man with pink hair doesn’t even spare me a glance.

               “Stop! Stop this!” I shout, racing towards him. “Please, Lauriam!”

               A brow rises in my direction. “And just who are you?”

               “Someone who knows that if you do this, you will regret it.”

               I step back beneath his imposing figure. In a whirl of petals, he now wields his signature scythe. “Threatening me, are you?”

               “No!” I can’t raise a weapon to this man. I know him—I know the importance of the part he’s meant to play. “Please, just don’t do this!”

               “You have one last chance to run.”

               “Lauriam, please.” His second hand meets the staff and I cower beneath its rising blade. “I’ll give you a clue about what you’re looking for!”

               His body freezes, mid swing, and he turns on me with the look of a man gone feral. “What did you just say?”

               I barely have time to brace myself, yet I wasn’t really prepared to be hung midair by my neck.

               Voice deep, violent, desperate, he demands more. “Tell me what you know.”

               Unable to speak beneath the crushing force of his grip, I glance to the raging battle below. That grip tightens but I know that I have to hold out or this won’t be the end of just me.

               A frustrated huff signals that I’ve won. I hit the ground, gasping for air. His snap echoes in the air, followed shortly by the ground rumbling. In the battle below, vines burst from the ground, entangling the beast. It soon forgets my allies as it struggles against the bindings. Thorns pierce its skin, eliciting a roar of pain and I almost feel bad for the thing. There was no hope against the crushing vines as the Heartless soon releases its heart and disperses in a cloud of smoke.

               Immediately, Marluxia turns on me. “Now tell me. Where is it? Why am I here?”

               Collecting my composure, I rise to my feet. “You need to look into the Realm of Fiction.”

               He’s barely restraining himself in his frustration. “What does that mean?”

               “That’s all I can tell you.”

               “And why should I trust you? What’s stopping me from choking the life out of you right now?”

               Suddenly it occurs to me—the reason she was the one to visit and set me on this path. Reaching into my jacket, I pull the fabric she asked me to keep with me. In my outstretched hand I offer up the vermillion ribbon. All that animosity washes off him, replaced by weary heartache. Almost reverently, he accepts my gift.

               “Where did you get this?” he murmurs, not quite understanding his own reaction.

               “You’ll find out soon enough.”

               His green eyes scan me over once again. “You’re not from here, are you.”

               I shrug with a meek smile.

               “You know I can’t back down from this war, right? I will defeat them when the time comes.”

               “You do what you need to do,” I say. My feet carry me towards the edge of the cliff. “May your heart be your guiding key.”

               What I said stuns him. “What did you—?!”

               Marluxia’s question can’t be answered now. I take that last step off the edge landing on the glider that carries me down to the waiting warriors of light below. I can’t fight the smile on my face, having succeeded in my mission, averted a crisis, and set everything back on the right path.

               “You guys okay?” I ask as my feet hit the ground.

               “What happened?” Kairi asks.

               Riku has some idea. “What did you do?”

               “I just…had a heart-to-heart.”

               “With Marluxia?” Sora is full of skepticism.

               “Yep.” I let the smile slip. “But don’t let that fool you. He’s still just as much of a threat as he was before. Do not take him lightly.”

               “How did you do that?” Donald scratches his head.

               “I can’t tell you.”

               His feathers ruffle. “You and your secrets.”

               Mickey isn’t quite as bothered. “We’d better report back to Ienzo and let him know that the Heartless is gone.”

               Sora looks to me. “And we better get back to Jack and make sure he’s not still stranded on that island.”

               I’m not quite prepared for this. My time here was always meant to be limited but getting to know these people in this time is a memory I’ll always keep close to my heart. It’s really made me come to appreciate who they are.

               Still, it takes me a moment to get the words out. “Actually, I think it’s time for me to go.”

               Surprise crosses all their face.

               “Huh? Where to?” asks Sora.

               “Home.” A laugh escapes me. “My dad is probably waiting for me to tell him all about this.”

               A hand passes through his hair as he considers the non-existent options. “You’re from Destiny Islands right? We could probably make a pitstop there if you wanna see him.”

               “It’s a bit more complicated than that.” From my pocket, I produce a star-shaped gem.

               Mickey immediately recognizes the item. “That’s a star shard!”

               “Yep. There’s a detour I gotta make if I want to actually get home.”

               “So when are you coming back?” I knew that question would pop up, but I don’t know if it’s more or less painful that it’s Sora who asks.

               “It’s gonna be a long time,” I answer honestly. “You’ll probably have forgotten me by the time we meet again and you may not recognize me.” I offer a hand in the face of his confusion. “But we will meet again. Trust me.”

               The parting sadness in his eyes brightens, a small hint of happiness coming through.

               “Alright.”

               Sora takes my hand and I pull him into my arms. With a hearty pat, I step away from him and bid the rest goodbye in turn. The star shard in my hand begins to glow as I send it the thoughts of my destination. Memories of my time here swell in my heart. Muscles in my cheeks hurt from all the smiles, but I don’t even care.

               “See you guys.” The next words slip from my mouth before I can even think about it. “Bye dad, I love you.”

               Oh I messed up. It feels like the everything stops and I wait for the worlds to end.

               Instead, Riku points at me with accusation. “I KNEW IT!”

               Sora, himself, is confused out of his mind. “Wait, what?!”

               Kairi puts a hand on his shoulder. “Sora, that’s your—"

               “WELL!” I interrupt loudly. “I’ve overstayed my welcome and Wilbur’s parents are gonna kill him if I don’t get his ship back! Bye!”

               Before the star shard takes me away, I hear Sora’s voice.

               “Bye, I love you too!”

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Nova’s Kingdom Hearts Masterlist

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It's Blorbo Blursday! And I arrive with questions! Your blorbos go to the movies, who:

Forgets to turn off their phone?

Has to take out a second mortgage to buy snacks?

Finishes all the snacks during the previews?

Is the Talker (tm)?

Is the one that polishes off two sodas without realizing they're probably going to have to go to the bathroom at some point during the film?

Is the one to sneak into other theaters after their movie ends to catch a free one but shhh don't tell anybody!

Happy Blorbo Blursday! Thank you for the Ask, @writernopal!

I love this set of questions lol. I'll use the characters from The Last Wrath to answer this one!

Your blorbos go to the movies, who:

Forgets to turn off their phone? Lukan Velterin. And he would have the most obnoxious, tacky, and loud ringtone. Isolde promises that, if she has to hear that ringtone again while watching a movie, she'll smash his phone on the wall before he can answer whatever call he's received, but he doesn't seem to get the memo.

Has to take out a second mortgage to buy snacks? Julyan Ashiren, I am 100% sure. He is the kind of guy to buy the snacks for the others, (and hide the ones he bought for himself so that his siblings don't steal his share while he is distracted with the movie), and then complain about the price of said snacks for two weeks after leaving the theater.

Finishes all the snacks during the previews? Raelen, Sybil, Morwan and Vallerius. Those four can eat a lot in a small time frame. They'd make their way through all the snacks like a hurricane of little gremlins and then spend the movie complaining that they don't have a snack (Raelen would 100% nag Julyan for 15 minutes until he gives her one of his snacks to get her to shut up and let him watch the movie).

Is the Talker (tm)? EMRYC THORNE omg. This guy does NOT know how to shut up, it honestly becomes a problem for the others quite frequently during the actual events of The Last Wrath. He'd be the kind of guy that is like: "hey, that's the part when - (spoils the whole movie)"; "are you guys hearing that or is my ear ringing? oh, it's from the movie, okay"; "you know that during the production of this scene one of the actors-", etc. Until Ansell loses his patience and has to come up behind him to forcefully get him to "SHUT UP, WILL YOU?!". Unfortunately, this gets the whole theater to turn around, glaring at Ansell for being too loud, while Emryc cheekily goes silent.

Is the one that polishes off two sodas without realizing they're probably going to have to go to the bathroom at some point during the film? Morwan and Yuna. They'd be straight up chugging bottles of Pepsi, Coca-Cola, and Fanta, and then SUDDENLY beeline it to the bathroom without realizing why it happened, nearly knocking down the people in their path.

Is the one to sneak into other theaters after their movie ends to catch a free one but shhh don't tell anybody! This would be either Kaden, Tanwin, or Vallerius. Kaden and Vallerius would do it and more than likely would be caught while doing it because they'd be laughing the whole way in. Tanwin is so quiet that no one would even notice he entered another movie without paying, and he might even take someone's popcorn without them realizing it, and then come out of the movie theater two hours later to his deeply confused friends like nothing happened.

Bonus:

+ Zephyr falls asleep halfway through the movie and is DEEPLY confused by how the movie ends when he wakes up and then spends the rest of the night asking Jamie questions about what he missed.

+ Fabian finds a way to steal free candy from the vending machines in the hallway and refuses to share it with the others, since according to him "I had to struggle to get it, I get to eat it". Until Luciya takes the candy bag straight from his hands and distributes it among their friends without once breaking eye contact.

+ Cirien stays absolutely unmoved, undisturbed, and calm, throughout the scariest and most terrifying scenes in a horror movie, and then gets suddenly jumpscared for the most ridiculous reason during a non-scary scene.

+ Darian sobs at the end of romantic comedies. Everyone gets extremely worried about his mental health in general. Tanwin is unsurprised.

[shadowsong26fic]

Coming Attractions!

Yes, yes, I know it's Tuesday not Monday but shhh.

It's been a while since I've done one of these, but in theory the first Monday of the month I do a little update post--what I'm working on, what's coming further along, just general rambling.

And it also usually aligns with an Open Question Night. My askbox is always open, but tonight I'll be at least semi-actively keeping an eye on it. Questions about any fandom I've written about here or on AO3 is fair game; questions about writing in general; questions about my original stuff...I do take prompts but no promises on how quickly I will fill them.

Okay, here we go!

A fairly short one this month--mostly because I did a kind of half-update a couple weeks ago and there's not much new since then, haha.

Star Wars:

Okay technically I'm not actively working on anything in this fandom at the moment, beyond I haven't left it so Precipice is still lurking in the background. And I do need to catch up on my Year of the OTP list from last year that I got about halfway through, so I have six more one-shots to put out at some point. Hoping to get at least one or two this month? We'll see.

Battlestar Galactica:

Iiiiii ended up outlining both of my ideas for check-in #1 because I am still Indecisive, lol. I have next week off work, so I'll see which one actually starts shaping up into being Workable before story details deadline at which point I'm Committed, lol.

(Option 1, for reference, is Percussive Maintenance, which is Sam getting his memories back due to all the head trauma in Downloaded. Option 2 is The Blood of Angry Men (possibly to be stylized all lower-case), which is a Zarek backstory/character-study piece.)

(And then The Other Battlestar is this Giant Project where Baltar ends up on Pegasus instead of Galactica)

Also need to get back to Year of the OTP for this fandom; and I really want to start posting The Other Battlestar (which may or may not get retitled? I'm not thrilled with that as a title but I haven't come up with anything better sooooo).

Other Fandoms:

Working on some AtLA stuff for pod_together, which I'm excited for. I have a lot of fun with this event usually, and it's nice to come back to one of my forever fandoms.

I'm also working on a SPN AU Outline and I'm mad about it lol.

I have been watching season 2 of Interview With the Vampire and while it is reigniting my fondness for this fandom (and my favorite murder kitten/poor little meow meow Armand. Who is kiiiiiind of getting an Adaptational Villain Upgrade but in a way that is much closer to his book personality than the way the musical did it. Don't get me wrong, I adore the musical and that version of Armand is a lot of fun, but.) ...anyway, I don't have any plans to actually Write for this fandom. At this point. We'll see.

...yeah, pretty short one this month, lol. Like I said, next week I have off so I'm hoping to get a lot done for, in particular/in order of priority:

GBB

pod_together

TOB

Year of the OTP backfill

Precipice

Other Fun Stuff, especially origfic stuff if I get around to it and/or AU Outlines (either the SPN one or a couple of BSG crossovers that I've got kicking around that might work better that way)

...so, yeah! That's me this month. What about you guys? What are you working on/what's on your minds?

[greycaelum]

Hey Grey! I was wondering what would gojo's reaction be when kouki accidentally used a cursed technique at a young age? (Hope this makes sense lol english isn't my first language WHAHAUGS)

Jujutsu Kaisen: Gojo Satoru X Reader

(Kaleidoscope Series || Clouds & Mochi Chapters ||)

[When the seal is broken, how can you divide the past, present, and future?]

[Notes and Warning: Kouki's curse technique, angst, blood, comfort. This is a 7-year-old Kouki—when he's in the normal age range to manifest curse energy and the seal Satoru placed in him broke. Word Count: 3k]

"Pardon the late reply. Your English is great! No worries.  If you mean the first time he saw curses it's in Stroll. The first time he accidentally used cursed energy without knowing is in Moonrise. And the time he used his technique is in Prompt 2 in the Events. If one is particular enough in reading through the C&M, the amount of time Kouki used his cursed energy is all over the chapters of C&M Chapters." —Grey

Glimpse

I.

"Kou can you give Mama the sc—"

"Ma, Papa was slashed by a green-eyed man."

Your mouth opened and close at the sight of your son, two stream of red on his face continuously flowing from his eyes, your knees felt as if all your energy had been siphoned and reduced you to kneel before Kouki with shaky breath and trembling hands cupping his pale cheeks contrast to the red liquid.

"What h-happen..." you can't finish the sentence and kept wiping the stream of red from your son's face. "Why are y-you crying blood?"

Your 7 years old boy wordlessly put his head on your shoulder and slowly slump forward, unmoving and cold.

II.

Satoru sat on the steel bench outside Shoko's clinic clenching and unclenching his fist as if it could relieve his anxiety. After receiving your frantic call, he came home and found you cradling Kouki's cold body with the bleeding trail of red irony liquid on his son's face.

Using his Six Eyes, he searches for the problem, and as he expected the seal placed inside Kouki's body is gone and the immense curse energy surged out of his boy's fragile body. Satoru does not want another Yuji, Yuta execution case to happen, moreover to his own son. He can only breathe in relief that the systems have changed, but that relief didn't last long a minute long.

The door opened and Shoko removed her mask. A somber look hang on the woman's tired face.

"He's sleeping for now. I healed his eyes but it will only worsen if you don't find a cure. The worst-case scenario right now, Kouki might completely lose his eyesight."

Satoru remained frozen, but his knuckles are so white and veins protrude from his clenched fists. He would give his eyes to his son in a heartbeat, but it'll only make matters worse. Satoru's eyesight with his blindfold on is compromised of darkness with the infinite number of zeroes and ones. He doesn't want any of his children to see the same world he is seeing.

"What's the cure?"

"... I also don't know," Shoko sighed.

The two of them were interrupted by loud cries, they rushed inside and saw Kouki thrashing around screaming for Satoru and you.

"Papa!!!"

"Shhh, it's okay Papa's here Kikufuku, Papa's here." Satoru envelopes his arms around his boy's small body, preventing the mochi from hurting himself. Satoru's throat constricted while he kept hushing the pitiful cries and hiccups of the boy whose eyes are covered with bandages.

"D-don't go, Papa!" Kouki whimpered between hiccups.

"I'm here Kikufuku, Papa's here." Satoru searched for his boy's hands and instantly press them over his strong beating heart as proof. "Papa's right here."

III.

Absentmindedly, you walk on the pavement of the city roadside, holding a paper bag of warm food you made for Kouki who is now resting in the Gojo Estate. Saika is with your parents with Satoru sending in his clansmen to watch over her day and night.

Satoru was slashed by a green-eyed man.

You know who your son was pertaining to. A vague memory of Satoru telling you what happened to Megumi's father and the news of Riko Amanai's assassination. It's a well-known story in the Jujutsu society, but that piece of dark past has never been spoken in your home, much more to the kids.

Was Kouki able to see a glimpse of the past?

Lost in thought you stumbled forward almost falling face flat but a hand grabbed you back.

"I'm sorry Miss! Are you okay?"

A young girl with wavy hair wearing a white shirt and brown apron helps you to your feet. She fussed over, asking you for any injuries and apologizing once again. Your eyes landed on the plaque of the shop and the beautiful varieties of flowers displayed inside the place seen through the clear window.

Fluer-de-Lis Bouquets

"Are you okay Miss? You seem to be troubled." The girl looks at you, eyes filled with worry.

"I'm fine, thank you." Smiling weakly, you apologized for bumping into her and went on your way.

"Miss, do you mind if I take a few of your minutes?" The young girl run up to you and pointed to the flower shop. "Please?"

"I'm sorry my son and husband are waiting for me, I can't really dawdle around. Maybe some other time," shaking your head, you turn but couldn't bring your feet to take a step.

"I won't be here the next time..."

You turn around, baffled by the cryptic words of the young lady who only smiled. Go... A voice in your mind whispered as you stare at the name of the shop. Soon you find yourself entering the cozy establishment. Inside, the sunrays reflected in the window seem to glow and the place seems surreal and mystifying. Small butterflies hover over the flowers, the plants are alive... With vibrant petals and beautiful leaves that seem to greet you with their pleasant colors.

"You have beautiful eyes..." The young lady murmured while busily wrapping a stem for you.

"You haven't seen my eyes yet," you replied touching the sunglasses you used to hide how puffy they are after crying. The lady smiled, shaking her head.

"I could tell. Variegated tulip proclaims beautiful eyes," the florist extended the red and white striped tulip and smiled. "Keep it, you'll need it." She steps back and waves.

"Thank you," subconsciously you stood up, dazed while holding the stem of the beautiful flower, and walk to the door, out of the mystifying shop.

"Oi-Cho, Fukui... you'll find what you're looking for there." The voice whispered but when you look back the young lady has turned her back and disappeared to the backdoor of the shop.

IV.

"Are you okay?"

Satoru frowned. He looks at you walking with eyes confused and a strange expression on your face.

"Honey?" Satoru held your elbows and only did your dazed head clear up. "Did something happen on your way here?"

"Do you know Oi-Cho, Fukui?" The words of the lady earlier kept running in your mind, followed by the bizarre message.

Satoru frowned, unsure how to answer but ended up nodding.

"I entered this strange flower shop and the florist gave me this flower, before I left she said I'll find what I'm looking for in Oi-Cho, Fukui," you reach for the chair and sit down, asking for water.

"How's Kouki?"

... Satoru fell silent, urging you to drink first.

"Shoko fixed his eyes but it will only worsen if we can't find the cure."

Satoru massaged the bridge of his nose. A headache made its presence known at the back of his head.

"He might go blind permanently if we can't find anything. Shoko doesn't know what is the cure to it."

Your stomach lurched the blood in your veins ran cold, and your heart fell from what seemed like 10,000 altitudes high. Kouki, your precious cheerful baby, losing his eyesight forever?

"I've only been to Fukui once," Satoru's face is unreadable. He knew of the strange legend passed down by tongue about a mystic mountain in that place.

"I'm going." With finality, you inhaled shakily. Betting to a 1 in 1 million chance is better than not betting at all.

"Stay with our son, he's been looking for you since this morning. I'll go."

The flower on your hand keeps bothering you along with the words of the young lady. You've seen countless strange things in this world, and the thought of the sudden encounter earlier struck you with wonder ou extended the flower. You don't surely know but the flower seems to hold importance after that sudden encounter in the flower shop.

"I'll be back."

V.

Deep in the Fukui Prefecture, there's a shrine of an ancient clan. They're the center of countless myths and legends, a family that is important to the emperor and produced several distinguished noble clans, however, through the passage of time their power and influence have waned leaving remnants of what was once the hailed prestige they had.

Satoru arrived at the temple of the Tsuchimikado Clan and asked the steward of the shrine.

"Young man, are you sure? The mountain is extremely perilous and people here believed a nine-tailed fox lives there." An old man in monk robes shook his head at Satoru.

"I'll handle it, just point the right way."

"I still advise you to turn back. But if you insist." The old man pointed to the peak of the mountain hidden by thick fog. "The shrine you're looking for is said to be in the crater of the mountain. But it's only a belief passed down in our family, no one has proven it, and several people have told us different places of the said shrine. It's sometimes seen—"

"Sometimes not," Satoru filled in the man. As a kid, he grew up studying various subjects, history and literature included. Many stories circulated around the Tsuchimikado Clan and its famous figure Abe no Seimei. When the Tsuchimikado clan lost their power they withdrew to Oi-Cho Fukui where their only and last shrine still stands. However unknown to the public there's more to that place. Somewhere around the mountain of the clan, lies a small shrine that is said to grant any wishes... However, it is sometimes seen, sometimes not... With no exact place to find it, many people who have searched got lost in the mountain trail and never came back.

Satoru thanked the monk and went on his way. One more thing about the mountain is that the moment the feet step the domain's 'threshold' it will restrict the curse energy, rendering even Satoru's Six Eyes to be completely unusable. With that kind of handicap, the jujutsu administration never dared to touch any corner of the strange mountain.

How's Kouki doing? Satoru hastened his steps, with restricted curse energy he cannot teleport and relied only on his endurance. His son was just 2 years old when his curse energy manifested. Too early for the fragile body of his young boy Satoru used the seal as a 'vessel' that will absorb Kouki's curse energy instead of letting it overflow from the child's body and attract unwanted attention from both the jujutsu clans and curses. But it seems the amulet cannot contain his son's curse energy anymore and disintegrated, leaving no trace behind.

The sun has already set and Satoru has been walking all day long, yet the peak of the mountain never came any closer, just an endless trail ahead. He's been having the nagging feeling that he's only been circling around.

The mist has already set in, and the sky has turned magenta to blue. Satoru who has not yet eaten since he came, sat under a tree and rested for a while.

Clink...

Clink...

Clink...

He was awoken by the sound of small bells clinking in airy harmonic echoes, it wasn't loud nor was it harsh. The more the bells clank the more mellifluous it was to the ears, Satoru whose eyes have been rendered to be that of a human, slid down his glasses and squinted to find the source of the sound.

Not far away, something glowing in white was walking in his direction, Satoru cannot move, his body is rendered to complete paralysis despite his eyes open.

The glowing white stopped in front of Satoru. Blinking amber eyes, blinked to the blue ones. The furry tail of the creature stands straight while meticulously observing Satoru. Its eyes landed on Satoru's chest and raise its hind paw. scratching the clothes and making a whining sound. The flower Satoru stashed inside his clothes fell off and the white creature giddily pick it up with its long mouth.

A fox... Satoru cannot be mistaken, it's a fox. But this creature only has one tail, unlike the monk's words of a nine-tailed fox living in the mountains.

After playing with the flower, the white fox, nudge Satoru and the paralysis broke off and the flower turned to silver dust and lighted the path for them. The creature walks up the trail at a gentle pace as if leading Satoru. Spirited away Satoru could only follow behind in curiosity until not less than a quarter an hour they reach a clearing... They stood on the edge of the crater, up above the night clouds. Inside the crater is a lake filled with lotus flowers, and in the center of the lake stood a floating cottage.

The fox made another whining sound and walks down the edge, looking back as if making sure Satoru is following. It tapped its paw on the water and wide water lily pads surfaced making way for them to the floating cottage.

Clink...

Clink...

Clink...

There is that bell once again.

"You have brought in a guest Inari?"

The fox beside Satoru leap to the cottage floors and went inside the room, and from the opened door Satoru saw a man sitting in the dark, petting the white fox by his side.

"Come sit, I'm afraid your journey has been tough."

Suspicious yet with not much choice there has Satoru accepted the invitation. Removing his shoes he steps into the room and sat on the cushion, facing the man. And yet, he cannot see the face.

"Although one can see the future and past, that doesn't provide them the authority to intervene in the present. Remind your son that there are things that must happen whether by will or by fate."

"Do you mean my son can see the past and future?" Satoru's mind cannot fathom how. There has never been a record of such a rare curse technique in the Gojo Clan.

The man didn't answer and instead opened a box, retrieving a large pouch, he pushed it to Satoru.

"Seeing the past and future has its price, looking into the myriad of possible future will damage both eyes and mind. Teach him to build a firm resolve and to use this instead."

Satoru opened the pouch and inside, countless crystal clear marbles shine in the dark.

"Pour in his energy and it will reflect what the fates want him to see. That way his eyes will not be damaged but this marble instead."

Clink...

Clink...

Clink...

There's the sound of the bells, the fox on the man's side stood up and walk to Satoru.

"When the time comes, you must bring your son here."

The fox's snout touched Satoru's hand and an unseen force pushed Satoru down to the void. With his curse energy still sealed away, he cannot do anything but keep on falling.

VI.

You wipe the cold cloth on Satoru's forehead. He's been sleeping for a whole day after you found him in the backyard of the Gojo Estate, unconscious and feverish. Shoko checked up on him but found nothing wrong.

"K-Kouki..." Satoru's eyes fluttered open.

"Satoru?" Your hands search for his and smile. "Kouki's sleeping on the other side," you soothe him down. Satoru's bright blue eyes blinked open and turn to the side where Kouki is sleeping near the window. "Have you seen a pouch in my pocket?"

"You mean this?" You pointed to the large pouch you put on the bedside table.

Satoru sighed in relief. He thought that he lost it while falling into that strange void. Dazed and feverish he tried sitting up and opened the pouch. Staggering, he walks to Kouki's side and picks one marble. Satoru's heart ached to see the bandages covering his son's eyes. Why does his son have to carry that burden? Can't heavens spare his young boy?

"When you wake up. Papa's going to take you and Cat to that ice cream parlor you mentioned." Satoru stroke Kouki's long hair and inserted the glistening marble into his son's hand. "Sleep well for now."

A blanket coated over Satoru's shoulders and a small pat on his back from you.

"You need to rest too, you're still slightly feverish." You guided him back to his bedside and wrung the towel dry to place it on his forehead.

"Where's Saika?"

Right on cue, the door opened and Saika sneakily tiptoed holding a glass of water. But at the sight of her awake father, her face immediately brightened, and almost stumbled to run.

"Is that for me Cat?" Satoru candidly reminds her she was holding something before she run.

"Papa!" Saika skips to Satoru's side holding out the glass. "Okay?"

"Hmmm, Papa's okay. Thank you Cat," Satoru patted his daughter's head and accepted the glass. Taking his time to drink. After, he brings his daughter up to his lap.

"Be a good girl and don't run around." Satoru brushes his finger on Saika's chubby cheeks and looks at you. "Papa has a fever, you can hug Papa more when I get better. Why don't you go and make lunch with Mama?"

Saika obediently turns to you, reaching up to be carried.

"We'll be back, rest Love." You brush Satoru's cheeks and pulled the blanket up to his shoulders.

Satoru looks over Kouki for one last time, a slight bluish taint glistening from the marble in the boy's hand.

Get well soon Kikufuku... We still have so many things to do buddy.

—GreyCaelum

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[mcyt-peach]

Ok I am dumb🙈😅

I want to request but idk who it best suits?? Like Sapnap or quackity (I think might work nicely) x streamer reader and they are talking how they got together (classic bf to lovers) but the reason would be so dumb and funny at the same time😅😂 like “yeah we were celebrating and then we kissed so we are together “

Ok if you don’t understand that that’s ok (you don’t have to write it) cuz my brain can’t understand it either 😅😂anyway have a nice day🌸

Yours 🎧anon

getting together with sapnap and quackity on stream

⋆｡˚ summary: chat's used to seeing their favorite streamer/best friend duo on screen, but they're not accustomed to the two of you kissing

⋆｡˚ pairings: cc!sapnap x gn!reader, cc!quackity x gn!reader

⋆｡˚ warnings: reader uses they/them pronouns, yelling, kissing (obvi)

⋆｡˚ note: 🎧anon I am OBSESSED with this idea, I can just imagine these two getting so hyped they forget not to express just how in love with the reader they are!!!

Sapnap

Sapnap and you always had a tradition of doing a meet up during MCC so you could practice together and rack up those sweet, sweet collab views

MCC was bound to get Sapnap hyped and his excitement was more than infectious, making you louder and louder with every successful practice

luckily enough, the two of you had been put on the same team, meaning your practice would pay off even more

the nonstop training meant Sapnap basically had to host you for the week leading up to the event, offering you his bed while he slept on the couch

finally, it was time to compete

Sapnap and you were both completely focused on the match and could communicate without having mics on, giving you a bit of an advantage, but shhh don’t tell anyone

the last game between your team and victory was dodgebolt and you put all your trust in Sap when you were eliminated halfway through the game

his last shot flew through the air, hit the other player and your screen lit up with a crown and congratulations from your chat

Sapnap was shouting and you were flying out of your seat to wrap him in a hug

before either of you could stop yourselves, Sapnaps was cradling your face and kissing you with way too much passion to just be spur of the moment

chat was lucky enough to see the kiss from both you and Sap’s cams, which were turned off seconds after

P.S. Sapnap didn’t sleep on the couch that night

Quackity

Quackity had been running a massive subathon that lasted the greater part of a week, hosting friends and planning events to gain viewers and subs

you were one of the last people to join his stream, in person, due to your status as his all-time best friend forever

he was completely wired, running off energy drinks and food he had ordered from doordash, so your presence was a breath of fresh air

while he was still glued to his stream, you were able to cook some real food for him, trying to up his energy without making him rely on monster or some other drink chock full of caffeine

but eventually you started to nod off beside him, so while he was still playing a game and talking to chat, you let him know you were going to bed

maybe it was how tired he was, maybe it was the fact that you looked so cute when you were sleepy, but he only leaned over and kissed you, turning back to his screen and saying goodnight

you shuffled out of the room in your tired daze, closing the door behind you, only to realize what happened and throw the door open again

“Did you just kiss me?”

Quackity’s mouth is hanging open as he glances between you and chat, “I don’t know!”

“WHY DID YOU KISS ME?!”

“I DON’T KNOW!!”

while you and Quackity are at a loss for words, his viewers certainly are not

Quackity tries to do damage control by pausing his subathon for the first time all week, but hey, chat got a new streamer power couple by the end of it, so...

[foreverinlovewithyousworld]

Hello!

I'm starting House M.D and I love him and Wilson together, so I made a little fic (or shot if you will) about them. It goes around season 2 of the show. Hope you like it!

Wilson woke up from a very vivid dream. It took him a minute to gather where he was. It was House’s couch. The headache hit him like a ton of bricks, the light from the outside hurt his eyes. 

“Finally, the sleeping beauty has woken up, I was worried that I might had to kiss you because you’ve been sleeping for 12 hours”

Wilson, freak out checked his arm watch. It was 2 p.m. He put aside a blanket that he didn’t remembered grabbing; just to see that he didn’t have any pants on.

“House…where are my...”

“Just so you know, you did arrive with them on, you only took them off after I put on that little Richie record on and danced to Long Tall Sally” House blurted while giving him a cup of coffee. 

Wilson begun to have some memories from last night event. After leaving House with Stacy at the hospital, guilt had swarm him over and decided to go for a drink. But a drink turned into tree, and then four, and so on. A feeling of sorrow drive him to get blacked out drunk, he felt guilty because he couldn’t come clean to House about his true feelings. About their own relationship, his jealousy he felt towards Stacy. He didn’t comprehend why House wanted to get back with her, after all the damage, all the sleepless nights he spend with House, to try make him feel better. He felt a little betrayed by House for choosing her over him.

“Aren’t you going to ask me what happened with Stacy?”

“What happened with Stacy?” Wilson said with a monotonous tone

“She is going to move out, with him”

Wilson’s heart sunk. Even if it wasn’t House choice, they wouldn’t be back together again, Wilson smirked a little. 

“House”

“Yep?”

“I need to tell you something”

“Are you going to say that you love me and that I was making a terrible mistake by wanting to be with Stacy? I already know it, don’t’ worry”

Wilson spit out his coffee and, while he was coughing, House grab him a napkin.

“Before you arrived, you left me a message in my machine, you want to hear it?”

“Oh god please no”

“Let’s hear it anyways” House grabbed his cane, and with it he presses the play bottom. 

“Houseeeeeee, house, house, houseeeeeeeeyyyy, listen to me ok? Are you listening?  You are making a bad choice House, am telling you, and am the one who’s been married three times, could you give me another?” Wilson burped 

The background noise told him that he was still in the bar when he called House.

“Please, House, stop it”

“Shhhh, shhh this is my favorite part” House answered while the message continued

“Oh… where was I? yeah you and Stacy could never work, you are an arrogant, selfish son of a bitch and she left you for it. You know what was the longest relationship you ever had? With me. I put up with all your crap because of a simple reason. I love you. Ok? I loooooooove you, I said it. And you are also the longest relationship I ever had. Why don’t we make it official and go to Las Vegas to get married? We can have Chase as a flower girl…boy…whatever. And have Cuddy as a witness, Cuddy is amazing you know? Well, this is all I wanted to tell you...also it’s 3 am and maybe you are sleep, so I’m going to go and tell you this in person, wait for me. Hey, could you give me the check?” The message had finished.

Wilson felt all the blood going to his head. He couldn’t believe that he told, who could be the love of his life, all his feelings while being blacked out drunk. He thought that he was better than that. 

“When you arrived, you forgot the real reason why you came here for, you told me that you gave my address instead of yours to your taxicab, because you forgot where you live and I believed you, because of your drunkenness.  I only listened to this message after 10 am” House gave a sip to his coffee.

“I... I don’t know what to say” said Wilson, while being visibly flustered 

“You said everything in the message. I do have a cellphone; you know? It could have been more romantic. You, waking me up in the middle of the night just to pour your heart out to me, almost modern age Shakespearian…Do you really mean all of that?”

“Yes” Wilson, almost for the first time in his life was left speechless- “Well, maybe not the getting married in Las Vegas, but apart from that, I did mean it”

“Too bad. I was already picking out a very nice tuxedo, also a very nice touch having Chase as a flower boy, but I always thought of him as a very cute golden retriever, the hair gives it away, maybe we could have him go to the altar in all four legs, its Las Vegas, they have seen weirder stuff”

“Do you?” Wilson asked 

“Maybe…” House replied “Someday I mean…Wilson, we haven’t even kiss yet”

“You did try to remember? In that news’s year’s eve party at Cuddy’s, you said It was very unlucky to start the year without a kiss”

“And you refused it, and now you are divorced for the third time, and I had an affair with a married woman that left me, I was right” 

The room was left in silence. House grabbed the Tv remote to put some background noise and break it.

“I mean, it could work out. As you said, you put with my crap, I put out with yours. No one is better for me than you” House said while surfing for a channel 

“Would you like to go on a date with me?” Wilson said finally 

“I thought that you never ask...oh look the O.C. is on” answered while putting the remote next to him

House hand was next to Wilson’s. He made the first move and grabbed his pinky. Even though that Wilson still had a massive headache, the comfort of House’s hand gave him happiness. After all these years, all it took him was alcohol and an answering machine to be able to express his repressed feelings over House. The anxiety, and the burden of this secret was finally lift of his shoulders. 

“Do we tell Cuddy?” Wilson added

“Let her figure out” House exclaimed “Maybe we could make out in the halls, make her see us, and when she asks us about it we could deny everything, it’s going to be so fun watching go nuts over us” House exclaimed

In all his three marriages, Wilson had never felt so at home than with House. No matter where they were. It had never occurred to him that House might felt the same way as him. He was his, and no one could ever take away from him.