#we held hand on his bed for like the whole evening. it was honestly very funny in hindsight but we were extremely earnest in the moment

[b4kuch1n]

tdov was like a week ago already but I just wanna say when I came over to vacation slash help my sworn brother move flat he told me, "ever since you said you wanted to get top surgery I've been thinking about it. it's straight up number two on my bucket list"

[gay-dorito-dust]

Either college or old man Ford being with someone who, even after all the years theyve spent together, still looks at them like a lovesick puppy

like theyre blushing and getting flustered when he rests his hands on their waist or doing normal couple stuff, etc.

it's like their mind still doesn't register that they're together and instead, to cope, just proceeded to have the most down bad crush on their HUSBAND

(like that one reddit post LMAOO)

You knew that you were staring but you didn’t care, and you knew that Ford knew that you were staring and yet you didn’t care when the finest man in existence was before you and was also your husband?!

You still found it impossible to come to terms that this silver fox was yours forever and always, you still get flustered when he compliments you and your bed head, even more so when he cups your cheeks in his hands and kisses your forehead.

You really shouldn’t be this badly affected after being with Ford for so long, but you couldn’t help it! Your husband was hot and you’d be blind to not take time out of your day to stare at him, shamelessly admiring his aging face and silver fluffy hair that looked like storm clouds! It was unfair that Ford looked so effortlessly beautiful no matter what he did that it left you swooning and pining after him like a lovesick fool, you’d find yourself asking if he was single…

Only to remember that you were married to him and got to see him be so effortlessly handsome every damn day of your life and you end up smiling stupidly.

‘You alright my love?’ Ford asked and you internally squealed like a little girl.

‘I am just perfectly fine my dear, just admiring my beautiful and talented and smart husband is all.’ You admitted also sheepishly as though you were confessing to him all over again as you felt the best rush to your cheeks and tips of your ears.

Ford smiled softly as he walked over to you and held your face in his hands, feeling the warmth radiation off of your cheeks as he caressed them; After all this time together Ford was aware of the fact he still held some power over you and he couldn’t help but feel flattered at how little had changed from then to now.

It was charming and sweet and kind of you to still look at him through the lens you did since your time at college together, he didn’t feel like he deserved it, but he knew that feeling would fade the moment he looked into your eyes and saw the abundance of love you held for him was still thriving and very much alive.

‘That is very sweet of you my dear,’ Ford said softly as he kissed your forehead, ‘you truly enlighten me with your love and affection that I can not thank you enough for marrying this old fool.’ He chuckled as he saw your eyes widened as though you still weren’t accustomed to the reality that you two were indeed married and have been for the past two months. Ford often wondered what what off in that head of yours but from the look within your eyes, he already knew his answer and couldn’t help but find it endearing.

‘I’d be the fool if I didn’t marry you Ford, even a bigger fool if I didn’t say anything back in college. I think I’d fight myself if i didn’t.’ You admitted as you thought of an alternate universe where you didn’t spill your guts to Ford back in college, you honestly didn’t want to think of where your life would’ve been like had you not married Ford as you were certain it was one full of regret and longing for what could’ve been. So you thanked god every night as you cuddled up to him in your shared bed that you got to live in a reality where you got Ford to be yous in every aspect possible.

Ford chuckled. ‘I highly doubt there is one where we don’t end up together my darling, and trust me I’ve been through the entire multiverse for the past thirty years.’ His eyes then soften as he rests his forehead against yours, causing your whole body to heat up at the action as you found yourself melting into him and his warmth. ‘I’m just happy that you were willing to wait so long for me. So, so happy.’ He adds in a whisper.

You nudged his noses with yours, flighting off the butterflies that were now within your stomach and running rampant at his words alone. ‘I would’ve waited far longer if needed just to see you home safe and sound.’ You told him as you kissed his nose and cheeks softly, happy to be in his arms and breath him in, content in knowing that he was here and that he was real unlike the dreams you had in the past. ‘So don’t thank me for doing something I would’ve done ten times over. You deserve as such Ford.’ You add as you pecked him lightly on the lips reassuringly.

‘Still I must thank my adorning wife/husband/spouse for being by my side when they had every right to walk away.’ Ford said as he tugged you closer to his chest, just innocently holding you in his arms lovingly but yet you couldn’t help but feel your heart hammer in your chest at being so close with him as you burrowed your face into his heck.

‘Your wife/husband/spouse is just happy to see you home where you’d belong with your family.’ You murmured again his red turtleneck, holding his waist tightly as you indulged in his comforting scent, something you loved about him that rivalled your love for his six fingers.

‘And I’m happy that I get the opportunity to call you my wife/husband/spouse.’ Ford admits as he kisses the top of your head before nuzzling his face into your neck, pressing a tender kiss there which made your breath hitch in your throat. ‘I love you my darling, so, so much.’ He whispers as though it was something that would only be shared between the two of you, like no one else is allowed to hear such talk between lovers and soulmates.

Your love for Ford was insurmountable, no words could properly describe just how much you love this man that you were more then willing to rip heaven and hell for, to rip through time and space just to see him home safe, anything if it meant seeing a man as sweet and loving as him smile that adorable smile of his in your direction.

You needed Ford like you needed air to breathe, water to drink and food to eat. Ford was a necessity for your survival and you weren’t going to let him go ever again, for you didn’t know how you’d be able to cope without him again.

Sure you might still have an embarrassingly massive crush on your husband, and become flustered every time he held your hand, kissed your forehead or even looked at you lovingly but you weren’t ashamed of it as it just meant that you were that your love rang true even after so long. If anything it meant that your love was stronger then most that fizzle out after a certain period of time, and yet you couldn’t help but smile stupidly and look away whether Ford complimented you or engulfed your hand with his own.

Ford was your best friend, husband and your crush all at the same time and you were more then happy to have finally gotten your happy ending with him, all the while staying perpetually in love with him regardless of the passage of time because Ford was so much more then your husband but he was massive part of yourself that you couldn’t live without nor intend to.

‘I love you so much my beloved Ford.’ You said as you rested your eyes and listened in on his strong heartbeat that told you he was alive as he held you tighter. ‘So very, very much.’

‘Then I hope you keep loving me for a long time.’ Ford confessed as he kissed your neck some more.

‘And I’ll promise to love you for an even longer amount of time after that.’ You admit as you moved your neck so that he’d have more access as you clutched onto him, smiling dopey as you felt as though you were on cloud nine within your husbands arms, blissed out of your mind as it ran rampant with ideas for the rest of your shared lives together.

[alwaysanundertone]

Day 2: food play | wolfstar

smut

TW: NSFW oral (fem receiving), fingering

You just came back from your date in Hogsmade, Remus was carrying a heavy bag full of candies, while Sirius held your hand. You didn’t quite understand why they decided to buy so many candies, but you thought it only made sense: it was Halloween season, there wasn’t such thing as too much sugar.

Once at their dormitory, you sprawled on their bed, while they locked the door. Soon, they were on the bed, one of them on either side of you.

"You look gorgeous, love" Remus was gazing into your eyes, making you blush slightly. Sirius trailed his hand slowly on your arm, then brushing his fingertips over the exposed skin below your navel, making you squirm: you couldn't help it, when you were near them, you always felt a deep rooted need.

You saw them exchanging a knowing look, before casting a silencing spell.

"Now love, are you going to be a good girl for us and undress?"

You nodded, slightly confused: they usually started off slowly, but you didn't mind them ordering you around, it was quite hot honestly.

You obeyed, unbottoning your jeans and taking off your shirt. You felt slightly exposed, they were dressed while you laid there in your panties and bra: you had to resist the urge to cover yourself.

"You look like an angel"

"Me and Remus had an idea" Sirius cut him off, getting up to pick up a pack of his favourite gummies and one of chocolates.He looked at you with a devilish grin "Now, love, you will stay very still for us, and we will make you feel so good" You nodded frantically.

Remus picked up the bag of chocolates, opening it with his teeth. He then proceeded to work on the front clasp of your bra, exposing your breasts.

"So beautiful" You blushed, waiting for their next move. The fact that you didn’t have a clue on their plans made you even more aroused, the power dynamic making you nearly feverish with need.

Remus started to position the sweet treats all around your nipples and in the valley between your breasts. Every touch made you want to squirm, but you knew that you couldn't, they said to stay put.

Sirius covered the line from your breasts to your mound in candies. "We thought of a little game. We’re going to play with you, but if you let even one of these candies fall, your orgasm will be denied, so stay put, do you understand?"

"Yes, yes I understand"

Sirius fingertips grazed your clit slightly: you knew he was testing the waters, wanting to know how much you were willing to obey. You stayed still, even though your body begged to squirm, you didn't.

He then put a little more pressure on it, while Remus started to suck on the chocolate right next to your left nipple, then dragging it on your chest, writing an "R" on it. Every touch seemed to be amplified; the soft texture of the gummies being dragged on your sensitive skin made you feel on fire.

Sirius lowered his head on the candy right above your most sensitive area and sucked on it. Then, slowly, he dragged it right on your clit, applying even more pressure.

You knew you couldn’t move, and you hated them for this, because they knew how responsive you were to their touch. You’ve always hated being restrained, but now you wish you were, that way you wouldn’t be thinking about staying still and actually enjoy their touches.

“Now love, you seem a little distracted, we should do something about it” Remus then started teasing and sucking your right nipple, his other hand now pinching the other one. He knew how sensitive you were. He stopped to chew on the chocolate, winking down at you, then resuming to kiss your skin.

Meanwhile, Sirius had lowered his head on your core, and was beginning to suck on your clit, while his index finger teased your whole slightly.

If they kept this up, you were sure you were bound to come soon, the stimulation being nearly overwhelming.

“I’m… Sirius”

“Aw, you’re about to come already, love?” As soon as the words were out of his mouth, they both stopped touching you altogether, making you whine desperately. “Remi, she tastes sweeter than usual, you should really try”

Remus reached for Sirius collar, and they started to make out right above you, the sight of them together so hot, you thought you might come by just watching them.

After a while, they finally went back to focusing on you, switching positions. “Angel, you were so good  for  us, we’ll let you come now”

Remus started sucking your clit, while Sirius entered you with one of his fingers, and you soon felt the orgasm nearing, they sensed it. “Let go for us, love. You’ve been such a good  girl, listening  to us. Come for us, angel”

And you did, Sirius kissing you while they both worked you through it, stopping when you clearly got overstimulated.

As soon as you got your breath under control, you opened your eyes. "Wow, that was-"

"We know, we're the best boyfriends ever, you got so lucky, yada yada, now come here, we're going to have hot shower sex" Sirius picked you up, throwing you on his shoulder, taking off for the bathroom.

tags: @sxmnc @peterparkerspersonalplaything @riaaavm @iamawkwardandshy @eeviee4 @mysterialee @famouscrusadeluminary @el1smells @rishofkf @mooonyxoxo @happymaeday @yourfiendlyneighbourspiderman @whyshouldihaveanam3 @amazing-bobinsky

[waughymommy]

MOMMY KNOWS BEST

Chapter 8

Rebecca stirred as Brian was in the shower. It was now late afternoon. She instinctively knew that he was going to pull back again. He was going to try and reassert control. He was so damn stubborn. Throughout their marriage, anytime she tried to coddle when he was sick or feeling down, he tried to act the tough guy. But in bed, he seemed to melt anytime she held him close or ran her fingers through his hair. It was like he let out a long exhale and allowed himself to be truly loved by her. She had always had her suspicions about his secret. She had spent years trying to get him to open up, but he always demurred. Rebecca had always felt a very maternal instinct and in her heart knew that Brian needed permission to be himself, but that required him to be honest with himself.

 Over the years that maternal instinct kicked in while they were intimate. She had started presenting her breast to him and asked him to suckle. He did so very eagerly. She could sense how much he enjoyed it when he let his guard down. Once she even called herself mommy while he suckled, asking him if liked mommy’s milk. His cheeks turned bright red, but he didn’t stop sucking. She tried talking about it later with him to see if he enjoyed it, but again he pulled away. She knew he struggled with feeling masculine in bed as he was not the most well endowed man she had ever seen. It had been a source of tension at times in their marriage. There had been numerous nights where his frustration resulted in tears. He said that he wished he could better satisfy her in bed, but that his size must make him unappealing to her. She didn’t need a big, strong man in the bedroom. She just wanted him to be happy.

Brian heard his wife enter the bathroom as he showered. Rebecca let her clothing fall to the ground as she joined her husband in the shower. “Hey there sexy,” Brian said flirtatiously. She wrapped her arms around him and gave a quick kiss on the lips.

“Did my baby have a good nap?” she asked in her sweet, maternal tone. Brian had hoped that she would just let this whole thing end. She had her fun, but it was time to stop.

“It was fine babe, but can we just stop the whole baby thing now?” he said pensively, even physically pulling back from her. But she had no intention of relinquishing control now. She grabbed his crotch firmly, but just strong enough to give him a warning. “Do you remember the other evening when I asked you if I wanted you to be my baby?” she said like a stern mother. “I didn’t ask would you like to be my baby whenever it suits you, did I?” Brian’s eyes grew wide. He had never seen her like this ever in their ten years of marriage. Sure she had been mad before, but this was different. He looked down at her hand clenched around his genitalia. He honestly felt a bit scared.

“No,” he squeaked. He was even taken aback that his voice seemed slightly higher pitched. “No what,” she asked, not breaking eye contact. “No…mommy.”

“That righty my good boy,” as her grip softened a bit. “Now, I want to make this a clear and easy to understand as possible. You agreed to by my baby and a baby I shall have. I am in charge. Babies have no say. And babies that break mommy’s rules get spanked. You don’t want another one, do you?” she asked with a devious smile.

Brian felt absolutely defeated and the tears started falling. Rebecca’s stern demeanor faded to maternal care instantly. She let go and she wrapped her arms around him, pulling his head to rest on her shoulder. “It’s ok sweetheart. I know this is all confusing for my baby, its going to be ok. Mommy will never leave you and I will always take care of you. Have you washed up yet?” With his face still nestled in her shoulder, he shook his head no.

“That’s ok, let mommy help,” she said. She grabbed a wash cloth and lathered it with soap. She began to lovingly wash him, paying close attention to his crotch and his behind, “I just want to make sure my baby is clean. Can you lift your arms sweetheart?”

Brian could help the giggle that escaped his lips as she washed his armpits. “Is my baby ticklish,” she grinned and proceeded to blow a raspberry on his belly. “Ok, all done. Let’s hop out.” She grabbed a towel and dried him and instructed him to go wait on the bed for her. She finished drying herself off and got dressed. Brian sat on the bed, his brain cycling between infantile joy and total embarrassment. The emotions were just too much and curled into the fetal position and sobbed.

Rebecca laid down next to him and softly rubbed his back. “I am here to talk if you need to.” Brian tried to catch his breath.

“I’m so, so sorry. I wish this wasn’t me. I have been tormented by these feelings for so many years. I can’t explain why being a baby makes me feel so good. But then I’m overcome with shame and embarrassment and I thought that if you ever found out about it, you would instantly leave me. I wish that I could just get rid of these childish fantasies and just grow up. That way I can be a better husband to you. You must be so ashamed of me,” his sobs grew louder again. “But I can’t. I’ve had these feelings since I was a teenager. When we first met and in the first few years of our marriage those feelings dissipated a bit. I thought I could overcome this. But it came back even stronger than before. I have worn diapers off and on for the last five years. However, I always purged all of my things when that feeling of disgust took hold. And this last time, I was wrestling again on whether to thrown everything out again. I don’t know, maybe I wanted you to find it? All I know is that I can’t get rid of these feelings. And now look at me. I’ve wet myself twice in two days and I find myself missing my binky when I don’t have it. I can’t help it. I’m just a pathetic little baby who needs his mommy.” The tears continued to flow, but it did feel as if a weight was lifted off of him.

            She pulled his face up so that he could look at her face to face. “Brian, you’re secret is out. I’ve know for a long time that you were hiding something from me. I can assure you with all my heart that I love you, I respect you, and I cherish you. Finding out that you want to be a baby doesn’t make me think any less of you. In fact, I think I love you even more, if that’s even possible. The vulnerability that you have shown me that last 48 hours makes my heart melt. Brian Sullivan is perfect just the way he is. You have no reason to feel shame or embarrassment. I want with all my heart and soul to baby you and I want more than anything for you to come to enjoy it rather than fight it. I know it’s hard to overcome those feelings overnight, but I promise you that if you let go and let me take care of you, that you will better than you have ever before. I know you are such a hard worker. You have given me a wonderful life and wonderful home. You did it all on your own. You have always encouraged me and supported my dreams. Its my turn now to return that. Do you trust me Brian?”

            He lifted his gaze to look right into her eyes. He didn’t know why he had waited so long to tell her. “Yes mommy,” he said.

            She flashed that beautiful smile, “I’m so glad. Now, wipe away those tears.”

[portagas-chan]

Yours Forever and Ever : Part 2

Yandere Katakuri x Isekai Reader

Things to note: Angst, Manipulative Behavior - where Katakuri gaslights [Y/n] and guilt-trips her.

Part 3: https://www.tumblr.com/portagas-chan/750092733174169600/yours-forever-and-ever-part-3

Much to her surprise, Katakuri has been very nice to her. His behavior towards her was like a slap to her face when she compared it to the possible worst-case scenarios she had of him. It's not like she was complaining though.

"Are you bored?"

Katakuri's voice snapped her out of her daze. She was sitting on the edge of his bed and was daydreaming. Katakuri sat on what seemed like his working desk, writing something. It probably has something to do with the wedding preparations.

"Kind of?" [Y/n] tilted her head.

Katakuri looked at her before dropping his quill pen and walking towards her. The bed shifted a little when he sat beside her.

"I've been wanting to ask you something," Katakuri started. [Y/n] stared at him silently, waiting for him to continue. "How do you feel about this whole thing?"

"Which one? Being kidnapped and held as a hostage or my friend's wedding with your sister?"

"Everything," Katakuri answered.

"Sure, this whole thing was unexpected but I'm not bothered at all," She shrugged.

"And why is that?"

"Well, when you have someone like Luffy as your captain, crazy things always happen which is normal. Plus, I have faith in Luffy. I know we will always find a way out of difficult situations," Katakuri noticed how her lips curled up into a soft smile, how her eyes looked innocent and overall, a gentle expression she has on her face.

Katakuri was jealous of Luffy. He didn't like how she was so devoted to Luffy. How much she trusted him and her loyalty towards him. What does that damn straw hat has that he doesn't? What should he do to make her act the same towards him? He didn't know but one thing for sure, no matter what, he would never let go of her.

Katakuri hesitated to ask but did it anyway, "Does that mean... you will leave me?"

[Y/n] paused not knowing what to say. Katakuri had been sweet to her. He was kind and she felt grateful towards him but staying here forever? She couldn't see that happening. She didn't mind visiting him occasionally but being stuck in a place forever? Joining a crew as worse as the Big Mom pirates? Yeah, no.

Katakuri was such a sweetheart and a good friend of hers. He'd probably be happy if she accepted his offer to join his crew but that was only him and maybe Brulee too but the others? She'd probably spend the rest of her life being bullied by them whenever Katakuri wasn't around.

"[Y/n]?" Katakuri called her. She looked at him in the eyes and sighed, "Katakuri, you're a very nice person and I'm thankful for that. I honestly don't know what would have happened to me if your siblings were the ones I'd be held hostage by."

Katakuri smiled under his scarf, "It's not a problem at all."

"But I don't think I can abandon my crew for something like that," [Y/n] didn't dare to look at him in the eyes. She knew Katakuri would be upset.

"Am I not important to you?" His voice was cold and there was a hint of sadness behind it.

"You are!" She quickly denied him. "It's just.. you know, I don't know how to explain it but I will come by and visit you often," She tried to reassure him but it didn't help. Katakuri was still gloomy.

[Y/n] was met with silence. Katakuri didn't even look at her. He just stared into space not saying anything which worried her. She placed her hand on his and squeezed it lightly, "Katakuri? I'm sorry. I'm sorry, okay? I wish we met under different circumstances."

"I don't want that," Katakuri mumbled but [Y/n] couldn't make out what he said.

"Come again?"

Katakuri slowly took off his scarf, dropping it on the floor. He finally faced [Y/n] but this time his whole face was exposed, allowing her to see his expression.

When she saw her face, it shocked her. His mouth turned downwards, frowning. His eyebrows knitted together and his eyes reflected desperation, frustration, and sadness. [Y/n] had never seen Katakuri like this. The only time she had seen him with this kind of expression was when he was younger and Brulee got hurt.

"I don't want that, [Y/n]!" He hugged her. "Please don't leave me."

[Y/n] didn't know what to say. Why was Katakuri acting like this? She couldn't think of any other reason but one. He liked her but why? They haven't known each other for long. Was it love at first sight? No, that was absurd and out of character for him.

[Y/n] remembered something and wanted to make sure what she thought was right. She pushed Katakuri away and looked at him.

"Why did you take off your scarf?"

Katakuri was taken aback by her sudden question.

"You never took it off so I assume that it's your biggest insecurity," She continued. "So, why?"

Katakuri sighed, "Because I trusted you. I had a feeling you wouldn't judge me." Well, he wasn't wrong but he literally killed people if they saw him like this even if it was unintentional, and yet here he was, taking it off and showing his weakness to her willingly.

So, she was right. Katakuri liked her but what about her? She didn't know how to feel about this. She knew about Katakuri but never got to know him personally.

"Or am I wrong? Do you hate me now because I look like this?" Katakuri said which made her stare at him in disbelief. "What? No! Are you kidding me?"

Katakuri smiled, tucking her hair behind her ear, "Then, I don't see the problem here."

[Y/n] avoided his eyes and sighed, "No, you are not getting it, Katakuri. I can't just abandon my crew. I have friends out there and I can't leave them like-"

Katakuri cut her off with a groan, "It's always about your crew. What about me? Do you not care about me? Then all those words you said were just words that meant nothing. You're lying to me, [Y/n]."

"No, Katakuri, that's not what I meant," But she was cut off by the knocks from a servant.

"Katakuri-sama? Mama would like to see you," He said before leaving.

"It's okay, you can stop pretending to care. It hurts more if you act like you care. I would prefer if you didn't and just be honest with me," Katakuri said as he got up from the bed and put on his scarf.

He started to walk away but [Y/n] immediately followed him.

"Wait, no! You've got it all wrong!" She grabbed his arm to stop him but Katakuri shook it off. With his strength, [Y/n] fell onto the ground and yelped in pain.

Katakuri looked at her and for a moment, he felt bad for hurting her. It wasn't his intention to hurt her and never will he hurt her. He walked back to her and crouched down.

He took her wrists in his hand and destroyed those cuffs. [Y/n] closed her eyes waiting for the explosion but it never came. She opened her eyes and was met with Katakuri's cold ones.

"It was just a fake to scare you off."

[Y/n] looked at her now free hands and looked back at Katakuri.

"You're free now. You can run back to your crew that you love so much and leave me behind," Katakuri said making her feel a pang of guilt.

[Y/n] didn't move an inch. She stayed in the same position.

"What's stopping you, [Y/n]? I don't matter to you and nothing is holding you back so what's stopping you?" Katakuri repeated before standing up and turning around to leave.

"Katakuri! There's been a misunderstanding. Please, hear me out!" [Y/n] pleaded but Katakuri ignored her pleas slamming the door in her face.

"Katakuri..." [Y/n] whispered sadly.

[Y/n] felt guilty. Had she gone too far with rejecting him? But it was all too sudden for her and she didn't know what to do. She didn't know Katakuri was feeling like that.

She felt like crap. She felt like a horrible person. She didn't want to leave her crew. She had stayed with them for a long time and grew fond of them but she didn't want to leave Katakuri too. Especially, now that she knows he felt hurt and betrayed by her.

[Y/n] didn't know what was the right decision to make.

Should she stay?

[starb3rrys]

I just saw Sleeping Together Hcs and AHGZICZGFI, so I'd like to request a part 2 with Jouno and anyone else you like to add if you want to. Bc the first is SOOO CUTEEEE >.<

Hello!! Ah- I am so happy to hear you found my "When Night Falls" Hc's cute. I would be delighted to write your request, hope you enjoy!!

✮꙳ 𓂃 𓂂𓏸✮꙳ 𓂃 𓂂𓏸✮꙳ 𓂃 𓂂𓏸✮꙳ 𓂃 𓂂𓏸✮꙳ 𓂃 𓂂𓏸✮꙳ 𓂃 𓂂𓏸✮

When Night Falls ✩Part 2✩

Ft. Jouno, Dazai, Fyodor || Part One

✮꙳ 𓂃 𓂂𓏸✮꙳ 𓂃 𓂂𓏸✮꙳ 𓂃 𓂂𓏸✮꙳ 𓂃 𓂂𓏸✮꙳ 𓂃 𓂂𓏸✮꙳ 𓂃 𓂂𓏸✮

Jouno

Sleeping with Jouno is honestly pretty complex.

Considering Jouno's senses are heightened, I do believe he gets sensory overload when he sleeps with someone else or something he doesn't recognize.

Things like your hair touching his chest, your quiet snoring, the heat radiating off your body can make him feel overwhelmed.

Taking that into consideration, Jouno isn't much of a cuddly person.

He doesn't want to make it seem as if he doesn't love you or like having you around.

Hence why rather than a full cuddle, he just places his arm or leg on or around you.

Its like a way to reassure you he's here and wants to be near you while not being overwhelmed by the feeling yk?

He is honestly a pretty peaceful sleeper, although sadly- he is a very light sleeper.

Meaning any sound, or movement makes him either wake up or alert. (Your light snoring kept him up the first time y'all slept together, but now its like a white noise, weirdly comforting to him now).

Good luck trying to sneak out of bed in the middle of the night.

"Where are you going?"

"Uh- The bathroom?"

"Hm...alright, try not to pee so loud--It keeps me up."

"HOW CAN I CONTROL THAT?!"

Dazai

Sleeping with Dazai is comfortable.

Despite what people may think of Dazai, he isn't overly clingy.

Sure, there are nights when he just wants to be smothered in love and affection but it's usually once every blue moon.

He respects the fact you both need space and hates the feeling of being overwhelmed in a situation that is supposed to be comfy and delicate.

Between you two, its much less cuddling and more of just holding each other.

Lose hands rest on your body as quiet snores fill the room, you both lay in bed enjoying each others presence. (Nothing too tight or restricting).

Dazai tends to always be the one holding rather than being held.

He likes being able to let go or scoot away if the heat gets too overwhelming or adjust if he feels uncomfortable in his current sleeping position.

Dazai is a pretty heavy sleeper, you could really sneak out of bed at night and he would just continue snoring.

In addition, he tends to move around quite a bit; rolling over, scooting away, shifting around- etc.

"Sorry, its getting a bit hot let me just...there we go."

"Dazai- this is the fourth time you've moved."

"OKAY! I promise this is the last time."

"..."

"I have to pee-."

Fyodor

Sleeping with Fyodor was honestly a whole process.

Firstly, you had to practically beg and attempt to convince him to even consider sleeping in the same bed with you at least for one night. (He's such a bitch. I love him.)

Listen- He may love you, but it will take a while to actually get him to be vulnerable around you, especially being unconscious around you.

Once you get past the 4 month long process, we get to the actual good stuff.

The first night you two slept together, Fyodor stayed on his side of the bed, not really moving nor cuddling you--just kinda there. (It was really awkward)

But over time--after realizing that you really mean no harm and just want to sleep next to him--he will actually start to relax and allow himself to be vulnerable.

Fyodor is a very light sleeper as well as a quiet sleeper, rarely ever shifts around.

Once he chooses a sleeping position for the night, he sticks to it.

Fyodor is an occasional cuddler, to be more precise, he only cuddles when he needs to warm up.

Warmth is a big thing for Fyodor, considering he is Anemic, cuddles and warm covers help him alleviate and rest better.

Your warmth helps keep his cold body heated which he appreciates greatly and sees as an advantage.

Although, if the heat from your body and the covers becomes too much, he will quickly move away from you and sleep on his side of the bed.

The next morning, make sure he gets up SLOWLY! or he will fall over and crack his neck.

"So, how did you sleep last night?"

"It was...quite pleasant, although your warmth mixed with the covers warmth got me a bit overheated."

"Is that why you nearly kicked me out of bed?-"

✮꙳ 𓂃 𓂂𓏸✮꙳ 𓂃 𓂂𓏸✮꙳ 𓂃 𓂂𓏸✮꙳ 𓂃 𓂂𓏸✮꙳ 𓂃 𓂂𓏸✮꙳ 𓂃 𓂂𓏸✮

These Head-cannons are so cute, I love being able to write things like these!! Honestly, I was searching up cuddling positions just for the funnies :) I asked my friend for help since I had huge writers block- (ILY) Anyways, Love ya! <3

[dreamwritesimagines]

Garden of Secrets [38] - Gladiolus

A.N: Thank you so much for your wonderful feedback and support my loves, it made my whole week, you’re amazing!❤ I hope you’ll like this chapter as well, and please don’t forget to tell me what you think, thank you! ❤

Summary: Strength builds in time.

Warnings: Regency era society and social rules, some gender specific language and terms, mentions of sex, mentions of threat.

Word Count: 3100

Series Masterlist

Alright then.

Perhaps you owed Benedict an apology.

Ever since you had walked in on him and Madame Delacroix right after their escapade at her shop, you hadn’t stopped reminding him of his very frequent adventures with different ladies in the ton but in your defense, you had no idea the act was this…

Pleasurable.

Divine, even.

Yet, it raised one simple issue; the marriage bliss kept you too busy to pay attention to anything else. Honestly it didn’t feel like an issue at all to you -or to Benedict you were guessing- but you had lost the complete track of time in the last couple of days and you had to force yourself to think straight.

You put your shift on and walked to grab your dressing gown, your body aching in the most pleasant way and you bit down a smile as the memory of last night flashed through your mind, but then heard Benedict taking a deep breath, rising from his deep slumber.

“Y/N?” he asked, his voice hoarse from sleep and you looked over your shoulder, the sight making your heart skip a beat. He looked absolutely gorgeous, his hair all messy while he ran a hand over his glimmering blue eyes, the sunlight falling on his chiseled chest. You could feel the familiar desire sending sparks through your system but forced yourself to focus, shaking your head slightly.

“Good morning,” you said, dragging your gaze away from him to look around the room for the items of clothing of yours that Benedict had thrown around the room in his haste to get you out of them. “Did I wake you up?”

“No—what are you doing?”

“I’m leaving.”

His head shot up. “What?”

“For the day!” you added quickly and grabbed your corset off the floor. “I’m leaving for the day.”

“Why?”

“Benedict,” you said and motioned between you. “Perhaps it has escaped your notice but we have a problem.”

He tilted his head, confusion etched in his features. “A problem?” he repeated. “What problem?”

You tried to concentrate but it was rather hard when that fire was swirling in your lower stomach, the more you looked at him, the more you wanted to climb back in the bed and—

You cleared your throat, looking up at the ceiling, causing Benedict to look up as well.

“What’s happening?”

“If I look at you I’m going to get back in the bed so I refuse to.”

“How is that a bad thing?” he asked with a grin and you shot him a glance, then looked up at the ceiling again.

“You know, I don’t know if you’ve noticed but we have a lovely ceiling.”

“My love, what are you talking about?”

You felt a smile warm your face, then grabbed your dress off the floor as well before turning to him, heaving a sigh.

“First of all, you were right about it being…divine,” you said, then narrowed your eyes. “Wipe that smile off your face.”

He held up his hands, gesturing surrender and you put your clothes on the sofa.

“That being said, do you not think we’re being a bit…fixated?”

“Fixated?”

“When was the last time you painted?”

“A week ago.”

“When was the last time you and I actually communicated with another person more than an hour without rushing to the nearest room?”

“There was the gala—”

“Gordon’s guest room.”

He hissed in a breath. “Right. Good point.”

“And I have a greenhouse,” you told him, putting your hands on your hips. “Ask me when the last time I’ve been there was.”

“…A week ago?”

“A week ago!”

“I mean Mr. Binsted is taking care of—”

Even you could hear the petulant tone in your voice; “It doesn’t matter, it’s my greenhouse!”

“Darling it’s not like it’s going anywhere—”

“Listen,” you cut him off. “I have a greenhouse with very rare plants. And flowers.”

“Mm hm.”

“Not to mention, I have the rarest flower in the world, in the aforementioned greenhouse.”

“I heard a thing or two about that, yeah.”

“Don’t get me wrong, you’re the love of my life,” you said, making a smile curl his lips, that softness apparent in his gaze again while you pointed at the window, stomping on your foot. “But my greenhouse!”

“Right.”

“It has my favorite flower in there!”

“Hasn’t escaped my notice my love,” he said with a grin, almost humoring you and you nodded your head.

“So that’s what we’re doing today—no, don’t get out of the bed until I’m away,” you stopped him as he swung his legs over the bed and you looked up at the ceiling. “Wait until I leave.”

“Why?”

“Because neither of us can be trusted,” you stated. “So we’re not to cross paths today.”

“The whole day?!” Benedict asked in shock and you flailed your arms.

“To repeat, we cannot be trusted apparently!” you said. “You—you take the studio side of the house and I’ll be in the greenhouse and we are going to be…calm.”

“Calm?”

“Yes, calm,” you said and heaved a deep sigh and turned your gaze to him again. “It’s alright. We can do this, I have faith in us.”

“I don’t.”

“Ben!”

“Shall I lie to you?” he asked with a small laugh and you tilted your head, narrowing your eyes again.

“I’m leaving,” you said. “See you tonight at the ball, not one second before.”

“Darling to repeat, we live in the same house—”

“We’ll meet there!” you said. “I mean it.”

“We’re going in different carriages?”

“Do you not remember what happened the last time we were in the same carriage?”

He gave you that lopsided grin you loved so much, making your stomach do a happy flip.

“Oh trust me, I do remember,” he said and you felt your cheeks burn, then you shook your head slightly and grabbed your clothes off the sofa.

“I’ll see you at the ball,” you said and walked through the door connecting his room to yours, painfully aware of the smile on your face.

                                             *

It was as if you were in a happy dream and if that was the case, you never wanted to wake up. You were sure that it had been hours since you stepped foot into the greenhouse based on the sun, but you could swear it had only been minutes. It wasn’t until you heard a knock on the door that you snapped out of your haze and looked over your shoulder, your hands still in the pot.

“Josie?”

“Wow,” she said, looking around. “I hope I’m not interrupting?”

“No no,” you said, shaking your head and pulled your hands out of the pot to take off your gloves. “Welcome.”

“I mean you mentioned it the other day and I figured…” she said, motioning around. “This is impressive.”

“Look!” you turned around to grab the pot you had been working on and held it up, a bright smile on your face. “It’s a Queen of the Night Tulip!”

“Pretty.”

“And the one to your right is a Ghost Orchid, and—that’s Middlemist Red! My favorite!”

She forced a smile.

“You’re never leaving this place, are you?”

“Never,” you said with a laugh and walked to the next pot, which was a gladiolus flower. Josie took a deep breath.

“So,” she said. “She came to see me.”

“Hm?” you asked, looking at her again. “Who?”

She blinked a couple of times.

“Mother,” she said. “Mother came to see me. Are you alright?”

You could feel your heart dropping to your stomach, your happy mood getting dim like a sudden shadow on a sunny day but you pressed your lips together.

“Yeah,” you said. “Sorry I was just distracted. But none of us told them you were here, how did she…?”

“Must have heard from someone in the ton.”

“What did she say?”

“She uh… remember how she found those letters between me and Bess?”

“And threw them in the fire before father—” a bitter taste appeared in your mouth as you tried to shake off the memory. “Yes?”

“Well as it turns out she didn’t throw all of them in the fire,” she said. “There is one left, and she is threatening to show it to not only uncle but also the whole ton unless I give them money.”

You closed your eyes for a moment, leaning back to the shelf.

“God damn it,” you muttered. “So not only are they using Teddy as a leverage for more money from uncle, they’re also—”

“Using Bess and Andrew,” she finished your sentence for you. “Yes. I don’t care what happens to me if the ton hears, but I can’t see them get hurt Y/N.”

You nodded your head.

“Of course not,” you said, running a hand over your eyes. “No that’s—that’s not going to happen. Did you tell them?”

“They were outside when mother decided to pay the visit,” she said. “I’ll tell them when I get home. I just wanted you to know before anyone else, just in case.”

You heaved a sigh, then walked to pull her into a hug.

“Josie…”

“I’m fine,” she said almost mechanically even though she wrapped her arms around you to hold you tight. “You know me, I can handle mother and father.”

You bit inside your cheek and pulled back to look at her better, holding her hand to squeeze it in an assuring manner.

“I know,” you said, remembering how relieved you felt when Benedict told you the same thing. “But you don’t have to handle them alone.”

She tried to smile and took a shaky breath, then looked around.

“Well alright then,” she said. “Go ahead, tell me all about these flowers.”

                                                *

By the time Josie left it was near evening, and though you had told Benedict you would be taking separate carriages, you were so desperate to talk to him that you had ended up changing your mind. He looked quite surprised to see you waiting for him by the carriage but he knew something was troubling you with one look at your face.

So you had spent the entire road to the ball telling him about what happened.

“Letters?” he asked as he helped you out of the carriage when it stopped in front of the Elwick house. You took his hand and stepped out, then placed your hand on his arm while you walked towards the house.

“Letters,” you said. “Josie eloped very soon after that because—well, you can imagine how mother and father reacted.”

Benedict clenched his jaw. “Unbelievable,” he said. “You know, I was thinking I should talk to your father again and this just proves I must.”

“The last time you talked, you punched him.”

“I don’t have any regrets over that.”

“Neither do I, I’m glad you did,” you said. “That being said, I’m not putting your wellbeing over him getting what he deserves, so no.”

You both entered the house and passed through the foyer, the music getting louder and louder as you approached the ballroom.

“Y/N—”

“No way,” you insisted. “I get that you’re angry at them, and trust me I’m angry as well. Me and Josie, but I told you before. My father is not worth your attention, let alone your fury.”

He reached to hold your hand, running his thumb over your skin as if trying to assure you and you offered him a small smile.

“I’m alright.”

“You don’t have to lie to me, you know?”

You heaved a sigh and shrugged your shoulders, catching the sight of Andrew out of the corner of your eye, Benedict following your gaze.

“Did she tell him?”

“She said she would—I just didn’t think mother would actually go to Josie’s house,” you said. “My parents didn’t even know she was back in the country, so to come up with that plan as soon as they found out she’s here… I knew they were evil, I just didn’t think they’d be that fast.”

Benedict’s head snapped up.

“Wait,” he said. “They didn’t know she was here?”

“No,” you said. “The last they heard, Josie was going to Spain with Andrew and Bess so I figure they still thought she was there. Even I didn’t know she was coming back until she arrived here, there is no way they had an inkling.”

Benedict’s brows furrowed as if he was in deep thought, then he raised your hand to press a kiss on it.

“Just give me one moment my love, I will be back,” he said and strode to Andrew, muttering something to him before Andrew nodded and they both walked away. You frowned in confusion but then someone touched your arm, making you turn to them.

“Lottie!”

“Oh thank God you’re here, you’re going to save me,” Lottie said, linking her arm with yours and pulling you to the foyer, making you let out a small laugh.

“What? What is happening?”

“Tony hasn’t arrived yet and everyone is asking me a lot of questions about the wedding that I don’t even know the answers to,” she said as you followed her through the foyer. “And my mama has been taken hostage by other mamas who want to be invited to the engagement ball that I haven’t even planned yet it seems, so you’re to be my savior. We’re going to the backyard.”

You repressed a laugh. “There might be people there as well, you know.”

“Fewer people who will not be as enthusiastic to ask me questions, I’m hoping.”

You hummed as you both stepped out of the house to the backyard. “If someone does approach, do you want me to threaten them?”

“Goodness no!” she said. “That would be very rude!”

“What if they are approaching you to ask you questions about the engagement ball you haven’t planned yet?”

She thought for a moment, her lips pulling into a pout as if she was torn between decisions.

“Don’t threaten them verbally, just glare at them please?”

“Understood.”

“I mean don’t get me wrong, I’m the happiest lady in the entire world but—” she huffed as you two sat down on a bench. “Everyone has something to ask and nobody leaves us alone anymore Y/N! With Tony, it’s as if everyone swore to…”

“Interrupt you?” you said with a grin and she looked abashed for a moment.

“…Yes.”

“So I’m guessing no other scandalous behavior has taken place?”

“Y/N!”

“Just a question,” you teased her and she heaved a tormented sigh.

“If only,” she sulked. “Everyone seems to watch us closer now that we’re engaged.”

“Tell Anthony patience is a virtue,” you said, trying to stop the smirk on your face and she nodded.

“I have.”

You let out a small laugh. “Lottie, you’re too sweet.”

“Thank you—how about you and Benny?” she asked and you blinked a couple of times, clearing your throat.

“Hm?”

“I mean no one has seen you on a social outing of the ton for almost a week,” she said. “Everyone has a lot of ideas about the reason.”

“Such as?”

“You’d tell me if you were with child, would you not?”

Your eyes widened, your breath getting caught in your throat.

“What?!” you asked. “No—I mean yes I would tell you but no Lottie, that’s not what is happening!”

“Good,” she said. “Because you see, I have many things I wish to shop for before your baby gets here—”

“That baby is nonexistent as we speak, Lottie.”

“And I’d like a pre-warning,” she said like she wasn’t listening and you scoffed.

“So that’s what the ton thinks?”

“Some of them,” she said. “Why haven’t you been attending outings then?”

You shifted your weight, trying to come up with an excuse but thankfully you saw Benedict approaching out of the corner of your eye.

“Oh look, Benedict is here!” you said, motioning at him and he gave you a smile.

“Charlie.”

“Benny, hello!”

“Anthony just arrived, he was looking for you,” Benedict said, pointing back at the house with his thumb and Lottie let out a breath.

“Oh thank God,” she said, standing up. “Benny, have you seen anyone asking him questions about our engagement ball?”

Benedict made a face. “Please stop reminding me you’re engaged to my brother, I’m still not completely alright with that idea.”

You raised your brows and Lottie rolled her eyes.

“You do realize that you will be the best man, do you not?” she asked as if teasing him, making him let out a whine.

“Charlie!”

“I’ll see you inside Y/N.”

“See you inside,” you said with a laugh and watched her walk away. Benedict heaved a sigh and sat beside you.

“So they’re actually going to get married then?”

“Seems like it,” you said, patting him on the arm as if trying to assure him. “Will you be alright?”

“Ask me again later,” Benedict said and stole a look at you. “How about you?”

“I’m alright with them getting married, I don’t know why you’re making it such a big issue—”

“You know that’s not what I meant,” he said and you paused for a moment, then nodded.

“Sure.”

“Y/N.”

“I’m fine, I just…” you let out a bitter laugh. “It’s rather surprising but it shouldn’t be. It’s just that, I’ve been so happy lately that I almost forgot they were here to cause trouble, does that make sense?”

“It absolutely does,” he said with that soft light in his eyes. “But it is going to be alright, I promise you.”

“What did you and Andrew talk about?” you asked, gazing up at him and he shrugged his shoulders.

“Nothing important, I just asked about your parents.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Benedict.”

“Yes my love?”

“That will not distract me,” you pointed at him while trying very hard to not let it distract you, making him chuckle.

“There’s nothing for you to worry about,” he assured you. “I’m not putting myself or anyone you care about in danger, I swear to you.”

You pursed your lips, then heaved a sigh and turned a little to face the backyard, putting your head on his shoulder. He entwined his fingers with yours, pressing a kiss on top of your head before burying his nose into your hair.

“Let’s stay here for a while?” you asked. “I like being alone with you even when we’re not…you know.”

A small laugh vibrated his chest. “Same here darling.”

You heaved a sigh, then frowned when the thought hit you. “But we’re still going to—”

“Way ahead of you, they have a library on the other side of the house.”

“Good,” you said, a small smirk curling your lips as you stole a look at him. “I happen to be an admirer of books.”

Chapter 39

[dizzycoffee]

Oh my gosh I love your writing!!! After reading the Vox x Angel Reader I was just "Wow so cute!"

And then I got this idea from it

What if Vox just can't do anything anymore or just say a simple "No" to (Female Angel)Reader without them using there puppy eyes on him ALL of the time even at times they don't do it intentionally

Like we just act a cute puppy once we are getting yelled at we just give our owners a sad puppy eye look and make them do what we want XDD

— Vox / Angel!Fem!Reader; Headcanons Part 2

KSGDHG thank you sm !!! this dynamic is honestly so much fun to write !

for the first post, click here !

*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･ HEADCANONS ･*:.｡..｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*

While Vox is still a bit hesitant to put a label in the relationship, the two of you definitely act like you're in a romantic one

A committed one at that, seeing as how you made it very clear you have no interest in anyone but him

He, on the other hand, makes it clear by the way he never refuses your requests

Usually, he's quite compliant when it comes to you asking for physical things

If you asked for anything, he'll gladly fulfill your needs

You're thirsty? Here's a water. You're cold? He's brought a blanket with him. You're tired? Please, lie down and he'll turn the lights down to make it easier to rest

There are two main instances in which hesitates with your requests...

Vox pulled the blanket over you, smiling to himself as he watched you yawn. "Go ahead and sleep, angel," he whispered. As he began to move away, your hand reached for his. Your touch left him buffering for a second, turning his head to look over at your pleading look. Despite the now darkened room, your eyes still shined amidst the darkness. "Can you stay with me?" you asked in a soft tone. Swallowing thickly, Vox felt himself hesitate for a moment. He obliged, slithering into bed next to you. Naturally, your wings wrapped themselves around him.

When in comes to more emotional / intimate requests, he finds himself a bit reluctant

Not because he doesn't want to— no no, he LOVES to cuddle you and all

It sort of comes back to his inferiority complex and how he doesn't want to end up corrupting you

He loves you, so much he's scared to hurt you in any way

He can't unsee how your hands feel so soft against his claws, the way your angelic wings warm his cold and stiff body

He feels he isn't meant to be loved by an angel like you...

You, on the other hand, don't particularly care whether he's an overlord, a demon, etc.

You don't necessarily hate his hesitance, because you understand that he's still struggling to come to terms that this whole relationship is okay

But you don't fully tolerate it, especially when all you want to do is kiss him

You developed this specific habit for him whenever he starts to hesitate or begin to think negatively

Vox cleared his throat, "You want... more kisses?" You held back a sigh, understanding that he was beginning to overthink things. You looked up at him, letting your eyes widen as your brows twitched into an expression that left him flustered. You pout your lips as you say, "Please, Voxy? For me?" It didn't take more than a second for his lips to be attached onto yours.

Emotional intimacy aside, he also hesitates to fulfill your requests whenever you visit while he works

The way he hardly gets any work done whenever you visit during work hours,,,

A soft hum left his lips as he kissed you, his claws gently caressing your cheek. He couldn't get over this overwhelming warm feeling you gave him. Your hands gently tugged at his shoulders as you peppered his lips with your kisses, his own hands running down to your hips to pull you further into his lap. "Vox?! We have a meeting!" The two of you jump, eyes flashing towards the locked door of Vox's office. "Fucking Val..." Vox mumbled before turning to you. "Sorry, angel. We'll have to cut the visit sho—" "But you promised we'd be together all day..." Like a switch, your previously flustered expression flipped to give him the puppy-eyes. He inhaled sharply, claws beginning to dig into your side. "I'm busy!" Vox yelled back out to Valentino. Ignoring the groans and complaints from behind the door, the two of you returned to your longing kisses.

[1800-page-not-found]

YOUR DOKJA X READERS ARE SO CUTEEEEE. How about a scenario w/ clingy Dokja trying to suppress his clinginess because Jungyeok is forcing him in a side mission but he doesn't want to leave reader's side 😭😭😭

heheeheheheheehheheheheeheclingydokjahehehehehehehehehehheheheheheheheh

im going to use main scenario no.6 (peace land), also, ur a healer

golden retriever boyfriend kim dokja >>

i cant really remember what happened in MS6

Hahhh fuck..he really didn't want to leave you...at times like this, Kim Dokja would be willing to participate, but this changed when he realized you weren't going to participate. "Do I have to?"

"Yes." Yoo Joonghyuk shut down Kim Dokja in an instant. "Hahaha, really..." Kim Dokja mumbled, his hand massaging his forehead along with an annoyed look. This man was really attached to you, ever since you first started officially dating him.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

In a secluded space, Kim Dokja ran into your arms as he cuddled his head along the crook of your neck. "[name]..." He mumbled. "Yes Dokja?" you replied, hand combing through his hair softly. "I don't wanna leave you..." You laughed softly and smiled.

"I'm sorry baby, I have to take care of all the injured people. How about this, when you come back, we can cuddle and if you're hurt, I'll heal you alright?" He looked up at you. "Really? You promise?" He spoke eagerly. "Yes, promise." You smiled at him as he kissed you on the lips and smiled.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Soon it was time to leave. Dokja ran up to you, hugging you tightly. "I don't want to go...*hyuk*" he hiccupped, sobbing slightly dramatically. "Awh, you'll be fine without me, it won't be that long til' you see me again!" You smiled, giving him a peck on the forehead.

In response he stared at you with puppy dog eyes. "W-what?" you put a hand up, blocking him from leaning in closer, blushing. "You didn't kiss me on the lips.." He pouted sadly. If he was a dog, you'd see his ears and tail droop in a very depressed manner.

"Ah-I see!" You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck and giving him a kiss-on the lips this time. As if it was some high-end magical cure, Dokja instantly became happy again.

Coming out of the tent all prepared, Kim Dokja was fired up and ready to complete the main scenario-whatever it might be. Of course, he wouldn't show his eagerness to anyone but you. This little golden retriever side of him was only accessible to be seen by your eyes. 'Gotta complete this so I can see [name] sooner!', he thought.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Days passed as Kim Dokja missed you even more and more. Ohhhh when will he ever be reunited with you again?

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Finally, after the banquet that was held finished, Dokja could finally be with you again. Transporting back to your world, he opened his eyes and saw your figure waiting for him in the distance. He quickly ran and embraced you in a tight hug. "I missed you so much [name]..." He could finally breath in your scent, feel your hugs, and talk to you again. He honestly didn't care about hiding his clinginess anymore, he just misses you so much (not that he hid it very well anyway).

"You're back! How'd it go? Are you hurt anymore?" You flooded him with questions, eager to see him again. You dragged him in the pop-up medical station that was set for any injured or sick people. "Sit!" You declared, pushing him down on the make-shift bed. You check his temperature, any signs of blood, to the very bone. Even though he was fine, you still gave him a health potion, and also used your own skill to heal him. You guys really were the perfect couple, or at least close enough, considering the whole apocalypse and all.

[justastraymoa]

ADVENTURES WITH CHEESE EXTENDED EDITION PT 9

As soon as I saw Cheese I ran to him and scooped him into my arms. Cheese made an annoyed noise and wiggled, but I held firm.

“You had me worried to death! How could you do that to me!” I chastised in a cutesy baby voice. Cheese looked away, uncaring about the agony he caused me and the years of my life he took from me.

Beside me Chan gave Felix a hug clapping his back loudly. “Thank you so much man! We have been looking everywhere!”

Felix laughed uncomfortably. “No problem. I didn’t even recognize him; it’s been so long.”

“And he doesn’t like you because you scared his mother.” Lino put in as he came over to scratch Cheese behind his ear.

“That too.”

“This more than makes up for that. Seriously, thank you, Felix.” I added giving the man a relieved smile.

“You are such a naughty, naughty boy! You had daddy and mommy scared.” Lino lectured Cheese, who again was uncaring and just wanted to be put down.

A new person walked into the room with a wide smile on his face. “Apparently, he likes scaring people. He nearly had me jumping out of my skin hiding on the black rug and blending in.”

“This is Jisung, one of my roommates.” Felix introduced the new man. I nodded and smiled at him.

Chan chuckled. “Yeah, I changed my blankets because he blended in to well with my old ones. I kept sitting on him on accident.”

I jumped slightly as there was frantic pounding on the door. Jisung opened it to let in Bin and Hyune who looked like they ran all the way here from my old apartment. They immediately zeroed in on the cat in my arms.

Later on, that night as we all ate dinner (I hadn’t eaten all day and when Chan found out he scolded me like a dad for ten minutes) Lino brought up putting a chip in Cheese.

I shrugged. “Honestly it never occurred to me to do that. But it’s a good idea since he has gotten out twice now. And with you guys taking him on trips and crap.”

Lino looked relieved. “Exactly. And if this should ever happen again, we can find him right away.”

“Plus, I am going to take him to the vet anyways to get him checked over for injuries. I can just have them put the chip in then.” It would be a weight off my chest knowing that we had a very good chance of getting Cheese back right away if he escaped again. And most places have chip scanners now so if some nice person took him to a vet or animal shelter, they would be able to contact me.

I smirked at Bin. He had spent almost every second doing little things for me and Cheese to ease his guilt. I kept telling him it wasn’t necessary, but hell if he would listen to me. Instead, he actually let Cheese on his bed and made me my favorite snack before bed.

Cheese scratched at the door again mewing pitifully before turning his big boba eyes on me. “Nuh uh, mister. You aren’t going to cute your way out of this one. We are almost done then we can go home.” I reached a handout to offer pets, but Cheese ignored it, meowing loudly at the door again.

Cheese was so mad at me he slept with Chan for 3 days. But at least I knew that I could find him now and that he was okay and healthy.

Now the Chan Clan was gone for 2 weeks on a business trip, and I had the apartment all to myself. It was too quiet. I was used to there being noise always coming from somewhere.

I was used to being able to talk to one of them or show them a stupid video or meme I found of them that would make them laugh or blush. It was one of my favorite past times now. But it was lonely in this apartment without them.

I had spent a whole day distracting myself by cleaning everything I could get my hands on. Right down to washing and sanitizing Cheeses toys and putting his cloth toys and blankets in the washer. I even went through my dresser and filled a garbage bag full of clothes to donate.

Now everything was spotless and the whole apartment smelled like cleaning supplies, but I had nothing to do. Anytime I started to watch tv I would get to a part that I wanted to show one of the boys and remember again that they weren’t there. And a lot of shows I was watching with them, and I couldn’t watch without them here. That ruins all the fun.

Even cat movie Friday was a bummer. I watched the first movie I found that mentioned a cat. Turns out it was about a cat who was abandoned and spent the rest of the movie searching for his loved ones. I was sobbing the entire time.

My phone rang early the next morning with a video call from Lino.

“Melluh.” I mumbled still half asleep.

“I told you she would still be in bed.” Bins tiny voice came over the line and I opened my eyes in confusion.

All 4 of my boys were on the tiny screen of my phone. Squished together so they could all fit into the frame but looking happy enough. I sat up and rubbed my eyes trying to wake up. “S’okay. How are you? I miss you.” I mumbled.

“We miss you too, y/nnie!” Bin said way too loudly making me flinch slightly.

Hyune squinted and leaned closer to the phone. “You look puffy.”

“Gee, thanks oh so much. You look great. Like usual.” I rolled my eyes.

Hyune ignored me. “Have you been crying?”

This got everyone’s attention and they all suddenly looked very concerned. I waved their concerns away shaking my head. “Yeah. I watched a sad movie last night. It got me right in the feels.”

“You watched a sad movie for cat movie Friday? Why?”

I swear. “I didn’t do it on purpose! I just chose one at random and it happened to be sad. And then I couldn’t just stop watching because then I wouldn’t know what happened and it would bother the hell out of me!”

“Whatever, who cares. Where’s Cheese?” Lino asked. I glared at him. I know he cared about me, but sometimes his words did hurt a little.

“I’m hanging up.” I announced.

“No, wait, I’m sorry! It is good to see you too, just I need my fix of Cheese too, you know.” Lino was quick to back step.

I sighed at moved so Cheese was in the frame too. He was sleeping peacefully on the empty side of my bed, one of his blankets curled around him like a nest and him nestled inside nice and toasty warm.

There were 3 collective ‘awwwws’ which made Cheese crack an eye open before stretching out his front paws and yawning.

I did have to admit I saved the video and all the photos I could of the kitten interview on my phone. They were truly adorable and the interactions with them were funny as hell. Chan was such a little baby when it came to their sharp claws. And Lino was just chilling there like an expert cat whisperer playing with them and keeping them calm in his arms.

You would think Chan would be in better practice in dealing with cats now that he has lived with Cheese for so long, but apparently not. And Hyune was really about to love all Cheese privileges if he says one more thing about dogs being better than cats. That’s a crime in this house. And I will not stand for it!

A/N: Cheese is back home from his wandering! Now we can get back into his more fun shenanigans!

I hope you enjoyed and as always thank you for any and all interactions

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how seventeen spend a day off with their s/o at home

requested by anon: can you write: how svt spend their free time at home with their s/o? (i imagine lots of cuddles and domestic stuff, but go give us details)

notes: mentions of violence (video games)

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seungcheol

sleeps. when he knows he has time to lie in on the weekend, he's turning off both of your alarms, closing the curtains tightly and hugging you against him in bed probably until noon of the next day. mostly bc he can't wait to get some (well deserved) rest and also because there's something soso domestic about going to sleep w you in his arms and waking up to your relaxed, sleeping face

jeonghan

is all "we should do something" but can never decide on what to do. it's weird, bc whenever he talks about what he'd do if he ever had a day off, he says that he's going to sleep through it. and then when a day off comes, he wants to Do things. takes so long to decide that he ends up doing nothing, but it's okay bc he had fun making you laugh while deciding what he wanted to do

joshua

asks you what you wanna do and goes along with anything from there. wanna watch a movie? okay baby tell him which one and in fact, let's watch ten. wanna have an entire spa day at home? ooh pls let him join he's always wanted to do one of those. the sweetest and softest actually, gazing at you adoringly the entire time bc he just loves spending time w you so, so much. 

junhui

i don't know many video games, but jun seems like the type to bust out those nintendo games with the hand-held controllers that connect to the tv, or mario kart or something, and you spend the better part of the day yelling at each other while shaking the controls at the screen. pouts so bad if he loses, asks for conciliatory kisses and conciliatory cuddles, or else he's going to be sulking the entire day

hoshi

needs to be entertained every single minute otherwise his head is going to implode. hangs off of you like a koala the entire time, bc he gets so clingy when it's just the two of you, and honestly it's a little adorable to have a soft hoshi squished against your shoulder. watches you play games on your phone, has a nap while hugging you and needs to be woken up in the evening to have dinner

wonwoo

he's gaming on his computer for the entire day actually. you can sit in his bed and watch him, but if you whine for long enough then he'll probably let you sit on his lap provided you don't fidget too much. tries to teach you how to play before you tell him that you'd much rather just watch him. smiles at you during a lull in the game and kisses your forehead before going back to committing acts of violence against pixelated characters

woozi

initially planned to have a lie in w you that morning, but his body is so trained to getting up early that it didn't work. stares at you sleeping for about an hour or so. not in a creepy way, just in a very fond "you're adorable when you're asleep even when you're making small snoring sounds" kind of way. doesn't really do much the entire day, stays in bed w you before you both eventually get up to have some dinner

minghao

puts on music, sits on the sofa, and reads. needs to have you curled up against him tho, and you'll both read your respective books while the music swells around you. lets you do anything you want really, petting your hair when you headbutt his hand, interlacing your fingers with his when you nudge his wrist. smiles at you over his book, eyes soft with love

mingyu

bakes. bakes batches n batches of cookies with you even if you say you're terrible at baking bc "nonsense no one's terrible at baking". almost breaks the stand mixer by nearly dropping it when he's getting it out of the cupboard. pinches your cheeks while his hands are covered in flour. lets you lick the spoon afterwards, ruffling your hair and calling you cute. still with flour on his hands. 

dokyeom

stages impromptu karaoke sessions for the whole day. you don't even need to have a karaoke machine, he'll just put those sing-along videos on the tv and jump around screaming the lyrics with you. sings the entire day, even if you get tired, and eventually ends up serenading you with love songs before abandoning the karaoke to kiss you nice and sweetly, the music muffled in the background. 

seungkwan

idk like mingyu he probably also bakes. wants to be like those aesthetic pinterest girlies w cream and strawberry cakes with pretty piping, and it goes pretty well? he has fun baking w you, and tries to make that dalgona coffee afterwards but gives up after a bit bc his arms started to hurt. but good thing is his cake tasted rlly nice, especially bc it was made with his love for you :D ("kwan that doesn't make sense" "shh yes it does")

vernon

binge watches tv shows and movies with you. you get out all the snacks, pile them up on the coffee table, and then turn on the television and watch countless episodes of american sitcoms or netflix shows or, one time, (almost) the entirety of the mcu. it's a day of laughing at the screen, hansol's arm a warm and comforting weight against yours, eating junk and feeling utterly relaxed with him by your side

chan

days off with chan are probably very spontaneous and could be anything. one time you spent the entire day watching ted talks and tried to perform stand up comedy to each other after a particularly interesting video. another time you played monopoly on the app for three hours straight then had to stop before you threw his phone against the wall in frustration. they're always very relaxed days, but it's fun nevertheless

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[keiriiz]

General Chrollo Headcanons!

I will be making a separate post for my romantic/relationship headcanons of him! I’m a bit nervous because I know I’m in the minority with some of my views however I’m up for making a second part to this as this definitely isn’t all, or even expanding on certain things if anyone’s interest. My request box is always open ✨

✥ Chrollo has Autism Spectrum Disorder. Aside from his childhood trauma, this can also affect his ability to identify and express his emotions. He’s also a master of masking, but if he’s out and overwhelmed, he’s definitely stimming with his fingers when he places his hands in his pockets.

✥ Chrollo Lucilfer and “Boss” started off as two different identities. Being the Head of the Phantom Troupe was merely another role however over the years, Chrollo started to lose his individuality. He’s gotten lost in the idea of being a villain that being himself sometimes feels foreign, or he might not recognize it when that side of him comes out. It wasn’t just Sarasa that died that day, but a piece of himself as well.

✥ Chrollo himself is a bit childish. He gets a small glint of genuine joy in his eyes when he’s talking about something he’s passionate about. Whether it’s a book series, the Power Cleaners, or certain species of arachnid. Seeing that side of him truly is something as it only comes out when he’s completely comfortable.

✥ On the other hand of that not, when he’s upset this also leads to him being pretty impulsive and making rather rash decisions. Chrollo is a master strategist but that can fall apart when pushed enough.

✥ Chrollo hums to himself when there’s a toon he’s fond of playing. Most times it’s subconsciously and he doesn’t even catch himself doing so unless it’s pointed out to him.

✥ This man hates crowds of people. Not being able to keep track of what everyone’s doing, the heat, the smell- It’s completely awful to him. It’s more overwhelming than most heists and if not on a job he will avoid them at all costs.

✥ Chrollo is very comfortable in his gender as a cis man but often indulges in things that are stereotypically feminine. Make up, painting his nails, even sporting a bit of women’s garments into his every day style.

✥ The Troupe as a whole is a found family of sorts, but Chrollo holds a particular closeness with the original members. The Spider he was closest with overall being Pakunoda.

✥ Given what we know about Nen, I believe Chrollo was born as a natural conjuror. Though with him changing as a person and honing his Nen for those three years, his aura adapted to specialization.

✥ Chrollo’s ethnicity is Japanese Italian. A true wasian man if I do say so myself. Though I feel he’s a bit more in touch with his Japanese heritage.

✥ He returns a lot to Meteor City outside of his Troupe affairs. He’s somewhat famous there and you bet there’s kids running up to him, gently tugging at his coat asking him to tell them about his “adventures”. Chrollo of course does so on his free time, sharing stories of their heists though somewhat spinning it to paint them as heroes akin to the Power Cleaners.

✥ Chrollo doesn’t kill innocent people unless they’re accidentally caught in the crossfire or truly it’s necessary like how he used the crowd in his fight with Hisoka.

✥ Chrollo suffers from insomnia due to being plagued by night terrors though aside from that he can honestly fall asleep anywhere if tired enough. It doesn’t matter if it’s the hair ground of the forest or a nice bed, he’ll make due.

✥ Of course if given a bed, you will definitely catch this man hugging/cuddling his pillow. And he definitely prefers to be completely smothered in blankets and pillows to feel like he’s been held. (I’ll say it now, he’s a little spoon)

✥ Chrollo is definitely a light weight when it comes to alcohol. He’s buzzed on two cheap beers so he’s always careful to restrain himself in that regard.

✥ He is a S class NERD. Chrollo will shame movie or show adaptations for their inaccuracies to their book counterparts. If someone brings up an obscure topic that he just so happened to read about, he’s making his knowledge known.

✥ Pretty much everyone is aware of Chrollo’s love for pudding but I’m here to say his love for sweets is endless. Cakes, ice cream, candies, chocolate- he literally can’t get enough. And bet your ass he’s suffered a deal of tooth pain during his younger years because of it. Though he’s good on his dental hygiene as an adult.

✥ Chrollo can naturally be quite competitive. Whether he’s playing chess or just entertaining a Troupe member’s game of hang man. He’s always going for the win.

✥ When he’s not masking, Chrollo’s genuine laugh is truly adorable. On the rare occasion he might even snort. (He’ll always deny that he did though)

✥ Being from Meteor City, Chrollo is on the most accepting and least judgmental people when it comes to LGBTQ, race, religion/culture, mental disorders, or any physical differences. He didn’t even know something like being gay or trans was looking down on in certain places of the world.

I hope you guys appreciate these. I truly can ramble about this man all day if you really want ❤️

[babybemydownfall]

things that shimmer in the dark Part III: Feyre ( Part I  - Part 2 )

His dark blue eyes held me captive. “We both know this is not a good idea, don’t we? But every single fibre of my being is telling me otherwise. I can’t just… stop. Can you?”

NSFW, as always. Read on AO3 or under the cut. And thank you all so much for the comments, shares, likes. <3

II

I didn’t see Rhys again until the following day.

He had left my bed shortly after we’d both recovered, citing mounting concern over Hybern and people to see and plans to make. None of which I doubted. I did get the sense, though, that he was forcing himself to go when really, he wanted to stay with me and do it all over again. It was in the lingering kisses he left on my bare skin; his hesitation which was so unusual, and yet so endearing. 

And I would have let him, in a heartbeat. Again, and again, and again…

I had thought about him almost every minute since. If I didn’t know better, I would have said he’d bewitched me: put a spell on me to make me crave him as much as my next breath. It didn’t help that my bedroom smelled like him - citrus and salt and sex. That I could still feel him all over my body, an imprint I suspected would never truly fade. What had happened between us had changed everything. I had been stupid to ever think otherwise.

“I care about you Feyre… More than I should.”

Because it wasn’t just sex. It wasn’t just something to fill the time, or the hole inside my chest. We fit together like we were made for each other, which was inexplicable and magnificent and absolutely terrifying. Being with Rhys, I had never felt so comfortable, so desired, so seen. Just like I knew who he was, right down to his bones - he knew me too. Inside and out. Maybe that’s what being together under the mountain had done to us. Maybe there was some kind of ancient magic at play, entwining our lives from that very first moment at Calanmai. Or maybe he and I were-

I stopped myself whenever my mind tried to go further down that track. The fact was, he had disappeared without another word. He wasn’t there for dinner; wasn’t home when I went to bed, nor present at breakfast. I had no idea what he was thinking, if he was regretting it. Would he want to go back to normal now? What was normal for us? And if our friendship was entirely ruined now, I couldn’t just leave Velaris. I had nowhere else to go. I needed him - and he needed me too, in his upcoming war.

I spent the whole day churning over these thoughts. I had grown so used to feeling empty; now I had so many conflicting emotions inside me I thought I might burst. I honestly wasn’t sure which was worse.

After I’d tossed and turned that night and eventually fallen asleep, I woke at some point from the most vivid dream. Rhys was on top of me, inside me, making love to me in the moonlight - and every part of my physical body was throbbing, most of all my core. I had never really touched myself before but I had no choice. I needed to finish. I was so, so close.

After a quick check that my shield was firmly intact - which it was, thank goodness - I threw off the covers and slipped my fingers into my underwear. My other hand grabbed my aching breast, my thumb brushing over my rock-hard nipple through the silk of my nightgown. I collected moisture from the pool inside myself and rubbed firm, frantic circles on my already swollen clit. My eyes stayed squeezed shut, keeping me half in the dream: lost in Rhys and the smell of sweat on his skin and the noises he made against my neck as he fucked me, rolling his hips into me again and again, building and building until-

I cried his name as I came, the dream so visceral I could almost feel him finish too. It was one of the longest and most intense orgasms of my life - paling only in comparison to his mouth on me, to his cock inside me, filling me so exquisitely.

Tamlin wasn’t even close. He had given me pleasure, and at the time I had thought nothing could ever be better. But Rhys was something else entirely. And I needed more. He had promised a thousand ways to make me feel good: I wanted them all. No matter that I had only just left the Spring Court. I knew in that moment I was never going back, consequences, reputation and heart be damned.

And that realisation was so calming, my body so relaxed, that I sank straight back into a safe, dreamless sleep.

II

Late the next morning, Mor paid me a visit. I had heard from Nuala and Cerridwen over breakfast that Rhys, Cassian, Azriel and I were to depart for the Human lands after lunch. We would cross the Wall to pay a visit to my sisters and try to get a letter to the Queens, asking for a meeting regarding their half of the Book. I barely had chance to think about what that meant for me, and how I felt about seeing my family again after everything that had happened, because Mor was chatty as always, lounging on my bed as she helped me decide what to wear.

“I’m not coming with you,” she told me as I changed into a turquoise top and loose pants, in the Night Court style. “I dragged Rhys out with us last night so I could inform him after a few drinks.”

Even at the mention of his name, I felt my blood surge in my veins. I was glad I was dressing behind the privacy screen so she couldn’t see me blush. “Is that where he was?” I asked, trying to sound only mildly interested. “I didn’t see much of him after we got back from the Weaver’s cottage.”

A lie. I’d seen more of Rhys than I should have - and the images that sprang into my mind made me flush even harder.

“He was in a good mood, actually,” Mor said thoughtfully. “Unusually cheerful, given everything that’s going on with Hybern right now.”

I smiled to myself, out of view. Perhaps he wasn’t regretful after all. “Oh, really?” I asked noncommittally.

“Yes. Although he turned into a pretty morose drunk by the end of the night, so all felt right with the world again.”

I wasn’t sure what to make of that, but I was dressed now so I stepped back into the room and let Mor appraise me.

“Oh Feyre, you look amazing,” she remarked, standing up from the bed. “Your hair, your make up - that pink colour on your cheeks really suits you.”

“Cerridwen did a good job,” I said modestly, unused to such attention. I had never had a female friend before, until Mor. And she was so lovely, and I was obviously still in some kind of daze from the past twenty-four hours, that I reached out and gave her a hug.

“Thank you,” I murmured. “For being nice to me.”

“Don’t be silly. I hope we’re all nice to you here. Even Rhys.” She looked at me seriously. “He is one of the good ones, Feyre. Even though he’s all muscle and power and he likes to brood like a teenager sometimes. You can trust him. I swear it on my life.”

I smiled at her and as she turned to leave, I said: “I know. Thanks Mor.”

After she’d gone, I realised it was lunchtime and I had barely eaten breakfast. I hoped to at least get a snack before we had to depart.

I walked down the stairs and into the kitchen, wondering what time we were supposed to be leaving and when Rhys would eventually show up - and there he was. He was leaning over the table, his back to me, reading from some papers. The house was otherwise still, empty.

I stopped dead in my tracks but too late: he’d already heard me. Or maybe he’d scented me, or felt me through the shimmering gold thread that bound us together. Either way, I didn’t breathe as he turned around. His spectacular violet eyes took in my outfit first, rising slowly up my body - pausing over my bare midriff, my breasts - until they finally met mine.

And then the air between us seemed to set on fire.

Desire swept through me from head to toe. I could feel the dark thrum of his power: it called to me, enticing me closer, like we were one and the same. And the way he was looking at me, into me - Gods, I might as well have already been naked and spread out before him. He was going to devour me.

“Feyre,” he purred. “Good afternoon.”

He was holding a small white cup which he took a drink from. The liquid inside was very dark brown and smelt like nothing I’d ever encountered before.

“What’s that?” I asked, willing my voice not to betray me. I felt like his prey; like I had to buy myself time before my inevitable end.

“Coffee. Have you ever had it before?”

“No.”

He stepped towards me and held out the cup. The scent of him overwhelmed me. “Try it. It’s delicious. And very good for a hangover.”

I deliberately avoided touching his hand as I took it from him. I was sure his skin would burn mine, such was the heat between us.

He watched me intently as I took a sip. It hadn’t escaped either of our attention that my lips were now where his had been just seconds ago. But the coffee was bitter and disgusting. I made a face and he grinned.

“It’s an acquired taste. It comes from the tropics - far overseas. A rare treat here in Prythian.”

I eyed him warily. He seemed remarkably relaxed. I felt so tense I might snap in half any second. “Are you hungover, then?”

“I was earlier. I’m fine now. Mor coerced me into going out last night.”

“I heard.”

He took in my outfit again, correctly guessing that I’d had her help to put it together. Starlight and longing swirled in his gaze.

“I was going to invite you,” he said casually, “But one drink and I would have had you up against the wall, in full view of every single Faerie in that bar.”

I gasped. My body - my soul - trembled.

“Actually, that’s a lie,” he went on. “I would have done it stone cold sober. What did you do with yourself instead, Feyre darling?”

I didn’t know what to say - whether or not to tell him. Whether I could even speak. But he had just been honest with me, and there was no point pretending I wasn’t thoroughly shaken by him. I knew he knew how insanely aroused I was.

So I sent him a picture down the bond - of my half-bare body, my fingers between my legs. And I sighed his name into his mind, just like I had done out loud last night. Perhaps I’d also managed to send feelings, because suddenly his god-like composure was gone: he visibly shuddered, and I felt his desire roar. He took the cup from my right hand and discarded it to the floor. Neither of us even flinched as it smashed on the tile, our focus entirely on him as he lifted my fingers to his nose and inhaled deeply.

“I have washed since then,” I managed to murmur, half offended, half utterly entranced. But Rhys very clearly found my scent there still because he closed the gap between us, his other arm sliding around my waist and forcefully pulling me into him.

We collided. He was rock solid.

“All fucking night, Feyre,” he confirmed, his voice rougher than I’d ever heard it.

“And did you…?”

“No. I have self-control, it seems.”

I smiled then. He was so smug sometimes.

“Do you?” I asked sweetly.

I reached up to kiss him and my hand down to touch him at the same time. It was an attack, and even the great Rhysand wasn’t prepared. He groaned into my mouth, his hips bucking helplessly; I snuck my fingers into his pants, wrapping them around his cock, thick and hot and throbbing in my palm. Fuck, I wanted to taste him; to see the look on his face as he watched me take him all the way to the back of my throat. But I also needed him inside me. I needed relief from the ache that had been building there ever since he’d left my bed. I needed him to fill me until I nearly split apart; until there was no room for anything else beyond us. Feyre and Rhys.

And he knew.

“Do we have time?” he growled, dragging his mouth along my jaw to my ear, biting and sucking there for a moment before he moved on again, his teeth grazing their way down my neck.

“I don’t know,” I breathed, my head falling back as flames scorched me everywhere he touched. “You’re in charge.”

“Mm. Then we have enough.”

I felt his big hands on my thighs and then he was lifting me, striding towards the wall by the stove until my back hit it. His eyes met mine for the briefest moment and confirmed: no further foreplay required. I was in a permanent state of being soaking wet for him.

Then our clothes vanished and he thrust inside me, all the way to the hilt. Again, and again. Long, deep thrusts, reaching places inside me I didn’t know existed. I moaned with each one, and he grunted into my shoulder, and as his pace quickened our sounds got louder and louder, echoing through the kitchen and no doubt the house as well. This was what I needed, more than anything else in the world: this fullness. This exquisite pleasure which went on and on - the crest of the wave, just before the crash.

The orgasm I’d had yesterday when he’d stretched me had been something entirely new. It was fucking heavenly - and it was happening again.

Rhys caught my scream inside his mouth; tasted it with his tongue as I exploded around him, as he fucked me even harder and I came and came, and then he did too, rough and wild and with the night sky pouring out of him.

I couldn’t see but it didn’t matter. All I wanted was his kisses, his air, his arms holding me tightly. We had disappeared together and I wished we could do so forever: to a place where this was all there was; a place I wasn’t lonely, or sad, or empty. Because Rhys had given me a lot of things in the short time I’d known him, but this feeling of peace, of contentment - however brief - was the one I cherished the most. The gift that made me feel whole again.

Slowly, as we found our breath, the darkness receded. He looked so utterly ravishing with desire still painted all over his perfect face.

“That was… unexpected,” he said softly, the corners of his lips curving upwards.

My head tilted to the side as I considered him. “Was it?”

His smile broke free and my heart missed several beats. “Perhaps not. I wasn’t sure how you were feeling, after yesterday.”

“You could have asked.”

“I could have,” he conceded. He slowly pulled out of me and lowered my feet to the floor. I immediately missed him. With mild alarm, I felt the very beginnings of my craving return.

Rhys cleaned us up with a slight wave of his hand and returned our clothes in neat piles on the kitchen chairs. We dressed quickly, not speaking. Somehow it didn’t feel safe to - not until we were no longer naked together. Anything could have happened.

As he made the broken coffee cup vanish, I leaned back against the table and said: “Mor told me you were ‘morose’ at the end of last night.”

I didn’t realise that had been on my mind until the words were out of my mouth.

He looked at me for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then he moved closer, and as I lifted myself to sit on the tabletop, he gently pushed my knees apart so he could stand between them.

“I’m worried,” he confessed, his palms coming to rest on my thighs, mine on his forearms. We couldn’t be this near each other and not be touching. It seemed impossible. “This… Us… You are consuming my every thought at a time when I have a lot of shit to get done.”

“I thought you were good at compartmentalising.”

His smile was back. “Usually, yes. But you… You are ruining me, Feyre.”

A little shiver of pleasure went through me, hearing that I affected him just as much as he did me. “So, what do you want to do? Stop?”

He lifted his hands, sliding his fingers into my hair. His thumbs traced over my eyebrows, my cheekbones. “Yesterday, and just now… I felt something again. Something good, for the first time in far too long. And I want more of that. Of you.”

His dark blue eyes held me captive. “We both know this is not a good idea, don’t we?” he went on quietly. “But every single fibre of my being is telling me otherwise. I can’t just… stop. Can you?”

It was the easiest question I had ever been asked.

“No.”

His gaze fell to my mouth and I met his kiss halfway, my body rising into his. I wanted him again already. What on earth was wrong with me?

Fortunately, Rhys had more sense. He dragged himself away from me a moment later with a groan that I felt in my core. “We should get ready to go. The others will be here soon.”

I took a deep breath, trying to clear my head, and nodded. “Yes. But I’m hungry. That’s why I came down here in the first place.”

“Not to see me? I am wounded.”

I swatted his arm. “No you’re not.”

“No, I’m not. What do you want to eat, darling?”

I wasn’t exactly sure when that word had become affectionate instead of patronising, or said simply to annoy Tamlin. But I knew I liked it when Rhys called me his darling - and I didn’t want him to stop that, either.

“Anything. Just not coffee.”

He laughed and crossed the room, heading into the parlour. Not long later he returned with a small platter of cheese, bread and fruit. “Here you go.”

“Thank you.”

As I ate, he went on: “Today is a big day. Meeting your sisters, sending this letter… We need to be on our best behaviour.”

I narrowed my eyes at him. “I will be if you are.”

His grin was infectious - I felt my own face mirror his.

“You are beautiful,” he murmured, with a slight shake of his head. I could tell he wanted to reach out and touch me again, but fortunately for us both, he resisted. “The Night Court is lucky to have you.”

I am lucky to have you.

That’s what he meant, and I knew it. But I didn’t have chance to reply because suddenly we heard several loud thumps on the front door.

Rhys held out his arm to me. “That will be Cassian and Az. Are you ready?”

I stood up tall and took a deep inhale. Was I ready to see my sisters again, after everything that had changed since I went under the mountain? Was I ready to spend time with Rhys and his brothers and pretend we were nothing more than mere friends? Was I ready to face the future, the inevitability of war?

No. But with him, I could do it. I would do it. Just yesterday morning, he had knelt at my feet and called me his salvation.

What I had learned since then was that he was mine, too.

II TBC...

[bonaxie]

Scars are who we are (Comfy-vember day 9)

It had been about 6 months since the war began, and Wolffe had already found himself in a MedBay more times than he could count. He didn't like going there, nobody did, really, but he knew when he needed care.

Waking up in a MedBay without remembering how you get there was definitely strange, but unfortunately not uncommon for Wolffe.

But this time, when he opened his eyes, he realized that there were several things wrong. For a start, he was in a totally foreign environment, even if he could tell it was a place of medical care. However, something else soon came to take up all his attention. He couldn't see.

Or rather, he couldn't see entirely, and the whole right side of his field of vision was totally obscured.

Panicking a little but trying not to jump to conclusions, Wolffe straightened up into a sitting position with a small grimace and raised a trembling hand to his face, feeling with horror that the right side of his face was covered by thick bandages. Before he had time to panic further, the door to the bedroom, fortunately on his left, opened and Wolffe immediately turned his attention back to it.

And no more surprises, for he knew well the person who had just entered the room. "General Buir." he sighed.

The first time he'd called his General that, he'd thought he'd die of shame, until Plo Koon learned the meaning of the word and assured Wolffe, and everyone else for that matter, that he didn't mind at all, quite the contrary, and that they could even remove the ‘General’ in front of the ‘Buir’ if they wished. By this time, however, the Wolfpack had taken to calling him ‘General Buir’, and the title stuck, spreading even outside the 104th and to a good majority of GAR battalions.

"Wolffe." The Kel Dor saluted as he closed the door behind him and walked over to the bed on which his Commander was still ensconced. "How are you feeling?"

Wolffe felt like replying that he was doing very well but held back, examining himself a little more before answering. "Pretty well. I can't see anything on the right, but given the thickness of the bandages on my face, that's hardly surprising." He replied honestly.

"Ah yes, about that..." The Jedi started, not finishing his sentence.

"What's going on? And where are we? This doesn't look like the MedBays found on GAR ships."

"No, indeed. We're on Coruscant, at the Jedi Temple. Specifically in the Halls of Healing." Plo informed him.

The Jedi Temple? The Halls of Healing? That was new. Wolffe had heard of it, of course, but he'd never been there. What had happened to him to land him here?

"What happened to me?" He asked.

"Don't you remember?" Plo worried.

"It's all a blur. I vaguely remember the Sith apprentice and fighting her, but that's it." Wolffe admitted.

"I see. You've been in and out of consciousness ever since, so it's not surprising that you don't remember everything. What happened was that during your fight, Ventress, the Sith apprentice, dealt you a rather violent blow to the face, at the level of your right eye. Given the extent of the damage, you've been repatriated here so that the Temple's Healers can take care of your eye."

"So what? What's the result?"

The Jedi hesitated a moment before answering. "Despite their best efforts, your right eye was too badly damaged and they couldn’t save it. They had to remove it."

Wolffe's world stopped at that moment. His eye... he no longer had a right eye. He was one-eyed. It was... hard to realize. What was far less so, however, was what his fate would be.

"Okay. I... A new Commander will be sent from Kamino soon, but in the meantime, Boost and Sinker should be able to manage to lead the 104th . It's been an honor to serve with you, General Buir." Wolffe's throat tightened as he spoke these words, but he knew they were necessary.

"Wolffe." Called the Jedi softly. "What are you talking about?"

"Sinker and Boost will occupy my position until I'm replaced. It can take several weeks for Kamino to send out a new Commander."

"I'm afraid I don't understand. Don't you want to stay with the 104th ? Do you wish to be reassigned to another battalion? I'll understand if that's the case."

"I want to stay with the 104th , General Buir, more than anything. But that's not going to happen, I'm well aware of that."

"Can you tell me what's going to happen then?" Plo asked, still looking lost but keeping his composure.

"I'm going to be sent back to Kamino, where the Kaminoans can... take care of me. And once that's done, they'll send a new clone Commander for the 104th ."

Why couldn't Wolffe say things clearly and say that word? He knew this was what awaited him. This was what awaited all defective clones. And by losing an eye, Wolffe was defective. He could no longer serve the Republic, so he was going to be replaced.

And it was at this point that Plo seemed to understand what his Commander was talking about. He had, of course, read Master Shaak Ti's reports since her arrival on Kamino on the living conditions of the vode, but he had maybe chosen to conceal some of the darker aspects of Kaminoans practices, notably the fate they reserved for clones deemed "defective". The Jedi had put an end to these practices, but it seems that the word had not yet reached all the vode.

"Wolffe. No. You're not going to Kamino and you're not going to be replaced, not if that's not what you want." Assured the Jedi.

It was Wolffe's turn to stop, not understanding. "I don't understand, Sir. Without my right eye I can no longer take part in the fighting. I'm no longer useful to the Republic. With this wound I'm defe-"

"If you finish that sentence, I'm going to get angry." Plo cut in, in a voice calm but full of anger. "Wolffe, you are not defective. None of you are, for whatever reason. Your injury doesn't change that. And you don't have to be useful to the Republic to have the right to live. I know you and your brothers weren't raised with that in mind, but that's over now. You won't be sent back to Kamino and you'll stay with the 104th , with the Wolfpack and with me, I promise."

"But I- My visual field is reduced by 50%, my depth perception is impaired and I can't see anything to the right, I wouldn't be of any use on the battlefield."

"That's part of the reason you were brought here. To be completely honest, we knew there was little chance of saving your eye, but that doesn't mean you're doomed to be one-eyed. There are high-performance ocular prostheses that can restore full vision. Yours is currently being prepared and can be installed in two days by the Temple's Healers.”

Wolffe was wordless for a moment before he managed to stammer something out. "I... I have no money to pay for this prosthesis, Sir. I don't know the exact price, but it must be very expensive."

"It's not a worry, you don't have to pay anything. If the GAR refuses to pay for the care of its soldiers, the Jedi Temple will. And if the GAR ever refuses, I know several Senators who are currently working on legislation for clone rights who would be delighted to hear about it." Plo added with a smirk, even though Wolffe couldn't see it.

"I'm not sure I'm worth all this, Sir."

"You are, Wolffe. You are worth it. I promise you everything will be fine and in two weeks, this will all be behind us." Plo asserted, placing his right hand on Wolffe's left shoulder.

The latter didn't answer, but leaned his head to one side, trying to wedge it against his General's hand.

Fortunately, Plo seemed to understand what he wanted, and in a few moves, Wolffe found himself in the arms of the Kel Dor, who was running a hand through the hair sticking out of the bandages, lightly scratching his skull.

"Everything will be fine Wolffe, I promise."

Wolffe still found it a little hard to believe, but for the first time since he'd woken up, allowed himself to think about it. Maybe he would. Maybe he'd be all right after all.

Wolffe remained like that, in General Buir's arms for several long minutes before straightening up. "Thank you, General Buir." he thanked him sincerely.

"It's my pleasure, Wolffe. Now, I'd stay with you all day, but unfortunately, my obligations to the Jedi Council await me." Plo said, rising to his feet.

"I understand. Thank you for coming to see me, Sir."

"Again, that's normal Wolffe. I have to go, but I don't think you'll be alone for long." Said the Jedi as he headed for the door.

Wolffe opened his mouth to ask what he meant by that, but before he could say anything, the Jedi was already gone.

So the Commander resolved to wait, letting his head fall back against the pillows behind him. Honestly, these few moments of calm were good for him, and he could think a little about what was going to happen now, even if it wasn't very clear yet. The General had said that his ocular prosthesis would normally be fitted in two days' time, but what was he supposed to do during those two days? Should he stay in the Halls of Healing? Should he go to the barracks and stay there? Was he allowed to go out on Coruscant? He didn't know.

He didn't have much time for such questions, as the door opened again after a few knocks. This time, Wolffe didn't know the person who had just entered, an orange-skinned Mon Calmari wearing an outfit that identified her as a Temple Healer.

Wolffe immediately tensed up and stood at attention, all the while sitting up in bed. There was nothing in the regs manuals about this kind of situation.

He didn't have time to panic too much about the protocols, however, as the Healer spoke quickly. "Oh, uh, at ease, Commander. You don't have to be so formal here." The Healer pointed out immediately.

Wolffe lowered the hand he'd raised in salute, but didn't really relax for all that. The Healer let a sad little sigh escape her at this, but quickly collected herself. "My name is Bant Eerin and I'm one of the Temple's Healer who took care of you, Commander...." She paused at the end, unsure of the name of the Commander in front of her.

"Commander CC-3636, of the 104th attack battalion." Wolffe replied.

"Oh, we don't use your code numbers here, unless you want us to. So if you've chosen a name you'd like us to use...?"

Wolffe didn't answer right away, observing the Healer in front of him, before inwardly declaring her trustworthy. "Commander Wolffe." he finally said.

"Pleased to make your acquaintance, Commander Wolffe. How are you feeling?"

"Aside from my eye, pretty good. Like after a mission."

"Okay. And when you say your eye, is it the lack of vision that bothers you or is the eye itself painful?"

Wolffe took a moment to examine himself before answering. "It's mainly the lack of vision on the right that bothers me. The pain is there but quite distant."

"I see. I know you were with Master Koon not long ago. What did he say to you?"

"Not much. That you couldn't save my eye, but that you were going to install a prosthetic eye instead." Wolffe replied, keeping his doubts to himself and repeating his General's words.

"That's right. Unfortunately, the damage was too extensive and despite our best efforts, we were unable to save your eye. Fortunately, it was only the eyeball that was damaged, and not the optic nerve, which means we won't have any problems installing the cybernetic eye. The eye is currently being created and will be ready for implantation in around two days' time. Until then, you'll need to keep this bandage on to protect the cavity and the scar."

"The scar?"

"Yes, the injury that caused the loss of your eye will unfortunately leave quite a significant scar on the right side of your face."

Wolffe nodded. "How big is the scar?"

The Healer stared at him for a moment before answering. "How would you like to see it, instead of me describing it to you?"

"See it? But I thought I was supposed to keep the bandage on."

"Yes, but since you're going to be able to go out in the afternoon, I need to redo the bandage to check the scar's progress, I might as well do it now, so it’ll be done. You can see it then, if you like." Bant suggested.

Wolffe didn't answer aloud, but nodded, accepting the proposal.

"Perfect. I'll get what I need to change the bandage and come back, it shouldn't take long."

"I'm not moving." Wolffe confirmed.

Bant smiled at him and quickly left the room, fetching what she needed.

Waiting for her to return, Wolffe had a few minutes to think things over. It was strange. He'd just lost an eye and he was worried about the size of his scar? It didn't make sense. But then, he supposed not everything always made sense, so he tried not to think about it too much.

A few minutes after Bant left the room, a knock sounded at the door, but it didn't open immediately. "Come in." Wolffe called, straightening up and wondering who it was.

What a surprise it was to see two people so similar and yet so different, one wearing white and gold armor, the other white and red. Neither wearing helmets.

"Fox. Cody." Wolffe said simply, not expecting to see his brothers here.

"Hey vod." Cody replied with a small smile as he stepped into the room, Fox remaining by the door.

"I didn't know you were on Coruscant."

"I arrived less than 2 hours ago. Fox was waiting for me at the hangar to tell me you were here so we thought we'd come and see you." Cody explained.

"And how did you know I was here, Fox'ika?" Wolffe asked.

"I'm the Commander of the Coruscant Guard, it’s a good thing I know what's happening on my planet." Fox replied.

Wolffe suspected it wasn't the whole truth, but he didn't feel like asking any more questions, so he let it go.

"How are you feeling?" Cody asked, refocusing on Wolffe.

"I'm fine." The wounded man replied immediately.

Fox snorted. "Liar." He accused. "You're in the Halls of Healing in the Jedi Temple, sitting in an infirmary bed and half your head is caught in a bandage so big your bucket wouldn't fit over your head right now. So don't try to make us think everything's okay."

Wolffe didn't answer immediately, but looked away a little, not looking at either of his brothers. Cody's hand on his shoulder made him turn back to him.

"Wolffe, what happened?"

"Ask Fox, he seems to know all about it." Wolffe growls.

"I know you were injured fighting Ventress, not the details. I don't even know why you're here and not at the barracks’ medbay." Fox replied, unfazed by his brother's cutting attitude.

Wolffe scowls at him for a moment before sighing and bowing his head again.

"Wolffe." Cody replied, a little more gently. "Tell us everything. Unless you want us to leave you alone, I'll understand."

Wolffe neither answered nor moved, and Cody sighed after a few minutes as he stood up. He didn't have time to take a step, however, when Wolffe grabbed him by the wrist without looking at him.

Cody, understanding this gesture for what it was, a request for him to stay, sat back down, simply exchanging a worried glance with Fox over his shoulder. It wasn't like Wolffe to act like this. Something serious must have happened for their brother to act this way.

"My eye's gone." Wolffe murmured after almost a minute of tense silence.

Cody widened his eyes and Fox, still a few feet away, wished he'd heard wrong. "What?" he managed to gasp.

"Ventress, the Sith apprentice. I don't remember our fight, but she managed to hit me in the face, on the right. They couldn't save my eye. General Buir said he wasn't going to decommission me and that I was going to get a cybernetic eye but... Yeah, that's what's going on." He finished with a shrug, trying to pretend it didn't affect him as he felt his left eye start to tingle.

And there, before he had time to say anything else, Wolffe found himself with his arms full of Cody, who had almost thrown himself at his brother.

"Codes..." He tried, unsure how to respond.

"Shut up and let me hug you. Fox, get you shebs in here."

For once, Fox didn't even hesitate and strode confidently over to Wolffe's bed, settling himself at knee level, resting a hand on his legs.

Wolffe felt with horror a tear slide down his cheek and went to wipe it away when he remembered that both his arms were blocked by Cody.

"It's okay vod, let it out, we got you." Cody reassured him.

"Nothing's getting out of here vod, you're safe." Fox added, leaning in a little to hug Wolffe too.

The latter let go at that moment and let the tears flow freely, burying his face in Cody's neck, hugging his brothers tightly.

How he managed to be so comfortable and at ease with his two brothers, both in armor, pressed up against him like that, Wolffe didn't know. But to tell the truth, he didn't really care and decided to indulge in this moment of weakness with Cody and Fox. He knew they wouldn't say anything or talk about it again if he didn't, so he didn't mind too much.

The three of them stayed like that for 10 long minutes before Wolffe straightened up a little and ran a hand over his face to wipe away his tears.

"Feeling better?" Fox asked with worried eyes.

"Yeah, thanks vod'ika." Wolffe replied, coming over to ruffle the hair of his youngest brother, who grumbled rhetorically, Cody with a thin smile on his lips.

Cody and Fox then climbed down from his bed, Cody sitting in the chair to the left of the bed and Fox remaining standing next to him.

Not wanting to leave his little brother standing, Wolffe looked around for another chair, and it was when he turned his head to look to his right that he realized there was a large window on the other side of the room. He hadn't realized it before, and knowing that there was a part of the room he couldn't see, where potential danger could come from, clearly made him anxious.

On the plus side, however, there was another chair on the other side of his bed, so he could tell Fox to take the chair and sit next to Cody. Conversely, if he asked Fox to move to his right, he wouldn't be able to see him, but his brother could watch his blind spot.

It was this option that won out in his mind and he turned his head, looking at the Guard Commander.

"Fox, can you...?" He asked, not knowing how to finish his sentence but looking at his right side again.

Fox followed his gaze and seemed to understand immediately and nodded right away, circling the bed. "I got you, ori'vod." He said, moving to Wolffe's right. He did, however, move the chair a little, placing it at the end of the bed, so that Wolffe could see him if he wanted by simply turning his head a little.

Knowing that his brother was now keeping his blind spot, and had even thought of moving to a place where he could see him a little more easily, Wolffe relaxed a little.

Cody opened his mouth to say something, but at the same moment, someone knocked on the door, which swung open to reveal Healer Eerin, returning with something to change the bandage on the wounded man's eye.

However, before she or Wolffe had time to say anything, Cody and Fox leapt to their feet in military salute.

"Marshal Commander CC-2224 of the 212th Battalion." "Commander CC-1010 of the Coruscant Guard." Cody and Fox said clearly, one after the other but without pause, so as to be both audible but wasting no time.

And as with Wolffe earlier, Bant seemed taken aback. "Uh, at ease, Commanders. As I was saying earlier to Commander Wolffe, we don't use your code numbers here, nor are we very formal."

Although with some hesitation, Cody relaxed. "Commander Cody." He introduced himself.

"Delighted to finally make your acquaintance, Commander. I've heard a lot about you, I'm Healer Bant Eerin."

Cody, a little confused by the first part of the Healer's sentence, quickly understood and the two exchanged a knowing smile, much to Wolffe's confusion.

"Do you know each other?" he asked.

"Not directly, no." Cody replied. "But we do have a mutual acquaintance."

The two exchanged one more glance before speaking at the same time. "Obi-Wan Kenobi.” "General Kenobi."

Wolffe understood at that moment, Cody having often lamented his Jedi's more-than-selfless and reckless attitudes. "I see." he said simply.

He then turned his head slightly and realized that although Fox was no longer standing at attention, he was still tense, in perfect parade rest.

"It's okay, Fox'ika." He said. "You can relax, The Halls are a safe place for us."

Clearly, Fox was more than a little wary, giving the Jedi small glances, hesitant to trust his brother, and Cody and Wolffe wondered what could have happened to their little brother to make him so defensive around Jedi. Fortunately, neither of them had to intervene, as Bant caught them both off guard.

"Commander Fox, I'm sorry and apologize for any unpleasant interactions you may have had with natborns, I know some can be... a lot. But I speak for all the Temple Healers when I say that here, all vode are safe. No harm will come to you and you will be treated as equals to the Jedi. The Jedi Council also shares these ideas and although I cannot speak for all my Jedi colleagues, we recognize the vode as independent people and here, you will always be considered as such." Bant ended her little speech with a quick bow.

She was unfortunately aware that some... being, were more than a little unkind to clones, regarding them more as meat droids than sentient beings, but this was not her case, nor that of the Jedi Council. Apologizing for the mistreatment the Guard Commander had suffered was the least she could do, while hoping to make him feel safer here.

To say Fox was surprised was an understatement. Firstly, because the Jedi had used the terms vode and natborn, terms used mainly by clones. And because no one had ever apologized for the mistreatment he'd received.

Wolffe and Cody were a little less surprised, having already received several similar apologies from their respective Jedi, but hearing this kind of thing was always touching. Still sensing his little brother's hesitation, Wolffe reached out his left hand and placed it gently on Fox's wrist, causing him to flinch slightly.

"We're not on Kamino anymore, vod'ika. We're free here. And we're safe." Assured the wounded man.

A complicated expression passed over Fox's eyes, before he camouflaged it and relaxed a little more, turning to Bant. "I apologize for my reaction, Healer Eerin. You don't need to apologize, you've done nothing wrong."

Bant seemed delighted with this answer and sent a beaming smile to the three brothers. "Thank you, Commander Fox. Now I'm here to change your bandages, Commander Wolffe."

Wolffe nodded and exchanged glances with Cody and Fox, silently asking them to stay. The other two immediately agreed.

"Can my brothers stay?" Wolffe asked the Healer.

"Naturally. I'm simply going to need access to your right eye."

Wolffe nodded again and, with a glance, asked Fox to step back a little to make room for the Healer. Fox complied, remaining within his brother's peripheral field of vision.

Bant then approached Wolffe's side, and, warning him of all her actions so he wouldn't be taken by surprise, set about undoing the bandages. It took a few minutes, but Wolffe eventually felt the air in the room come into contact with his right eye, although this did nothing to change his vision, as he already knew.

Before he could say anything, he heard Cody's little whistle. "Well vod, I think your scar is even bigger than mine." He said, his tone light.

Wolffe looked at the left side of his brother's face, and in particular at the scar around his eye.

Inwardly, he had a small moment of panic because Cody's scar was really big, so if his was even bigger, how big did it have to be? But he chose to try and make fun of it.

"I'm sure mine's even bigger than yours." he challenged.

There was movement to his right, and when he turned his head, he saw that Fox was handing him a small pocket mirror. "Check it out for yourself, vod."

Apprehensive, but knowing he couldn't put it off indefinitely, Wolffe brought the mirror up to his face and saw that Cody was right. His scar ran from the top of his forehead, just millimeters from his hairline, down in a straight line to the middle of his cheek, crossing his now empty eye socket. And even without measuring it, he knew it was indeed larger than Cody's.

"I’m winning." He said simply with a croaked smile.

"Do you want us to measure the size of our scars to see who has more?" Fox asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Nah, I wouldn't want to humiliate you." Wolffe replied.

Despite his light-hearted tone, Cody and Fox knew at once that this was just a facade, and that their brother was in reality much less sure of himself than he let on. They chose, however, to say nothing and wait until they were alone with him again.

Fortunately, Bant didn't take long to redo the bandage and then released Wolffe, telling him he was free to go pretty much wherever he wanted as long as he stayed calm enough and didn't remove the bandages. He was also instructed to call The Halls directly if he felt unwell, but otherwise he was free.

It was thus flanked by Cody and Fox that Wolffe left The Halls of Healing, Cody on his left and Fox still on his right, covering his blind spot and letting his shoulder rub against Wolffe's every few steps to assure him of his presence.

"You're up for a drink?" Cody asked as they exited the Temple, thankfully without running into many people.

Wolffe hesitated. Yes, a drink would do him good, especially as the atmosphere at 79's was always good. But on the other hand, he didn't really feel like showing off with his wound so visible. Because, after all, even if the scar wasn't entirely visible, there was nothing discreet about his bandage, and it didn't take a genius to guess what it was hiding.

"Scars are who we are, vod." Fox interjected, having followed the injured man's train of thought. "Nothing to be ashamed of. It just shows what you've been through."

"Our scars are not a sign of weakness," Cody continued. "On the contrary, they're proof that we've survived and that nothing can stop us. We're warriors, vod, let's be proud of it."

Wolffe nodded, agreeing to follow his brothers for a drink. He might not be totally serene yet, but he knew that with his brothers by his side, nothing would happen to him. Besides, Fox was right. Their scars were something that set them apart. Another proof that they were all unique.

So Wolffe decided to wear his with pride, rather than shame. True, he didn't have much choice with the location of his wound, but that was only a detail.

@comfy-vember

[maibeewrites]

ULTRAVIOLENT || Chibs Telford x Y/N

part II. and you'r my cult leader

The next day she woke up with a horrible headache. But she couldn't rest at home, she awoke to a call from Tig. Church meeting.

Well, just what Y/N needed. From the moment she woke up, the only thing she could think about was the night before. The pain of it all, her betrayal, Chibs's betrayal. How he hit her. And how he took care of her after. But it didn't matter. If she ever had hopes for her and him, after last night, it was all gone.

Walking into the bathroom she looked in the mirror. She was taken aback by how bad she looked. Her eyes were bruised from her eyebrows down until her cheeks. Above her right eye there was a cut, which turned into a scab overnight. The same on her lips. She cleaned herself up and put clean stitches over it. Her whole face was swollen.

After the shower, she dried her hair, and whilst drinking a cup of tea and smoking a cigarette, she held a bag of frozen peas over her face, hoping to reduce the swelling. She didn't ever bother with makeup, knowing that her condition was far from concealable.

She put on a pair of skinny brown jeans, and a loose cream colored turtleneck blouse, put on her cut, and after completing her outfit with black boots, she was out the door.

She arrived just on time. Usually she is always early, but she didn't want to spend more time at the clubhouse today than it was necessary.

When she walked in, all of them were at the bar. Jax, Tig, Happy, Quinn, Bobby, Juice, Opie and Chibs. The prospects were cleaning up.

When they first saw her, everyone got quiet for a second.

"Holy shit." Jax exclaimed "Who did this to you?"

"Girl, are you okay?" asked Tig, and he quickly walked up to her and held Y/N's face gently in his hands.

"Yes Tigger. I'm okay guys. This was some personal stuff, there is nothing to worry about." She tried to sound as convincing and confident as she could.

"That is certainly a thing we should be worried about" said Bobby.

"The person who did this to you is an animal. That is all that I'm saying." Quinn spoke. Even Happy looked concerned.

Opie and Juice didn't say anything but were very conflicted. Opie hugged her shoulders as they went in to the Table.

Chibs haven't said a word. He didn't even look her in the eye.

"So, before we talk about what is on our plate with the Mayans, Y/N, you have to tell us what happened. Who hurt you?" Jax asked.

They all nodded and turned to her.

"This was personal business, and I do not wish to tell you just now. I can't tell you, trust me." She looked Jax straight in the eye, with a knowing look. At first Jax just stared at her, but after some monent, she could see that he finally understood what happened. After all, Jax and Chibs were the only one knowing about the ratting. Jax glanced at Chibs who was continuously staring at a specific part of the table in front of him. He then looked back at Jax, and the President understood everything.

"Fine. I respect that Y/N."

"But that is not okay? Somebody hurt her. Who was it? A lover maybe?" Tig guessed.

"He is right, we have to protect her" Juice added.

Y/N chuckled at Juice's suggestion that she needs protection, but smiled at him. She loved Juice, he was so cute, like a little brother to her.

"If pres said to leave it, leave it." Chibs finally looked up and at Y/N. His voice was strict.

After that, the subject changes to Alvarez getting into the Diosa business. They all voted aye for allowing the mexican to buy out Nero's part.

"And guys, I have some good news. We will have a big party tonight. We are all set, things going okay for now. Everyone, wind down, have fun." Jax said and hit the table with the gavel.

Y/N didn't want to spend her time at the clubhouse. She almost immediately got up, and left.

Honestly, the only thing Y/N wanted was to lay in her bed, eat some ice cream, watch a movie and fall asleep. Luckily, there was no more club business for that day, so she went to the grocery store before heading home, where she bought some frozen pizzas, and ice cream. She rode home and was all set for the day.

She took another shower. There was something about feeling clean. She put on a new set of baby pink pyjamas, and crawled into her bed. She got overwhelmed by the tv selection, and after finding nothing she was in the mood for, she started watching a documentary about cheetahs.

She tried her best to pay attention to the hunting method of the animals, or her ice cream, or anything which was not Chibs, but she couldn't. She never wanted to see him again. At the same time all she wanted was him.

When she finished her sweets and put the spoon in the dishwasher, she heard knocking.

She froze. She didn't expect anyone. Her gun was in her bedroom, and her semi was near the front entrance of the house on the coat hanger.

By the time she thought of a solution, it didn't matter.

"Aye, it's me girl. Let me in, I want to talk to ya." It was Chibs. Y/N felt like her heart skipped a beat.

She walked up to the front door.

"What do you want?" She spoke softly, just loud enough for the man outside to hear.

"Let me in. I just want to check up on you." She couldn't figure out Chibs's intentions. It dawned on her, that she was scared. Scared of her friend, brother... She felt incredibly weak and bitter.

"Y/N?"

"I'm scared." That was her response.

------------Chibs' POV----------

"I'm scared." Her voice was so weak, so soft, he could hear the fear and it crushed him. She was everything. The most amazing, interesting, caring and smart women he has ever known. She made a mistake, she had to pay. Or maybe he was too harsh?

He felt as if his heart was sinking to the deepest void.

"Please sweetheart. Let me in, I am not here to hurt you. I just want to..." But what did he want? Himself didn't even know. "I just want to see you."

The door slowly, very slowly opened. Her small frame seemed even smaller now. Barefoot, with her pink pyjamas she was like a little girl. Only little girls don't have their faced wrecked by big bad bikers.

Chibs walked into the house. When he heard the door close behind him, he straight up walked up to Y/N who instantly stepped back until her back hit the wall.

"Don't." He said and embraced her in his arms. At first she froze but then put her arms around him. She smelled like fresh bodywash, clean bedsheets and candy. She was so pure at that moment.

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He smelled like tobacco, gasoline and dirt. His strong arms somehow calmed Y/N down.

"I'm here." She said.

"And so am I. I am sorry, I shouldn't have done this to you."

"No, if you haven't done this, maybe somebody else would've done even worse. I could be dead, Chibs. For what I've done."

He didn't reply. Instead, he picked her up, initially in bridal style, but she eagerly put her legs around his waist.

They looked each other in the eye, and then Y/N caressed Chibs's glasgow smile.

"Take me to bed."

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Prompt: 6. Out Of Care [C2]

Pairing: Turpin x fem!Reader

POV: Second, Reader & Third, Turpin

Setting: Turpin’s house

Continuation of: Prompt 4. Sharing

A/N: And we're back to our dear Judge Turpin this Wednesday! 😍👏 I'm honestly super excited about this story and feel my creativity brewing and bubbling like crazy this December - all the stories have me aching to write more 😂👏

Anyway, I'm hoping you're all in good spirits, that December is treating you nicely (kicking it in the tush if not) and that you're feeling ready for more Rickman content! 🥰❤ (Reminder, the Turpin serial for Rickmas2023 will get darker before we get the HEA)

Tags/TW’s: Regrett, Worry, Wanting Forgiveness, Reunion, Returning Home, Half-Admitting Feelings [Love, Fear, Hurt, Want], Changing For Another, Admitting To Wrongfulness/Selfishness, Pillow Hugging, Slightly Smutty Thoughts

Abbr.: Y/N - Your Name

Word Count: 3.1k+

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⩤• You •⩥

The echo of the door slamming shut, the memory of stumbling down the stairs, it was all so fresh in your mind. It nearly felt as if it had just happened, a mere second ago, yet it had been two days. Your husband had been gone for two days, after a fight you had never imagined ever having. His words, those cold accusatory truths, made you shiver. The remnants of the revelation of how selfish you had been, how single-mindedly you had been viewing Christmas, and the whole thought process behind decorating your home for the holiday.

You shivered and glared at the overly decorated tree, it ought to have caught fire with the intensity of your eyes — it did not, of course, burst into flames. “I did warn you, me Lady,” said Miss Lowel as she sat a tray of tea down on the table in the drawing room. “His Lordship does not take the holidays lightly, me Lady.” “You don’t say…” you murmured with a snark in your voice. “Could have been worse, me Lady. Could have put you out.” “Instead he abandoned our home. Me.” “Me Lady?” You looked toward her. “Does the lady… Do me Lady fancy his Lordship?” she asked timidly, her hands held tightly before her while a look of trepidation and something close to disgust flitted across her sweet features.

You sighed, averting your gaze to the hearth and the glowing embers within it. Is there a point in denying it any longer? If I didn’t, I wouldn’t feel so… sad… “Yes, Miss Lowel. I-, I do,” you said quietly. “I think… I think perhaps I may have come to like the man, a bit.” A lot… Miss Lowel smiled, but it was a forced sort of thing. “I see, me Lady.” “Not that it matters, the man could never feel a thing for me, I’m not sure he’s capable of feelings of a positive nature.” “Oh, I don’t know about that, me Lady. His Lordship is quite… different with you.” “Ha, funny, Miss Lowel, very funny,” you said dryly, reaching for the teacup. “He barely speaks a word to me, at dinner he does not so much as hold half a conversation with me, he always storms off to his study, to the court, away from me.” “His Lordship eats dinner at home, he quietly watches you speak, he offers space and no forced proximity, apart from insisting on sharing a bed but, if I may be so bold, I dare say there’s been no coercion inside the bedroom, me Lady?”

Your eyes bulged at her brazen words and forward manner. She spoke the truth though. So you nodded. “I dare say that is quite the change from the man I have served these past four years, me Lady.” “How so?” you asked while sipping your tea, endeavouring to not appear too hungry for information about the man who grasped your heart tighter with each passing day.

“Neither of the things I just mentioned would have been connected to His Lordship before your arrival miss. I do not think I’ve once served him dinner at home before ten in the evening before your arrival, me Lady, and even those times were rarities. This was not a place he remained for more time than necessary. And conversation within this house, no, that was not a possibility, yet you are given time to speak, not simply to reply to commands. Me Lord even listens, that is quite something, me Lady.”

You looked at her, wondering if she’d lost her mind — had too much eggnog perhaps? “That’s silly, Miss Lowel.” “Silly? His Lordship has changed with your arrival.” “I highly doubt it has anything to do with me, the man is brutal and cold. Unfeeling. I will not even attempt to pretend to possess any value for him beyond being his wife as the daughter of an upstanding and wealthy family. He seems to be a man completely out of care for anyone and anything, I am no different to him than any other person.” Miss Lowel bowed her head with a straight face. “If you say so, me Lady. I do not possess the frankness to contradict your words.” The maid left the room while your thoughts whispered, you just did.

***

The last piece of Christmas decore landed in the sack by your feet. The house was restored to its less festive state after a couple of hours of your hard work. It had taken longer to put it all up than take it down, down was easy, especially with a simmer of anger and hurt in your muscles which had forced you to move faster.

You wouldn’t admit to it, but you hoped he’d return and you’d be forgiven for what you’d unwittingly done. Your intentions had been good, but Richard’s view of it all had changed your perspective of your actions. He hadn’t been wrong, you hadn’t talked with him, asked him, or even thought of taking his input on decorating the house. But, how could you have known the man didn’t like Christmas?

He may hold no care for me, or anyone else in the world, but I can still care for him. Can I not? I can still change and do things out of care for him even if it’s not reciprocated. But you knew it would be a difficult task, loving and caring for someone who housed none of that love or care in return, but you were a stubborn person. Once you set your mind to something you refuse to back down or give up until you have enough evidence to show something was an impossibility. Perhaps that was why you had been used by people you believed to be your friends, even family, before?

You had dragged the sack back to the attic, locking the door again before heading toward the drawing room where you plopped down in a graceless heap on the sofa. Miss Lowel had stoked the fire recently it seemed so you soaked up the warmth by pointing your feet toward the hearth, watching the flames dance while your heart turned heavier.

You had no idea where Richard had gone, he had said he would not return until after Christmas to give you your holiday cheer but you had never felt as dreary or sad in December before. Especially now, with no holiday cheer to be found in your home. It felt utterly wrong, but the way Richard had reacted and how he had felt when seeing all the decorations you’d spent the entire day putting up had been worse. That you’d hurt him made you feel beyond heavy, no matter if it was on purpose or not. He’d been hurt, and you had for the first time gotten to hear of his emotions — how he saw it all.

“Sharing, as in taking the liberty to completely alter my one sanctuary without so much as a word with me beforehand? Sharing seems to be all, about, you,” he had seethed two days ago, for the first time truly sharing how he felt and it had hurt you deeply. Admittedly, in the moment, you had felt hurt yourself by his words but now, with some time to think of it all and look at it from his viewpoint, you felt horrible at having caused him harm.

What did he mean by his sanctuary? You didn’t quite understand that, he didn’t act as if his home was a sanctuary. Did he mean from the holiday? I mean, all of London is filled with Christmas cheer — carols, decorations, happier people, all the markets and — Your mind turned quiet as you understood what he’d meant.

Christmas was inescapable. One foot out the door and there was a carol floating on the wind, the smell of roasted chestnuts, someone ringing a bell for donations to the poor during the time a year of giving and gifting. The holiday was tangible everywhere, oppressively so if one disliked it… To give up the holiday wasn’t a possibility for you, though. You’d celebrate, but perhaps you didn’t need to do so in a way that reached or imposed itself on your husband — after all, Christmas wasn’t actually about the decorations, the songs, the food, or even the gifts. No, it was about a feeling, a sense of hope and joy, a warmth on the inside rather than sparkling surroundings.

You stood up, patting down your dress. “I can do that. But, how do I tell him I took it all down?” You nibbled your bottom lip, wondering if your husband was at court perhaps — it was Wednesday after all. “Should I even bother him? Can I go to him?” His angry features, his cold eyes, the harsh tone of his voice — it all told you you couldn’t. Richard was a man who made his own choices, took his own decisions, and as far as you knew he never went back on his word.

He had declared he’d be back after Christmas, perhaps all you had to do was wait for time to pass, respecting his choice? You’d already overstepped so greatly it felt as if seeking him out would only enrage him, perhaps forever close off the slightest possibility he’d ever grow close to you as you had grown to truly like him. You dared not think the feelings you had for the man were even deeper than that; if you admitted to it things would become far too hard to endure. You had had hope the feelings were mutual, the difference between the man you had heard of before wedding him and the man he was around you were far different from each other. 

You sighed and looked at the clock, it struck eleven and it was time to sleep. You moved through the silent house, halting by the guest room, a sense of lacking enveloped you as your fingers lingered on the knob. You glanced down the hall, toward the door leading into your shared bedroom. You missed him. Missed sleeping next to him, and as Miss Lowel had pointed out there had never been anything more than sleep happening in there since you moved in. He’d never forced you, never asked you, never even so much as changed in the same room. He’d respected you, and your privacy, only sharing a bed through sleep. Why it was like that you didn’t quite know, your husband had been known to take whores before your wedding but not once had you noticed such a thing happening after you became his wife.

Your face mushed against his pillow a few minutes later. You inhaled his distinct scent, a shiver slid down your back before you squeezed the feather-filled thing. You curled up in a ball for a moment under his cover, thinner than yours but comforting despite not fully keeping you warm. “I miss you,” you whispered and inhaled deeply, feeling yourself go heavy by the comfort of his scent.

⩤• Turpin •⩥

The wind tugged at the ends of his hair peeking out beneath his top hat. The house lay nearly dark, save for one single candle in the window of his bedroom. The bedroom he shared with you. There were differences to when he had stormed out of the house though. The curtains were changed back to their ordinary ones, there were no longer any decorations in the windows from what he could tell, empty as usual.

The cold had begun to slip inside his clothes, yet he remained on the sidewalk across the road — watching his house in a tense silence. For two days he had stewed over his reaction, his behaviour towards you when you had so obnoxiously obviously been exuberantly happy about decorating the house for Christmas. Everywhere his eyes had gone there had been reminders. Old decorations, from his time as a boy when joy was as far from Christmas as one could get despite the house being abysmally drenched in beautiful decorations looking to spark a sense of awe. All it ever meant for him were dread, loneliness, and pretending.

His family, rich and well-off as it was, had no real riches beyond money and status. His mother was a shell of a human, his father a devil of cruelty, his brother a demon of wickedness, and his sister… dead. The one who had been a joy, had died far too young, and what little love there had been in the mansion of a house went with her.

He shrugged, flexing his fingers within the leather gloves to bring some blood and warmth back to the tips. His eyes remained fixed on the dreary-looking house, darker than others along the street with not so much as a glimmer of a sparkle or flicker of an ornate lantern anywhere to be found. It had his jaw clenching as he thought of the sparkle that had been in your eyes before he’d snuffed it out with words of cruelty. Honest words, yet cruel in their harsh nature.

His spine stiffened as the curtain flickered in the bedroom. Mrs Lowel appeared, blowing out the candle, and given her timid motions he guessed you lay fast asleep in the bed he usually shared with you. Our bed, our home, my wife… My sweet wife… He drew a deep breath and marched towards the door on stiff legs while his mind ran rampant — wondering if you could forgive his outburst and rage, his words and behaviour. You were a joy in his dark life, and as he opened the door that very darkness seemed to glare at him.

All your work, all your thoughts, all your sparkling wonder; all of it was gone. He found not a single shred of tinsel, not even a lonesome garland remained as he removed his cloak and snow-covered boots, stepping into a pair of slippers while looking all around him at the utter lack of Christmas. That you listened and possibly respected him enough to remove it all made a warmth bloom in the pit of his stomach where a knot had formed over the whole situation. I usually do not care. I am not a caring man. I am not a man who cares for others’ emotions, yet, I find myself caring for yours most deeply. Disturbing business.

He moved up the stairs, his steps heavy yet quiet. His heart beat harder for each stride while his hand glided along the railing — partly for support as he felt himself waver at the possibility you may not be able to forgive him. Or, worse, you would possibly only do so with an explanation, a tale of his past he never wished to divulge.

He quietly opened the door, his body tense and his face set in a stoic mask as he struggled for the control he nearly always held a firm grasp of. When his eyes landed on your sleeping form, curled up on his side of the bed with his pillow held in a vice grip against your chest half buried under his cover, his heart stuttered and his body stiffened.

You were beautiful, angelic in your sleep, and he had to resist the urge exploding within his body as it had done every day since you became his wife. He yearned to touch each part of you, kiss each sliver of skin, caress each dip and mound, and explore every aspect of your body in its entirety. Months upon months had passed since he last took pleasure from another body. Ever since he vowed before God and congregation, before you, to be your faithful husband he had not touched or even looked at another woman. You were the only one for him, yet your innocence had proven a difficult thing to conquer. His own sins were like long shadows keeping him away, forcing him to wait for you to come to him willingly. He had tried, by God and Heaven, he had tried to be kind and caring, thoughtful and patient, yet you had not come to him still.

He stepped up to the bed, his eyes roaming your outline, and reached out his still-cold hand. His fingers graced your cheek, stroking away a tendril of hair so utterly soft to the touch he twirled it once between his fingers before letting go. “Sweet wife,” he whispered and just barely stopped himself from leaning in to kiss you. You stirred at his deep voice. “Richard?” you asked, your eyes blinking away the haze of sleep while he stood over you with nothing but his willpower to respect and be kind towards you keeping him in place while he watched your eyes clear — sleepy, to happy, to sad. It tore at his heart that your eyes no longer sparkled like last time he had come home.

“I took it down,” you whispered, your voice a meek sound. “I saw.” “Will you stay now?” He blinked at that, his brain addled with worry and an uncomfortable amount of desperation to hold you close. He was far too enchanted, in far too deep when it came to you. Not that he could verbally admit that. “I will,” he said, his voice a quiet drone while he attempted to keep himself in control. “Will you—” “I’ll move,” you said before he could ask for your forgiveness, and you shimmied out from his cover while laying his pillow in its proper place before situating yourself on your side of the bed. Not once did you expose any part of your nightdress-clad body — to his utter dismay and relief at the same time.

“I won’t look,” you whispered while turning around to face the window, giving him your back. He wished to turn you over again, make you watch him undress, make you see what you always did to his anatomy. But he did not. He watched the back of your head with growing agony and want, with a wish for forgiveness he could not quite bring himself to ask for now that his body burned with lust despite the cold sadness you emitted. I am a lesser man, thinking of ravaging you at a time like this. I will not yield to it, love. I vowed to myself you would be the one to come to me. If I so perish without ever having felt your warmth, it shall be so.

He slipped on his nightshirt and slunk in under the cover, keeping space between you both. The warmth you left behind, the wonderful scent now embedded on his side of the bed, made his entire body turn rigid. You were perfection, and now he may have ruined whatever chance he had so painstakingly long worked to gain. He drew a deep breath, your warmth and closeness offering relief of the acutest kind, and fell asleep in a matter of seconds. Too drained to remain in the moment, too comforted by your closeness to resist the relaxation. The knot in his stomach was ignored for the moment as dreams slipped in with nothing but you in them.

…To Be Continued…

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A/N: Uffh, these two have me in such a grip - and their story isn't quite at the HEA yet 👀 I'm kinda itching to make Y/n a bit more fierce, after all, her emotions are running rampant and Richard isn't really in control of his emotional state either - they have a lot to figure out between themselves and perhaps we ought to throw in another curveball or two to really make them argue (or perhaps bang) it out? 🤔🤭❤

Q: Do you have any tradition of your own around this time of year that you always keep? A: I have a few, one of my longest-running ones is being the one to put up and decorate the Christmas tree (the first weekend of December since I moved out of my childhood home). I've been in charge of doing the tree since I was a teenager and I've always loved it 🥰🎄✨

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