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skxllz · 1 year ago

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Jealous Ian and Mickey??

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“ 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐲? ”

warnings; mickey being mickey. physical violence (typical shameless shit). ian with rings + getting arrested hehe. blood mention. I think that's it??

date posted; 12.9.23

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usually, ian wasn't the type to get jealous. he had his moments in the past with mick’, with that fucker that had talked shit on ‘im at the bar. and maybe that angie girl... but that was a while ago. maybe even with svetlana, but of course that couldn't be helped. and maybe that one time when they first met you...

okay, maybe ian did get jealous. but that was besides the fact. he's never felt uncontrollable rage before when it's come to anyone other than mickey. the time mickey and svetlana married? he wasn't just heartbroken; he felt the need to actually kill terry and tell svetlana to fuck off in front of everyone, even though technically the circumstances weren't her fault. with you, he's never felt that — not since you started dating him and mickey.

it's funny really, for both of them. it was the moment ian realized he actually was in love with you — same for mickey. only, mick’ didn't realize until after the fact.

it started off with an actual date night between you three. ian told you that him and mickey planned one a while ago but it never sought through because some bitch named sammy got him arrested. you didn't know who the sammy chick was, and ian didn't explain who she was, but you mentally vowed that night to stick it to her. that's why you took them both out a week later, to some fancy restaurant on the west side.

mickey complained about a few things on the way there; the fact that he had to wear a tux, the way it fit him, and that the west side was the last damn place he wanted to be. he claimed it was where the ‘ rich bitches with those stupid nose bandaids ’ live and he wanted no part of that parade. you reassured him though that those noses of theirs would end up bleeding if they gave him the slightest problem.

to say the least, you gave him a boner and a good convincing.

after you arrived at the destination, you had watched while entering the restaurant as the two males gawked at the scenery of the place. it made ian question you just how you were going to afford everything —in which you laughed and just replied with “ don't worry, i’ ”— and mickey mutter under his breath just how much the golden posts by the doorway would go for on ebay. you swatted him on the shoulder since you heard ‘im.

you guys’ little trio was escorted generously to a nice window booth at the back of the restaurant, giving a nice view of the back patio where a fountain and little glowy fairy lights were displayed; giving off a familiar, comfortable feel. and, although you felt as ease, you could mickey still did not by the way he was tugging at different ends of his suit and scooting around in his seat.

“ mick- y’okay? ” ian asked, giving a puzzled questionable expression. the red head had been reading over the drinks menu when he noticed his boyfriend acting out of place.

“ this place gives me the fucking quivers... ” mickey muttered, once again shifting. “ I feel like ‘m bein’ stared at. ”

ian snorted at that. usually mickey didn't let shit get to him - especially people, at that. if there a problem, he'd sort it out himself, so why was he acting off now. “ why's that bothering you? ”

you were now looking at mickey as well, expecting him to answer as you raised your brows curiously. you too wanted to know why he was acting differently.

“ because, ” he sighed in frustration, only then leaning across to table to harshly whisper to Ian, while sparing you a slight glance. “ because I rather not fuckin’ ruin this night for y/n, okay? jesus christ. ”

ian's lips formed an o shape in realization. you were more sensitive than they were, so he could understand why mickey felt that way — didn't want to embarrass you or anything. if that happened, who knows how long of a grudge you'd hold.

mickey sat himself back just as a waiter approached. he was tucking in his finely pressed, button down shirt into his apron, not necessarily paying attention to his surroundings as he dropped a pen from his pocket. y/n realized — and, the good samaritan he was, he scooted out from the booth to crouch down and pick it up.

“ uh- here, ” he stood, pushing his hand out towards the waiter. “ you dropped this. ”

“ oh, ” the waiter extended a hand to take his writing tool back. and, as he did so, lifted his head, “ thank you- y/n? ”

“ blake? ” y/n asked, surprise on his face. “ holy shit. ”

that right there is when the first wave of jealousy struck in the night. the look of realization on both of their faces made Ian and mickey exchange glances — and, although ian felt a twist in his stomach, he wasn't exactly indifferent about the reunion just yet. mickey was, though. he looked sour.

and he was right to. throughout the remainder of the hours there, their waiter, blake, would always give you a smile that was always more than just a smile. he'd stop by more often than meant to, as well. asking for refills when it wasn't necessary, stopping by seconds later thinking he forgot a plate when in reality there was none to take. it pissed your boyfriends off - mickey especially.

the brunette had to withhold standing up and violating the guy where he stands. in mickey's mind, he wishes, wishes, that his stare alone could make this blake motherfucker burst into flames. it'd make his year. probably ian's too, because mick’ knew for a fact that his ginger companion was ready to blow the minute blake stopped by to give you the check.

ian's fingers were death-gripping his fork and his jaw was set. eyes pointed towards the table... and you were oblivious to it - cause you were too busy smiling at him.

“ say- ” blake spoke as he handed off the little black booklet to you, “ since it's been awhile, I was just wondering, would you like to hang out sometime? ”

mickey's head snapped up then. “ the fuck? ” he finally broke for the night. he's had enough. “ no- no, he won't like to fucking hang out sometime, ” mickey mocked, looking absolutely fed up. “ are you fucking nuts? you got some cotton in your damn brain- low iq? ”

the look on blake's face was priceless. his eyes were wide, jaw was dropped open. the hand that had stretched out to take the check back, paused midair. even you were looking at mickey like he was bat shit insane.

which, he probably was. but honestly, what do you expect with dating a milkovich?

“ you need to fucking scram before I pop your head off’a your body like a fucking cork. ” mick’ spat finally - and that was the straw that left the drink empty. you heard enough, scooting closer to mickey to calm him down.

“ mick- ”

“ who the hell are you talking to? ” blake's response made you whip your head around in his direction, eyes as wide as golf balls. was this kid crazy?

mickey looked at ian, who was already looking at him, ready to murder someone, before steering his eyes back onto the blonde male. “ I think I'm fuckin’ talkin’ to you- now y/n, sweetheart, move so I can kill this fucking rat. ”

by now, everyone around was staring. low, hushed voices whispering to one another, other waiters and waitresses watching the scene go down with saucer-bound eyes. a few folks had their phones out, recording, while others were on the phone with police.

“ I'm not moving. ” you sternly spoke, looking mickey in the eye so he knew you meant business. “ you promised you wouldn't make a scene tonight yet here you are, doing exactly that. ”

arms dramatically launched out of gesture to the blonde waiter, “ he was clearly hitting on you! ” mickey emphasized, making sure to get in through your head that you were being blind. you were. “ he wants in your fucking pants! ”

“ he does not want in my pants! ”

“ yes he fucking does! ”

“ stop swearing at me! ”

“ oh fuck off, get a grip! ”

you both were too busy arguing to notice that ian had gotten up from the table and approached blake. it wasn't until you heard gasps around you and a loud “ fuck! ” come from said blonde, followed by a thud, did you and mickey raise your heads.

ian was shaking off his hand with a blank mask of anger while blake lied on the floor, clutching his nose. blood gushed out through the cracks of his fingers, the red liquid flowing down and hitting the dark flooring of the restaurant.

people around looked frightened; staring at ian in horror, as if he was a monster. it was dramatic really.

a few of blake's coworkers rushed to his aid while ian walked back over to you both. his fist was raw and red, and his knuckles were slightly split open, but it wasn't too bad besides that.

“ holy shit... ” mickey breathed out, eyeing blake's bloody face from over your shoulder as he was stood to his feet. he was wobbly, wincing, trying not to shout as someone bumped him. it looked as if ian broke his nose. “ holy shit. ”

“ ian! ” you hissed, “ what the fuck! ”

ian shrugged, “ he got what was coming to him. he shouldn't hit on what isn't his. ”

you blinked lazily. shoulders slumping, breathing coming out in realization. “ but... I'm yours? ”

mickey scoffed and slipped his arm around your shoulders. “ are you insane? of course your ours, y/n. I wouldn't bite someone's fucking dick off for you if you weren't. ”

ian nodded towards mickey, “ what he said. I wouldn't just punch anyone. the dick deserved it. ”

you were silent for a moment, processing the emotions you felt. even though the gossip around you was annoying, you weren't necessarily mad at your boyfriends. moreso, you were just annoyed because the rest of the date was ruined. sure, you had dinner, but you wanted to do much more.

of course though, you couldn't, because the cops ran through the entrance seconds later.

“ he's over there! ” you saw the hostess point towards your red haired companion. ian swore under his breath, only to turn on his heel and book it in the opposite direction.

“ run, i’! ” you scream, looking worried.

“ fucking run like hell, ian! ” mickey looked worried too, surprisingly. I mean, it was his boyfriend, but usually he wouldn't let his emotions get the best of him cause of his pride. but here we are.

the night ended off with ian getting put into cuffs and walked out to the cop car. You and mickey both promised to bail him out somehow, and that you'd explain everything to his siblings.

“ oh- hey, y/n? ” ian called, just as the officer was shoving him into the vehicle.

“ yeah? ” you call back.

“ I love you! ”

your heart damn near skipped a beat. chest fell as you lost breath, a smile of joy spreading across your face. with happiness now in your heart, you lifted your hand, waving him goodbye.

that's when mickey suddenly pulled you by the arm, ripping a gasp from you, and kissed your temple.

“ I love you too, weasel. ”

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yourlittlebunnyy · 5 months ago

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fawn -tamlin x reader

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summary: Y/n is the youngest Archeron sister. The Cauldon trasforms her into a fairy, and there's only one certain thing in her life: she doesn't belong in the Night Court.

warnings: slightly suggestive, Tamlin (haters step back🙏🤺)

wc: 5,5k

enjoy😉

The Cauldron made you a fairy. A fairy. You scoff at the thought. Nesta has become death itself, Elain a seer. You a stupid, little, useless fairy.

That day, when Fae warriors came into your and your sisters' home and forced you into that place, you never thought you would end up with pearl-colored wings and be able to talk to flowers.

You've always been shy, you've always made yourself small in front of others, and when they threw you into that pile of magic, the Cauldron was generous, in the telling of your sister's lover.

"You went in last. It could have given you nothing, as it could have killed you, but it gave you wings. And flowers, plants, and everything a fairy possesses. You shouldn't pout." But you never asked for that.

When they pulled you out everyone's eyes were on you. How could they not? They had never seen such a thing. Sure, the Cauldron could turn a mortal into a Fae, but a fairy?

You didn't look anyone in the face that day, or the weeks that followed.

"I would like to learn to fly," you once said to Azriel. He replied that he could not teach you, that the fairies belonged to the Court of Spring and that even there they were so rare and secretive that no one knew anything about them.

"But you have wings, too. You just need to teach me how to move them. Please."

Azriel shook his head, a neutral expression on his face.

"I can't. Besides helping you support its weight, your wings are shaped differently from mine, they are smaller and more fragile. I cannot put your life in danger." The authoritative tone makes it clear that the conversation is over. You would have hoped to find a friend in him. Instead, every time you try to talk to him, his gaze has only coldness to offer. Perhaps all his warmth-which doesn't seem much to you at this point-is reserved for Elain.

So, for you, the days go on with no clear meaning. You are not allowed to leave the house, and you can only afford to observe Velaris, such a beautiful city and full of life, from the balcony of the house.

When Feyre returns, you thought for a moment that things would finally change. That she would convince someone to help you get to know your new form, your new being. But you were okay, sure, you were a little confused, but you were living. Elain was much sicker, and all your sisters' priorities belonged to her.

You found comfort in Lucien instead. A charming, red-haired Fae who had lived in the Spring Court for years. That's how you became friends: no one would take you into consideration, and you were desperate for some information, some help. And Lucien fortunately seemed to have answers to your questions.

"I remember you. That day, I mean." You and Lucien are playing chess. It is rare that you talk about that day, but sometimes it happens. You don't care much, talking about it with him has helped you in the past, "Actually, I don't remember much. I remember what Tamlin reminded me of."

Now that's new. Never once had the Fae told her about his High Lord turning his back on her sister. She knew something about it, but she didn't know the whole story.

"Did Tamlin recall to you about that day?" She asks a little incredulously. Lucien nods and tightens his lips, makes a move with a chessman, and a feline smile lights up his face.

"I think...," he freezes for a moment, as if to think carefully about his next words, "he's playing some kind of double game, with Hybern. To get information. He's a good male, only sometimes he struggles to show it."

You feel a twinge in your heart. You don't know why, you should be furious with the man who took your life to give you this. The man who hurt Feyre so deeply. But the way Lucien talks about it, with so much regret....

You are sitting on the armchair in your room, already wearing your nightwear. You have a book in your hands and are completely immersed in reading, so much that you don't hear someone's footsteps outside your door. You gasp when they knock. You place the book in the small coffee table, and you don't bother to fix yourself: Lucien had told you he would come by and deliver a few things before he leaves Velaris for good. You get sad at the thought.

When you open the door you find not the familiar face, but Feyre's.

"Hey." She greets you. You return the greeting and wait for her to tell you why she is here. Although your new life started off on the wrong foot, feeling ignored by your family and useless, everything healed over time. Now the relationship between you and Feyre is closer than ever, Nesta is doing well, Elain is working on it. You have also learned to accept your sister's Fae friends. You even talk to them from time to time.

"I'm sad that Lucien is leaving. Especially for you" You nod, you know there is something else she is not telling you, "You know how much I told you about the High Lords meeting? I'd like you to come too, if you feel like it." You don't hesitate when you say yes. Your sister told you that not everyone had confirmed their attendance, of whom Tamlin. And she did not tell you about what happened with him. But something inside you urges you to go and meet him. It's for my being, you think, I just want answers, that's why I'm so impatient.

That night you struggle to sleep. At dawn you stop tossing and turning in bed and start getting ready, by now you give up: you won't rest that night anyway.

"You look wonderful" Feyre's words make you smile. She takes Azriel's hand, and in the blink of an eye they transmute into the palace of the Court of Dawn.

After greeting the others politely, you realize that Tamlin is not coming. You do not understand the reason for the disappointment you feel. Perhaps it is even better, so you avoid any awkward situation that might arise with your sister and Rhysand.

The meeting begins, and it is just as you start to disassociate yourself from the High Lords' boring talk that Tamlin appears.

He is alone. You don't remember him from that day in the Cauldron. But he is as you always imagined him. His blond hair reaches a little below his shoulders, clearly unkempt. His green eyes remind you of the blossoming plains. His skin tone is a rosy tint, his facial features delicate, almost princely. He is the very definition of spring, you think. He is a beautiful man, and you understand why his sister was once in love with him.

The silence in the air is tense. Tamlin looks at each person and takes his time with each one. And when he gets to you -- you feel his gaze run through your body, but you ignore him. You make a mistake, though. You look up too soon and meet his eyes. And now the thing is clear as day to you, what you feel in the center of your chest.

A bond.

Tamlin is your mate.

His expression turns surprised, his lips tight and his jaw contracted. He doesn't say anything. He moves on to the next person as if he hadn't heard it himself. But you can't contain yourself, and before you can stop it, a gasp escapes your mouth and tears cloud your eyes. You back away, stumbling back in your chair.

"Are you all right?" Feyre asks you, visibly concerned. You do not answer, but it is Beron, High Lord of the Court of Autumn, Tamlin's friend, who answers for you.

"A bond." He says simply, his tone both haughty and amused. Feyre sniffs the air, looks at you. Then she looks at Tamlin. And then back at you again. The look in his eyes... Rhysand says something, but everything around you is a blur.

First the Cauldron made you a useless fairy. Next the Mother punished you by tying you to Tamlin.

You listen to no one, with hurried steps you leave the room. No one follows you. Good, you think, I don't have to explain myself to anyone for a while.

With one exception, someone has followed you. Your body recognizes him before you do, your heart beats wildly, and you could cry from how wrong this all simply is. Your sister was going to marry this man. And she didn't, she ran away because he did something terrible to her, and now it was going to be your turn.

You stop in the middle of the hallway, and Tamlin grabs your arm gently, leading you into a small room. You try to ignore how such a soft touch puts a pleasant twinge in your stomach. No, you would never do that to your sister.

When you enter, no one says anything for a while and you feel his gaze on you, making you blush. He doesn't even know your name, probably.

As if he hears your thoughts, the Fae speaks to you. "Y/n." His serious tone makes you set your eyes on his. This is so wrong, yet looking at your mate feels like the right thing to do.

"How-how do you know my name?"

Tamlin smiles at your words. An expression so different from the one you saw on his face when he first walked in. It fits him, you think, and fear invades your senses because of the things you realize you would do, because of that smile...

"I remember it ... from that day, with the Cauldron..." Your body stiffens, as if remembering who the male in front of you really is. What he did to you. What he has done to your family.

It doesn't matter that he is your mate, you think. Your body may react to his look and touch, but you will not be betrayed by it.

Tamlin probably feels your emotions through the bond, and with a step forward he grabs your arm gently. He needs to touch you, and you don't realize how much you needed him to touch you, too. You welcome his warmth without fighting back.

"I'm so sorry, Y/n. I'm not just saying this because you are my mate, " Both of you seem to feel satisfaction when he says such words, the bond in your chest seems to glow and sing "I... had to do terrible things to protect my court. To protect Prythian. It was not in the plan to do such a thing to you."

You think about his words, his eyes shining with sincerity. Lucien has told you things that would explain Tamlin's words, that actually make him a good male.

"Tamlin." To the sound of his name on your lips, the man suppresses a growl. "I... Lucien has been telling me things. And I believe you, and I believe you are good male. But the thing with my sister..."

The look in the Fae's eyes becomes embarrassed, and the emotions you feel through the bond are a mixture of shame and remorse. You don't know what happened between the two, but it must have been really difficult if it causes him such a reaction.

"I regret how I behaved. What I did. I was broken, as was she, and I didn't know what to do. I just wanted to protect her, and to this day I realize my mistakes."

You study his face. You find nothing but honesty and pure feelings, and he is really putting your instincts to the test. He's so handsome that you want to jump on him, but on the other side of the coin-you still don't know if you can trust him. But he's your mate, and he deserves at least a chance. There's such a battle inside your head.

"I forgive you. For the Cauldron, I mean. I don't know if she has forgiven you, or will but..." Your hand moves to his where he still holds your arm, both of you smiling. "I think you deserve a second chance, Tamlin. And I -- I'd like to try."

The smile he gives you, so genuine that it makes his eyes sparkle with brightness, makes you realize deep down that you made the right choice.

You have not made the right choice.

Neither you nor Tamlin ever returned to the meeting.

When you see your sister and the Inner Circle again, they are all furious with you. As if you chose the bond. You scoff at their looks.

"You disappeared all day with Tamlin. Do you realize that? What was I supposed to think you were doing with your mate, huh? Do you realize who we're talking about?" Rhysand yells at you. Feyre, who does not look angry but grieved, lays a hand on his arm, and after what seems like a brief mental conversation, the High Lord comes out with one last murderous look directed at you. Tears sting your eyes.

"Y/n, he didn't mean to be so mean, it's just that they have so many unfinished business..."

"What about you? What unfinished business do you have with him? Why do you all hate him here? And I'm not talking about the alliance with Hybern."

"None, Y/n. I have none. I have had my revenge. In all sincerity I wish him the best. And I want the best for you, too. So if you-if you've talked to him and he seems to-you seem to like him I won't have anything against you, or him, if you accept the bond." Saying these words seems like a great effort for her, but you appreciate it very much. Mor grimaces.

"No one? That male locked you up - no, he let you drown locked up inside his house. Don't you remember what condition I found you in? Well, in case you don't remember, I'll remind you, Y/n. That male after she was turned into a Fae locked her up in a room, denied her every single space of freedom until she went crazy and we rescued her. So don't-"

"Enough, Mor." Feyre says annoyed.

"You want the best for your sister, and you send her into Tamlin's arms without warning her what he would do to her?"

You are speechless. Tears wet your cheeks.

"But he told me-he told me he regretted it. That he was just as broken as you and that he just wanted to protect you..."

"Those are just words, Y/n. But in actions--what do you think is keeping him from doing the same thing to you? We will have no right to rescue you and bring you back here, because you are in fact his. Think carefully about what you want to do with such an individual." And with these words, Mor leaves the room, leaving you whimpering and afraid. Feyre approaches you and wraps you in a hug.

"Everything will be all right. I know you are afraid, honey. You just try, never stop trying, okay? You don't have to accept the bond right away. Even when you move in with him, if you decide to, you can wait and see if it's worth it. And in case it's not worth it, you can always come back as a free woman."

"I thought you hated him."

"No. Everyone deserves happiness, honey."

Before you can even consider your sister's words, war breaks out. Tamlin takes Hybern's side, but as you expected, it actually turns out to be all a double-cross.

You can feel his emotions through the bond, and you know he can feel yours, too. Sometimes your dreams come together and you are able to talk. If you were uncertain about trying before, now you are convinced.

Once you even woke up in the middle of the night. The bond in your chest overflowing with emotion - lust. Excitement. Pleasure. It didn't take long to realize that your mate was pleasuring himself. Just the thought of it was able to make you damp between your legs, and you discreetly slipped a hand under the sheets and touched yourself fantasizing Tamlin in front of you, rubbing his hard cock with one hand, while his eyes were fixed on yours. You reached your climax in the same moment he did, and you could have sworn you heard his laughter on the other side of the bond.

It was also the first time you tried to touch that bond, pulling on that sort of golden thread that connects the two of you. Tamlin responded by doing the same, and when you went back to sleep, you fell asleep with a smile. That night you dreamed about how your mate taught you how to fly.

The next day you were not able to look anyone in the face, though.

But that was a long time ago.

Now you are not in the comforting warmth of your bed. You are in a tent in a war camp and you are freezing. Your body shakes as you try to rub your hands together. Your wings are sore and have taken on a worrying purple tint, you are almost tempted to go to some healer's tent and ask for an extra blanket, but surely they would be full of injured people, and they would need it much more than you do.

A wave of warmth through the bond radiates through you, and you are grateful to have Tamlin right now, but it doesn't stop there. He touches the bond, like he did all those nights ago, and you find yourself out of your sleeping bag, but not to go to the healers. You meet no one as you head to the Spring Court camps. Your heart pounds - you haven't seen Tamlin since that day at the High Lords meeting. A slight blush covers your cheeks. How will you look that charming male in the face after what you did that night?

You don't know which tent is his, but your body seems to know. The bond takes you straight to him. You can smell him - citrus and spice - even before you see him. You enter without even knocking or warning of your presence, aware that he is able to feel your closeness just as you are able to feel his.

"I've been waiting for you." The male offers you a mesmerizing smile. He is different from how you had seen him. He has cut his hair, and it now reaches just below his ears. He no longer has such dark circles under his eyes and looks decades younger. He is now the living definition of spring more than ever. The mere sight of the man could bring you to your knees.

"Hey." You greet him softly, still a little embarrassed. He notices, because his smile now turns feline. You're my little prey and I want to play with you, he seems to say. Only now do you notice a pungent note in his scent - blood. Your worry fills the bond. Yet you have felt no pain through it lately.

He seems to sense the direction of your thoughts, because he shifts his gaze from your figure to his chest. That's where he bleeds. He has been wounded in the chest.

"Tamlin... You're bleeding." He nods, then offers you a reassuring look.

"Oh, don't worry, it's just a little scratch. You, on the other hand, looked very cold earlier." He cannot hide his concern.

"It's already better here, much warmer." You still feel the tips of your wings sore, though.

"To get to such a situation you must have been freezing for a long time, Y/n. Didn't they teach you how to take care of your wings in this situation?"

"Not really-I tried to ask, but I never got an answer." The anger on his face is impossible to mask. He takes a couple of deep breaths before speaking again.

"'Brute bastards." He hisses through his teeth. You feel in awe at his words; they are still your sisters' family.

"Tamlin..."

"No, Y/n. I'm fine, but you...fairy wings are different from Illyrian wings. They should have done some fucking research. You could have lost them, and do you know how painful that is? You could still be losing them." He finally realizes, and jerks around to get his blanket from his sleeping bag. It's thick and woolen, and as he wraps it around you, it smells of him in the best way.

"You're taking care of me." He looks at you surprised.

"Of course I'm taking care of you, Y/n."

"I want to take care of you, too. These days I've treated the cuts of the wounded, I can help you." Tamlin lets out a low growl, then shakes his head. He sits you down on his sleeping bag and positions himself next to you. Shoulder to shoulder. Even this small contact, divided by several layers of fabric, is capable of making your heart race.

"Please, mate. Let me take care of you." Tamlin sighs, then murmurs an unenthusiastic consent. You get up with the blanket still tangled around you, leave the tent without a word, and return a few minutes later with gauze, alcohol, and a clean bandage. You freeze in the doorway when you realize the man has taken off his shirt.

A shirtless male body was no stranger to you. You had often accompanied your sisters to see their males working out. You had gotten to appreciate the muscles. But Tamlin... seeing your semi-nude mate activates something in you, something similar to that night when you came with his name on your lips. You blush and approach slowly, he still has his back to you, as if he didn't hear you come in.

"Didn't they tell you it's rude to stare?" You know he's only joking, yet you still get embarrassed. Yes, you are used to a shirtless male. But to a shirtless male flirting with you? Absolutely not.

You take a deep breath to calm yourself, but the thing that cools your blood is the wound you see ripping through his chest as he turns around. You look at him surprised, anguish and disquiet flow freely through the bond.

"It's nothing, Y/n. I'll live." You find it ironic how he is the injured one, yet you are the one being comforted. You approach in silence, your eyes fixed on the injury, and let him rest his back on the sleeping bag. You kneel beside him, the blanket now forgotten on the ground, and soak the gauze with alcohol.

"Put the blanket back on, Y/n. It's cold." You ignore him, focused on wetting every last millimeter of the fabric. Tamlin is about to get up, but you place a hand on his chest, blocking him. The contact with his warm skin makes your cheeks warm, but the blood on his chest freezes them.

"What is it?"

"The blanket. Put it on."

"No, I'll be uncomfortable while I medicate you." Tamlin growls when you answer him. You snort a laugh, protective males. "Do you find my worry funny, fawn?"

"Fawn?" You startle at the nickname.

"Don't change the subject, put it on."

"But I'm uncomfortable, Tam."

"Then sit on my lap and wrap it around both of us." You don't let him tell you twice. You do as he says and start dressing his wound, which reeks of Faebane. That's why it didn't heal. You notice Tamlin clenching his teeth from the burning and as if on instinct, you reach down to kiss his chest above the wound. At the level of his heart. You both smile, but do not utter a word. When you finish bandaging his cut, you give him another gentle kiss, this time over the bandage.

"So you heal sooner and feel better." You smile at him.

"You are such a little fairy."

"Is that an insult?"

"No, fawn, how could I ever."

You don't converse much longer, the fatigue of battle preventing you from doing so. You get off his lap and lie down beside him on top of the sleeping bag. You remove the blanket and he seems to inspect your wings. A satisfied expression appears on his face and without needing a word, you remove the blanket and use it to cover yourselves. Just five minutes, you think, then I go back to my tent or I'll risk worrying my sisters.

Five minutes turns into the whole night.

When you wake up, Tamlin is not there. You are under the sleeping bag, though. You smile at the thought. His side is cold, and you wonder how long you slept for. You get up and stretch, and take some time to poke around his tent, something you didn't do the night before. There isn't much there, but you were expecting it. You find a blanket with a note.

Take care of your wings.

You smile like a little girl under her Christmas tree. You leave the blanket there, but take his instead. It smells like him.

A little alarm bell rings in your head. Oh, God. Your sisters must be worried sick. You quickly grab your new blanket and run through the camps until you get to your tent. God, why did they put the Night Court and the Spring Court at opposite ends? It's an almost 10-minute walk.

You enter your tent panting where you find a very, very worried Feyre.

"Are you crazy! Where have you been!" She shouts without even looking at you. But then she does. She smells Tamlin's familiar scent on you. His blanket in your hands.

"Feyre...I can explain, I swear-" She turns a mocking smile on you.

"Ooookay. Maybe next time you warn before you leave. You gave us a scare!" She says without even time for you to respond, leaving you standing in the middle of your tent like a fool.

You and Tamlin have a kind of unwritten agreement. In the evening he pulls the bond slightly and you join him in his tent. The Inner Circle knows this, but says nothing about it. It's better that way. Once Nesta even came to call you, making Tamlin chuckle and you die of embarrassment.

He never tried to do anything more than cuddle you. And you are fine with that. You don't want your first time with your mate to be in a war camp, on a sleeping bag, with the screams of the wounded in the background. One time he even took you to the top of a hill and you stayed and watched the stars until dawn, then he had to go back to fighting, and you had to go back to helping the healers.

You are afraid to admit it to yourself, but you are falling in love with that wonderful man. And you are afraid of not knowing what will happen once the war is over.

The fear of not knowing doesn't last long, though. Because the war is over. Hybern has died by the hands of your sisters, and Rhys has even died and risen again. You meet Tamlin as the camps are being shown.

"Hey, fawn." He says, smiling at you.

"Hey, Tam." You return his smile, but a motion of sadness contorts your lips into a grimace. Tears are quick to stream down your face. You don't want to cry in front of everyone. Tamlin seems to understand this, because he grabs your arm and within moments you are on the hill where he took you to see the stars a few nights ago.

"It's nothing, it's just ... I don't want us to be apart." Tamlin can swear he feels his heart break and recompose itself at the same time at your words, at your tone. At the emotions you are sharing with him.

"Neither do I, y/n. Neither do I."

Tamlin kisses you. It's sudden and unexpected. It is not a real kiss: he simply lays his lips on yours. His hands caress your face gently. After a few moments, you relax and respond to the kiss with just as much sweetness. Just as much love.

"Come home with me, Y/n. Come stay with me at the Spring Court." You think about his words. The words of the male you are in love with, your mate. Your heart tightens with happiness at those words. You will think of your sisters later: for now you just want to be in Tamlin's arms.

"Yes."

Communicating this to Feyre was easier than expected, and since you had nothing significant in Velaris, you went straight home with Tamlin.

The Spring Court is... beautiful, breath-taking even. You can't hide the warmth in your chest, the feeling of home it communicates. And seeing your mate in the place where he belongs enhances the experience.

It is warmer than the dry cold of the camps, and you begin to sweat under the layers of heavy clothing. Tamlin notices, and invites you to follow him inside his palace until you reach a bedroom.

You take time to look around. The house seems full of life, smells of flowers and nature, and glows with gold. It is different from what you expected: Rhysand had mentioned, years ago, that he had paid a visit to the High Lord of the Spring Court, and found him in a miserable condition. And like him, so was his house. But to you that sounds like a far definition from reality.

The room he takes you to is beautiful. It is very different from the typical ones in the Night Court. There the wood is dark, the floors are rough, and everything looks like it's been through a battle. They're not ugly, they're just - gloomy.

While the Court of Spring is full of light and warm colors. The bed frame is made of a light, delicate wood and is carved with flowers and leaves. The room does not have much besides the well-prepared bed. There is a closet that echoes the pattern of the headboard, and Tamlin heads straight there.

He opens it, revealing a surprising amount of clothing.

"You can choose whatever you like, I'll wait outside." He smiles at you and you smile back.

You leave the room wearing a new dress. It is the one you liked most. It makes you feel like a fairy, but positively. It is definitely better than what you wear in the Court of Night. The fabric is softer, the pinkish white of the skirt is a color you've never seen before but already love. Tamlin's face lights up as soon as he sees you.

"You look beautiful in my Court clothes, Y/n." Your cheeks take on a rosy hue as you whisper a vague thanks. He holds out his hand to you and you immediately take it. Without a word, he begins to drag you through the corridors you admire all the way to outside. Into the gardens.

As soon as your eyes meet such beauty ... your breath catches in your throat. Your mind immediately wanders to your sister, Elain. How she would love it.

Your mate looks at you smugly.

"Do you like it?" You can do nothing but nod. Tears well up in your eyes at the relief you feel, and you realize you have lifted a burden, the opression of the Night Court.

The words come out of your mouth before you can even think them, let alone stop them, "I want to accept the bond."

Tamlin looks surprised. "What?"

"I-obviously if you want to. But-"

Your mate interrupts by kissing you. You are surprised the first few moments, but you quickly recover, responding to the kiss. The bond in the center of your chest seems to sing with joy.

"Now?" He asks when he pulls away from your lips, a gentle blush covers his cheeks and he is short of breath. He has never looked so good. You nod.

"A little further on there are some fruit trees. If you want we can go there."

You nod, and he takes you by the hand, fingers interlocked with yours, and once again leads you to some fruit trees. You take the opportunity to admire the beauty of his court again. Which will now become yours as well.

You stop in front of a loquat tree. In a comforting silence you turn to pick a fruit. You have nothing with you, and you struggle a little to peel it. You split it in half and offer it directly in front of his lips. He bites into the loquat with his eyes on yours. He finishes the whole fruit.

The bond seems to rejoice and shine and seems to unite your two souls even more than before. His gaze communicates to you that you have a long day ahead. A long night, too.

He kisses you fervently, his hands gripping your hips making you moan in the kiss. You didn't expect to feel this way. Sure, your sisters told you something about the frenzy ... but experiencing it firsthand is something else entirely. The intensity of what you feel is almost overwhelming.

You pull away from the kiss with a heavy breath. Tamlin's predatory gaze, the lust in the look, is impossible to mask.

"Fawn... tell me no now, or I won't be able to stop later." You don't even think about saying no. You desire him as you have never desired anyone. You want to feel him all over.

"Please, Tamlin. I want to be yours."

You spend all afternoon making love on the fields, careless of who might see you. You return only when it begins to get dark. A huge smile on your face.

You made the right choice.

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nouvxllev · 1 year ago

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a snowy night

Pairing: Tara Carpenter x Fem!Reader

Summary: in which you had a fun idea for you and taras first anniversary (and christmas)

Words: 2.3k

Warnings: none

a/n: merry late christmas everyone!!!

masterlist.

Pulling your very sleepy girlfriend out of her bedrest wasn't ideal for a first anniversary, nor the first very early morning of Christmas.

"Y/n," Tara groaned, her body and pajamas getting dragged across the ground like she was a sack of vegetables, "Y/n, it's literally the middle of the night, what are you doing?"

Ignoring Tara's protests, you persisted in dragging her like a lifeless corpse you found on the snowy street of New York. "I know, I know, but trust me, you wanna see this!"

With some reluctance and a little bit of motivation from you, Tara mustered the energy to get up and finally walk with your hand guiding her.

"Okay, what's so important you had to drag me across our bedroom so early?" she mumbled, rubbing her eyes, still half-asleep as she yawned. You could feel her eyes observing you as best as she could, eyeing the duffel bag you carried, "And why do you have a duffel bag on you like you're gonna flee the country?"

"And why would I ruin the surprise by telling you?" You grinned, pulling her by the sleeve, "Okay, before I let you in on this, close your eyes." You both stood by the doorway of the bedroom, Tara looking slightly unimpressed.

"Tara, can't you trust your girlfriend for like one second?" You asked, crossing your arms and raising your eyebrows.

"No?" She chuckled, crossing your arms alongside you, "not after you pulled that prank on me last Christmas."

"Okay, but you've gotta admit, trapping you in a life-sized gingerbread house was pretty funny and, a stroke of genius by yours truly."

Tara rolled her eyes, a fond smile tugging at the corners of her lips, "How'd you even do that anyway?"

"You know I always love the flair for the dramatic." You looked up at her, nothing but smile and love from your eyes.

"Which is why I love you." Tara whispered, her arms wrapping around your waist as she pulls you in closer.

You chuckled, she leaning into Taras hug. "And which is why you're going to love this! Come on, close your eyes," you let go of Tara's grip on you, taking her hands into yours and watching as she closed her eyes with her palm.

"I'm so breaking up with you if this is another prank," she remarked, playfully, of course, but who knows how likely that might become true?

"Oh don't say that, I won't be able to continue those anymore."

With Tara's eyes closed, you guided her into the living room, or maybe just a room with how you renovated it.

When you knew Tara was fast asleep, you had dashed over to the living room after taking your sweet time removing yourself from Taras koala-like cuddle from you and tore it down bit by bit.

Not really, but every piece of furniture scattered on the floor you relocated to the garage. The soft carpet that covered the tiles, was carefully stored in someplace else, revealing the smooth hardwood tiles underneath people could easily slide on.

You led Tara to the living room, her free hand intertwined with yours, the warmth of her palm this season never felt so comforting on yours.

"I knew you always wanted our anniversary to be unforgettable, ever since the day you told me on a warm winter night on top of the apartment building I used to live in, and I thought," you continued, pulling Taras hands down with your own, "what's more unforgettable than spontaneously pulling my girlfriend out of bed to go indoor skating with me in our home?"

Tara opened her eyes, only to see an impromptu ice rink in the middle of their living room. Fairy lights were adorning the corners, little Christmas trees scattered along the way, the floor was powdered to give it a little more boost to the slipperiness, and makeshift cardboard walls surrounded the area. It wasn't the biggest, considering it was only a living room, but it had everything that made Tara Carpenter happy. And that thought was enough for you when you designed this.

Her jaw dropped, and she looked at you with a mixture of disbelief and delight. "You did all this for our anniversary?" She questioned, excitement palpable in her voice.

You nodded, a proud grin on your face. "I wanted to make it special, something we'd remember." You giggled

Tara couldn't help but laugh, the joy bubbling up inside her. "You're fucking insane, you know that?" She pulled you in for a kiss, "but there's no denying that I love it."

You smiled, a lovesick one at that, before taking her hands again and leading her to the powdered floor. "Well, I figured if I couldn't take you to the ice rink in Central Park in the middle of the night, I'd bring the ice rink to us."

You put down the large duffle bag you had been carrying and opened it, pulling out two matching socks that kind of resembled the both of you, "And, as per ice rink tradition, we have skates! Or, socks, in this situation."

Tara chuckled at the sight of the matching socks, each knitted with a design you specifically asked for.

"A duffle bag for a pair of socks?" She laughed before taking the socks from you and slipping them on, "Only you would turn our living room into an ice rink and substitute skates with these."

"Well, I try my best," you replied with a playful wink, already putting on your own pair of socks. "Also, I still have many in store with this duffle bag."

You both stepped onto the powdered floor, the smoothness beneath made it super easy to glide and a comfortable feeling set between the two of you. Tara was wobbly at first when she first tried to slide across, but when your hand was with hers, she quickly found her balance.

"Tara, did you know your talented, smart, beautiful, girlfriend can do a triple axel?" you teased, letting go of Taras hold as you give yourself space from her.

She rolled her eyes playfully, "Oh please, as if you can even do a single one."

You smirked, feigning an offended look. "You deeply underestimate me, my love."

You took a few steps back until your body hit the cardboard walls. With little to no skating experience and the fact you've never trusted yourself once with your balance, you launched yourself. A bit too fast for your liking to the point you ended up doing not even a full rotation and crashed into Tara, "Fuck, oh shit Tara—!"

It was a decent attempt, you'd say so yourself since you didn't completely eat shit, but it gained a laugh from Tara who had been laughing her ass off ever since you landed on top of her.

"Okay, I'd give you points for your ambition and spirit." She chuckled one last time before pulling you and herself up.

"Thank you. Someone finally recognizes talent here."

"Is the talent the 'talent of crashing into your girlfriend?'" Tara teased, brushing off some of the imaginary dust from her clothes, but also the white powder that clung to her shirt.

You grabbed her hand and continued to skate, ignoring the heavy pain you had in your chest, "It's a skill only a select few possess, you know."

Tara rolled her eyes with an affectionate smile. "Then looks like I've got the most skilled girlfriend in the world."

The two of you continued to slide and glide all over the living room, talking about whatever and whenever. The both of you lost your balance here and there, and the both of you may or might not laughed before pulling the other one out of their misery on the cold powdered floor, but it was the most memorable moment of your life; you'd say.

Minutes turned into hours, and you and Tara continued until every single cardboard wall was down due to your attempts at doing probably one of the most difficult tricks in ice skating.

Exhausted but exhilarated, you and Tara found yourselves lying off the ice rink, taking off some steam and deep breaths.

You stood up, quite abruptly, and lent Tara a hand. "Mind coming with me?" You asked, eliciting a confused smile from Tara, but she took your hand anyway.

You helped Tara to her feet and led her outside the door, the cold breeze hitting the both of you like a truck. "Where are we going exactly?" She asked as you led her around the corner to where a ladder lies that goes up to the rooftop.

You quickly climbed up the ladder and turned back to Tara. "Come on, there's something else I want to show you," you say, as you reach for Tara's hand to pull her up.

To her surprise, there was a blanket laid on the rooftop, fairy lights being hung on poles you had taped to the ground, yet again, and cups of eggnog and hot chocolate waiting for you both. The city lights glittered in the distance, and the stars above shined brightly.

Honestly, Tara didn't know how she managed to have someone like you in her life.

"Y/n.. y/n, this is so— It's beautiful." She said, breathless, as she approached the picnic blanket with you in hand.

You smiled at Tara's genuine appreciation, happy that your surprise made her happy. "I'm glad you like it," you replied, squeezing her hand reassuringly. "Shall we sit, my love?"

Tara chuckled and sat down with you, never letting your hand go one bit. "The moon looks beautiful, even at this time."

You could've been looking at the moon, adoring its enchanting glow that reached the world, and the beauty of it all. But no, you were allured by another celestial being, something far more greater than anything that would exist in the cosmic universe, it was Tara.

"Yeah, it's quite beautiful."

The two of you sat in silence, gazing at the stars that slowly started to disappear as sunrise started to take over as you held hands together.

"I'm sorry." Tara broke the silence, her voice soft, "I should've planned something like this too for you, and for our anniversary. It's amazing, y/n."

You turned to Tara, a soft smile playing on your lips. "Tara, you being here with me is more than enough. I didn't plan this to receive anything in return; I just wanted to create a special moment for us and for you to have the best anniversary you can get from someone. And many more, of course." You reassured her, gently squeezing her hand, "Besides, being here with you is all I could ever ask for."

Tara leaned in and pressed a tender kiss against your cheek. "You're incredible, really. You know that?" she whispered, "you didn't have to do this."

"I had to, and I wanted to. You gave me so many happy moments in the short time we've been together, it's just a little something to pay you back."

Tara smiled as she wrapped your arms around yours, pulling you into a gentle embrace. "Thank you, y/n. I love you. Like, so much."

"Well, it's not over yet. There's one more thing," you said before unzipping the duffel bag you had brought and pulling out a box.

Tara raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. "What is it?"

You turned to her, facing Tara with nothing but love.

"I want to make everything special and feel special for you, Tara. You're someone I couldn't bear to lose, and someone I didn't think I deserved, up until now. I want to tell you that I promise to do everything for you so that I'll deserve every piece of you in my heart." You vowed, opening up the box to reveal a promise ring. And, as if by cue, snowflakes were falling to the ground, and ones that ended up in Tara's hair. You never knew there was the absolute perfect time to gift the love of your life something special.

"Y/n—Y/n, this is too much, seriously." Taras heart swelled with love, her eyes widening and her smile reaching up to her ears, revealing the dimples you always loved.

"Never is it too much when I want to show my love to you, Tara. You only deserve the best, and only the best. So," you held your sentence as you lifted up Tara's hand and slid the promise ring onto her finger, "I bought this to tell you that I'm fully committed to you, body and soul, and promise I'll always cherish you no matter what. It's a reminder that you are deserving of all the happiness in the world."

Tara stared at the ring, content in her eyes as she looks up towards you. "Y/n, I don't know what to say. This is... it's perfect. Thank you."

You grinned, feeling a sense of contentment in making Tara feel special. "You don't have to say anything. Just know that you mean everything to me, and I'm grateful for every moment we share."

Tara chuckled, "For a moment, it felt like you were exchanging vows over there."

"Oh, my vows will be much more longer." You responded, a chuckle you gained from Tara.

"Well, speaking of vows," Tara began, her tone becoming more serious, "I want you to know that you have a special place in my heart since the day I met you. You've made every moment memorable that I didn't even know it was possible. Every mundane chore could never be the same now that I have you, y/n. God—I just, love you. Like so, so, so, much."

And with that, you leaned in for another kiss, embracing Tara and laying down with her as you both kissed. "I love you too, Tara."

The night, or maybe early morning, continued as you both laid down, seeing the sun take over the night sky as the moon was still visible.

You turned to Tara, "Do you think we could still sleep in?"

"I don't think people crossing the street on Christmas would like to see two people sleeping ontop of their rooftop."

"Baby, it's New York, people probably stumble into waaay worse things in their mornings."

Pulling your sleepy girlfriend out of her bedrest wasn't ideal for a first anniversary, nor the first very early morning of Christmas. But was it the best decision you've made? Definitely.

#tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter x you #tara carpenter #tara carpenter x female reader #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x you #jenna ortega

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zaimta · 2 years ago

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彡PAINTING HIS NAILS

parings: laxus, gajeel, bickslow, bacchus x gn!reader

zai's notes: rewatching fairy tail for the 100th time n i remembered bacchus he's so yea <3, n i'm getting back to requests after this one!!

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˗ˏˋLAXUS DREAYAR

the hardest to convince, you could ask him over and over but he never gives in, he only gives in because you "annoyed him" which obviously ain't true he's just whipped

doesn't even let you pick the color either, he just tosses you the black nail polish because he's aware it's a neutral color

killjoy!!

the two of you lounged on some couches on the upstairs area of the guild, his arm was around your shoulder as he talked to the thunder legion. while he talked to them your mind was elsewhere, you glanced at his hand. you remained silent while you stared at it you didn’t even notice how focused you were, you didn’t even notice the thunder legion going downstairs for a quick bite to eat.

you held his hand in yours as the two of you sat side by side on the upstairs level of the guild. you noticed how rough his knuckles looked from all the punches he would through, and small scars littering his hands. your gaze game down to his nails and you gazed down at your own painted nails and you got the best idea.

“you should let me paint your nails.”

with in a heartbeat he responded “no.”

you groaned “come on it’ll be fun and it’ll look cute!”

“no.”

“i think you should let me paint them, they’ll look so nice too! besides your hands could use some tlc” you looked down at his hands and rose a single brow, a manicure was clearly needed for him. even if you couldn’t do anything about the scars the nails would at least spruce them up a little.

“i’m good.” he rolled his eyes at you but made no effort to remove his hand from your grasp.

you stared at him and he sighed feeling your eyes on him “tell me why i should let you paint my nails?”

“because i’m your s/o and you love me and you would do anything for me” you flashed him a grin and he rose a single brow in return “pleaseee.”

he sighed finally giving in, he his free hand down his face knowing he was going to regret his decision “fine.”

you led him out of the guild abiding “knowing” glances from some guildmates. you walked back to your house and gladly led him into your bedroom where you were going to paint his nails. you walked over to him with your box of nail polish clearly excited

“we can try any color you want maybe we could-”

he cuts you off tossing the black nail polish at you, you catch it easily and sigh “you’re so boring, i was hoping we could do a blue or something.”

“the second it chips you’re removing it.”

"killjoy."

˗ˏˋGAJEEL REDFOX

another hardheaded one

tell him it’ll make him look likea rockstar and he’ll be willing to hear you out

he’ll only go for black you could talk him into grey to match his metal magic but only if it’s a dark grey

you sat across from where he sat in the guildhall leaning close to him with a grin “i just had the best idea ever, you should let me paint your nails.”

he looked at you annoyed “im still waiting on your ‘best idea ever’.”

you rolled his eyes used to his attitude by now “im serious it would be fun! plusss you’ll look like a rockstar, a real rockin' one with a stage presence.”

he rose a brow "what kind of rockstar wears nail polish?"

"a color-coordinated one. come on don't you wanna look nice for your next performance? if you don't like it we can take it off i promise." you silently begged with your eyes.

he sighed "fine if it gets you to stop your whining."

you cheered and grabbed his hand leading him to where you lived, he got comfortable in your bed while you rummaged around for some nail polish in your bathroom. you debated on shades of black and grey but you ultimately decided to bring all of them so he could have some options.

"okay so i have a few colors here which one are we feeling. maybe this one?" you held up a dark grey nail polish "or maybe this one?" you held up a light grey nail polish resembling the color of iron "or maybe-"

"well do this one" he cut you off and picked up the black nail polish

you took the black nail polish in your hand you couldn't complain much since the color would match his overall vibe, but you can't deny you were hoping to at least use some grey tones to match his iron.

"okay we can do black it'll look cute too." you take his hand in yours and smile at him, you focus intently on his nails. you knew the chances of him letting him do his nails again were low so you made sure to make his nails look perfect for the first and unfortunately the last time you'll be painting them.

he watched as you concentrated on his nails, you took great care in making sure you wouldn't mess up some nails it was honestly cute to him he couldn't help but snicker "you're really putting a lot of focus into some nails doll." he rested his free hand on his cheek and smirked at you.

"well duh, i have to make them look nice who knows when I'll be able to paint your nails again. if this is the first and last time i'm painting your nails they're gonna look cute ya know." you spoke while completely focusing on his nails.

he offered a hum as a response and let you finish working on his nails. once you finished his nails he gave you a kiss as payment.

a few days have passed by since you pained his nails, and once he saw them getting old he immediately walked over to your house and barged in "hey." he walked past you lounging on your couch, ignoring your confused expression, he walked into your bathroom then flopped down onto the couch next to you with nail polish removal and the black nail polish in his hands.

"they're gettin old wanna fix 'em up for me doll?"

˗ˏˋBICKSLOW

he’s down for it the second you suggest it

he mainly prefers colors that would match his whole theme any colors that he thinks would throw it off he won’t mess with em

he asks you to do it again once they start looking old he makes you redo them

the two of you were hanging out at your house, he’s at your house more than yours it was like he lived there at this point. you were lounging on your couch mindlessly talking about everything and anything. you looked down at his hands and a light bulb went off in your head

“you should let me paint your nails, we could make them match your babies too.”

he shrugged "okay let's do it."

you flashed him a smile and gently kissed his lips "I'm gonna get the nail polish i'll be right back." you padded off to your bathroom and went through your nail polish basket, you couldn't decide between purples, greens, and some oranges, although you felt like the orange was a stretch. you shrugged and brought him all the colors you walked back to the couch with various nail polish colors in your arms, and you dumped them on the couch in between the two of you.

"i couldn't decide on one color so i brought multiple! you can pick which one you want though."

he looked down at all the colors you bought and settled on a dark purple "this would match my helmet wouldn't it?" he grins and handed you the purple nail polish.

you took his hand in yours and took care in painting his nails, he watched as you painted his nails his great care "you're really focused there babe."

you snickered "well yeah i don't want your babies making fun of your nails because they're sloppy." he laughed along with you and leaned to gently kissed your forehead.

"i can't focus if you're kissing me bix" you smiled and spoke without taking your eyes off his nails.

he laughed and smiled at you "and what if i don't want you focused?" you looked up at him and sent him a playful glare "do you want your nails to look like a mess or do you want them to look nice?" he leaned in closer to you "whatever gets your attention onto me."

"so needy" you teased while giggling and gave him a soft kiss on the lips "i'm almost done with your nails then I'll be all yours."

˗ˏˋBACCHUS GROH

he was drunk and he was just talkin

he was the one who suggest you even painted his nails when he was playing with your hand and noticed your nail polish and randomly suggested it

he traced along your hands giving them great focus despite his drunken state "let's paint our nails to match it'll wild baby." you giggled at his state "are you sure you want me to paint your nails? you're pretty drunk right now i'd doubt you'd even remember this."

he laughed loudly "do y'a know who you're talking to baby? bein' drunk is my magic." he pulled you off to the stool you were sitting on at the bar and led you home, or he assumed he was the one leading he started wobbling within a few steps so you had to lead him instead.

once you made it to your house you lead him to your bedroom where he could sit on your bed so you could paint his nails "i feel like a nice purple would suit you." you spoke to him from the bathroom raising your voice slightly so he could hear you, he hummed a response.

you hopped onto your bed with the nail polish in hand and took his hand in yours "make em look nice baby i wanna show the guys how wild i am" he emphasized his guilds motto with a small yell and a grin on his face causing you to laugh "hold still so i can do em right."

he grinned at you "come on say it with me baby these nails are gonna be" you playfully rolled your eyes at him but spoke his guilds mantra in unison "wild!"

you laughed and brought your focus back to his nails, while you did his nails he spoke mindlessly. it was becoming obvious that he was just talking so he could stay awake all the drinks he had was catching up to him. once his nails dried he carefully laid down not wanting to ruin your handiwork.

he woke up the next morning with a splitting headache and newly painted nails, he slowly sat up groaning when he noticed you sleeping by his side he froze. you stirred in your sleep and slowly opened your eyes.

he leaned down to kiss your forehead "mornin' baby. did we paint my nails yesterday? i don't remember much after the bar." he squinted in thought "or was it before the bar..."

you giggled "yes i did paint your nails bacchus you asked me to do them."

he looked down at his nails and smirked "they're wild baby."

#fairy tail x reader #laxus x reader #gajeel x reader #bickslow x reader #bacchus x reader #fairy tail x you #fairy tail fluff #fairy tail x y/n #laxus dreyar x reader #laxus dreyar x y/n #laxus dreyar x you #laxus x you #gajeel redfox x reader #gajeel redfox x you #gajeel redfox x y/n #bickslow x you #bickslow x y/n #bacchus x you #bachhus x y/n

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yyunari · 1 year ago

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CHESHIRE ! — Nishimura Riki (TEASER)

SYNOPSIS. Y/N Cheshire lived her life carefree. Being the daughter of the Cheshire Cat made her more inclined to not take anything seriously and to just have a little bit of fun in everything she does. Whether it was pulling pranks, sneaking up on people, or making jabs at her friends- Y/N kept a Cheshire’s smile on her face. Because of that, she just couldn’t take Chaehyun Cupid seriously when she claimed that Y/N had a crush on Riki Wonderland.

PAIRING. Kitty Cheshire! Y/N x Alistair Wonderland! Riki

(btw im not shipping kitty and alistair i just based them off the characters)

GENRE. Ever After High AU, High school AU, Fluff, Slight Angst

WARNINGS. bad parental relationship, ooc riki umm, expected word count is like 15k yea ik. long fic.

RELEASING. published!

NOTES. if u haven’t seen ever after high it’s ok u can still read this all u rly need to know is that the students of eah r the children of fairy tale ppl like snow white or cinderella and they have to follow the paths of their parents and stuff Yassssss

After sometime, Riki opened his mouth. “I know I already asked this earlier, but why did you come here? You know, to stargaze.” As if he wasn’t satisfied with her answer.

He was right in thinking that her answer wasn’t what she truly wanted to say, but it just felt awkward to give an exact reason. Her relationship with her mom was something she could barely tell her only 3 friends about, let alone someone she barely considered an acquaintance.

But Y/N knew Riki was a reliable guy; she had heard it often from Soul, Rei, and Giselle. And maybe for once she would let herself put faith into another person.

“I’ll only tell if you tell me why you like stargazing.”

Riki blew out a breath in thought. “Hm… I don’t know if I can give an exact reason for that. I was just bored one day and ended up coming across this place. That’s what made me stargaze, but something about it just felt so comforting to me that I wanted to do it more often.” He answered, a soft smile gracing his lips. “But that’s not exactly a good reason.”

“I think it suits you.” Y/N whispered out. “I’m sure you have your own stresses with being the son of Alice in Wonderland. It would make sense that having a hobby like this to come back to is something you enjoy.”

He pondered on it for a moment. Maybe she was right. He then chuckled at this side of her he had never seen before. “You’re a lot more poetic than you let on. Anyways I answered your question, can you answer mine?”

Y/N considered answering it, she truly did, but as much as she wanted to open up there was the side of her that wanted to keep everything inside. Her mother had always told her that vocalizing your feelings does nothing good and only makes people pity you.

One thing Y/N despised was being pitied. It only reminded her of how her mother referred to her as a ‘pitiful girl’ and how she would amount to nothing.

So she slowly shook her head. “No, I don’t think I can.”

Riki felt himself beginning to sit up to look at the girl. There was something off about her. The way she spoke to him and the way that she carried herself… she wasn’t acting as she always had. Normal Y/N would be more playful and even mischievous. But now, there was a certain sadness in her entire being that seemed to be throwing her off her rhythm. And it only made Riki more and more curious about her.

“Okay, I get it. You don’t have to tell me.” Riki smiled, before continuing. “I just hope it doesn’t take away your chaotic spirit. You know, I kind of like that about you.”

A sigh left Y/N’s lips at his words. “You don’t mean that, Wonderland.”

“I mean every word, Cheshire.”

Y/N could only roll her eyes before slowly evaporating into the night, using her invisibility and teleportation to finally go back home.

Left lingering in the air was her Cheshire’s smile, which disappeared last and left Riki staring at the wisps of where she had sat only moments prior.

Maybe it made sense that Riki enjoyed stargazing. In a way, there was something about him that was made of the stars. No matter what he did, he always seemed to shine brighter than all the others. There was something about Riki that felt that he belonged up in the sky, giving life to the night and adding a certain glimmer to the auras.

Riki had his own place amongst the sky, and she wished she could be like that too. But after speaking to him, maybe there was nowhere she could have her own place in. Y/N could only wait for the day that she could contribute to a bigger picture, and take a larger part in his story. After all, she had always wanted her own place within the stars.

But for now, all she could do was hope she would become more than just the Cheshire Cat’s daughter.

authors note. postinf this after jay noticed me on his weverse live i am not well. anyways it’s coming 🤓🤓 those 10k words sitting in my drafts r waiting to be released don’t worry babies mommys almost done

permanent taglist. @muhwaa @hoori @yizhoutv @ja4hyvn @carayat @one16core @enhacolor @haerinz @soobin-chois @en-boyz @ohmy-fandoms @yjwonz @yunki4evr @strwberrydinosaur @duolingofanaccount @iichaeyj @eundiarys @ineedaherosavemeenow @chaerybae @bubblytaetae @w3bqrl @xiaoderrrr @jaeyunnsworld @rikizm @teddywonss @gweoriz @dimplewonie @jennaissantes (if u requested to be on my permanent taglist and u didn’t get tagged it’s bc i cant see ur acc, but pls dm me if u want to be in it !)

#enhypen x reader #enhypen riki x reader #nishimura riki x reader #enhypen nishimura riki x reader #nishimura riki x you #ever after high #enhypen fanfiction #enhypen riki #enhypen niki x reader #niki x y/n #niki x reader #niki x you #riki x reader #riki x y/n #nishimura riki smau #enhypen nishimura riki #enhypen angst #enhypen fluff

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nico-the-newt · 11 months ago

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Enemies to Lovers Part 2 - Ellie Williams x reader

Enemies to lovers part 2 baby!!!!

It had been almost a week since you and Jesse were ambushed by those runners. Almost a week since the pair of you had almost died. Almost a week since Ellie had hugged you.

She had been avoiding you ever since the hug - which was pretty noticeable given Jackson wasn’t that big of a town and the pair of you hadn’t gone a day without arguing in the two years you had lived there.

Normally, this would have been something you would have teased her about. In fact, you were slightly disappointed that you couldn’t. But something in you stopped you from doing so. Maybe it was the way she had cupped your face gently to look for cuts and scratches. Or the way she had hugged you so desperately upon realising you were okay. You hadn’t felt so cared about - and maybe even loved - in a long time. The one thing you just couldn’t figure out was why it had come from your sworn enemy. The girl who had gone out of the way to annoy and mock you since day 1.

Jesse and Dina hadn’t been much help either. They were both acting so smug and triumphant and victorious, that you couldn’t even try bringing Ellie up without getting smirked at and teased.

So, you eventually figured that if you wanted to quench your curiosity over the whole situation, there was only one person you could actually talk to who was capable of giving you a solid answer.

Ellie.

And so, that was how you found yourself awkwardly faltering outside Ellie’s garage on a Tuesday evening. You had wondered if you should bring her something - like biscuits or some shit - but then decided that was stupid. There was a good chance that you would be getting yelled at, and the last thing you wanted to do was stand there holding a tin of biscuits while it happened.

After a solid five minutes of chickening out, you finally knocked on her door. You waited for a few moments, listening as a great amount of clattering and movement came from behind the door, before it was swung open and you came face to face with the girl you hadn’t stopped thinking about all week.

Ellie definitely seemed surprised to see you - which had made you even more anxious but it was too late to turn away now.

“Uh, hi?” She had said, trying to sound pointy but her words still coming out awkward and hesitant.

“Hi.”

The pair of you looked up and down at each other for a moment, neither of you knowing quite what to say, but both of you knowing why you were here.

“I was just wondering if we could talk,” you finally blurted out. “…About last week.”

“Oh.”

She nodded for a second, her eyes darting around to avoid your gaze, before moving aside a little as if inviting you in. Returning her nod, you silently slipped past her and entered her garage.

You had never actually been in there before - which was pretty valid as Ellie had never liked you enough to invite you in. You had seen it from her front door many times, but stepping foot in it was a whole other story. It had a warm, comfortable feel. Posters decorated every wall, though mostly the one above her desk. There was an old couch pushed up against the garage door, behind it, fairy lights strung up, as well as a large white sheet which was half hung up and a projector coming down from the ceiling.

All in all, you loved it but you wouldn’t tell her that.

“What did you want to talk about?” Ellie asked, pulling you back to reality. You frowned slightly, wondering if she was playing dumb or genuinely didn’t know why you were there. You went with the latter.

“I don’t know - I was just wondering about when you- y’know- hugged me and stuff,” you stammered out, internally cringing at yourself. Ellie stared at you a little blankly, clearly questioning how exactly to respond.

“What’s there to wonder about?” She frowned, a little coldly. Okay, so she was playing dumb. That was just what you needed. You let out a small sigh and massaged your temples - this would be like pulling teeth.

“You hugged me, Ellie, we don’t do that,” you said, feeling irritated that she was dodging the question.

“Okay, you are reading into this,” she scoffed. “It was just a hug. People hug each other - get over it.”

“People who like each other hug,” you interjected pointedly, raising a skeptical brow.

“Exactly!” Ellie exclaimed, throwing her arms up into the air.

“Okay, but in case you didn’t notice…” you continued, only trailing off when what she had said had actually processed through your brain. “…what?”

Ellie, who was now staring blankly at you with her mouth forming a small o, turned pink and started scowling at you once more.

“What you want me to say it again?” She huffed, taking a few steps towards you so there was only a small gap between the pair of you. “I like you!”

You gave her a bewildered look, unable to quite comprehend what exactly she was trying to tell you. Ellie, the girl you had been sworn enemies with from day one, liked you? Was she being serious? Was she actually telling the truth? Or was it all just some elaborate lie to make you look like an idiot? You found yourself secretly hoping it was the former. Something about Ellie not actually hating you stirred up a strange warm feeling in your chest, but you would need to make sure she was really telling the truth before even allowing yourself to feel that way about her.

“Bullshit,” you scoffed, rolling your eyes. “You’ve hated me ever since we met. I mean, what sort of moron tells a lie as sick as-“

You found yourself being cut off by a soft, warmth spreading across your lips and opened your eyes to find Ellie’s face shoved into yours. She had caught you off guard, that was for sure, though to be fair, anyone in your position would be slightly startled. But, that wasn’t to say it was a bad sensation. Something about her lips seemed to stir you and you actually felt yourself begin to melt into the kiss. Every touch you shared lit your body ablaze - your lips moving against hers, her fingers tenderly spidered across your cheeks, your hands slowly sliding up into her soft, auburn hair.

After what felt like hours, you both pulled away from each other, out of breath and red in the face. Once she had had a minute to breathe, Ellie then sent you the biggest, shit-eating grin you had ever seen. It somehow annoyed you to no-end, while also making you feel a little weak in the knees.

“So, I’m guessing you don’t hate me?”

“Shut the fuck up and let me kiss you."

#ellie williams x reader #ellie williams #ellie x reader #tlou #tlou2

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froidefille · 13 days ago

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Day 14: a fic rated T

📚 Five Little Things by @bixgirl1

Draco/Harry, 6.2k, T

Summary:

Harry was supposed to be good at this.

That was so just so delightful! Poor Harry!! Poor Teddy!!

I absolutely loved the moment when Harry asks Teddy what he needs and then does everything he can to provide said reassurement (which in this case is „Draco punk-anshoo” 😭). I think it is so so important to give kids autonomy, hear them out and enable them to analyze their own emotions and then make their choices.

I was also absolutely captivated by how Draco calms both of them down. It just seems so lovely to have someone there with you to ground you:

“Hello, Edward,” he says. He holds out his arms and Teddy almost throws himself from Harry’s to the floor trying to get into them. A Quidditch magazine, Teddy’s purple plastic cup, the Wireless, and Teddy, and Malfoy.

The scene of Draco telling Teddy a goodnight story (Teddy thinking of Harry when Draco reaches the fairy godmother part of the story 😍) is very fluffy but do not fret: we have Harry to angst about it so the balance is saved 😅 I have to admit that there is something special about tucking little kids to sleep that is just so primal and soft all at once – like, you just want to give the kid everything. I don’t have my own but I am the Goodnigt-Stories Reading Aunt and that’s how I always feel. This scene have ttoally transported me to the warmly lit colourful room with soft blankets and cartoon-printed sheets 💜

And this exact domestic emotion of comforting a child, contrasted with Harry’s absolute lack of such experience – ouch.

So yeah, this fic will make you hurt and then will comfort you about it 😅

Thank you for today’s prompt @hprecfest and your superb writing @bixgirl1 <3

See you in the next one!

PS. THERE’S ALSO ART by @gaeilgelupin (which also hurts a little, you've been warned xd)

A few of my fav quotes under the cut <3

After only a few seconds, Malfoy strolls in, still fully dressed in smart grey trousers and a white shirt, a slightly puzzled look on his face. He’s missing his ever-present tie, and has folded his sleeves back to the elbow, but if Malfoy was on his way to bed, it’s clear he was only just.

Not the sleeves folded back to the elbows (can someone pls draw this tho? 😂)

Leaning further into the flames, Harry lowers and hardens his voice. “Malfoy,” he says pointedly. “Why don’t you come over? And say goodnight to your cousin. Right. Now. I know he would love to see you.” Malfoy blinks several times, then adopts the same cheerful tone Harry attempted; Harry tries not to feel sour when Malfoy pulls it off better. “Of course! You know, I’m rather glad you let me know he was with you, I haven’t spoken to him in a few days. I nearly firecalled him at home tonight. I’d certainly have felt silly then, wouldn’t I? Move aside, Potter, and I’ll come right through.”

When you try to stay calm for child's sake (and usually they call you out anyway xd)

As glad as he is Teddy has so many people who care about him, there’s something about seeing someone else meet his needs so easily that throws Harry’s inabilities into stark contrast. Something about it that makes him ache, deep inside.

And isn’t that every carer’s deepest secret, this feeling right there!

“—stood holding the ruins of the dress she had so diligently crafted with her tired magic, and watched from the Manor steps she had scrubbed that very morning as the carriage rolled away to the ball with her stepmother and stepsisters in it, and then she sat down and put her face in her hands, and began to cry.” “‘cause iss o-ay?” Harry hears Teddy mumble, probably around his thumb. “Yes, precisely,” Malfoy says. “Crying is always okay when you need to, no matter what anyone else ever tells you, and especially when you feel disappointed after having worked so hard to master something and finding that you haven’t yet, or when you’re scared, or for any reason at all if it might make you feel better.”

Finally some delicious, delicious emotional education and allowing boys to cry.

Last but not least: All of Harry’s lists he uses for grounding throughout the story and how they change. (not me only realizing the title is five little things because Harry uses the five things technique as I write those very words 😶) And then:

Harry lets his hand fall away and stops counting. Smiling, he closes his eyes.

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youaintnothinbuta · 2 years ago

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First Kiss - Elvis

Summary: Your best friend, Elvis, was walking you home from having dinner at his house. When he gets you home, he realises your parents are out of town, and offers to stay so you’re not alone.

Pairing: Elvis x fem!reader

Word count: 906

Warnings: none/fluff. Probably typos/spelling errors/bad grammar that I’ve missed

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You and Elvis are close friends, you have known each other since middle school. You liked Elvis a lot, and he liked you even more, but he was your best friend. And through years of him and you constantly hanging around each others houses, your parents and his practically also were best friends. There was too much on the line for either of you to confess your feelings.

You and Elvis lived only three streets away from each other, you had come round to his family’s house for dinner, and he was walking you home afterwards, chatting about anything and everything that came to mind. The pair of you passed two of the boys who you went to school with, sitting on one of them’s car which was parked on the street.

“Fairy here sew that dress for ya, darling? Or is he lucky enough to take it off ya?” One of them called out to you, insulting Elvis through his friend’s wolf whistle. Elvis grabbed your hand, holding it to his chest. He had a very protective nature, over his family and you, especially you.

“You know, Charlie, maybe you’d be able to get a girl into that car if you didn’t holler at them like dogs.” Elvis shouted back as he walked you passed them.

“Why do they always gotta pick on me? I’ve never spoken to them.” You asked, once you were sure they were out of ear shot.

“They pick on ya, honey, cos they want ya to speak to them.” Elvis replied, letting go of your hand.

“What?”

“You know, you’re a pretty girl. They want your attention.”

“That’s no way to get a ladies attention!” You argued.

“I know that, honey, but not every guy does.” He continued, walking you to your front door. You just sighed.

“Ain’t your parents home?” He asked.

“No, papa had to go out of town for work and mama went with him. It’s just me for a few days.” You explained, unlocking your door.

“Should’ve told me, mama would rather you stay at ours than alone, y’know. You gonna be alright by yourself?” He asked.

“Well, I’m sure I’ll be okay.” You sighed, taking a step inside and flicking on the light.

“Goodnight, Elvis, thank your parents again for dinner for me.” You kissed him on the cheek and pulled him into a hug. This hug in particular lasted a lot longer than normal, you were holding him for as long as you could in hopes he’d realise that was your way of asking him to stay the night with you.

“I’m parkin’ here tonight aren’t I?” He asked, chuckling slightly.

“Well, if you insist.” You smiled, bringing him inside and locking the front door.

“Can I call mama, let her know your folks ain’t home?”

“‘Course.” You replied, Elvis heading to use your telephone, while you headed upstairs to get changed into something more comfortable for sleeping in.

“Mama said you should’ve told her, she’d don’t want you to feel like you can’t ask a favour.” Elvis spoke, walking into your bedroom.

“Oh I know, I just- I thought I’d be fine.”

“She told me to give you this, for her.” Elvis smiled, giving you a kiss on the cheek.

“Give her one back for me, okay?” You smiled.

“I will. Got a pillow you can spare?” Elvis asked.

“I- yeah, why? How many you need?” You asked, puzzled.

“Uh, one.” Elvis chuckled, confused at your question.

“You already got two.”

“What are you talking about?”

“What are you talking about?” Your eyebrows furrowed, confused.

“Honey, is there a pillow I can take to sleep on the couch?”

“What’s wrong with the two you have in my bed?” You asked, surprised.

“Oh, I just thought I’d take the couch.”

“If you want, I won’t force ya, but I don’t bite.” You smiled at him.

“I don’t know…them teeth look real sharp.” He grabbed your jaw, gently squishing your face. You nipped at his finger, playfully.

“Hey, watch it!” One of his hands grabbed your wrist to pull you towards him, the other pointing at you to tell you off, as he scrunched his face.

“Or what?” You smiled.

“You testing me?” Elvis inched his face closer to yours, his eyes locked on yours.

Your voice changed to a whisper “Maybe I am.” You replied.

Without saying a word, Elvis closed the remaining distance between you, his lips gently brushing against yours. It was a tender and innocent kiss, yet strong, filled with years of unspoken feelings.

You melted into the moment, your hand instinctively finding its way to the back of Elvis's neck, pulling him closer as he deepened the kiss. Eventually, you reluctantly pulled away, your breaths mingling in the quiet room. You stared into each other's eyes, a mixture of surprise, joy, and apprehension reflected in your gazes.

“I— I’ve w— wanted to do that for so long.” He admitted. You smiled at his stutter, the one that he develops whenever he’s really or nervous or excited.

“So have I.” Your lips moved, but no sound escaped them, your eyes dropping to the floor.

A smirk curled over his lips. “You go get your little night gown on, I’ll go lock up and meet you up here.” He gently pushed you by your lower back, towards your closet.

You complied eagerly, excited to see what may be unfolding between the two of you.

#austin butler #austinbutler #austin elvis imagine #austin!elvis x y/n #austin x reader #austin!elvis x reader #elvis #elvis x reader #elvis presley #elvis x you #elvis film #elvis imagine #elvis x y/n #elvis fans #elvis movie #elvis presley x reader #elvis presley x you #elvis presley x y/n

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anythinguca · 6 months ago

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Valbel Headcanons

They first got closer after they got stranded at that bridge

But didn’t really spend time together till after the Fairy Moon party, Valentina comforted Isabel after the whole fiasco as believe it or not, she did almost lose River.

When Mona Furi comes to UA Isabel notices that something is bothering her, she makes Valentina confide in her

The two are a bit close, at least enough that when Layla is off on sleepovers (third wheeling) with Ava and Sophia she sneaks in while she’s working out and they just… hang?

The only one who knows what’s going on between them is Rory (Val’s bff, let’s be honest, her friendship with the Legacy Ladies is not healthy) who despite the constant teasing, doesn’t tell anyone.

Keep in mind that although she and Isabel hang out all night and she feels happy when she’s around and constantly challenges her to competitions to speak to her longer she does not like her

Fast forward to when she and Sophia start fighting about the whole thing and she starts to feel like Isabel might be siding against her and that week, she misses their nightly hang out.

At first, Isabel doesn’t think much of it, which Valentina thinks means that she doesn’t care about her and then starts to ignore her, then Isabel confronts her.

When lessons are done and everyone was leaving the room, Isabel holds Valentina;s hand to prevents her from leaving, Rory sends Val looks but she says nothing to him as he exits, letting the two talk.

“What’s your deal?” Valentina shakes her head “Nothing that you’d care about” Isabel gets a bit angry “Why wouldn’t I? I care about you?” Val rolls her eyes “If you did, you wouldn’t be ignoring me like you have been” confusion trinkled her eyes “But you’ve been avoiding me, so I decided to give you space”

“Well only cause you’ve been parading around with Sophia and the ‘how to die young’ brigade!” Isabel’s face softens “Are you worried about me?” she shakes her head “I just want to ensure the safety of everyone in Sapphire dorm” Isabel smiles “I’m strong enough to take care of myself, no matter what happens, I’ll be okay”

Someone (Rory) asks for details about everything that happened that day and reluctantly Val gives them to him, his live reaction being all “SHE’S SO INTO YOU, YOU BETTER ASK HER OUT”

Of course she doesn't believe him though, so the term goes by and everyone’s getting ready to go home for the holidays (Sophia being the most annoying as she kept on singing the words “I get to see both my parents together again”)

Everyone else is packing to go home while Valentina isn’t, Ava asks her about it and she responds with “To get extra practice” and immediately changes the subject before leaving the room.

Skip to their last night before holidays and Isabel and Val are in silence before she asks “No offense, and you don;t have to respond but, why aren’t you going home?” the room stays in silence before she’s all like “Cause there’s no home to go back to, my parents aren’t here right now”

She tells her about how her parents, ever since leaving the academy, have done nothing but fly from country to country and are still on some island for all the holidays.

Isabel looks up at her “Do you want to stay here with Miss Furi and Primrose?” she shakes her head “Not really, but what choice do I have” Isabel stops what she’s doing and turns to her “This one, you are coming to my house for the holiday and I’m not taking no for an answer” Val chuckles “I wasn’t going to say no” then Isabel smiles “Go get packing, then! I'll help”

Fast forward and Val meets Isabel’s parents, brothers, coach and dog. The first thing she hears when she meets her oldest brother is “Never knew Isabel could pull a girl this pretty” she takes it as a compliment but Isabel punches him in the arm.

Rory goes CRAZY when he hears the news via text, he’s all like “Is this where I get the wedding invite?”

The two ride on their horses (Val got one of her family’s live-in butlers to bring one of their horses to Isabel’s) all the time, one time when they were particularly far out and were tired they lay on the ground.

“Isabel?” she hums “Why are you letting me stay here?” Isabel shrugs “Why not?” Val sits up “In your house, in your dorm, why did you let me stay? I was horrible to you!” Isabel grins “To be fair, I think we were equally horrible to each other”

Val frowns “Sometimes I wonder why I ran after you that day when every fibre in my body said I hated you” Isabel smiled “Me too, I thought you were just some stuck up entitled princess, but now it seems like there’s a lot more to you”

Then they kiss and it seems like everything is okay, but then they both get a text that ruins the mood. (Activity in the group chat)

They laugh, and agree that there might be something between them, and may try to explore that, but within their schedules

And they just have fun, bake cookies (none of them can bake) and ride horses till the next semester

Then? Haha, Danny comes back and problems come around. (Part 2 later)

#unicorn academy #unicornacademy #uca #valbel #valentina furi #isabel armstrong #rory carmichael #ava banji #sophia mendoza #layla fletcher

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hotshoeagain · 2 years ago

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orphan-account fic rec

Okay, if you orphan your fic for any reason -- I understand we're not supposed to out you as the author -- even if we have a handle on the connecting thread.

So here are fics which I know were all written by the same author, who shall remain nameless (who I never knew personally so I cannot reach them with thanks for orphaning rather than deleting from AO3)

The Sea in a Chasm, part 1 of Sussex "The news of Sherlock’s impending retirement hits John like a physical blow. He looks around for something reassuring to stare at, something comforting, but the flat seems suddenly foreign and he feels that he is falling, falling."

Boundaries, part 2 of Sussex, a short sequel " 'Do try to have some sense, John.' John leans back and waits for Sherlock to figure out why that wasn’t good. Sherlock, to his credit, doesn’t take long. 'That was—not an optimal reply. What I mean is, you deserve better. Than having to take, my, um, my feelings. On faith.' "

Battle [ as far as I know, the only 221B ficlet ever written from Ella Thompson's PoV ]

Entanglement "... he puts the fairy lights away poorly after every Christmas to guarantee that he and Mrs Hudson will sit together and fix them the following winter. He enjoys the tradition of solving a puzzle while Mrs Hudson gives him her undivided attention; Mrs Hudson puts on Christmas carols to soothe her nerves while she and Sherlock work, which allows him to listen to songs with which he has sentimental associations ... "

Ash, part 1 of Fearful Symmetry "... so is John, the firelight lining his face with shadow. 'You lied, you broke my heart, you won’t even tell me your fucking names, and I’m like you.' John’s voice breaks. 'What could be on that stick, what could I possibly find there, that could hurt me more than that?' "

Evergreen, part 2 of Fearful Symmetry PAY ATTENTION TO THE CHARACTERS AND THE TAGS

Filament and Feather "Feathers ruffle, settle. 'Crows like what’s luminous.' Sherlock swallows. 'You channel it, John. The light.' "

Filament and Feather is what got me interested in this artist; linked from a lovely little bit of poetry (not quite a 221b) written by aderyn; and inspired by one of @khorazir's earlier drawings in this fandom.

If anyone reading this now recognizes the writer of these stories, and knows any more stories in the orphan account which belonged to them, please share. Because, whoever they are/were, that girl can make words sing.

#fanfic #fic rec #Filament and Feather #orphan account #thank you for not deleting your works!#AO3 is the best #aderyn #khorazir #BBC Sherlock #commented Mar 13 2023

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v3nusxsky · 2 years ago

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Subconscious| hurt and comfort

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*Authors note~ Reader is a teacher of age to be in a relationship with Larissa. Her ability is to pass emotions through bonds. I was listening to dynasty by MIIA when writing this so maybe check it out *

Trigger warning~ language?

Prompt~ Reader experiences dreams vividly and shared the emotions it made her feel accidentally to her wife who was working next door. Comfort ensured.

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A soft yellow hue smothered the room in a soothing glow. The only source being the lamp sat on your bedside table. Providing just enough light that you could sit in bed and grade your students work. It was rather early to retire for the night, you knew that but the throbbing pain in your head that you were currently experiencing made you not care. Back resting against the headboard, red pen in hand as your eyes swam through the words on the page. Now you knew if your wife wasn't so busy in her own workload she would be encouraging you to stop and give your body the rest it so truly needed. But that wasn't the case. Which is why you were now stubbornly sat in bed determined to finish the stack of papers, hunched over as your headache worsened with every paper.

With a slight sigh you finished your pile of papers, moving them onto the bedside table you capping your pen and resting it on top. That would be a future you problem to deal with. Your vision starting to blur you quickly went through your routine as usual, just with the absence of your wife. You quickly glanced at the clock on your wife's bedside table. The numbers seemingly haunting you. It was much too early to expect your workaholic wife to retire for the night. But your body was slowly giving up. Ready to succumb to the exhaustion that your day had brought on.

Deciding a nap wouldn't hurt, you settled yourself in your shared bed. After all your wife would wake you when she joined you hours later in your bed. You lay there clutching onto Larissa's pillow nuzzling into it. Her scent was always the most calming thing for you. Her perfume mixed with her floral scent practically engulfed all your senses. It wasn't long before you succumbed to your exhaustion that was so desperately trying to take over, comforted by the smell of your lover.

Larissa POV

Soft crackles of the fire, clicking of my keypad and the sounds of nature outside was all that could be heard. Y/n had opted to work in the bedroom instead of together like normal which was most certainly a bit odd however, due to the exhausting day I knew she had, it didn't concern me too much. Y/n sometimes needed alone time and that was okay with me. After all i knew my wife can be such a stress head. Trying to be there for everyone, support everyone and even having your own dorm children to settle and deal with. I just wish she wouldn't neglect her own needs so much however, honestly it is one of her many qualities I adore.

Running a school for outcasts is certainly a challenge. However I couldn't imagine my life without it. Nevermore has been and always will be my home. I can't believe I found y/n who loves Nevermore just as much as I do. I knew from the first day she would be the one. Even if I couldn't admit it at the time. Me ? I couldn't be loved right? Oh but what a fool id been. A smile graced my lips at the memory of us. Remembering how she stuttered and stumbled over her words when attempting to admit her feelings for me. So adorable. The day she became my wife was the best day ever. Nothing could quite compare to how stunning she looked that day. It was as if the sun, stars and the moon paled in her beauty. All in white and a smile that never faded. Her eyes sparkled in a pure unbridled happiness as we danced bathing in the twinkling fairy lights. I'm pretty sure that was something Enid had an input on.

Y/n told me very early on of her ability. In fact, that's what encouraged me to be forthcoming of my own. Ironically Y/n was a less common type of outcast than I. The shapeshifter and empathic manipulator. Of course the name of her ability sounds bad. I mean I'm sure they could've found a more soothing name for it. But atlas they hadn't and my love seemed to take it all in her stride. Like all abilities it has limits. She could feel and project emotions through bonds. Most of the time, Y/n had to willingly create bonds. Which I've only seen her do once. She was exhausted for days after that. However when she explained her ability to me she explained how our bond was instant. A first for her. Often pushing emotions through a bond that was quite weak was a challenge for her. Exhausting her as her efforts all focused in the emotion. It was easy for her to be drowned in emotions of others especially the stronger more carnal ones.

At first it was a very odd sensation. It took some getting use to but now after years of practice it became normal. Often I would feel my lovers emotions. It almost faded into the background between us both. A comfortable normal. It had its uses of course, Y/n was forever sending calming waves through the bond if she sensed the stress I was feeling. Stress normally due to Wednesday Addams. Love radiated through the bond every now and then. A silent reminder. One I adored so very much. Yet tonight it was different.

The familiar pulsing of the bond sought your attention, distracting you from the email you were composing. Strong waves of fear, hurt and heartbreak were radiating through the bond. They crashed into me like tidal waves. Forceful merciless and unrelenting waves. My body shuddering with the force of the sob that left me. My breathing picked up rapidly and tears sprung into my eyes. These most certainly were not my own feelings. Y/n. Shit.

Discarding any thoughts of continue with work tonight, I saved my email closing my laptop before hurrying to my wife. Unfortunately for Y/n her emotional control was amazing but only when conscious. Her subconscious mind tend to run rampant especially triggered from her stress.

Y/n pov

No. Tears flowing like a tidal wave. Fuck. She can't be. Not my Rissa. She can't leave me. Not now not ever. "You promised forever" you half screamed half whimpered out clutching your hardly conscious wife to your chest. Hands putting pressure on her wound to help slow the bleeding. "Please Rissa talk to me. Open your beautiful eyes yeah?" You mumbled to her your own tears dropping to her cheeks and caressing them. "Please. Please don't leave me" you sobbed.

The women in your arms blinked slowly struggling to remain conscious. "D-darlin- pl-ease it h-urts" she whimpered sounding so unlike herself. Her usual commanding manner gone and in its place was the painful whimpers of your dying wife.

"I know Rissa I know I'm sorry I'm so sorry baby please don't go stay with me I love you mon alskar" you repeated on a loop. Where were these fucking medics? God she was dying and they were being so god damn slow. "Rissa we need to fire these medics when your better. Fucking tortoise would be faster" you mumbled angrily. This wasn't fair. You weren't ready.

A pained chuckle escaped your wife before she sucked in her last breath's whispering "in the next life my love" as her body gave up. She was gone. Fuck. There you sat on the conservatory floor, cradling the now corpse that was your wife and sobbing uncontrollably. This pain was like nothing you'd ever felt before.

A sob tore from your throat as you bolted upright. The tears streaming down your face as you gasped for air blinking rapidly. What? Please say that's just a terrible dream? A quick glance to your right only heightened your fears. She wasn't there. No . No this can't be . More sobs wrecked your small frame blinding you which is how you missed your stunningly gorgeous six foot three wife in the doorway. Your hands seemed to find purchase once more on her pillow only aiding your sobs. Tears soaking it rapidly as you struggled for air. Clammy skin and shaking limbs alongside the lack of air dizzying your mind was all your tale tales of a panic attack. You had to calm down before you passed out due to stress on your body. You knew that. But how could you calm down? Your wife was dead. She died in your arm. The love you built all feel to the ground and smashed into smithereens just like your heart... Fuck, what was air again? How do i breath? Everything is collapsing around me. The ground being ripped from below me.

"Darling? Oh pretty one you're okay. Can you breathe for me? Darling you need to breathe you'll pass out otherwise. Come on my love. I'm here" her voice broke through finally. How long had it been? You'd recognise the voice anywhere and it guided you like a lighthouse. Your own tortuous mind being the sea your broken ship was sailing. Your lighthouse guiding the way.

"R-r-ss " you choked out still not quite breathing and not quite sure if she was real. After all she'd just died in your arms?

"That's it pretty one good girl. I'm here Y/n. I won't touch you until you want it but I'm right here. You can hear my voice hmm? " she all but cooed out. Her soothing tone always seemed to ground you in times like this. After all this wasn't your first tango with the devil.

That's when it broke and you launched yourself in her strong capable arms. Sobbing uncontrollably, burying your face in her neck. You couldn't breathe but she was here that's all that mattered. Your love. Your life. Your gorgeous wife was here. Holding you and whispering sweet nothings into your hair. She shifted you slightly so you could feel the rhythmic pace of her breathing, that had been specifically slowed in order to reconnect yours. You still managed to stay hidden tears still flowing.

"Pretty one can you try and breathe with me?" She cooed and you instantly tried to comply. She was here and you'd do anything to keep her here. Even if that meant sucking in gasp of air into your burning lungs. "That's it good girl. Just like that for me" she praised as you choked out "h-hurts" much like your wife did in your subconscious state.

"Oh my darling, I know it does. You're doing so good for me. Just keep breathing for me. I love you so much Y/n weems. I won't leave you I promise. I have you now we are together okay?" She reassured you keeping an eye on your breathing. It was slowing at a snails pace. At least you were away from the brink of passing out she had found you at. Very cautiously you tested the bond between you both. All that radiated from it was love, concern and calming vibes. A small smile graced your lips even if only for a second. The bond was alive. Her heart beating below your head. Blood running threw her veins. It was all just a big horrible dream.

God knows how long your wife just held you. But by the time you were fully calmed in her arms yawns were escaping you. "Pretty girl are you tired my love?" She cooed her words wrapping around you like a cocoon. All you could muster was a weak nod into her shoulder. Only then did Larissa pull pack wipe your tear strained cheeks free of any stranded tears before pecking your lips. "Go lay down baby I'll join you in a minute?" She mumbled against your lips.

Wordlessly, you complied and she did her own nightly routine before going you. You settled against her chest clutching at her like a lifeline. "Darling would you like to talk about it?" She whispered into the now dark room. In which you shook your head against her. "Okay my love tomorrow yes?" In which you hummed in a confirmation. Talking about the things you felt during these episodes were vastly overwhelming for you. "Okay pretty girl. Try and sleep for me. I love you Y/n. And I'm right here okay?" You nodded once more before falling asleep in her arms.

Word count ~ 2152

*Authors note~ honestly took so long to write this I apologise for the hurt in this fic. *

#larissa weems #wednesday netflix #gwendoline christie #fanfic #larissa x reader #larissa x you #principle weems #principleweemsxreader

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ieuvb · 2 years ago

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you're beautiful to me - izuku midoriya

6:43pm

hubby :

honey , get ready , we're going out for dinner.

i made a reservation at 8.

you :

holyyy

where are we going?

hubby :

that’s a secret ;)

now hurry!

don’t take too long!

you :

but how am i supposed to arrive at the place?

hubby :

of course i’m picking you up.

you :

what about you?

are you planning to go with your hero suit?

hubby :

no , i’m coming home to change.

you :

alrightt

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you quickly made your way up to your shared bedroom and to your closet to get ready for the dinner date that your husband prepared for both of you. you took multiple dresses , your favourite ones and a new dress that you recently bought.

you went up to your biggest mirror in the closet with the dresses and put it before you one by one , thinking which one you wanna wear for dinner. the very first one was a pink dress your all time favourite “this… hmm looks cute.” you then took another one out. “nahh , not today.” you put the dark navy blue dress to another side of the counter.

“perfect , i feel like wearing green today.” you took your clothes off and wore the dark green long silky dress that stops right on your shin , also it has a v shape neckline which would show your collarbone perfectly as well as your cleavage. but just as you were gonna pull the dress down , it wouldn’t budge at all.

“please , just slide down already!” you plead frustratedly as you forcefully pull it down and minutes of struggling , you give up and begin to tear up. “i hate this!” ever since you’ve become pregnant with midoriya’s baby , it’s been hard for you. well at first it was okay but later you couldn’t bend down to pick anything up nor could you walk any longer without breaks in between.

you couldn’t even do any activities because of the fear of harming your baby in any way , on top of that you can’t even wear any pretty nice outfit because none of them fits you. everyday you wear sweatpants and sweatshirts because that’s the only thing that fits and is comfortable. “i just wanna look pretty , that's all! why is it so hard!”

and right on time , your dear husband midoriya walks in on you sitting on the floor sobbing. “hey hey , what’s wrong honey?” he kneels down in front of you and gently grabs your cheeks with his soft palm. you continue to sob as you held his forearms. "i hate being pregnant! nothing fits me , i just wanna look pretty tonight for you but it doesn’t fit!"

he quietly shushes you and brings you to his chest. "it’s okay baby , you’re still beautiful no matter what , you don’t have to wear the dress or the make up just to look pretty for me. you always do look beautiful to me no matter what." he slowly caresses your hair out of your face and gently pulls away from the hug and makes you look at him. "should we just not go?" you shook your head and softly lay your head on his shoulder. "no , you already made a reservation , it’ll be a waste of money."

"it doesn’t matter , if you don’t feel like going out , we can just cancel it and have a cozy date inside our house hmm? doesn’t that sound more fun?" midoriya said as he helps you stand up and walk towards your shared room. "yeah , it does." he hums. "why don’t you rest here for a bit? and i’ll come up and get you okay?" you nod and he leaves you and the room not before leaving a kiss on top of your head.

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"okay now open your eyes." you did what you were told and gasp leaves your throat. your living room was filled with candle and flower petals. on the dinner table , it was filled with your favourite foods and his and your sofa was turned into a fort with fairy lights. on top of that , midoriya was wearing matching sweatpants and sweatshirt like you.

"oh my god , did you seriously do all this under 30 minutes?" you said as you still scanned the whole living room. he chuckles at your cute reaction. "i'm the number 1 hero for a reason , honey." you let a small giggle out and gave him a wet kiss on his cheek. "thank you so much izu."

"anytime honey , anytime." he leads you to the dining table. "shall we start our date night?"

sorry for any typos or grammar mistakes

happy late chinese new year!

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balladetto · 1 year ago

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It's raining up there.

Link feels it in the new slickness of each rung and the pitter-patter on his face. He's careful to grip tight as he climbs the bars, rust digging into trembling palms, only ever looking at what lies above in heart-pounding fear of what could still lurk below. Navi is a bright guide in the darkness, lighting the way ahead while she fusses over things like where they should go next. She says nothing of how scary the well was, but she sprinkles enough of her fairydust on his fingers that he can tell she's thinking about it too.

The rain picks up when they finally make it out, as though it's a friend who's happy to see him. When he puts it that way, it's not so overwhelming on his exhaustion, which already pulls on his muscles so hard that he stumbles to his knees. He drags himself a full body length closer to the stairs, then just— stops. Breathes.

It's near impossible, sometimes, to feel like he can keep doing this.

"Link," Navi softly calls. She lets him breathe for a few more seconds, before floating to the pouch by his waist. "Come on. Let's get out of here."

Right. Yeah. The sooner they leave this place, the better. They need to— they need to—

"To the Temple of Time, remember?"

Yes. Yeah. Okay. He swallows the thoughts he can't afford to dwell on right now and nods, removing the ocarina entrusted to him from his inventory. As he puts his lips over the mouthpiece and prepares to play the Prelude of Light, Navi flies up towards his hair to wiggle under his hat — as she always does when they do this.

Link sees a hand folding over the whole of his face, feels a breath sticky with rot on his hair, and recoils with a yelp before those long fingers can again burn invisible imprints into his scalp.

Navi freezes.

Link freezes.

For several uneasy moments, only the rain disturbs the abrupt silence. Shame churns in his gut, agitating the tremor that's returned to his hands and the racing of his heart. His fairy bobs up and down in the spot he left her in.

"Link," she starts, tentative, "are you okay?"

He— should be. He should be. Just as hesitantly, he gives another nod. Then, firmer, he does it again. He doesn't know why that happened. He doesn't know why he did that.

Navi idles a little more, clearly unsure, so he smiles a shaky sorry and beckons her closer. She comes carefully — gradually — like something skittish that needs to be coaxed from the bushes, or the steady warmth of a newly stoked fire, or the creep of a phantom presence crawling towards his back, fingers latching him into place, ripping strands of hair out with how much he struggles, panicked, terrified, too small—

Link scrambles away, breath caught in the back of his throat.

Another pause. Another suspended, fraught quiet. Raindrops sting in his eyes, and a distant, ridiculous part of him wonders if they feel the same on her wings.

"Link," Navi says, voice a bare whisper over drumming rainfall: hurt, pained, and desperate in the way she sometimes gets when she wants to heal him but can't.

His sternum crumples into his lungs beneath the weight of a sudden, penetrating grief.

"Nn— Na-vi," he returns, strangled. He reaches for her instinctively, apologetically, a dart of touch that goes forward and flinches back as his fingertips brush against her light. The warmth bites where it would've comforted only a while ago — before the dead, before the well, before the fear he's been trying and failing to smother since he saw towering, stalking hands — spreading across his skin like cold fingers locking in a vice-grip.

Horror twists in his veins. Thorns of despair sink deeper into his chest. This can't be happening pierces through the static of everything fading away, 'cause Navi — Navi, her touch, her fluttering against his cheeks, all her affection against the world's harshness — is the one thing of the so few things he has left to his name that gives him some form of real peace. Some form of maybe this will be okay. Patching over the hurts in his heart like her little hands can reach there, and now they can't— now he can't—

He can't do this.

A whimper breaks past his lips, ragged and undisguised, and tears welled up from waters that feel endless spill from blurred eyes. Link is bigger than this. He has to be bigger than this. But he's slept through seven summers and only truly seen nine, and want throbs from his core with a fierce, heavy ache. Something close to a scream leaves him as he raises a trembling arm and throws the Ocarina of Time to the dirt ground. He can't hear anything past his own panting, sobbing breaths.

He wants Navi. He wants Saria. He wants the Great Deku Tree. He wants to go home; to have a home to go back to; to not be someone so special; to not have to be a hero too young for his own sword. Link feels the rain like it's going straight through him to the insides of his bones as he catches himself on his palms, wanting, and wanting, and wanting, and wanting.

His fairy slowly drifts into what shelter the curve of his figure makes. She holds his gaze mutely, glow dimmer in shared misery. Ever the best at listening even when he isn't speaking, she catches his tears as if they're stars and doesn't touch him. He hates her for it. He loves her for it.

He cries harder for it, body heaving, mud clotting under his nails as he curls fingers into wet earth.

He can't do this.

#(But he must. And he will. He doesn't know how much more of himself he has to lose in the process‚ but he will.)#* lionheart / study.#( unwell because i thought about what the worst 'i can't do this' moment for him would be in oo.t #and was so gripped by the brainrot that i managed to get this doozy of a thing out #beneath the well fucks him up!! so bad!!#i think it's also because it's about touch. which i have been wanting to do an ic study about for ages #so like. yeah :') nobody's awake rn methinks. but send post i need this out of here asap 😭😭 )#* lionheart / ic.#* ic / para.#* v / a story that can't be changed.#ask to tag /#long post cw

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