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starlitangels · 2 years ago

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My Angel (Sent To Save Me)

More proposal fluff because... well. It’s rotting the brain 1.3k words

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David jerked the truck’s gear shift into Park and stared across the front yard at the front door. It was not an unusual front door. He’d knocked on that front door dozens of times in the last... God, it’d been nearly four years now. Dinners, birthdays, pretty much every single holiday besides the MoonBound solstice since David didn’t have family to swap holidays with...

The familiar house seemed so foreboding now.

Nothing had changed about the house or the occupants inside.

The only thing that changed was within David.

He swallowed down his fear and got out of the truck. Taking a deep breath, he steadied himself. He was an alpha werewolf. The head of the biggest, most influential and respected pack in the city. He’d done that.

So why the hell was he so damn scared?

A long exhale. Another deep inhale.

He started walking up the path to the front door. He released the breath as a sigh.

Standing just in front of the door, he swallowed one last time, hoping the lump in his throat would fill the pit in his stomach.

He rang the doorbell.

Shifter ears, he’d explained the first time he came to this doorstep with his now-mate and he’d said he could hear movement inside before they could.

It was the same this time. Almost immediately after the doorbell’s chime faded, there were footsteps inside. David popped his knuckles as if the movement would help ease his own tension.

It didn’t.

The door opened.

A familiar, warm face beamed at him. “David! How good to see you!” his mate’s mom greeted warmly. “Come in! What’s going on? You’re almost never here alone!”

He chuckled awkwardly, trying to be friendlier than his usual serious demeanor called for. “I, uh, I was hoping to talk to you both,” he said, nodding in the direction of his mate’s dad who was chopping vegetables in the kitchen with a dishtowel over his shoulder. He glanced back on hearing David and smiled, waving with the knife still in his hand.

His mate’s mom beckoned her partner over. They sat on the loveseat while David perched on the sofa and failed to wrangle his racing heart into behaving. He cleared his throat.

“I, uh...” he started. “I love your child. I know you know that. We’ve been together for nearly four years.”

“Has it been that long?” his mate’s mom asked quietly. Her partner looked equally baffled as he nodded.

David also nodded. “Yeah. And, I can promise you without even a shadow of a doubt that these have been the happiest four years of my life. I was still mourning the loss of my father when I met them and not processing my grief well at all. And in every way, they saved me. They healed me and taught me how to heal myself. I’m sure by now that you’ve heard me call them ‘angel’ as something of a pet name. To me, it’s not just that. I mean it. They are my angel sent to save me. From myself, mostly.

“I love them more than... more than I have words to describe. I’ve always been a person of few words. It’s just a lesson I was taught. The less you say, the more your words matter when you do speak. Which... I think has been to my detriment in certain situations. Including this one.

“But what I can say is that the love I feel for your child is honest and it’s deep. I’ve never loved anyone as much as I love them.

“And... I wanted to make sure I said that before...” He cleared his throat again. “Before I asked for your blessing. I plan on asking them to marry me.”

His mate’s mom was already looking a bit misty-eyed. “Oh David...” she whispered, reaching out and taking his hand. His mate’s dad set his hand on top of hers.

“Son, you have our blessing,” he said. “You’ve been part of this family since the day they brought you home to meet us the first time. We would be honored to have you as our son-in-law.”

“We love you, David,” his mate’s mom said. “And, more importantly, we know how much they love you. We see it in their eyes every time you two come over. Every time they look at you it’s like they’re staring at the most amazing thing they’ve ever seen. You make them happy. And you’re good to put up with their playfulness when it gets to be a lot.”

“Heaven knows some of their previous partners didn’t,” his mate’s dad put in quietly.

“But we don’t talk about Michael anymore,” his mate’s mom insisted, tone growing hard and cold for a moment as she shot a look of warning to her partner. He shrugged nonchalantly. She met David’s eyes again, smiling with that same warmth as before. “And previous partners don’t matter now. Because you’re here, and you love them and they love you. That’s all that matters now.”

David blinked to try and drain the tears building up in the ache behind his eyes. “Thank you, both of you. I... know I’ve mentioned before that I don’t have any siblings and I lost both my parents. And your child... has become the only family I have. Sure my friends feel like family but... it’s not quite the same. Having your blessing to ask them to marry me... means a lot to me.”

His mate’s mom gave him a melancholy smile. “Oh, David,” she said softly. “You more than have it. We’re so excited for you!”

“Thank you. Truly.” David nodded.

His mate’s mom smiled. “Send us pictures after you ask,” she said.

“Or just come over,” her partner suggested, a bit more dryly.

“That works too!” she said.

David found himself smiling. If they were going to be his legal in-laws, he decided he didn’t mind that so much. They’d been warm and mostly-accepting of him even before he’d started working on his bad attitude. And ever since he’d started loosening up, they’d really taken to treating him as though he was already their son.

He chuckled. “Well, we’ll see how late at night it is by the time I get up the courage to ask,” he said. “I wouldn’t want to wake you up.”

“You can always come over the next day,” his mate’s mom said. Her partner nodded agreement.

“That’s probably what will happen,” David remarked. “Thank you both, again. I’m honored that you’d bestow your blessing so easily.”

“We love you, son. And we see how much you love them.”

“I do. With all my heart.”

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“So,” I remarked as David came in the door. “How were my parents?”

“How did you—?”

“Your location is still shared with me on Google Maps, remember?”

David nodded slowly. “Right,” he said. “Your parents are good. Your dad called while I was at work and asked if I could stop by and help fix a loose shelf. So I told him I’d drop by on my way home.”

I nodded. “Ahhh. Gotcha. You get it fixed?”

“Yep.”

“Fun. Ready for dinner?”

“Yeah. I’m starving.”

I smiled. “Good. I’m almost done.”

“Wait... you made dinner?”

“Don’t give my still-burgeoning cooking skills too much credit, Davey. I’m reheating that soup Mom gave us last week on the stove.”

“There’s my angel,” he teased softly, wrapping me into his arms and pressing a kiss to my forehead.

“C’mon. Let’s eat,” I said, tugging him toward the kitchen.

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polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup · 1 year ago

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i see you are a fan of megumi angst. as you should. i love my son ofc. i was there when gojo pushed that sea urchin out of his womb. i tried (& failed) to hold gojo back from blasting a hollow purple at everyone when they wanted to hold megumi. bro would not let him go. BUT. i love seeing my favs suffer.

SO — the zenin having more of an involvement with megumi? the higher ups fucking up megumi life without even lifting a finger or like talking to megs? GOJO putting his trust in yaga only to get fucked sideways by the fates themselves & starting a whole rebellion? YUUTA & MEGUMI MEETING RIGHT AFTER SATOSUGU divorce causing problems for the students? yeah. this is my jujutsu kaisen. gege could never compare to you.

i do have a few questions though like who tf was tsumiki texting & calling? how is kamo so down bad for megumi that even gojo cringes a little when he brings him up? is yuuta whole obsession thing be linked to rika coming back? MAKI. will we get to see maki & megumi bitching about naoya ?

but a more serious question is: why would the zenin fuck around & traumatize the adopted kid of the strongest, the ten shadows user, when they know it will come with consequences? do they think that there higher ups will put a leash on gojo or some shit like when they was younger? or did they do this out of some sick way of showing their care for megumi bc like they’re trying to show him that gojo is making him weak (which is so not true idc) & they decided to push his limits to showcase his weakness? like as a big fuck you to gojo & an eye opener to megumi?

Tsumiki Calling & Texting:

You'll see.

Kamo:

it's basically canon to me that he is. Kamo was straight up trying to have this big climactic confession with Megumi where he bared his heart and soul and told them they were the same and should find allies in the other and megumi was like "the hell we are" and had to say it twice so he would have no doubt. meanwhile his internal monologue was "why the hell is this guy acting like we're friends or something" megumi you have canonically known him for three years now. he's baring his soul to you. oh my god he wants to be your friend.

in actuality, Kamo is very lonely and isolated in his clan and sees Megumi as, canonically, the same as him. They were both born outside of their clan. Both clans brought them in (or tried to in the Zenin's case) because of their inherited techniques. they both have family that doesn't fit in with the rest of their clan. Kamo is constantly pressured to perform as the perfect heir and sees megumi as the only person in the world who has a chance of understanding him.

Yuuta:

No it's something else.

Maki & Megumi:

You'll see.

The Zenin:

Honestly it was a huge amount of entitlement and the fact that they just were not at all smart and never actually thought they'd face consequences for their actions.

First off, they never thought of Gojo as Megumi's adoptive father who loved him. They were the ones who loved Megumi. Gojo did this as a power play, and to keep the Ten Shadows from reaching his full potential. In their mind, he never loved Megumi as his son and didn't warrant the same levels of concern. They weren't going to exactly erect a billboard about his mistreatment, but they weren't all that worried either. They didn't think Gojo would do what he did and cut them off completely--they were more worried with Gojo trying to use it to make them lose leverage when they were getting a better custody deal. It was absolutely obvious to them that gojo was not doing this out of love and didn't actually care what happened to megumi.

They also didn't personally view what they were doing to megumi as abuse.

Most of the time that they beat him, it was during "training," which he did for a ludicrous amount of time during the day. He needed to be trained in combat. In zenin training, that includes feeling the pain of the blow according to Maki. He needed to learn how to handle pain. that meant hitting him for real.

Except his training was run by an insecure psychopath obsessed with his dead dad and a revolving cast of lunatics obsessed with megumi's progress because that was meant to herald the return of the zenin clan to its former glory. they went way too far way too many times.

The rest was just what Naoya called Zenin-typical discipline, but dialed up because he's fucking crazy. Like. The Zenin weren't strangers to corporal punishment, but naoya always liked hitting megumi. he looked for excuses to do it.

It's the Zenin way, at the end of the day. They all went through the same and turned out just fine. And they wanted Megumi to be raised Zenin.

They also just didn't think of him as, you know. a person.

He was their hopes and dreams personified. They'd waited centuries for him to return to them. Only for him to be tainted by their greatest enemy and taken from them.

So much of Megumi wasn't real to them. It was all just--Gojo's corruption and mockery. Wanting to wear his own clothes? spiting their traditional dress with the ways of the non-jujutsu world. Obviously Gojo's doing. Wanting to be called his own name? It's an honor to be the ten shadows. They waited five hundred years for him. Gojo would not be allowed to diminish that.

The entire clan was not aware that Megumi was being beaten. Only a very, very select few were given time with him, and they usually hit him behind closed doors. Which is what Maki remembers--she can't remember why, but she felt bad for him, and it was hard to figure out why, because he was the ten shadows and was supposed to be beloved. And then she realized that it was because he never had any time to play. And she always saw him being lugged unconscious from the training room.

She didn't see the bits leading up to it. how bad it got. she only got a glimpse, that most of the clan was more than happy to explain away. the ten shadows was training to grow strong for them, after all.

The people abusing him were entitled assholes who just thought they were above consequences. There's an old world mindset around kids in the jujutsu world--they're basically the property of their clan. There's no CPS. No one's doing a wellness check here. They normally would have been allowed to do whatever the fuck they wanted to megumi with impunity--the fact that Gojo's breathing down their neck is a slap in the face and a continued humiliation. They weren't going to add insult to injury and just. tiptoe around how they trained their ten shadows in the privacy of their own compound based on what gojo satoru might think. Megumi would be raised as Zenin are raised when they had him, and Gojo satoru wouldn't have a say in it.

Of course, this was a classic case of fuck around and find out. They didn't think gojo would care; they were wrong and he cut them off from megumi entirely. They never once thought about megumi's autonomous desires and boundaries; now they are cut off permanently from him. They were stupid and felt entitled to do with Megumi as they pleased, and they lost him as a result.

#sea glass gardens #also just being honest to Gojo about anything that happened to megumi was tantamount to admitting that he was an authority over megumis care #having to fess up to the parents about the kid getting busted up means they’re admitting he has a right to that information #he doesn’t have ANY real right to THEIR ten shadows #they’re not going to CONSULT him on how they care for their heir #and they’re not going to disclose anything that happens in the privacy of their clan and their traditions to fucking gojo of all people

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mydarllinglover · 1 year ago

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Alone || In A Kingdom Not So Far Away

"No! No way in hell." Gregory responded, when Rick had shared that they were going to fight back, against the Saviours. "That was not the deal. You people swore you could take the Saviours out and you failed. So any arrangement we had is now done, null and void, all right? We aren't trade partners, we aren't friends, and we never met."

"But we have." Natalia replied. "We saved your life."

"Nope. We don't know each other." He corrected. Sitting in his chair. "I owe you nothing. In fact, you owe me for taking in the refugees, at great personal risk."

"Oh, you were very brave staying in here while Maggie and Sasha saved this place. Your courage was inspiring." Jesus sassed, his arms folded across his chest.

"Hey, don't you work for me?" Gregory asked him. "Aren't we friends?"

"Gregory, we already started this." Rick jumped in.

"You started it."

"We did. And we're gonna win."

"These are killers."

"Is this how you want to live? Under their thumb, killing your people?" Rick asked him.

"S-Sometimes we don't get to choose what our lives look like. Sometimes, Ricky, you have to count the blessings you have."

"How many people can we spare?" Maggie stepped forward. "How many people her can fight?"

"We?" Gregory scoffed. "I don't even know how many people we have Margaret. And does it even matter? I mean-- w-w-what are you gonna do? Start a platoon of sorghum farmers? 'Cause that's what we got. They grow things. They're not gonna want to fight."

"You're wrong." Tara spoke up, she was stood at the back of the room with Daryl and Natalia. "When people have the chance to do the right thing they usually step up. I mean, people just..."

"L-let me stop you before you break into song, okay?" He cleared his throat. "And by the way who would train all this cannon fodder?"

"I will."

"Give me a week."

"Me." Sasha, Rosita and Natalia all responded.

"Rhetorical okay?"

"Wrong. You scared, pathetic weasel of a man, hiding in your office, petrified of your own shadow, the people of Hilltop are not weak, you are, if you want to waste away, acting as a slave to the Saviours, fine by me, go ahead, but we're not gonna let your people go down with you, I will personally turn all these people into fighters, if I have to." Natalia stepped forward, glaring at the man.

"Sorry honey, I never quite caught your name." Gregory told her.

"Natalia."

"Well, Natalia, I don't wanna know. I never want to hear another word about any of it ever. You're lucky I'm letting you here."

Daryl grabbed a hold of his wife, pulling her back with Tara, as she was about to lunge at the old man.

"Would we be better off without the Saviours, yes or no?" Rick intervened.

"Yeah. Sure. Okay" He shrugged.

"So, what will you do to fix the problem?" Michonne stepped up.

"I didn't say we had a problem. You did. And what happens outside of my purview is outside of my purview."

"What the hell man. You're either with us or you ain't." Daryl told him. "You're sitting there talking out of both sides of your mouth."

"Well, I... I think I've made my position very clear. And I want to thank all of you for not being here today and not having this meeting with me, or... or being seen on your way out. In other words, go out the back."

They headed out the room, Daryl had his fingers in the loops of Natalia's jeans as he pushed her forwards, though it didn't stop her from kicking one of the fancy chairs over, she didn't care at all if she looked childish.

"Walking ballsack." Rosita commented.

"Wanna knock that idiot's teeth out." Sasha said.

"Yeah, well, we don't need him anyway." Daryl decided.

"Yeah, that's right. 'Cause we have Maggie and Sasha and Jesus here." Rick agreed.

"And, Enid." Maggie added when a door opened, Enid walking into the house.

"What's wrong?" Sasha asked her.

"Nothing. Just..." She let out a chuckle. "Come outside."

They left the house, seeing that the people of Hilltop gathered around.

"What's going on?" Maggie asked.

"Hey. So, if you don't remember, I'm Bertie." One of the women said. "And I owe my life to you all, twice over. A bunch of us do. Enid says that you want Gregory to get us to fight the Saviours with you. Is that true?"

"Yes." Maggie nodded.

"Do you think we can win, that we really could beat them?" Bertie asked. "Us?"

"I do."

"Enid says you could show us the way. I'm ready."

"Me too."

"Yeah."

"Let's do this."

"Let's do it."

"I'm in."

The people of Hilltop volunteered.

"It's a start." Michonne said, as the group walked away from the house.

"We'll get more." Sasha told her.

"It still won't be enough." Rosita commented.

"No, it won't."

"It's gonna have to do." Natalia said.

"Well, we find the right stuff, then maybe we don't need the numbers. Blow 'em up, burn 'em to the ground."

"You said there weren't just soldiers with the Saviours, that there were workers there. People didn't have a choice." Tara told Daryl.

"We gotta win."

"We have to. People like the Saviours don't get to live." Natalia agreed. "If they're there, they made a choice."

"We need more hands, another group. Negan has outposts. The geography, the distance works against us. We gotta get back." Rick said. "If they come looking for Daryl and Natalia, we need to be there."

"You don't have to get back." Jesus stopped them, causing the group to turn around, to face him. "Not yet. It's one of theirs, long range. We can listen in, keep track of them." He held up a radio.

"So, if we're not going back, what are we doing, then?" Michonne asked.

"I think it's time we introduced you to Ezekiel. King Ezekiel."

"King?" Rick repeated the word everyone was stuck on.

The group loaded up in a mini-van, Rick driving, Jesus in the passenger seat.

The car was cramped, Carl, Sasha and Tara were seated in the back, whilst Michonne, Rosita, Daryl and Natalia were sat in the middle, Natalia on Daryl's lap, considering there were no other seats.

"Hey, Natalia, have I ever mentioned that I can read palms." Michonne told her.

"No, I don't think so." Natalia was clueless to her intentions.

"Yeah, I'm really good, go on, pass me your left hand, I'll see what lies ahead for your future."

"Hope it's winning a war." Daryl scoffed.

Natalia handed out her left hand, momentarily forgetting what was on her ring finger.

"Ha, I knew it!" Michonne said in victory, snatching at her hand before she could hide.

"Woah! You're married?" Rosita asked, looking over.

Rick turned in his seat, looking over before turning back to the road.

"Is it to... Neg-"

"No!" Natalia cut her off, as Daryl's arm tightened around her. "God no, don't ever say that to me again."

"Who then?" Sasha asked.

"Are y'all seriously that dumb?" Natalia asked.

All eyes turned to the man she was sat on.

She grabbed his left hand, showing it off.

"Wait, you guys are together?" Tara asked, Natalia forgot that she had been away the whole time throughout their relationship, letting it sink in how little time it had actually been. "About time."

"I'm gonna get Father Gabriel to officiate it when we get back." Natalia shared. "Speaking of which, what day is it?" She dug in her pocket for the handwritten marriage certificate.

"April 22nd." Michonne answered. "Do you want to explain?"

"Nah, don't need to, just accept it." Daryl replied.

"We are, but this is like a massive thing, when did it even happen?" Rick asked from the front, glancing at the couple in the rear view mirror.

"Last night. After we got to the Hilltop" Natalia answered. "Sorry, didn't know we were in an interview."

"Well, I'll be the first to say it, then, congratulations, Nat and Daryl." Jesus told them.

"Thank you, Jesus, means a lot, we'll invite you to the ceremony." Natalia said, as Daryl shook the mans hand, before looking at his wife.

"We ain't having no ceremony."

"Its where we're gonna get drunk, and get the papers legalised by the priest, idiot."

"In that case, congrats Nat and Daryl on getting hitched." Tara said from the back, putting out her fist for the couple to bump with theirs, which they did.

"Happy for you guys." Carl smiled.

"Thanks kid." Daryl nodded at him, as Natalia reached over, kissing his cheek.

"Yeah, guess you guys weren't having fun after all." Rosita teased.

"Congrats." Sasha nodded, she smiled, but it wasn't all the way there.

"Thank you guys, glad to know that some people are happy for me, for us." Natalia cleared her throat.

"Do you mean me? Nat, I'm mad that you didn't tell me earlier, I had to find out for myself." Michonne turned to her.

"Mad at me? It was kind of a in the moment decision, we didn't really plan it, I'm sorry. Besides, it's one of my several steps in my revenge program." She was only half joking, Daryl understood this, but he knew that she loved him and did want to marry him for real, he was also heavily aware of how petty the woman was.

"Your middle names Isabelle?" Michonne looked at the marriage certificate. "I know nothing about you."

"You know all there is that you need to know about me." Natalia told her.

"We're here." Jesus cut the conversation off, pointing ahead at the rundown building, that was being overthrown by flora.

Rick stopped the car, him and Jesus getting out.

"It's called the kingdom?" Rick asked.

Daryl opened the door, giving everyone in the confided space some fresh air.

"Yeah." Jesus confirmed. "I didn't name it."

"How much farther?"

"Well, technically, we're already here." Jesus told him. "I mean, we're always here, but here we are, at the Kingdom. Well, its outer edge."

"Hey, what the hell we waitin' on?" Daryl asked out the open door, as Natalia stretched her legs.

"Waiting for them." Jesus pointed ahead.

Two men on horses approached them, they were wearing, what looked like baseball gear to protect themselves.

"Who dares to trespass on the sovereign land of the- Oh, shit. Jesus, is that you?" One of the men asked.

Jesus waved at them.

"Are these guys for real?" Natalia whispered to the people in the car.

"Shut up." Michonne replied as she also got out the car.

"Who are all these people. Paul?" The other man asked.

"Hi, Richard." Jesus greeted him. "Nice to see you."

"It's good to see you, too." Richard responded. "Your friends, who are they?"

"This is Rick Grimes. He's the leader of a like-minded community. These are some of his people. We would like to request an audience with King Ezekiel."

Richard got off his horse, a gun was in his hand as he walked over to them.

"Get out of the car." He looked at the three other people still in there, which they did. "You say they're a like-minded community. Like-minded how?"

"We live, we trade, we fight the dead. Sometimes others."

He seemed to get the memo.

"Line up." He told the group.

"Okay. This is a waste of time." Daryl concluded. "Come on, lets go."

Daryl walked back to the car, but the others gathered.

"Maybe you're right." Richard said. "The King is a busy man. We don't usually allow a pack of strangers to waltz through our door."

"A pack?" Natalia repeated, she wasn't some animal.

"We want to make the world less dangerous" Michonne took over. "And we are all here to show the King how serious we are about that."

"The car stays outside. You gotta hand over your guns." Richard told him.

"We only have two." Rick replied, Natalia didn't even have any weapons, which she was still annoyed about, they were still under possession at the Sanctuary.

Rick and Carl handed over their guns.

"Okay." Richard nodded, taking the guns. "Follow me."

He led them towards the Kingdom, Richard and Jesus walked together, talking, the others couldn't clearly hear what they were saying.

The Kingdom was far more than what Natalia was expecting.

It was a whole community, more than what Alexandria was. Plants and gardens were everywhere, men, women and children walking around the place carefree or working, and their buildings were huge.

"They have the numbers." Michonne pointed out.

"But can they fight?" Rosita asked an very important question.

"Oh, they can fight" Jesus told her.

"Maybe." Daryl said.

"Is that a baby goat?" Natalia gasped, looking at a small gathering of animals.

"Morgan?" Tara spotted the man, catching everyone's attention.

He was stood with Richard, before noticing them, heading over.

"Hey." He smiled, hugging the woman.

"How do you know each other?" Richard asked when Sasha hugged Morgan, no one else bothered to.

"We go back to the start." Rick answered.

"Well, the King is ready to see you."

The group followed into the building, Daryl and Natalia were at the end of the group.

"Did you find Carol?" Rick asked Morgan.

"I did, yeah."

"What do you mean?" Natalia asked, did the woman go missing?

"Where is she, is she okay?" Daryl stepped in.

"She was here, and then she left." Morgan told the couple. "You know, she wasn't too happy, me following her. She wanted to get away from us, from everyone. But when I found her, she was shot. It was just a graze. I got her back here. They got doctors. They're good."

"Was it them?"

"It was." He nodded. "She had crossed with some of them, and one of them followed her, tried to kill her, but I stopped him. I killed him. I had to."

"Good." Natalia folded her arms. "They don't get to live, none of them do."

"That's right." Rick nodded.

"Carol was here. She got help. Now she's gone." Morgan told them.

Natalia's jaw dropped when they walked into the auditorium.

"That's a- That's a fucking tiger, there's a tiger." She hissed, hitting Daryl's arm as the others stared.

"Staring right at it, stop hitting me, girl." He told her, as she linked her arm with his, using him as a human shield if need be.

"Jesus!" A man sat on top of a throne said, in a booming voice. "It pleases me to see you, old friend."

"It pleases him, indeed!" A man on his right said.

"Jerry." King Ezekiel side eyed the man. "Tell me, what news do you bring good King Ezekiel? Are these new allies you've brought me?"

"Indeed, they are, Your Majesty." He turned to the group. "This is... Oh, right. I forgot to mention that..."

"Tiger." Natalia repeated in an hoarse voice, cracking at the word, pulling Daryl closer to her as she looked over his shoulder, her fingernails digging into her skin, when the tiger let out a roar.

"This is Rick Grimes, the leader of Alexandria." Jesus introduced as they walked closer. "And these are some of his people."

"I welcome you all to the Kingdom, good travellers. Now, what brings you to our fair land? Why do you seek an audience with the King?"

Daryl pulled Natalia to stand in one of the rows of chairs.

"Ezekiel. King Ezekiel." Rick corrected himself. "Alexandria, The Hilltop, and the Kingdom, all there of our communities have something in common. We all serve the Saviours. Alexandria already fought them once, and we won. We thought we took out the threat, but we didn't know then what we know now. We only beat one outpost. We've been told you have a deal with them, that you know them. Then you know they rule through violence and fear."

King Ezekiel looked towards Jesus.

"Your Majesty, I only told them of the..."

"Our deal with the Saviours is not known among my people." The king cut him off. "For good cause. We made you a party to that secret when you told us of the Hilltop's own travails, but we did not expect you to share..."

"We can help each other."

"Don't interrupt the King." Jerry told Jesus.

"We brought you into our confidence. Why did you break it?"

"Because I want you to hear Rick's plans."

The King looked back at their leader.

"And what plans have you, Rick Grimes of Alexandria?"

"We came to ask the Kingdom, to ask you, to join us in fighting the Saviours, fighting for freedom for all of us." Rick told him.

"What you are asking is very serious."

"Several of our people, good people, were killed by the Saviours, brutally." Michonne stepped forward.

"Who?" Morgan asked.

"Abraham." Rosita answered. "And Glenn. Spencer, Olivia. Eugene was taken. They took Daryl and Natalia. They escaped. Every second the both of them are out here, they're a target."

Natalia leant her head on her husbands back, removing her nails from his arms and wrapping them around his waist as they listened to the woman.

"You gonna say you were right?" Rosita asked Morgan.

"No.... I'm... I'm just real sorry they're gone." He answered.

"Negan murdered Glenn and Abraham, beat them to death."

"Terrorized the Hilltop, set loose walkers just to make a point." Sasha added.

"I used to think the deal was something we could live with." Jesus said, speaking to the king now. "A lot of us did. But that's changing. So let's change the world, Your Majesty."

"I want to be honest about what we're asking." Rick started. "My people are strong, but there's not enough of us. We don't have guns... not enough, at least. Not a lot of weapons, period."

"We have people." Richard said. "And weapons. If we strike first, together, we can beat them. Your Majesty, no more waiting for things to get worse beyond what we can handle. We set things right. The time is now."

"Morgan, what say you?" King Ezekiel asked.

Natalia dreaded the mans response.

"Me?" He asked.

"Speak." The King encouraged.

"People will die. A lot of people, and not just the Saviours." He said. "It... If we can find another way, we have to. Maybe it's just about Negan, just capturing him, holding him. Maybe... I..."

"The hour grows late." King Ezekiel stood from his throne. "Rick Grimes of Alexandria... you have given the King much to ponder."

"Well, when I was a kid, uh, my mother told me a story. There was a road to a kingdom, and there was a rock in the road. And people would just avoid it, but horses would break their legs on it and die, wagon wheels would come off. People would lose the goods they'd be coming to sell. That's what happened to a little girl. The cask of beer her family brewed fell right off. It broke. Dirt soaked it all up, and it was gone. That was her family's last chance. They were hungry. They didn't have any money. She just... sat there and cried, but... she wondered why it was still there... for it to hurt someone else. So she dug at that rock in the road with her hands till they bled, used everything she had to pull it out. It took hours. And then... when she was gonna fill it up, she saw something in it. It was a bag of gold."

"Alright." Jerry smiled, the teenage boy who was stood next to the large man, looked at him, confused, so had the others.

"The king had put that rock in the road" Rick continued. "Because he knew the person who dug it out, who did something, they deserved a reward. They deserved to have their life changed for the good... forever."

"I invite you all to sup with us and stay till the morrow." King Ezekiel declared.

"Yeah, we need to get back home." Rick replied.

"I shall deliver my decree in the morn." He then banged his staff on the floor, ending the meeting.

The next morning, Richard led them to the auditorium once again.

A group of people, in the gear, were running around the Kingdom, in formation.

Another stood around bullseyes, learning and training on Archery, a one legged woman was hitting the middle of the targets every time.

"This is life here." King Ezekiel told them. "Everyday, but it came at a cost." He turned to face them, instead of the archers. "And I wanted more of this. I wanted to expand. To create more places like this. Men and women lost their limbs. Children lost their parents because I sent them into battle against the wasted when I did not need to."

"This is different." Rick told him.

"It isn't." He disagreed.

"It is." Rick repeated. "The dead don't rule us. The world doesn't look like this outside your walls. People don't have it as good. Some people don't have it good at all."

"I have to worry about my people." Ezekiel gave his answer.

"You call yourself a damn king. You sure as hell don't act like one." Daryl told him.

"All of this... came at a cost." King Ezekiel approached him, Natalia was getting antsy, the last thing they needed was Daryl fighting the man. "It was lives, arms, legs." He turned back to Rick. "The peace we have with the Saviours is uneasy, but it is peace. I have to hold on to it. I have to try. Although the Kingdom cannot grant you the aid you desire, the King is sympathetic to your plight. I offer our friends Daryl and Natalia asylum as long as they require it. They will both be safe here. The Saviours do not set foot inside our walls."

"How long do you think that's gonna last?" Daryl asked him, he then walked off.

The others followed him.

Natalia caught up to walk with him, she was boiling with rage, but she was disappointed, it looked like a losing battle.

"Hey." Daryl tapped her arm with the back of his, noticing the downcast expression on her face. "We're gonna win this, they're gonna die, he's gonna rot in hell, for everything he put us through, through everything he put you through, I promise."

"I know." But she didn't sound all too convincing.

"So, the Kingdom has to get involved, or the Saviours will always be in charge." Richard's conversation with Rick and Morgan caught their attention as they fell back to walk with them. "It isn't about soldiers. We're making them stronger. The more food we give them, the more arms, the more everything, everyday any of us give them something, they become harder and harder to beat."

"All right, open it up. We're gone." Daryl told the people at the gate.

They listened, opening up the large doors.

"You're not." Rick told him as the others walked out. "Neither of you." He gestured to Natalia as well.

"We ain't staying here."

"You have to. It's the smartest play. You know it is."

"Rick, I have to get home, I need to." Natalia told him. "What about Evie and Sul- I have to get home." She had briefly forgot about what had happened at the gates of Alexandria, her heart hurting all over again at the memory.

"No, you need to be here. Try to talk to Ezekiel." He then looked at Daryl. "Or stare him into submission. Whatever it takes. We'll be back soon."

"But I promised her, I have to." Natalia tried. "She needs me."

"You know exactly what will happen if you go back, I'm not letting that happen, we're taking care of her, she's safe, and we're gonna make sure it stays that way, I'll make sure of it, you have my word."

Natalia's shoulders dropped as Daryl slid a finger into her belt loop, keeping her there, he wasn't happy about it either, but Rick was right.

Michonne ran back to them.

"Give it here." She told Natalia.

"What?" Natalia asked her.

"The certificate, you guys are gonna be legal by the time you get back to us, I promise. Mr and Mrs Dixon." She teased, smiling at the pair.

"Oh my god." Natalia dug through her jeans, grabbing the piece of paper, passing it to her friend.

"I love you, both of you, stay here." She kissed each of their heads, shoving the folded up bit of paper in her pocket. "Stay here, don't do anything rash." She pointed at the woman.

"She ain't gonna." Daryl assured.

Rick and Michonne then left the gates as they shut behind them, leaving the two there.

"We're gonna kill him." Natalia said.

"Yes, we will." Daryl agreed.

"Babe, come on, I wanna go see those baby goats." She stared ahead, her expression was still frustrated as she headed for the animals, Daryl followed.

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xviistrings · 4 months ago

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hello why do you think chie is straight. sorry if this is a stupid question or if i sound angry (i’m not) but i’m genuinely curious

so sorry for laughing when i first saw this it's just a very atypical question. last time i got someone asking "why do you think haru is lesbian when she seems straight?" and now i'm getting "why do you think chie is straight when she seems lesbian?". we are so progressive you guys

but yeah no hard feelings, i get this is an unpopular opinion and i am actually more than happy to explain!

so there's more to the headcanon than just heterosexuality, because i also see her as a trans woman! the two have a very big overlap and one would not work without the other in my eyes.

saying "she only ever expresses attraction to guys and not girls so she's straight" is a bad summary of my thoughts, but it does play into it. "expressing attraction" in this context does include the heavy queer subtext that is 100% present in persona 4 i can't deny that at all

a huge central aspect of chie's internal conflict is that she deems herself unworthy of love because she's not feminine enough. her shadow says she's failed as a woman and no boy will ever love her. that insecurity, feeling alienated from your own gender because you don't fit the standard image of it, that's definitely transgender in my eyes. maybe i'm projecting tho.

specifically, the insecurity lies within appealing to the male gaze. during the beauty pageant, chie plays up this timid and feminine persona (WOAH!) just to get the guys' attention. and those traits are the ones yukiko inhabits, and the ones chie envies.

that's another thing. yukiko, in juxtaposition to chie, is well-liked by a lot of the boys and they usually only talk to chie in order to get to yukiko, which is why chie always changes herself around guys so when yukiko inevitably rejects them, chie is there as their second option, acting as "appealing" as she could possibly get.

also, yukiko, in juxtaposition to chie, most definitely likes chie. she is absolutely a lesbian but i think the codependency was interpreted differently between them. to yukiko, chie was the girl who really liked her and she liked her back and they were going to run away together one day, but to chie, yukiko was the girl who she thought was superior to her and now that she's dependent on her it's boosting her ego. big one-sided crush energy.

i know i know i know that chie does actually care for yukiko. that's apparent. i've been jealous of friends before and still saw them as my friends, yes. yes yes chie said she needed yukiko and she was so eager to save her that she was willing to endanger herself, but is it such a stretch to say that doesn't have to be romantic?

i'm a very firm believer of platonic love and breaking down the relationship hierarchy and to me that means normalizing being deeply devoted to a friend. no romance involved. chie and yukiko are deeply devoted, i acknowledge that, but that doesn't mean they have to date, and that doesn't mean their relationship is any less valuable because of it.

also the whole thing behind chie "needing" yukiko is really an ego matter and not a sexuality matter. HOWEVER yukiko calling chie her prince, a concept she introduced in a romantic context, is definitely questionable

i've seen someone argue that all of this could boil down to comphet, and sure that's plausible, but when it comes to personal opinions over actual facts, i simply just disagree. chie's attraction to guys just doesn't really feel like a homosexual forcing themselves to like the opposite gender, but more of an insecure teenager desperate to be loved, which is universal amongst queer and het people alike.

chie's social link is about her learning to love herself, and takeshi or whatever his name was acts like an antagonist of sorts. he's the exact kind of guy chie continuously falls for, some douchebag who just talks to her because she's a direct train to the much cooler yukiko. but she acts different around him so when he's rejected, he falls back on her.

but chie does not settle for him, and she basically tells him to fuck off. she gets higher standards and she tells us that she wants to become someone strong and independent yet available to lean on, a protector, a role that isn't traditionally feminine! because fuck gender roles!

it's another key part of chie's character, that she's not traditionally feminine. she's loud and energetic and a more dominant force than a submissive one (don't make this weird), and although i really hate romance routes in persona, i think the foundation of the relationship between her and the protag is that even if she's like that and she's not going to change, he still loves her for who she is and doesn't make her feel like less of a woman. unlike TAKESHI FUCK THAT GUY UGH

i think it's relevant that the guy chie has a solid relationship is... well... a guy. because i think instead of just saying "fuck you" to all guys she gets a new perspective on dating and specifically dating men which is good. it's just a very different lesson otherwise and one they weren't going for initially... not that i agree with everything persona 4 says.

and like i said i really hate romance routes because i think the protagonist, as a character and not as an insert, is not compatible with like 99.9% of the girls he can date; that's why i see chie getting with a different male character who i will gladly talk about if i am asked but because nobody's asking and that will definitely add 5 jillion other parts to this rant, i won't... (please ask)

i think chie and yukiko as a couple are. okay? i do like the complexity of their relationship but i prefer yukiko having a crush on chie, chie not reciprocating, she politely rejects her, but they stay good friends and learn how to be independent. that way chie doesn't need to feel jealous and yukiko doesn't need to feel powerless! yay!

i also have another preferred pairing for yukiko that nobody asked about but i will talk about it if i'm asked... maybe even in the same post as chie x random boy... maybe... please (my followers know too well and they're sick of it i think)

actually this did turn out very long. um. you get my point though. i just feel like transhet chie is more impactful for her character than lesbian chie is. beeee who you areee for your prideeee. wow it's dark in here

#persona 4 #chie satonaka #koto.txt

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domestic-iliad · 2 years ago

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Hello, It's your secret santa!

If you've got any Angbang headcanons I'd love to hear them!

Hi, so sorry for the late reply I read this, got distracted, thought I responded, and then realized I didn't. Whoops! But yeah, here's a very disjointed list of random headcanons I have about them! Because honestly I have no idea where to start because I have many feelings about them (too many, probably)

First, "The Seduction of Mairon" as it were was 100% mutal. Honestly this is kind of the big headcanon the kind of sets my groundwork for them lmao. I kind of see their relationship especially in the early stages as built on actually agreeing on multiple things- specifically that they actually share similiar opinions on how the world should be- and after a while of this it's actually more of Mairon who was like "I want in- get me away from Aule and we can work together on this. I'll help you organize your plans, and whatever else you require from me, in exchane for freedom and making whatever I want" and at that point Melkor was already very much romantically attracted to Mairon so like why would he ever say no.

Melkor honestly tries to put on a very uncaring and scary act- he kind of shuts down his emotions because he feels like that's what earns him the most respect/fear- but honestly that goes completely out the window with Mairon. If Melkor is worried about ANYTHING Mairon is the first to know (unless he feels it would wear on Mairon too much- I do love throwing in the occasional angst of "why didn't you tell me this" if Melkor ever keeps a secret). This generally gets worse in my mind after Melkor's hands get burned by the silmarils and after things start to go downhill- where Melkor is almost always around Mairon telling him about his worries as long as Mairon is around.

On that note the only person ever allowed to touch Melkor's hands after they're burnt is also Mairon.

Honestly like 90% of my headcanons boil down to "these two fools love each other to the same intesity of Morticia and Gomez Addams and I'm sure there's some orcs and balrogs that find the constant display of PDA sickening"

Both of their love languages consist of physical touch and lots of conversation or a 180 of simply existing in the same room like cats but not talking at all.

They would 100% do anything for each other, no questions asked. The exception is if it was obviously the most stupid/reckless idea ever but at the same time if they could offer a genuine explanation they're both very likely to do it anyway (though Marion will plan out how to the reckless idea - Melkor will 100% just rush out and do it).

And one last on because I'm running out of off-the-top-of-my-head headcanons: Mairon 100% withdraws if he feels like he failed Melkor in anyway. It's definately not out of fear- Melkor would never hurt Mairon and Mairon knows that without a shadow of a doubt- but he prides himself on being Melkor's equal and anything that makes him feel like he's not matching that crushes him. Unforuntately he is also a perfectionist so sometimes this happens over small things- even if the rest of what he was doin was a success but one things went worse than he expected. Luckily Melkor is good at getting him out of this, normally by just dragging him out of whatever room he's decided he just lives in now and sharing new plans until things are back to normal.

If you need anymore/want headcanons for anything specific I promise I won't forget to respond next time. ;n;

#heacanons #angbang #not writing

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saeyoungs-angel · 3 years ago

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⨳ awumbuk — tdlosk

starring. saiki & you

plot. there's a certain emptiness that lingers after visitors depart, causing even the walls to echo.

genre. fluff, hurt-comfort(?)

cw. reader is a gamer and introvert, cussing, kinda hinted depression? not really idk

notes. whoo kinda like this one, dk if i wrote him ooc or not but i feel like its close enough at least, feedback on how i write him is welcomed:)

likes, reblogs, and comments are always appreciated! <3

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you wave your friends farewell from your doorway, kaidou mumbling something along the lines of a dark reunion takeover as they vacate your view. you shuffle towards your now desolate room, sighing as it feels slightly more open without guests.

yeah, your social battery might be a little empty after all their chaos, but you've truly come to detest the feeling of your friendless bedroom. you toss yourself on top of your comfortable duvet, fatigue granting you a mild headache. they're so loud and profusely talkative all the time, yet you can't help but miss the presence of another person.

human connection is an odd thing, especially to someone so outwardly introverted like you are. even on the days when you refuse to partake in hangout sessions, loneliness creeps up behind you like a stalker—always there, but not always known. you know who you call up on those dreadful days? none other than the expert introvert himself, kusuo saiki.

while you don't have a great deal of things in common, one thing is for sure—you're both introverted as fuck. actually, one of your favorite pastimes with him is voicelessly relaxing in either your room or his. these kinds of silent moments produce a struggle in your mind, willing yourself to call him whenever you're alone, while you know you shouldn't.

relying on someone to smooth out your jagged craving for connection is not ideal, especially someone like kusuo. yes, he's undoubtedly your closest friend, but he's still a distant enigma to you. maybe the shadowing reason for that is because your not as close to him as he is to you, unfortunately. nevertheless, the scuffle in your mind is never-ending, and you battle with yourself internally on a daily over whether you should contact him or not.

of course, you're keenly aware of his powers, attempting to restrain your thoughts in his presence—though the radius of his telepathy slips through that very awareness more often than not. if he's noticed your struggle, he doesn't make it very known, opting to shoot you a text with an offer of plans for the following day.

tonight is off, though—rain trickles down your window as the stars shine comparatively brighter than previous nights. nostalgia is a demon in your eyes, the feeling never fails to excessively dampen your vibe.

whether the feeling is planning a sleepover or not, you figure you won't be resting well tonight. snatching your customized console controller, you eye the one beside it—kusuo's.

the pink and green details inevitably catch your gaze, how could they not? it's brighter than your fucking lamp, honestly. you love it though, the simplistic gesture of him entrusting you with it grants you at-least a sliver of peace on days when you feel like a burden to him.

your littered, messy bedroom only serves to draw out more negativity, save for a few select things strewn around—kusuo's things, actually. once again, your thoughts are centered around the one person you were trying to dodge having thoughts about. maybe you should just text him?

almost as if answering your internal debate, the rain begins pouring violently. you ogle towards the disk in your palm, controller in the other. the design is so goddamn pretty, pink and green intricately woven in just the right way.

wait, pink and green? ..fuck. why didn't you notice? of course you think it's pretty, it resembles him, oddly enough. well, you guess he did manage to snag it for you a day after it dropped, so it should remind you of him one way or another. god, you pray he's not listening to you at this moment, you're a mess.

you reminisce on the games you indulged in as a child, a light bulb flickering above your head. you smile mischievously, sliding the disk down onto your finger as you've done before—only, you're older now, and your fingers have obviously grown a bit. you laugh to yourself at the feeling you remember decently well, reaching for it again to remove it so you can put it to use.

oh shit, it's stuck on your finger. how did you even manage?

in a moment of silly weakness, you plead for kusuo in your head, begging him for even a crumb of his help. as if on cue, you're immediately met with the feeling of another presence behind you.

you turn sharply, greeting him with an all-too-happy grin.

“kusuo!”

he stares at you as he always does, but with a hint of disbelief.

“..how did you manage?”

“that's what i said, too!”

he sighs, watching as you jut out your bottom lip in desperation. “please help, i wanna play.”

in a moments time, you observe his eyes shining for a split second before it's suddenly removed with ease. thank god!

“no, thank me.”

you huff, can't you get an ounce of privacy? grasping the disk with newfound excitement, you quickly let the console swallow it up, finally booting up the game.

you tentatively hand kusuo's controller his way, hoping he'll stay to enjoy the new game with you. he glares without ill intent, grabbing it with an edge.

“you were going to play it without me, weren't you? despicable.”

you tap your chin, feigning thoughtfulness.

“was i?”

“you're a heathen, (y/n).”

hold on, hold on. if he easily picked up your pleading from earlier, does that mean he heard you practically label him as pretty? oh my god.

he glances at you from the side, lips tugging upward in a minute smile at your thoughts—the ones you accidentally neglected to control.

“i did indeed.”

you fluster, because what the fuck? why are you so un-thoughtfully shameless!

“technically, you're the farthest from unthoughtful right now. though, if we're on the topic of your past thoughts, i'd label you as my favorite burden, not a normal one.”

“is that supposed to ease the blow, kusuo?”

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feedback is extremely meaningful!

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infictionalwonderland · 3 years ago

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hope mikaelson x reader , bestfriends to rivials to secret protectors to lovers ?

secret protectors is secretly protecting eachother btw

and if you can , can you start it where they are ex bestfriends already

sure thing darling ;) I’ve tweaked it a tad but it’s mostly the same

it’s quite shitty but It’s written with my sleep deprived brain.. so.. sorry.

warnings : swearing, mentions of sex, underage drinking

Y/N Y/L/N and Hope Andrea Mikaelson.

The two of you had an.. interesting history to say the least.

Let’s start with the backstory shall we?

Now the two of you had already come from feuding families, though you had both completely disregarded that fact in your first meeting and there was an instant platonic connection. One which you and her both eagerly deepened as you’d both grown up shadowed from the outside world and without the ability to form relationships of any kind, so it was like a first to the both of you. In a sense.

Your relationship status of friends quickly glided from good friends to close friends to best friends and the two of you were perfectly content with this.

Of course that was until you families had to go ahead and ruin it.

It was actually Hope’s mum Hayley who had found out about your secret friendship first, unbeknownst to you, and Hope had almost burst into tears at the look of shock and mild disgust on her mum’s face.

“You’re father told me about that family.” Hayley had said “They aren’t a good bunch sweetheart.”

And Hope had stayed mute and assumed that that was the end of that — but of course she knew deep down that wasn’t simply going to be the end of this situation she had gotten herself into.

The next day, she was at a family dinner — one which they commonly had every single evening so nothing seemed out of the ordinary in the slightest.

But the tense looks on all her families faces told her otherwise and she had felt her heart psychically constrict at her dad’s next words.

“We don’t want you involved with that y/l/n family.”

That sentence was playing on her mind for days as she actively avoided you at all cost, knowing full well a look into your y/e/c eyes would only worsen her current predicament.

But she made her decision (no matter how difficult).

Family was everything to her...

So the next day, she had met you in person in broken up your friendship in perhaps the rudest way possible she could think of in the hopes you would start disliking her and consequently leaving her life which made her family life so much easier. No matter how the mere thought being without your presence for eternity pained her dearly.

But afterwards it was after your friendship never happened.

You went to thinking she was just like how your parents portrayed her family to be.

And she went to glaring in the halls of school and showcasing her ‘hate’ while dreaming of you when the day turned to dusk.

• • •

“Looking good y/n.” Your friend (kinda) Bianca Goldman whistled as you strutted over to her where she stood leaning against a tree as she observed the lively party.

“You too Ani.” You smiled playfully, twirling a strand of Bianca’s strawberry blonde hair around your finger with a playfully seductive look in your eyes.

“Go find someone else to hit on, you’ve got half the school pining after you.” Bianca scoffed lightly with a joking (mostly) roll of her green eyes but anyone could make out the newly gained pink flush to her pale skin.

“Aww no need to be jealous Ani.” You whispered lightly with a mocking pout as you leaned in a little more and watched in amusement as her pale skin gained a more crimson flush.

However, what you failed to see was from across the forest. Leaning against her own tree was your ex-bestfriend (enemy to everyone’s knowledge) watching you intently with jealously shining transparently in her ocean blue eyes.

“What’s go your thong in a twist princess.” Elizabeth Saltzman smirked jokingly, her eyes alight with the perfect mixture of mirth and entertainment that masked her confusion.

Hope didn’t answer, instead, a glare glazed over her previously envious blue eyes and she pursed her lips together.

“You’re jealous aren’t you?” Lizzie asked in amusement though slight shock, her gaze quickly flickering between both you and Hope with a new sense of interest and determination.

“Jealous of what? I’m only concerned for Bianca, y/n plays people and leaves them high and dry.” Hope spoke defensively.

“More like pleased and happy.” Lizzie corrected cheekily.

Her response was a displeased scoff and Hope taking an even bigger swig of her beer.

• • •

It was officially the next day and those who weren’t suffering with hangovers (the vampires and some werewolves or witches who knew the correct spells) were up bright and early.. most of them.

You were a witch, a bloody good one at that and thankfully you knew the hangover spell but with your lifestyle you sort of had to know it.

Still — instead of attending class like you were obviously meant to, you just went down to the kitchens for some food because hey? food is way more important than studies, right.?

Standing in the kitchens and munching happily on a chocolate chip cookie and you heard a sharp gust of wind. One which you could identify with an approaching vampire.

But before you could even turn, a resounding thud rang out through the kitchen and you turned to see a vampire, a newbie — Leon Arnold — neck snapped on the floor, blood staining his lips, mouth and shirt and vampire features receding back.

You blew out a harsh breath and placed your hand on your head, trying to calm your rapidly racing heart.

Under her own cloaking spell, Hope Mikaelson smiled lightly to herself in accomplishment and relief. Oh so maybe this seemed slightly stalker-ish.. but she was curious to what you did when you didn’t attend class and honestly thank god she did decide to be .. stalker-ish today.

“Mikaelson?”

Shit. She just so happened to forget you were an equally as powered witch who could see past her spells.

“You did that..?” You gestured to Leon and much to the annoyance of yourself you felt a warm feeling encase your heart at the thought of her protecting you.

“Yeah..I did.” Hope nodded her head hesitantly and slipped a quick smile over her plush pink lips with her cheeks discreetly flushing at the softer look that entered your y/e/c eyes.

“Well thank you.” You spoke sincerely and cursed yourself out mentally for the butterflies that swarmed around your stomach.

Just like old times

A response wasn’t heard on Hope’s end as you hastily hurried out.

• • •

“Ugh this is stupid.” Lizzie groaned slumping against the wall as she watched Hope pointedly avoid your eyes and you do the same. She had a sneaking suspicion and she also had an idea which in her opinion was spectacular.

“What is?” Josette, Josie, Saltzman asked hesitantly as she looked up with the end of her of pencil resting between her lips absentmindedly.

“This!” Elizabeth practically shouted as she gestured between Hope and you and Josie looked on with wide perplexed eyes.

“No you know what.” Lizzie muttered, putting Hope’s wrist in a tight hold and magically dragging you over. Ignoring your groans and shouts of protest and everyone’s either wide and curious or shocked eyes.

Quickly, she basically threw the both of you in the nearest classroom and placed a spell on the door.

“Talk! Now!”

You and Hope sat in a extremely tense silence for about a minute or so just staring into each other’s heatedly.

Before suddenly she crashed froward and pressed her lips into yours hungrily.

You eagerly responded to the kiss, familiar with this nature of kiss, winding your hands through her soft locks of auburn hair as hers wrapped around your waist. Hope let out a little moan as you ran your tongue over her bottom lip and she obediently opened her mouth slightly for you to proceed.

Abruptly the two of you pulled apart, panting harshly.

“We should—“

“Yeah—“

“Be my girlfriend—“

It felt like time stopped from a moment and with a wide grin appearing on your face you nodded your head frantically.

Your families the last thing on your minds.

#hope mikaelson x y/n #hope mikaelson x you #hope mikaelson x reader #hope mikaelson imagine #hope mikaelson #the originals #legacies #mikaelson

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babbybones · 3 years ago

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hi, this is a theory about Ralseis (plural). it is more of a hunch than something i have lots of evidence for. i shot up at 4am and had to write most of this down like a completely normal human being

the secret bosses are "prototype Ralseis"-- basically, failed attempts at preparing a darkner to be a companion to safely guide kris and the other lightners through the dark world.

so ralsei has this mysterious implied connection to the shadow crystal holders. he has an unusual amount of awareness of the light world, to the point of being able to describe what the unused classroom looks like (a shadow crystal would allow him to see it, but the one we get from jevil is carried by kris-- never ralsei)

ralsei also seems to be aware of the player and of keyboard controls. he’s always the one reminding us to hold [X] to run and to remember to SAVE. the only other character off the top of my head that outright references the controls is Spamton (press F1 for help). there’s also the more obvious issue of ralsei trying to sweep the whole spamton neo thing under the rug and asking the party not to think about it

other thing that might be relevant is spamton’s specific fixation on kris. he pops out of his dumpster just for them (stock “Awww!” sfx), he acts all buddy-buddy with them, knows that there’s something special about their soul in particular, is aware that they are “on strings,” confronts kris alone at the end of the weird route. plus he is able to heal the party on command (not just with F1, but with HealDeal, which seems like a strange ACT option for him to have without this perspective, right?)

so this could have played out like

knight meets jevil, starts talking to him about legends and the roaring, but also about heroes and players and which keys to press and how to save... and jevil just completely loses it, so the knight has to move on to someone else

knight tries to be a little more hands-off with their approach with spamton. they call spamton and tell him what they need him to know, but they also tell spamton what he wants to know in return. and eventually they find that he isn’t a suitable candidate, so the calls stop.

and so on, until somehow, ralsei makes the cut

i’m going on a tangent here, but i also thought about the unused text in this context

Where... Where am I? Hello...? Anyone...? Is... is anybody out there...? Someone!? Anyone!? Can anyone hear me!? ... It's dark. It's so dark here. Someone, anyone, if you can hear me... Say something... please..

(also, the continuation in ch2)

No one can hear me, can they? ... I guess not. To be honest, I'm not even sure I can hear myself. It's so quiet here... ... and yet, sometimes, I swear I hear something... Something like... scratching?

it’s pretty likely that this is someone like Dess Holiday, who's implied to be a missing person-- gone with no grave to show for it. but i can’t help envisioning this dialogue as Ralsei, all alone in a barren dark world before somebody showed up to give him purpose. but the japanese translation of this text (intentionally?) avoids using personal pronouns, so it’s not so easy to deduce who this is (”boku” would support it being ralsei, for example)

but yeah it feels like ralsei being alone was a very... calculated choice?? by whoever’s pulling the strings here. all the other darkners have their own complex lives that are irreparably disrupted by the knight’s interference. but before kris and susie, ralsei had nothing.

#deltarune

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fruitcoops · 3 years ago

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Night Changes

This isn't based on an ask, but I've had some early-Cap ideas brewing and think about the first time the team heard him laugh a lot. His and James' friendship is so sweet in SW--the beginning of it must have been such a shock to them both. SW credit goes to @lumosinlove!

So maybe James had bitten off more than he could chew. It wasn’t the first time, to be sure, but coaxing (read: drag kicking and screaming) his new teammate out of the carefully-constructed mosaic of scowls that made up his entire personality was proving to be a little more challenging than he previously expected. With most rookies, all it took was some elbow grease and overenthusiastic inclusion in group events to get them to open up—with his brand-new soon-to-be best friend, he had to handle things a little more delicately.

Sirius Black was a puzzle wrapped up in one of those freaky code-breaking machines from World War Two Lily liked to talk about. He was one of the best hockey players James had ever seen, but off the ice he seemed to shut down. The intense focus on his face smoothed out into almost perfect neutrality, and in the four months since he joined the Lions, he had never once smiled for real in front of the team. He sat in his stall and padded up in silence, then went out and kicked ass before following Pascal home like a living shadow.

Naturally, James took it as a personal mission to pry Sirius Black’s closed-off persona open like a stubborn oyster. He tried including Sirius in group events—the rookie went along with a quiet “yeah, sure”, but sat at the table and nursed a single drink for the entire night. He tried getting into friendly banter with him on the ice, but it was like Sirius had never joked with anyone in his life. Hell, he even tried finding him a girlfriend, which tanked harder than the goddamn Titanic.

“Rookie!” James shouted down the hallway.

Sirius jumped and turned around, obviously confused. “Me?”

“Yes, you,” James laughed, jogging over to toss an arm over his shoulders. “What’s up?”

“Not much.”

He waited for Sirius to continue, then rolled his eyes and gave him a friendly shake. “C’mon, man, how was your weekend? Has Dumo coerced you into being a stay-at-home babysitter yet?”

Sirius’ frown deepened. “What? I come with him to practice every day.”

Change tactics, change tactics— “Got any plans for Friday?”

James knew the answer, of course; it was always no or not yet or a simple shake of the head. If he was a less observant man, he would have assumed Sirius didn’t actually want to hang out with the team. But the longing looks toward their easy rhythm and the way he always tilted himself toward locker room conversations told a different story. “None yet,” Sirius said with a shrug.

James gave him a friendly slap on the back. “Good, ‘cause I’m having a party at my place and you’re not allowed to miss it.”

“Why not?”

“Because I want you to be there, duh.” The bewilderment didn’t fade from Sirius’ face, but beneath it—well, maybe James was just seeing things, but he looked almost hopeful. He ruffled Sirius’ hair and headed for the locker room. “Friday at five, rookie! I’ll be waiting!”

The week passed in a slog of practices and cold weather. Sirius clammed up more and more as the party drew closer, but James didn’t miss the way his eyes flickered between the rest of them like he was analyzing a play. He would make one hell of a captain someday, if he could just relax a little.

“Hey, rookie, want a ride?” he asked when the big day finally arrived.

“Don’t you want to go home and set up first?” Sirius’ brow furrowed. For an eighteen-year-old kid, he was awfully thoughtful. James couldn’t wait to see him let loose a little. “I wouldn’t want to get in your way.”

“It’s a yes or no question,” he teased, poking the bit of exposed shoulder through the widening hole in Sirius’ under armor.

“I…” He faltered, then the corner of his mouth twitched up. It was the closest thing James had seen to a smile from him yet. One point for Potter. “Sure, Pots. Thanks.”

“No problem. Meet me at my car in five or so, yeah?”

“D’accord.”

“Oho, fancy French,” James laughed, turning back to unlace his skates.

It wasn’t until thirty seconds after Sirius left the room that he remembered he never told the rookie what his car looked like. Horrible, terrible visions of the poor guy wandering around the parking lot—or, god forbid, thinking James had left without him—flashed through his mind. It would undo everything he had been working so hard to build.

“Shit,” he hissed under his breath as he shoved his gear into his duffel with reckless abandon and hurried out of the locker room. His legs would be stiff from trying to run so soon after a grueling drill practice, but it was worth it to save his friend. “Rookie? Hey, Sirius, you still here?”

There was no response. James cursed again and made a beeline for the door to the parking lot. Please, God, don’t let him get lost. I need him to trust me.

“Oh, thank fuck,” he panted as he burst out onto the half-frozen concrete.

Sirius looked up from his phone with a strange expression. “Are you okay?”

“Thought I lost you for a sec.”

“You said to meet at your car, yes?” He glanced between James and the car in sudden worry.

“Yeah, yes, absolutely, I just—” He made an aborted gesture and dug his keys out of his pocket. “I realized I forgot to tell you which one is mine.”

Sirius blinked at him. “I know what your car looks like.”

“How?”

“Because you drive it here every single day and you gave me a ride three weeks ago.”

‘Dumbass’ went unsaid, but James could feel it hanging in the air. He coughed lightly. “Right. Anyway, you can toss your bag wherever and hop in the passenger seat. My place isn’t far from here.”

Sirius took his duffel as he unlocked the car and settled both in the trunk with more care than James’ poor, battered bag had ever seen in its life. That was another thing that confused him about Sirius Black—he was so careful. He walked quietly for someone so tall, and each movement seemed pre-planned.

Each movement, that is, until he tried to get in the car. “Uh, Pots?”

“That’s m—oh.” James covered his mouth to stifle his laughter as Sirius tried to fold himself into the passenger seat and failed miserably. “I’m sorry, my girlfriend was sitting there last. Uh, there’s a lever on your right—yeah, there, just give it a pull and—”

With a harsh ka-chunk, the seat slid all the way back. Both men froze. It took everything in James’ power not to burst out laughing at the deer-in-headlights shock on Sirius’ face.

“Yep, that one,” he managed. “Nice job.”

They drove in relative quiet—James chattered on about weekend plans and hummed to the radio while Sirius watched out the window with the occasional monosyllable response. It took James a bit by surprise how comfortable he was, even without a steady stream of banter. Sirius might have been stubborn and silent and determined to foil all James’ plans at getting him to socialize, but he was calming to be near, like an anchor on unsteady water. Despite his overall quiet air, he was obviously paying attention to every word that left James’ mouth.

“You’re a good guy, y’know that?” he said as they turned onto his street. Sirius glanced over in surprise. “Most people tune me out within, like, five minutes.”

“I’m a good listener.”

James opened his mouth to respond, then paused. “Was that—Sirius Black, was that a joke?”

Something akin to mischief—mischief!—crossed his face. “Maybe.”

“Were you roasting me?” James gaped at him. “Oh my god. The guys are never gonna believe this.”

“Probably not.”

“You sick bastard. They won’t believe me.”

“You can give it a shot,” Sirius said with a shrug as the engine turned off. Pieces began to connect in James’ head as he stared, incredulous, at the rookie he thought would never even crack a smile. Four months of work had not been wasted, as he had feared; every joke, every one-sided conversation, and every attempt to get Sirius involved had been seen and heard and taken to heart. When he thought about it, he wasn’t sure he had ever seen Sirius actively agree to something unless James asked personally.

“We’re friends,” he said aloud, too surprised and too happy to hold it in. Not friends in the way James was with the rest of their loud, over-the-top teammates, but friends all the same.

“Well, yeah,” Sirius said as if it was obvious.

James unbuckled his seatbelt and socked him lightly on the shoulder, barely suppressing a shriek of excitement. “Love you, man. Grab your shit, we’ve got a party to set up.”

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As much as it pained James to say it, having someone around who was six-foot-three was a huge help. There was no blow to his pride as he dragged Lily’s stepstool out; no grudging acceptance that he simply couldn’t reach those last two inches on the wall. Instead, he could foist any and all responsibility on his brand-new best friend in the whole wide world and focus on the things that mattered, like putting anything breakable or important far away from the grubby hands of his inebriated teammates.

His success was still ringing in his ears when the guests finally arrived—throughout the evening, James rode the high of accomplishing his mission to pull Sirius Black into his tight-knit circle. Every minute of those four months was worth it.

Midnight came and went, and by one-thirty in the morning James’ cramped living room was packed with tipsy hockey players in a vague imitation of a circle. “Non, non, I’ve gotta good one,” Dumo said, hiccupping. The room fell quiet as he leaned forward. “What do you call a body of water with a chicken in it?”

“What?” Kasey whispered, starry-eyed like a kid at Christmas.

“A swimming pool.”

The room stayed quiet, and then someone started to laugh. Slowly, they all turned to the source of the noise, and James felt a ripple of shock roll through the team as Sirius snorted. “It’s a swimming pool,” he said around a smile, his accent thick from three drinks. He had a nice laugh; James could get used to hearing it. “Like—poule, like chicken?”

His whole face was alight with happiness. James wasn’t sure whether to cry or cheer. That’s what I’ve been waiting for, he thought. That look, right there. Sirius fit in among the group like a missing piece of their puzzle, snickering away as if he hadn’t been stoically silent a day in his life. His laugh was downright bubbly.

“I don’t think they get it,” Dumo said into the rim of his cup.

Sirius shook his head, trying to catch his breath. “D’accord, so—so ‘chicken’ in French is poule, yeah? So a chicken in a body of water is a swimming poule. Do you get it now?”

A few oh’s of understanding washed over them, but several people continued to stare. “Too drink for this,” Sergei grumbled, though James could see the smile pulling at his mouth as Sirius turned to him with bright eyes.

“But it’s funny!” Sirius protested, so earnest it made James’ heart hurt.

“I think it’s funny, rookie,” he assured him with a clumsy pat on the arm. “And it’s my house, so I say Dumo gets a point this round.”

Kasey hiccupped. “Hey, anyone who makes the rookie laugh gets points in my book. No offense, dude.”

“None taken,” Sirius said, though his cheeks were pink.

James nudged him with his shoulder as Talker started a knock-knock joke. “It’s okay,” he said under his breath.

Sirius picked at the label on his cup. “I know I haven’t been very social,” he muttered.

“It’s okay,” James insisted. “It always takes rookies a while to warm up, so we’re just glad you’re happy. I’m glad my best friend is having a good time at my party.”

A heavy silence fell between them as Sirius looked over, eyebrows raised. “Best friend?”

“What, like you didn’t see this coming?” James slung an arm over his shoulder. “Yes, you French-Canadian nerd, you’re my best friend. And that means I’m your best friend, and there’s no take-backsies.”

“What the hell is a take-backsie?” Sirius laughed. “Did you make that up?”

James grinned. He had the feeling this was the beginning of an excellent friendship.

#sirius black #james potter #pascal dumais #kasey winter #sergei ivanov #thomas walker #rookie #sweater weather #lumosinlove #my fic #fanfic #pre-cap #friendship

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vampiregirl1797 · 3 years ago

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The Starlight Stone

GIF not mine.

Rhysand x Reader

Word Count: 4,898

Summary: Y/N comes from a different reality, where the characters and world she’s now living in, exist in a series of books. Rhysand takes her in, and she learns how to do something she’s never managed before… live.

Warnings: Can’t think of any? If I’ve missed anything, let me know.

Masterlist Here :)

Falling in love with new characters was as easy as breathing for me. In fact it was so easy, that before I realised it, I was only falling for them. Reading became an escape for me, a teenage girl without a shred of self-confidence, used to being the overlooked one in a group of friends, used to not attracting any kind of male attention. It was perfect, because the men I fell in love with always loved me back, never hurt me with the crushing pain of rejection, never thought I wasn’t pretty enough, or skinny enough. They loved me for me.

I just never imagined I’d wake up in one of the fictional world’s I’d read about, and come face to face with the High Lord I’d most recently falling for. I’d arrived several months ago, and of course hadn’t been able to keep a thing from the High Lord of the Night Court who’d found me trespassing on his lands. He’d gone into my head, not too far, but far enough to assess whether I was a threat to him or his people. He discovered pretty quickly that I had absolutely no skill set to be a threat, and that I absolutely was not from his world.

He’d found the concept of Prynthian being presented in a series of books both interesting and amusing, as well as him and his friends existing as characters within the novels. I was just glad he hadn’t gone far enough to find how invested I got in each of the books I read, and those who existed within them, him being one of those people. It would have been mortifying and I had wondered on more than one occasion what his reaction would be. But coming face to face with a man who had been fictional to me, and then become real overnight… it had thrown me into my insecurities. Into taking my feelings for the High Lord and shoving them down as far as I could.

‘Y/N?’ I was snapped out of my thoughts by Cassian popping his head into my room. Rhys had offered me a room at his town house when I first got here, and I’d never left. He’d offered the money to buy my own place, but I hadn’t been comfortable with the idea of that at the time, and now I had a place on his court, along with a wage of my own, but this had become my home.

‘Hey Cass, what’s up?’ I smiled, patting the empty space beside me on the enormous bed; in my world I’d never had bigger than a single, and this was about three singles put together.

‘Not much, I was gonna go into town for a little while, do you want to come with?’ His hazel eyes studied me with warmth and kindness, which was probably what had made me comfortable around him so quickly. He’d never looked at me with the disinterest I was used to being on the receiving end of from men; he saw me as a person and I appreciated him for it.

‘Sure. Anything in particular you’re after?’ I wondered letting my hair down from the messy bun I’d pulled it up onto when I’d come to relax in my room.

He shrugged, trying and failing to be nonchalant, ‘not really. Just felt like getting out.’

I sighed, shuffling to the edge of the bed to slip on my boots, ‘Rhys sent you to check up on me didn’t he? Let me guess, he thinks I’m becoming a depressed recluse?’

Cass gave me a look that was a mixture of concern and exasperation, ‘Rhys worries about you because you never leave the house. He doesn’t think you’re depressed, but he worries you’re not living either. You lose yourself in books, and you barely speak to anyone, even me.’

I turned away, pretending to busy myself with lacing up my shoes to hide the tear that slid down my cheek. Rhys was more observant than I gave him credit for. The truth was, since I’d gotten here, I’d basically been living the same as I had before; reading, sleeping, eating and more reading. I ate meals with everyone sometimes, but more often than not, I allowed the new fictional worlds offered to me here to consume me. I’d never been called out on it before. No one had ever cared enough to notice that I wasn’t just reading because I loved it, I was reading to escape the life I didn’t know how to live.

‘I-I’ I stuttered, forcing myself to stop and take a breath.

‘Hey,’ Cassian’s voice softened and he shuffled beside me on the bed to sling a muscular arm over my shoulder. My head went to his chest, not even trying to hold back my tears anymore, it seemed pointless when he could probably scent them anyway, ‘I didn’t say this to upset you, just to let you know that you’re family to us now, Y/N, and we care about you. We want you to live and enjoy life, not to fall solely in love with fictional places.’

‘This place was just a fictional place to me once.’ I murmured quietly.

‘And now you get to be here, and still choose to read yourself to death.’ He teased, chuckling softly.

I smiled, wiping away the moisture from my cheeks, because he was right. Rhys was right. I had been blessed with the opportunity to live in a reality I’d once yearned for with all my heart, and I’d been wasting it. Why? Because I was afraid to face the feelings I had for a certain High Lord, feelings that had only blossomed since coming here, despite my best efforts to avoid him. I’d been throwing myself into reading because I wanted to live in the fantasy that he would return my feelings for a little longer. But that had to stop. I wasn’t immortal here—at least I didn’t think so, I didn’t have Fae characteristics and I didn’t have any powers—and it was time to stop squandering my life being a scaredy cat.

‘You’re right. Rhys is right.’ I moved away from Cassian’s chest, wiping all evidence of my tears away, ‘lets go into Velaris. I’ve always wanted to stroll through the City and take everything in. It looks so beautiful from up here.’

Cassian grinned, and allowed me to pull him from the bed, and just like that we left the town house and were swallowed by the life of Velaris.

Six Months Later

‘I don’t think so.’ I shook my head, levelling the Shadowsinger with a no-nonsense glare, ‘it’s the Winter Solstice, which is the first one I’m spending here, it’s basically Christmas, and it’s a family holiday. You’re not flying off to wherever the heck you’re planning to go, with only your shadows for company.’

His hazel eyes were blank but he visibly stiffened. I sighed, realising that telling Azriel what he could and couldn’t do was not my place, and it definitely wasn’t the best approach.

‘I’m sorry, I don’t mean to act like I’m your keeper or anything.’ I stood from the couch where I’d been sitting, to move to where he stood in front of the fire. I placed a hand on his shoulder, and relaxed a little when he didn’t shrug me off, ‘it’s just… this means something to me. Back in my old reality, we had Christmas, which was something similar. We’d all gather, exchange presents, decorate a tree, hang decorations… but what made it special to me was the time spent with the people I loved. With the people I considered family. You’re my family now, Azriel. You, Cass, Ameren, Mor… and Rhys. Obviously it’s your choice, but if you could afford to, please don’t leave until after the holiday.’

I thought his eyes had softened at my words, but honestly it was hard to tell with the Shadowsinger. I left him alone to think over my words, kissing his cheek as I made my way outside; I still had some things left to buy for everyone. I’d gone a little overboard, but I couldn’t help it. I’d pretty much finished Mor and Ameren, I had a few last things to pick up for Cassian and Azriel, and the majority I’d left to buy were for Rhys. I already knew what I was going to get him, and most were already purchased and wrapped at each store, I’d just waited until now to get them, because while Rhys was trusted with everyone else’s presents… well giving him his own gifts just didn’t seem right. It might just have been me, but I felt like it took away the surprise, at least a little bit.

I smiled as I walked through the city, nodding in greeting to a few friendly people. Since that talk Cassian had with me six months ago, I’d started venturing out of the townhouse more and more. I still read, but it was for the fun of it now, rather than the escape from reality. I’d fallen in love with Velaris. The city was beautiful, and teeming with life and acceptance and peace… seeing it first hand really made me appreciate the efforts Rhys and everyone had gone through to protect this place, to make it a home.

‘Hey girl!’ Ameren’s voice had me looking to my right, to see her running across the cobblestone street to catch up to me, ‘you wouldn’t be out to purchase my Winter Solstice presents now would you?’ she grinned, her silver eyes sparkling with more life than usual.

I playfully rolled my eyes, ‘even if I was, I wouldn’t tell you. Your otherworld intimidation doesn’t work on me, Ren.’

She huffed, but I could see the amusement swirling in her silver irises, ‘fine. It amazes me sometimes though,’ she mused, going on to explain, ‘Cassian cracked like an egg in two seconds, told me what he’d got me straight away. But you’re immune to what makes me scary to people around here.’

I chuckled, being able to picture Cassian folding perfectly, ‘I wouldn’t say I’m the only one. And Cassian doesn’t prove anything, he’s like a big kid with this stuff. I’ve had to actually shush him to keep him from telling me about my presents, I think the excitement just gets to him. Now if you told me you’d broken Azriel, I’d be impressed.’

She huffed a laugh and tilted her head in acknowledgement of my words, ‘yeah, you might be right. He didn’t only tell me what he’d gotten me, he told me about everyone else’s too.’

I rolled my eyes affectionately, ‘that boy.’

‘Indeed.’ She shook her head, but when she met my eyes again the wicked glint in them made me brace myself slightly, ‘so what are you getting our High Lord?’

‘I’m on my way to pick up Rhys’ presents now. You can come with me if you want, so long as you don’t spoil anything.’ I gave her a pointed look and grinned at her offended look.

‘I’m not the gossip Cassian is, thank you very much, girl,’ she waved her hand dismissively, ‘anyway, I was just wondering if you were finally going to gift him with the truth.’

‘Who?’ I frowned, pulling open the door to the blacksmith’s—I’d requested a few specific weapons for Azriel, Cassian and Rhys, each custom made and fit to them specifically, ‘what truth?’

She opened her mouth to reply, but was had to wait until the blacksmith had handed over the three weapons he’d perfectly made for me. Azriel and Cassian had plenty of swords and knives and daggers, but their abundance in bows and arrows was clear. I’d seen them practice with the same one, and I doubted they had any specific for battle, which seemed a waste when they could both fly. So I’d asked the blacksmith to create some custom for them, and both now had their own bow, plenty of arrows and a quiver. Their names were engraved inside the buttery leather of their quivers, and each were made to be lightweight and able to be worn whilst flying without losing any arrows.

For Rhys I’d asked for a pair of daggers to be crafted. I’d seen him with a couple of swords, and I was sure he already had daggers too, but picking this particular weapon had just felt right, even if I knew it was likely he possessed some already. Each was pure silver, one held an amethyst stone at the hilt, while the other held an onyx stone. One for his eyes, the other for his court.

It was when we exited the shop that Ameren decided to resume her train of thought that I’d almost forgotten about, ‘the truth that you are in love with Rhys.’

It took a lot of effort not to stumble from shock, ‘what?’

‘Don’t play dumb. It’s obvious. Has been for months,’ she smirked, ‘we have bets on when you’re going to tell him. I have over the Solstice, so if you could do a girl a favour and tell him already, the winnings will be mine.’

‘Not to put a damper on your betting habits,’ I pulled her hand towards another shop I needed to go into, ‘but I’ve not got any “truth” to reveal to Rhys.’

She swore under her breath, ‘I knew I should have had spring, but there’s me being the optimist thinking you would have grown some balls and realised what we’ve all already seen by now.’

I frowned, ‘what the hell are you talking about Ameren?’

‘Rhys loves you just as much as you love him. Actually knowing him, he probably loves you even more, but he’s as much of a coward as you.’ She rolled her eyes, tucking her onyx hair behind her ear as I accepted another bag full of pre-wrapped presents for Rhys.

‘You can’t be serious.’ I didn’t know what else to say… the idea of him feeling a fraction of the love I had for him made my heart pound in my chest. I couldn’t fathom it.

‘Honestly, you’re both blind.’ She shook her head, but let the subject drop, and I was glad. Talking any more might have launched me into a full-blown panic attack.

I’d admitted to myself that fallen in love with the High Lord three months ago—for a long time I’d fought it, convincing myself I was just in love with the fictional version of him. But that theory had gone down the toilet when he’d laughed—really laughed—at a joke Cassian made, and I’d been powerless to stop myself from being overwhelmed with happiness at his happiness. It was then I accepted I was an idiot in love with a man I’d never have. But Ameren saying he did feel the same, well it made me panic because I’d never considered it a possibility before—I’d never had a man interested in me before, and the idea of it, the unfamiliarity, made me panic. So I forced it down and made myself focus on collecting the rest of my gifts.

The morning of Winter Solstice saw me rising bright and early, eager as a kid on Christmas morning. I realised that we wouldn’t be exchanging presents until the evening, after we’d all eaten, but I couldn’t tamper my excitement. So after I’d showered and dressed in leggings and a white woolly jumper, I headed to the living room to put the finishing touches on the decorations. Everything was basically done, but Rhys had found an eight-foot pine tree; I’d been telling him about the traditions of Christmas in my old reality, and he’d surprised me yesterday with a real tree. I’d hugged him tightly for it, unable to hold back my tears of gratitude at his thoughtfulness, and declared we’d have to decorate it tomorrow, after it had time to settle in the room overnight. A part of me wondered if he’d remember, but my doubt floated away upon the sight of him standing in the living room, observing the tree like he was sizing up an opponent on the battlefield. The thought made me chuckle, and he looked up to me with a smile.

‘Good morning.’ I murmured, coming over to join him, ‘is there a reason you seem to be sizing up this poor, defenceless tree?’

He grinned, his violet eyes sparkling with mirth, ‘well, other than the fact that it’s bigger than me and has an unfair advantage size-wise,’ I missed his soft smile as I laughed again, ‘I was simply wondering exactly how we’re going to decorate it.’

I softened with understanding, ‘well, lucky for you, I’m ridiculously prepared.’ I moved to pull out the box I’d stored behind the tree last night, after retrieving it from one of the shops in the art district. Magic was such a blessing here, and after I’d explained what I’d needed, and demonstrated with some awful drawings, they’d had everything made within a few hours. I pulled a few ornaments out, marvelling at the craftsmen’s ship for a moment before hanging them on the tree; there was a mixture of circular shapes and stars, in amethyst, silver, blue and black. They’d also crafted a silver star to go on top of the tree, fashioned after the star that always shone the brightest in the night sky of Velaris on the first night of Winter Solstice. It was so well made, I’d been struck speechless by how realistic it looked; as if they had plucked the star straight from the sky.

I nudged the box closer to Rhys with my foot, ‘just hang them however you want, like this.’ I gestured to the few I’d put on and smiled when he reached in and immediately followed instructions.

‘You know, if I used my magic I could have this done in under a minute.’ He commented, looking at me from the corner of his eye as if he knew my reaction before I voiced it.

‘Absolutely not! Decorating by hand is part of the fun, and the tradition.’ I protested, flicking his shoulder when I noticed his smirk, ‘if you use a flicker of magic, then there will be no presents for you.’

I frowned at the look of surprise in his eyes and he must have noticed my confusion because he said, his voice soft, ‘I didn’t think you’d gotten me anything. I didn’t mind, of course, I’m just surprised.’

‘Why would you think that?’ I turned to face him fully, ignoring the task of decorating for the moment.

‘Because you didn’t give them to me to hide.’ He shrugged, carefully placing another ornament onto the tree, ‘and I never expect gifts, from anyone regardless. I went a long time being consumed by disappointment after my mother and sister died, because my father never cared for the holiday before. But after their deaths, it bore a reminder of another year of them being gone. Then he and I enacted our revenge, and it was a while before Morrigan, Cassian and I were able to spend the Solstice together.’

I pulled him into a hug, winding my arms around his neck and not flinching at the appearance of his wings. They didn’t often appear without purpose unless he was feeling a strong emotion, but I didn’t question it when they cocooned us, his warmth radiating all around me.

‘I didn’t give you any to hide because I felt like it took away from the surprise of the holiday if I was asking you to keep your own presents.’ I murmured into his neck, missing the small shiver that passed through him, ‘I’m sorry, that you had to spend so many Solstice’s alone, Rhys. But you have a family now, one that would sooner die than leave you.’

He held me a little tighter, and I returned the gesture, burrowing further into his neck and wondering if I was imagining the increased heartbeat I could feel against my chest, or if I were perhaps mistaking it for my own.

I smiled from my seat in the armchair, enjoying the warmth emanating from the fire, and from the mug of hot chocolate I held in my hands. We had just had Winter Solstice dinner, and were taking it in turns to open our presents.

Ameren had gone first, and was grinning so wide it was almost scary at all of the jewels everyone had bought for her. Cassian had mostly been gifted weapons from everyone but Mor and me—she’d given him a sweater in the brightest green I’d ever seen, and I’d also gifted him some of his favourite liquor, a box of chocolates that Rhys had mentioned his mother got the General every year for solstice, some new books on war strategy, a new set of Illyrian leathers, and the bow and arrows I’d gotten him.

Azriel had also gained an abundance of weapons, along with a startlingly bright pair of purple socks from Mor, and some of his favourite liquor, a series of books on adventure and war I had a feeling he would enjoy, and a new set of Illyrian leathers and his new bow and arrows, from me. Mor had been given high quality clothing from everyone, and some of her favourite chocolates, wine, bath foams and salts from me. Rhys had been given a set of old leather bound books from Ameren, a Hawaiian themed shirt from Mor—mother knew where she found that—, what looked like a six-pack of beer from Cassian that had Rhys shaking his head with a reluctant smile, and a new set of Illyrian leathers from Azriel. I’d given him his new set of daggers, some of the chocolates Cassian had mentioned his mother and sister gifted him every Solstice, a painting that captured the beauty of Velaris perfectly, and something else I hadn’t yet presented to him.

I’d actually left the other gift in his room, on his pillow; it was a pendant that had caught my eye when I was buying Ameren’s Solstice gifts. The shop attendant had noticed my stare and pulled it out from beneath the glass—it wasn’t overly huge; about the size of a bottle cap. It was antique silver, with a stone at the centre that was so beautiful I’d been unable to look away from it. It reminded me of the night sky, to put it plainly. It was so blue I thought it was sapphire, but the flashes of pure light that I saw when I turned it reminded me of shooting stars. The attendant had explained it was a pendant often presented to a perspective partner as a way of showing your intentions—as a way of showing your love for them. It was often the step before the mating bond sparked, to acknowledge what you already felt for them. She mentioned that it was an out dated tradition, and many only bought the Starlight stone now purely because it was beautiful.

I didn’t know what possessed me to buy it. Maybe it was the possibility that he wouldn’t even know what it meant, maybe it was because a part of me wanted to tell him, and this was the only way I could muster the courage to do it. Either way, I’d left the small wrapped present on his black silk pillow before I’d joined the party tonight. And I’d had knots in my stomach about it since. A part of me wanted to excuse myself and take it back, but I forced that anxious part of my brain to shut up, because as much as it terrified me… I had to tell Rhys how I felt somehow, even if it meant that he didn’t feel the same way.

After the events of the evening, I decided to have a bath before I went to bed; Cassian and Azriel had passed out in the living room, one on the floor, the other on the sofa, but both were snoring loudly. Mor had made it to her room on the first floor, and Ameren had returned to her apartment. Rhys had said something about flying over the city before he turned in, and I was too awake with nerves to just slip straight into bed. So I ran some warm water into the gigantic tub that looked as if it would overflow onto the mountain below, and added some of my favourite bath foams that scented of lavender and honey—a gift from Az. I forced myself to breathe and just not think, and when my eyes started to droop I climbed out of the cooling water to dry off. I changed into the new silk gown Mor had gifted me for Solstice, and entered my bedroom only to stop short.

My heart stopped at the sight of Rhys sitting on the edge of my bed… and then picked up triple speed. He was wearing loose pyjama pants, and no shirt… and he was holding the gift box I’d left on his pillow. The lid was missing and he was staring at the pendant inside. I took a deep breath and crossed my arms over my chest to hide how my hands shook.

‘Hey.’ I bit my lip, unsure about what to do. Should I sit next to him? Stay standing in front of the fire about three feet away from him? Ask him if he liked the gift? Ask him if he knew what it meant?

His violet eyes lifted to meet mine, and I felt a wave of uncertainty wash over me at the guarded look in them, ‘do you know what this stone means?’ he asked, his voice quiet as he carefully held up the box, as if its contents were precious to him, ‘are you aware of the tradition that exists in Velaris? About what it means when someone presents this stone to another person?’

I took a deep breath, my heart pounding even faster now, and I was pretty sure I was starting to sweat. I wished I could read him better, wished I could know if he was hoping I knew, or hoping I didn’t. But he was a master of hiding his emotions, so I decided to go with the truth.

‘Yes, I know what it means.’ I admitted quietly, and knew if he didn’t have advanced hearing he wouldn’t have been able to make out the words; I could barely hear myself say them.

‘No, tell me. Tell me why you gave this to me.’ His eyes were still guarded, but his voice held a tinge of desperation, a tone I couldn’t resist from him.

‘I gave you that stone because the attendant at the jewellery store told me that the Starlight stone is what you give to a perspective partner, to acknowledge what you already feel for them, before the mating bond has sparked.’ I could feel the wariness on my face as he stood from the edge of the bed, stopping right in front of me.

He tilted my chin up to meet his eyes with his index finger and whispered, ‘and what is it you feel for me, Y/N?’

‘I love you Rhys.’ I admitted softly, missing the way his eyes softened as my gaze fell to his lips.

His hand caressed my cheek, his thumb moving back and forth across my cheekbone. I was powerless to stop myself melting into his touch, and felt my eyes sheen with tears when I saw the affectionate look in his eyes. I watched as the dark mist of his magic swirled around the pendant, and lifted it from the box to secure it around his neck. My hand went to rest against his chest, where the pendant lay against his skin.

‘I love you too, Y/N darling.’ He murmured, wiping away the tears that fell silently down my cheeks.

I vaguely heard the gift box fall to the floor, his free hand now landing on my hip and pulling me flush against his body. My arms wound around his neck, my fingers going to his silky soft hair as his mouth covered mine.

One Year Later

‘I’m just saying, Cassian is a great name for a tiny warrior.’ Cass grinned from the sofa, across from where Rhys and I sat in the love seat he’d bought for us about a year ago.

‘Absolutely not.’ Rhys drawled, his hand gently moving back and forth across my swollen belly.

‘Do you have names picked out?’ Mor asked, her face holding the beaming expression that was always present when we were talking about the baby.

‘We do,’ I murmured, Rhys and I shared a secret smile at Mor’s squeal of excitement.

‘We’re not revealing anything until the baby is born.’ Rhys grinned at the sounds of disapproval from his cousin and Cassian.

‘You’re boring.’ The war General grumbled.

We all chuckled at his childish behaviour and I felt my expression soften with affection when Rhys leaned over to kiss my baby bump, murmuring words about how his uncle Cassian would always be the biggest baby in the family. Cassian grumbled louder, much to our amusement. My hand fell to Rhys hair, idly playing with the strands. He kissed my forehead and my eyes fluttered shut at the feeling of contentment that washed over me.

Home. This was home.

#ACOTAR #ACOMAF #ACOWAR #ACOSF #Rhysand x Reader

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fastlikealambo · 3 years ago

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BURDEN OF PROOF: MATT X READER

summary: your boyfriend Matt Murdock told you to trust the law, to trust him to get you through what had to be the worst time of your life. but he lost your case, the justice system failed you, and you’re teetering on the edge of chaos. something in the dark is calling to you and now you find yourself heading down a road that even Daredevil is too scared to follow. trigger warnings for reference to non con ( not matt) and violence. Please don’t interact if you are not 18+. if you want to be on the tag list for this, just let me know!

TABLE OF CONTENTS

chapter one.

CHAPTER TWO

A better day.

“ Have you given much thought about what we talked about last week?”

“Yeah and I thought given the circumstances of the trial, I could forgo that last part. I know you’ve seen the video, that’s proof right there it might be better for me to lay low for a while, possibly subterranean if I can manage it.” You said absentmindedly playing with your bracelet.

You’d wanted to cancel therapy for the week but some not subtle urging on Matt’s part had you in front of your laptop in the middle of the day. It had cut into your tracking time and you were more than annoyed this time around.

“What I saw on that video was a person who had the courage to stand up for themselves and for those who could find themselves in that situation. Did you faint? Yes. But did you get out of bed and face a packed courtroom? Yes. I’m not placating you, but what you did for yourself with the world watching was powerful.”

“Thanks, I guess.”

“ If you can do that then we can get you out of your apartment for some fresh air a least three times a week. Go grocery shopping, go out for lunch, go on a walk, maybe even see me for an in person session. You’ve worked so hard on building a space safe for yourself and I think you’re ready for the next step. If you’re not, we can work more too. ”

She wasn’t wrong.

Also, there were only so many ways to track someone’s whereabouts from the internet and a fire escape.

You couldn’t do what had to be done if you could barely walk around the city you once loved.

“Fine, I’ll go on as many walks as you want, just don’t call me powerful again.”

“Deal. I think that’s a good place to stop for now, continue your exercises and we’ll pick up next time.”

You two exchange goodbyes and you get back to both your regularly scheduled sleuthing and actual job. Halfway through your last bit of work, two news notifications ping on your phone and you barely glance at it first before the headlines actually sink in.

NOW A FREE MAN, CONTROVERSIAL TECH GIANT SETS HIS SIGHTS ON POLITICS JUST IN TIME FOR CITY PRIMARIES.

JUDGE IN LANDMARK CASE REPORTED MISSING.

“ Done? What do you mean, Matt?” Karen asked, looking up from her work on their next case.

“She said last night, she doesn’t want to pursue any more legal action. The trial was enough for her, she’s done.”

“ Well I don’t blame her, all that she's been through. It just doesn’t make sense to me, you had evidence, you had witnesses, there’s no way the jury could have walked away with that. There’s something more to this that we’re just not seeing.”

“ What we’re not seeing is money. His team of lawyers would cost him more than we'd make any one lifetime, possibly two. Every angle of attack we had, they were prepared for, it’s weird.” Foggy said.

“ Weirdness aside, it’s what she wants and if it keeps her safe, it’s what I want too. “ Matt said, grabbing his cane and jacket. He didn’t like to leave you at home for long periods of time by yourself, too much had happened without him there and if it meant being your shadow from now to eternity, then that’s what he’d have to do.

“ Well things are going to get weirder: He just announced his run for Governor, it’s up on The Bulletin already.” Karen said, looking down at her phone.

“He didn’t even wait an entire 24 hours, what a piece of shit.” Foggy remarked, reading over her shoulder.

If Matt gripped his cane any harder, it would have snapped.

How could someone do that?

How could someone hurt someone else and offer themselves to the city, the entire state, as a hero?

God knew Matt had done things, terrible things.

But this made him sick.

This made him angry, so very angry.

As he walked home, he focused on your heartbeat. For the first time in days, it was calm, content even, and it pushed away all the previous thoughts of gratuitous violence from the forefront of his mind. Each and every beat made up for the time it stopped that night and there was nothing he wouldn’t do to ensure that never happened again.

The little jewelry box in his jacket he carried since before that night served as a reminder that he would love you, all of you, no matter what. Even if he never touched that box again, it didn’t matter in the slightest.

He’d love you in whatever form you’d take of him and that was that.

The sound of your laugh brought him back into the moment as he unlocked the door, taking care to announce his presence to you before locking the several locks behind him.

“Hey baby, dinner will be ready soon.” You said, sweeping by to kiss his cheek.

“ Smells good, can’t wait.” Matt said simply. He stepped back from the kitchen and leaned on a door frame, taking in your sounds, the clattering of pots and pans, an easy smile on his face.

“What’s with the goofy smile?” You ask, setting out plates on the table.

“ I haven’t heard you laugh in a while, it’s nice. “ Matt said, taking his place at the table, his hand slipping over yours for a second.

“ Well, today was a better day than yesterday. ” You explained, careful with your words. It wasn’t a lie, you were doing better today, you had new information on what his next moves were and that brought you one step closer to your decision.

But you hadn’t crumbled at the sight of his name, the sound of a door opening hadn’t sent your heart into overdrive. You got up today and that tiny act was enough to call today a better day.

“Good, I’m glad.” Matt said, bring your hand to his lips.

Right now, there weren’t any lies, no breaking news, no missing

Just two people enjoying dinner together.

While two people enjoyed dinner together on a better day than yesterday, across town a certain therapist’s office was being broken into, her laptop stolen, and a file on you was being delivered to someone in an unmarked car.

While you were hunting him, someone was hunting you.

Chapter 3 coming soon :) Hope you liked it!

#matt murdock x reader #matt murdock imagine #matt murdock angst #daredevil x reader #daredevil fic #tw noncon

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triptuckers · 3 years ago

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Drunken words - Kaz Brekker

Request: yes "Hi, I have just binge read almost all of your shadow and bone one shots and was wondering if you could do one where f!reader goes out drinking with Nina and when she comes back drunk she accidentally confesses her love for Kaz but doesn’t remember it when she wakes up and Kaz doesn’t mention it but he also loves her?" Pairing: Kaz Brekker x reader Summary: You wake up with a pounding headache and some very vague memories of the night before. Luckily Nina is there to help you remember Warnings: mentions of alcohol/drinking, language Word count: A/N: mmm see this? this request right here? I like it 😌 thanks for requesting it! TAG LIST (grishaverse): @ayushmitadutta @mrs-brekker15 @dancingwith-sunflowers @thegirlwiththeimpala @parker-natasha @story-scribbler @romanoffstarkovs @daliareads @meiitanoia @itsnotquimey @sanktaesperanza @whymyparentscheckmyphone @aleksanderwh0r3 @ilovemarvelanne1 @marlenaisnthappy @brekker-zenik @just-deka @graceknxwlson @the-very-tired-mess TAG LIST (kaz brekker): @mufnasa @Janesofia7 @stairscortana @parker-natasha @illicitghosts @brick-by-brick553 add yourself to my tag lists here

Every last Friday of the month, you go out for drinks with Nina. It's a tradition you started a while back. You'd gotten back from a particular rough job, and Nina suggested to go and have a drink. The others were tired, so you were the only one to accompany her. Ever since, the two of you go out every last Friday of the month.

Sometimes you both make it back in time, sometimes you don't show up til morning. And sometimes you're leaning heavily on each other, giggling and laughing.

The crows didn't mind now, though they were a bit concerned at the beginning. But after you showed them that even drunk, Jesper is only a slightly better shot than you are, they trusted you to come back home alright.

On one Friday night, you and Nina stumble into the kitchen of the Slat somewhere around 2 am. You're surprised to see it's not empty.

Kaz is sitting in one of the chairs, and he looks up when you and Nina try to silently enter the building. You fail when you stumble and squeal as you hold on to Nina's arm to prevent yourself from falling.

Nina seemed to be less drunk than you are. At least she can stand on her own feet.

Kaz' eyes follow you as Nina drags you to the kitchen to get you a glass of water, hoping it would sober you up a little.

You hop on the counter and take the glass from Nina without protest. When you look at Kaz, you see he's turned his gaze away from you.

'Aren't you going to ask if we had fun?' you say, pouting slightly.

Kaz looks at you. You're wearing a dress that's only reserved for nights out with Nina. You're also wearing heels and though you'd styled your hair nicely before you went out, it's now messy as it falls over your shoulders.

'You look like you had fun.' says Kaz. 'But I'll ask anyway. Did you have fun?'

'Yesss.' you say, dragging out the word. You don't look up when Nina puts a new glass of water in your hand.

'You should come sometimes.' you say to Kaz.

He merely raises an eyebrow, and doesn't answer you.

'I don't think Kaz is the type of person who goes out a lot.' says Nina.

'But it's fun!' you say somewhat offendedly. 'If anyone needs to let loose every once in a while, it's Kaz.'

'How so?' says Nina, chuckling.

'His jaw is always clenched.' you point out.

'No it's not.' says Kaz.

You nod, smiling happily. 'Yea it is! Don't think I wouldn't notice, I look at you a lot.' you say.

'Do you, now?' says Kaz, not paying much attention to you, as you're drunk and probably not aware of what you're saying.

'Most of the time. All of the time.' you say. 'Just a lot, really.'

'You're drunk, Y/N.' says Kaz. 'You should go to bed.'

'Night's not over yet!' you say and you jump off the counter, spilling some of the water on yourself. 'We could still go out! You should join us, Kaz.'

'I think you should go to bed, Y/N.' says Nina.

You glare at her over your shoulder. 'Buzz killer.' you say.

Nina puts up her hands in defence. 'I'm just saying tonight I'm not going out anymore, I'm going to bed. And you should too.' she says.

When she walks past you, she gives you a new glass of water. You're not aware of taking it, but you drink half of it anyway.

'Nina, you should stay.' you say when she walks to the door. 'Don't leave me alone with Kaz!'

'Why not?' says Kaz immediately, his curiosity getting the better of him.

You turn to him, then back to Nina. 'Nina! Don't leave me alone with Kaz, you know I say stupid shit when I'm drunk!' you say.

She looks over her shoulder. 'You say a lot of things when you're drunk, Y/N. At least drunk words are sober thoughts.' she says as she walks away.

'Nina come back! I might end up exposing myself!' you say.

This makes Nina stop and turn around. She looks at you and frowns.

'Expose yourself how?' she says.

'I might tell Kaz I love him.' you whisper, loud enough for everyone to hear.

You see Nina's eyes go wide. Before you can say anything, or turn around to look at Kaz, Nina's marched up to you, grabbed a hold of your arm and is pulling you up the stairs.

In the doorway, you look over your shoulder at Kaz.

There's an odd expression on his face you can't quite read, you've never seen it before. He doesn't look at you as you start to walk up the stairs with Nina's help.

You barely register anything after that moment, the exhaustion suddenly kicking in. You fall down on your bed without even taking your heels off.

The next morning, you wake with a pounding headache despite all the water Nina made you drink. You push yourself up in a sitting position and rub your head.

None of the crows had been so stupid to wake you. Everyone knew the last Friday of the month was spent drinking, and the morning after it would be unwise to wake you or Nina before noon.

After stripping off your tight dress and heels, you take a hot bath, scrubbing all of the sweat of last night off of your skin.

You get dressed in comfortable clothes and head downstairs to get a big cup of coffee.

But when you want to enter the kitchen, you are met by Nina standing in the doorway.

'Oh good, you're up.' she says.

'Morning.' you say. 'How's your headache?'

'Almost over.' she says. 'Don't go into the kitchen.'

'Why not?' you say, frowning.

'Because Kaz is there.' says Nina.

'What, is he in a bad mood or something?' you say.

'No. But he hasn't said anything all morning.' she says.

'So he's normal.' you say, pushing past Nina.

She attempts to stop you, but you walk away from her, straight to the fresh pot of coffee. You pour yourself a generous amount of it, and then sit at the same table Kaz is sitting at.

He looks at you, but doesn't say anything.

'You good?' you say after a while. 'I'm sure that's the longest you've ever looked at me. Have I got something on my face?'

Kaz shakes his head.

'Then why are you looking at me like that?' you say.

'Do you remember anything from last night?' asks Kaz.

You squint your eyes, trying to remember.

'Nina and I played card games with some Zemeni tourists. They lost. Then we lost. Then we lost again. I don't think I threw up, though. I remember walking back to the Slat and going to bed.' you say.

'That's all?' says Kaz.

'Yeah, I think that's it.' you say. 'Why?'

'Just curious.' says Kaz.

'You're never just curious, Kaz, you always have a reason. What's this all about?' you say.

'Fine.' he says. 'I have a bet with Jesper, how much you would remember. It appears he needs to pay me.'

He gets up and without another word, he leaves the room. Your eye catches Nina's gaze and you shrug, turning back to your coffee.

'Did I do something stupid last night?' you say. Most of the times when you got drunk, you did stupid stuff. You wonder if last night would have been any different.

'Well.' says Nina as she sits down in front of you. 'That depends.'

'On what?' you say as you finish your coffee.

'You should talk to Kaz about that.' says Nina. 'He doesn't have a bet with Jesper.'

'Then why would he leave like that?' you say.

'Again, you should talk to him about that.' says Nina.

'What aren't you telling me, Nina?' you say.

You see her debating wether or not she should tell you.

'Tell me or I'll tell everything how horrible you dance when you get drunk.' you threaten.

'You told kaz you love him.' she blurts out.

Your eyes widen. 'Oh no.' you say. 'No, no, no, I did not. Fuck.'

'Well, you didn't exactly tell him. You told me not to leave you alone because you might end up telling him.' says Nina

You bury your face in your hands. 'Oh, Saints, this is bad.' you say. 'This is really fucking bad.'

'How so?' says Nina.

'He's still technically our boss, Nina. And there's no way he has the same feelings for me.' you say.

'You won't know unless you ask him.' says Nina.

'What would I even say to him?' you say.

Nina shrugs. 'Well you could sit here thinking about it, or go up to his office and talk to him.' she says.

You shake your head and rub a hand over your face. 'Fuck.' you mutter. 'You're probably right.'

'I always am, darling.' says Nina.

You finish your cup of coffee and get up. Nina gestures for you to start walking. You head to the stairs and walk them as slowly as you can.

Would he be mad? What if things would forever be awkward between the two of you? Maybe if you were fast, you could still take it back. You were drunk, you could tell him you didn't mean it.

You stop in front of the door to Kaz' office. You determinedly raise a hand to knock on it, but your fist only hovers mid-air.

'It helps if you actually knock.'

You jump slightly at the sound of a voice. When you turn around, you see Kaz standing behind you.

'Or you could just go in if you have a key.' he says, walking up to the door and pulling out his key.

You're at loss for words, watching as Kaz opens the door and head inside. You're still standing in the doorway when Kaz looks up.

'You can come in, you know.' he says.

You enter his office and slowly close the door. He did not seem bothered by last night at all.

'We need to talk.' you say.

Kaz looks at you and merely raises an eyebrow at you. He gestures to the chair in front of his desk and you sit down.

'About last night.' you say. 'Nina told me what I said. I didn't say it to you, but, well I might as well have. I was drunk and it was stupid, and I'm here to apologise.'

He looks at you and then he starts to smile. Your eyes widen a bit, you'd never seen Kaz smile. Let alone smile at you.

'Are you okay?' you say hesitantly.

'Y/N, I wasn't in my office when you got here because I was at your door.' says Kaz, his words taking you by surprise.

'Why?' you wonder out loud.

'I was going to bring you a glass of water, Nina once told me it helps when you're hungover.' says Kaz.

Your lips part in surprise. 'You were?' you say.

'That saying Nina said last night, drunken words are sober thoughts? Well, I'm glad your drunken self decided to speak the truth last night.' says Kaz.

You stare at him, not sure you heard it correctly. Kaz pulls a stack of papers toward him and begins to read through them. He doesn't tell you that you need to go, so you decide to keep him company while he works.

Who knew a night out with Nina could lead to something like this?

A/N: If you want to request something, make sure to read my house rules Here’s the list of characters I write for. Everything that I have written can be found on my masterlist. Please don’t repost my work, as I spend much time and effort on it!! Thank you for reading! Much love, Marit

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batwritings · 4 years ago

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Okay hear me out, you are talking so someone and DreamXD gets all grumpy about it but you just tell him to relax. The reason he's with you is to learn how to blend in with other human, so he should be watching how you act. Well manz watches to closely and gets all bother. Later after you both go home or just somewhere else that's when he gets ya. He's all like “what?” as his whole goal is to get you all bothered, but he's kinda mean and he knows how much you love his voice so he uses it to his advantage.

I am so sorry I have personally put my own meaning on “fuck god”

Friend? Never apologize for putting that spin on “fuck god”. :) Plus, you’re playing into the voice kink, how could I say no? Enjoy~!

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DreamXD huffed as he followed behind you and he knew you heard it. “Are you gonna grump the whole time Mister?” you chuckled, turning your head slightly to smile at him. The god of the SMP had reached out to you some time ago for your help in blending in more with the humans he watched over. At the time, you had questioned why he wouldn’t ask someone closer to Dream himself, like George. While XD didn’t exactly explain, you let it slide, allowing him to shadow you in a sense.

“I just don’t get why we have to meet with this person in particular,” he grumbled, picking up his step to walk beside you.

“Sapnap’s my friend too,” you responded. You often wondered if XD and Dream shared similar emotions towards people. While you were told that they didn’t, adamantly so by the being beside you, you still couldn’t help but wonder.

“And you’re sure this interaction will help me blend in better?” He hums quietly, contemplative.

“Positive!” you answer, voice chipper and now excited. You notice your friend and one of his fiance’s in the distance and wave to them. “That’s Sapnap’s fiance Karl! You know what that is right?” When you can practically feel the eye-roll from behind his mask, you nod and lead him to the clearing.

Your interaction wasn’t meant to be long, just catching up with the two and learning about Kinoko Kingdom. You introduce them to DreamXD and you notice Sapnap narrow his eyes a bit. You assure the fiery man that he has nothing to do with Dream, that you trust the god and that he is indeed safe. The ravenette seems skeptical but moves on in conversation.

The entire time, XD is watching you carefully. Bright neon green eyes watch your every movement, listens to every word and laugh and noise that falls from your lips. He can feel his body heating up under his cloak and that’s when he chooses to speak up.

“Darling,” he coos, voice distorted and echoing. Something shoots up your spine at that, something you hope your two friends don’t notice. “Think we can go home? There’s something I need to go over with you, remember?” He wasn’t entirely lying, but even he realized it was a pretty piss-poor excuse.

You smile up at him as if to say “really?” but nod approvingly. You bid your farewells to Sapnap who takes a little longer to hug you as he’s afraid to let you go. XD doesn’t let that go unnoticed, deciding to file it away for later questions.

Once home you sigh, setting down your bag and beginning to settle back in. “Pet,” you hear him say, still awkwardly standing in your doorway. Another shiver shoots up your spine at his tone.

“Y-yeah?” you respond, heading towards your bedroom upstairs. He follows you almost dutifully after hanging his cloak at the door.

“I think I’m starting to get a better understanding of humans,” he says, voice low and seductive as he starts down the hall ahead of you. “You use words and embraces to show your affection yes? To show you care?”

You watch him sit back on your bed, legs spread for you to sit between. You do so without hesitation, something you did quite frequently with him. “Mhmm,” you respond, leaning back against his chest. “What’s with the voice big guy?”

Pale, freckled arms reach around your tummy to hold you close. They’re freezing, but not uncomfortably so. “What do you mean darling?” He answers as he his thumbs draw gentle circles on your sides, making you squirm a little in your grasp. “Don’t you like my voice? Like it when I call you nice names?”

“I-I do! I really do!” you exclaim. You shift in your spot to straddle his hips and look at him properly. Your gentle hands move his mask to the side, something he would only ever allow you to do. You were so special to him. “It’s just...”

“What, pet?” DreamXD moves his hands to your hips, clawed hands gently ghosting over slightly exposed skin. “I think it’s only fair. You got me all bothered under my cloak back there. I get to rile you up a bit too, hmm?”

The echoes and distortions grow louder as they bounce off your humble home’s walls. Only stutters slip from your lips then, leaning up against him until your lips meet, soft and gentle. You used to hate how gentle XD was with you until you let him let go once and couldn’t get anything done for the rest of the week. You knew he could break you physically and mentally all with his words and it really did something for you.

You felt his member hard against your sex and it had you gasping. It was always a bit of a marvel at how big he was, sometimes forgetting that he was a god after all. He chuckles when you gasp into his mouth, lips moving as you scramble to catch up with what he’s saying.

“What an eager little thing,” he coos, his claws tugging at your pants. “And all from my voice. Guess I should let you take me out more often hmm? I’d love to see how desperate you would get in public.”

You keen at his words, shifting yourself until you can pull of your pants and underwear. You reach to the side into your bedside table, hand barely able to keep hold of the lube once you have it. You slick up your fingers and slide one in, your hole taking your digit easily.

“That’s my sweet little thing,” your hear XD chuckle. His slid his member out of his lovely robes and you’re almost a little intimidated. Gods he’s so big, but you know he’ll be patient with you as he always is. You’re his precious human after all. “Add another finger for me darling.”

You do as he asks, knowing you’ll be stretched out in no time. One thing DreamXD became ecstatically hooked on after discovering it through you was sex. You were rarely left unfilled, the god loving how you felt around him. It wasn’t long before you felt the need to add a third digit, eagerly pumping them in and out of your hole.

“You’ll feel so good around me dear,” he huffed, smiling at you with bright eyes and sharp teeth. “My precious Y/N.”

A low whine leaves you as you quickly sit back up, pressing the head of his cock to your entrance and beginning the slow slide of him into you. You both are groaning in unison, him from the feeling of you sliding down his member and you from the almost overwhelming sensation of being so full. You watch with rapt attention at the small bulge in your stomach.

“So full,” hums, pressing a kiss to your forehead. His arms encircle you again, liking the feeling of your body pressed close to him. You wrap your arms around his neck as you slowly lift yourself off his length before sliding back down. “Just as I knew you would be.”

You’re panting just from being full of your ethereal lover, his cock pressing against all of your sensitive nerves. You know you won’t last long, you never do. XD never seems to mind, but this time he seems determined. He wants to reach that high with you. You watch his every expression as you ride him, your hole fluttering with each sweet word that gets warped and growled.

You start to notice a pattern; every time you pull just to the head of his member and clench, his breath catches. Using this to your advantage, your pace picks up, being sure to keep focused on each step as you ride him. Little gasps start to leave his throat, his words starting to fail him and eyes glossing over.

“Cum with me XD,” you whine, teetering on the edge. “Feel the pleasure of being human.” Sharp teeth bite into your shoulder, pushing you into your climax with force. You can barely register yourself being filled until you start to come down from your peak, feeling the wetness drip down your thighs.

DreamXD let’s go of your shoulder, kissing and licking at the open wound. He presses a kiss just below your ear with panting breaths. “Thank you, Y/N,” he whispers lowly. “I’m learning so much from you.”

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mountswhore · 3 years ago

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𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐲 — mason mount

summary: you were getting tired of listening to mason’s problems with his girlfriend, so you plan on confronting him. until he shows up at your door.

notes: requests are open! btw i know i use the same job in a lot of these, it just makes them meeting easier.

“She doesn’t compare to you. No one does.” + “I’ll take the couch.” + “It’s us against the world.”

for @mountswdw

It was tiring, far beyond that, actually. Hearing the same leave his mouth words over and over, the same look on his face, it enervated you. You were exhausted with having Mason appear at your door at stupid o’clock, venting to you about his ‘girlfriend’ and their issues, and all you could do was listen. You’d tried giving him advice the first few times, but he never took it. You don’t even think he took it into consideration. and girlfriend was entirely the wrong word to use, they were more friends with benefits. That’s how she saw their relationship anyway. It was exceptionally worse, because you liked him so much. You wanted to scream in his face and tell him she’s pushing him around, but you couldn’t, it would ruin your friendship.

Mason was sat opposite you, pulling you out of sleep, just to talk to you about her. It felt as if he knew you liked him, and decided to torture you by giving you the inside scoop into their time-bomb of a relationship. You were curled up on the sofa, blanket still wrapped around you as you tried to cling onto your sleep, barely listening to him whine about how his girlfriend seemed like she didn’t care anymore. Your eyelids were so close to shutting again, but you managed to keep them open for Mason. As much as his girlfriend angered you, Mason was your friend and you had to be there for him. You wanted to.

“I think I might call it quits,” Mason sighed softly, eyes finally meeting yours after twenty minutes of squeezing them shut in anger, “I’m gonna do it.” He psyched himself up for it, attempting to steady his breathing. You were surprised the first time he said this, thinking you’d actually gotten through to him. But two days later, his Instagram story was filled with pictures of them both on a nice date. It ruined your Friday night in.

“Okay, Mase.” You whispered, standing up from your seat on the couch. You’d been sat there for so long that your exposed skin was now cold again, creating a strip of goosebumps that lined your side and legs. “You can stay here, if you want. You know where the spare bedding is.” It felt like a script at this point, repeating the same things to him as he found solace in you after an argument with his girlfriend.

“Yeah,” Mason conceded, watching with an achy heart as you shifted towards your stairs, “goodnight, Y/N.” Hearing him say your name never failed to give you butterflies, no matter how tired you were of hearing his complaints.

“Night, Mase.” Was all you said back as you reached your room, diving back into the now-cold sheets. Mason had set up his usual makeshift bed in the living room, your couch was actually comfier than most. That’s why he never hesitated to sleep on it. But his night was anything but full of sleep, despite the argument being fresh on his mind still, he was thinking about you.

Your friendship was different now than it was before. Before his girlfriend. You’d met when you were a trainee-massage therapist. Chelsea’s massage therapist had been kind enough to let you shadow him for a week, showing you the ins-and-outs of what his job was like. And you’d made friends with a few of the Chelsea boys, but ultimately caught Mason’s eye. Soon enough, you’d been offered a job alongside this massage therapist and here you were. Friendly flirting with Mason during work hours and after. Nothing came of it, you both saw it as flirty banter, and were good friends. Until his girlfriend came around.

Mason told himself he valued his friendship with you over potentially pushing it further, so tried to get over you. With Ella. Ella seemed sweet to begin with, but when Mason started coming to you for comfort, that’s when you saw how terrible their relationship was. She’d seen it differently to Mason, who felt it was more romantic than sexual. To say it stung to hear about his sexcapades with Ella, was an understatement. That’s when you began to grow tired of it, hearing about them constantly. It was the only time you’d talk really, apart from when you were having a session with him at work.

Laying there for two hours, putting himself in your shoes, it had all come together for him. He was cursing himself as he’d walked up the stairs, to give you more than just a fraction of the attention you’d gotten so used to. He’d imagined only seeing you when you complained about a boy you’d been seeing, and it dampened his mood. But thinking about you seeing another boy, that’s what made his feet move rapidly to your room. Knowing what he’d put you through for the past few months, it made him mad at himself. He’d never let someone treat him like this, so why should he treat his closest friend like this?

“Y/N,” you heard from behind you, startling you as you looked around in the dark, “are you awake?” Matching the voice to Mason’s, it calmed you down a bit. It wasn’t just a random intruder who knew your name and was considerate enough to let you know they’d broken in. “Y/N,” he repeated, his finger tracing down the arch of your back, “please wake up.”

“What’s up, Mase?” You somnolently questioned, yawning as he came into view. Your lamp was now on, illuminating his bloodshot eyes and tired smile. It was only something you’d wish to wake up to every morning. He said nothing, but pulled you into a hug. His arms a tight yet perfect fit around you, a small kiss was pressed to your shoulder as you shifted. Mason never wanted to let you go.

It was moments like this that slowly killed you inside. You and Mason had cuddled before, on one of the nights he’d come over after an argument, he’d snuggle up to you on the couch as you finished watching your movie. It would be a gentle night of intimacy, feelings locked away due to his relationship, and yet he’d still choose her. He’d always go back to Ella, so much so, it made you wonder what she had to make him crawl back each time.

Mason was now in bed with you, head on your chest and enjoying your warmth. He felt a lot better now, having you in his arms, giving you the attention you deserved. But this wasn’t what you wanted. You didn’t want another cuddle with a friend, you wanted him. But you knew his heart still belonged to Ella. He’d fallen asleep pretty quickly, so you’d rolled him off of you and gotten some sleep for yourself before work tomorrow. Where you’d see him.

Throughout your day, you’d caught eyes with him a few times. He’d give you a cheeky grin and sometimes even sing your name as he walked past you. You told yourself not to be hopeful for Mason’s breakup with Ella, because it had never happened before. But not once had he mentioned her to you over the course of the day. A smile had been plastered to your face as you left your office for the day, you could no longer push the hope away, Mason could finally be calling it quits with her.

Until you saw that damned white Golf. She was stood there, a smirk upon her face, Mason jogging up to her and getting into the car. Your mood flattened, making your drive home depressing and your arrival even worse. Your bed still unmade, the creases from Mason moving around in his sleep last night. His jacket was still here, hung on the door of your bedroom. The note he left on your bathroom mirror saying ‘thank you for everything you do <3’, because he knew you’d see it there. Everything in your house reminded you of him, you’d never escape the love you had for this man.

And there you were, back on your couch again. Mason was clearly sticking with Ella this time, so it was a quiet night in for you. This time last year, when Mason actually seemed to be your friend, he’d be round most nights and you’d be arguing over who’s having the last Cornetto and what to watch. But now, it’s like you’re not even his friend. You’re his therapist. You could barely pay attention to the movie you were watching, your mind relaying the scene you’d witnessed today. Seeing him curled up in your bed this morning, and then running to his girlfriends car this afternoon. You’d decided enough was enough.

“I’m gonna confront this asshole,” you mumbled to yourself, changing out of your pyjamas and into a warmer outside attire, “he either stops coming to me about his fucking relationship, or he leaves me alone.” You were psyching yourself up, something you’d mirrored Mason doing a million times before. You’d spent so much time together, you were almost the same person. Sliding into your shoes, you grabbed the door handle. You either cried or screamed at him, no in between. You yanked the handle down to open your door, almost jumping out of your skin when you saw Mason at your door.

“Mason?” You questioned whether you were seeing things or he was actually clinging onto you and weeping into your shoulder. “Why are you here? What happened?” You wanted to be angry at him, you wanted to tell him how tired you were of hearing him complain about his girlfriend nonstop, but not even the worst argument could keep you from comforting him.

“I’m sorry,” he cried, tears staining the material of your hoodie, “I never meant to treat you like this. You mean everything to me.” You brought him inside and sat him on your couch, seeing yourself where you were last night. Only this time you were more concerned. Mason had never cried in front of you, and you still hadn’t found out why.

“What’s going on?”

“I’m sorry for making it feel like I only need you when I argue with Ella.” He simply stated, his large hand wrapped quite tightly around yours. “I promise I need you all the time, you get me through everything. I’d be nowhere without you, you know that. But I’m done, we’re done. I know you saw me getting into her car earlier, but I did it. I finally finished things with her.”

You were knocked out of breath, processing what you’d just heard. After months of having to pick up the pieces, there was no more of that. And not only had he surprised you by following through with his word, he’d apologised. Your Mason was back.

“Really?” You asked, unsure of whether to believe him or not. He just nodded and opened his arms, you falling into them almost instantly. “I mean I’m sorry, but I’m kind of glad. Nobody should make you feel that unhappy, that frequently.” He responded by squeezing you tighter, his hands gently grazing your sides. You wondered if this was going to be the moment a chance would appear — an opportunity for you to tell Mason how you felt about him.

Mason pulled away from your hug, his eyes catching yours briefly before he stared down at your lips. You felt like you were in a haze, eyes half closed as you stared back at him. You were entranced by him and you hadn’t felt as relieved as you did in months. Mason took this chance to inch closer to you, feeling your breath on his face and your hand resting on his thigh. “She doesn’t compare to you. No one does.” He whispered, finally closing the gap between you both. It felt electric, something that was long overdue.

“Mase,” you breathed, whining at the sudden loss of contact, he’d pulled away from the kiss to smile at you, “it’s been so hard watching and listening to her hurt you.” Mason held you close, his newfound confidence after kissing you had you speechless as you looked at him. “But I’d never leave you to deal with it alone.”

“It’s us against the world, it always has been.” He admitted, your legs swung over his lap as he held you tight. The night had ended exactly how you’d hoped, Mason in your arms and no more listening to him whine about Ella. It was the perfect end to your shitty day. But it was getting late, Mason was even yawning as he looked at the time on his phone.

You stood up, shaking off your coat and hanging it on the banister, as well as placing your shoes back onto the shoe rack. Sleep was calling your name at this point, and you didn’t want anything more than to cuddle up to Mason as you slept.

“I’ll take the couch.” Mason stated, reaching into the living room cupboard to grab the blankets out. But you’d grabbed his arm and pulled him up, his face towering over yours. Your eyes met once again, and this time you initiated the kiss. It was brief, and enough to show you still meant what you said.

“Don’t be silly,” your voice was soft, hand linking his as you led him up to your room. Bed still unmade, exactly how he left it this morning. He’d given you one last look, his usual cheeky smile on his face as he grabbed the backs of your thighs and lifted you over his shoulder, carrying you to your bed.

He was above you, and although you were both in the moment, it played out romantically. Mason smoothed his palm over the sides of your face, moving the stray hairs and taking in your beauty. You were effortless with how you looked, and still the most beautiful girl he’d seen. The way he looked at you, it was as if he’d been doing it for years. And he has, but you’d never know that.

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