#you know how ppl with hazel eyes when the light shines on them their eyes get all pretty ?? yeah that

[loneluneh]

Caved in and made some doodles of my WK au !

In this AU, an accident leaves Chris suffering from amnesia. Zach rescues him and was gonna inicially use him to blackmail the Tortuga Crew but after realizing Chris can't remmember any of his time as a WK and that his knowledge in animals could be useful to him, Zach decides to convince the younger Kratt to join his side.

So yeah !! Now they are both evil, dumb and dramatic yay! Orange and black cat dynamic lol

More info below the cut !

In this AU Chris still has most of his memories but his time as a Wild Kratt is completely erased. He remmembers up to the time where he graduated college.

Zach uses this to his advantage and comes up with a story in which Chris and the rest of the WK went their separate ways after Chris had a fight with his brother and the rest of the crew.

Chris is kinda suspicious at first but as time goes on he starts to believe it. This is due to the fact that his views on animals and how they should be treated has been changing the more he has been with Zach and he doesn't agree with the idea of "living free and in the wild" anymore. So he can see how he and the Wild Kratts may have had a falling out.

He has more of a "I think animals should be kept caged so that they can be safe and humanity can study them and appreciate their beauty" kinda vibe.

He still loves animals and doesn't want to hurt them tho, so he and Zach argue on how Zach shouldn't use animals in his inventions.

They both come to an agreement that if Zach uses animals on his inventions then no harm should come to the creatures. (Chris still disapproves tho)

I HAVE A LOT of notes on this AU but I'm afraid this is already kinda confusing ?? I get so in my head sometimes so lmk if you understand any of this LOL

[xcherryerim]

Uncover (My Pretty Boy)

Marv x gn!reader

tw: Mentions of bullying (once) | angst & fluff | insecure marv | mostly plot | established relationship | handjob to marv

notes: guys i’m so sorry but tbh i didn’t really try with this one bc i know not a lot of ppl won’t read it but still wanted to write for marv.

After inviting your friends over to your house that you shared with Marv, you noticed how badly they talked about your boyfriend so, you screamed at them to leave, sadly Marv saw everything.

In the dimly lit room, the tension hung heavy in the air as Marv stood there, tears glistening on his cheeks beneath the red superhero mask he always had on. As you approached him, You could sense the weight of his pain and insecurity overflowing him.

"You heard, didn't you?" you asked, reaching out to gently cup his face. "I'm sorry my friends said those things about you, okay? You know I don't think that way," you reassured him, thumbs circulating his cheeks to ease him down.

With a trembling hand, you brushed his hair aside to get a better look at his face, noticing his black eyeliner smudging. As you try to clean it up he flinched and avoided your gaze, looking away instead to the door your friends rushed to a few seconds ago. His body hunched over as if he was once again the bullied kid on the playground.

"Yeah, I know you yelled at them pretty bad..." he responded hesitantly, his voice barely above a whisper. Finally, after a few long moments, he managed to lift his head and look directly at you. The ceiling lights making his teary eyes shine brightly.

"You don't think I'm weird, right?" he asked, his voice wavering while he bit his lip, a habit of his when he was anxious.

Smiling reassuringly, you grabbed him tightly, causing him to gasp a little, his puppy eyes opening wide. "Everyone is weird in their own ways, Marvyn," You replied, using his full name tenderly. "But you? You're the most sane person I know."

The shared laughter filled the room, and Marv pulled you close, wrapping his arms around in a closer embrace, and you could feel how your hearts beat in sync with one another. After a few moments, he pulled back just enough to look at you, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

"Yeah, right," he murmured, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

You laughed softly and reached for his mask, intending to remove it, but he grabbed your wrist gently, halting your movement. "I don't want to take it off yet..." he whispered, his hazel eyes reflecting a mix of insecurity and fear.

Standing there, uncertain of what to do, you realized that despite dating Marvyn for four months, you had never seen him without his mask. You knew now that it wasn't due to an obsession with superheroes, as you had initially assumed; rather, it was a shield he used to protect himself from the world, especially from his past.

"Please?" You begged, pouting playfully, as your eyes were filled with determination.

Marvyn hesitated, his voice barely audible. "But if I take it off, you'll think I'm—" His words trailed off, worry etched across his features. His hands fidgeted with the end of his shirt.

In an attempt to ease his anxiety, you interrupted him, using a tone deliberately cheesy. "I'll think you're the most precious angel sent from above," you declared, hoping to coax him into removing the mask. To your delight, he let out a soft giggle, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

"Besides," yoh added, "your mask doesn't hide your face that much, you know?"

"Yeah, I'm aware," he sighed, his breath hitching as you trailed gentle kisses along his neck, easing his tension.

"Please?" You reiterated, voice soft and persuasive.

He hesitated, stammering before finally nodding.

Heart racing, you carefully removed the mask, eyes widening at the sight beneath. Your breath caught in your throat, and with a soft smile, you murmured, "You're so..."

Marvyn groaned, trying to grab the mask from your grasp, his eyes darting around the room in a mixture of panic and embarrassment. "This was a bad idea," he protested, his voice shaking slightly.

You snatched the mask away, holding it between your fingers as if it were a precious artifact. "Pretty," you whispered, your voice barely audible as you gazed at his exposed face. The words hung in the air, heavy with emotion, and Marvyn's eyes fluttered shut as if he couldn't bear to look at you.

Once finished, you lifted his chin, showing him an honest smile, happy to see your boyfriend's unobstructed face. "Pretty?" Marvyn repeated, his face flush with embarrassment at the compliment. His eyes snapped open, locking onto yours with a mixture of shame and vulnerability.

Nodding, you gently took his arm, guiding him toward the bathroom where you planned to help him remove his smudged makeup. Initially, he resisted, his body tense and unyielding. But you persisted, your touch gentle yet firm, until he finally relented, allowing you to assist him.

"I love you more than anything," You whispered softly, Your hand tenderly wiping away the layers of concealment he used to hide behind.

Marvyn sighed, his voice filled with doubt. "I know it's just hard to believe that you do because," he admitted. "How can you date someone like me?" he questioned.

The room fell quiet for a few seconds, and you swore you could hear your heart breaking at his question. How could you not love him, should be the question. You knew what happened with your friends brought him back to the past he desperately tried to avoid.

Your response was prompt, hand resting on the back of his head as you continued removing his makeup. "I'm weird too," You countered, the connection deepening as you both shared this private moment, as imperfections laid bare before each other.

"But look at me," Marvyn groaned, a hint of self-consciousness in his voice. "You deserve a boyfriend who won't embarrass you.”

You silenced him with a firm grip on his jaw, leaning in to capture his lips in a passionate yet quick kiss. His chapped lips rosed against yours desperately.

"Fuck them," You whispered against the rim of his mouth, pulling back slightly. "It's just you and me." With a wink and a smile, you led him to the couch, softly placing his head on your lap as you played with his brownish hair. Trying to bring some sort of normalcy to the night.

The room was filled with the sounds of his favorite superhero movie, creating a comfortable atmosphere between the two. Inside, however, Marvyn was struggling with an internal debate before finally finding the courage to speak.

As he stood up, his eyes sparkling with anticipation, you couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement. He took your hand in his, his touch sending shivers down your spine. "I think I'm ready," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. You looked into his eyes, seeing the raw vulnerability there, and your heart melted.

"For what, baby?" you asked, trying to keep your voice steady.

"I want to sleep with you," Marvyn confessed, his face flushing with embarrassment. You could feel his heart pounding against your hand, and you knew this was a big step for him. In the four months you'd been dating, you'd never slept together, content to let him take things at his own pace. And you were fine with that, knowing that he needed time to feel comfortable around you.

"Are you sure? I said I'm willing to wait until you feel ready," you reminded him gently.

He held your hands tightly, his lips brushing against them as he insisted. "I am ready. Please?" His eyes were filled with a desperation that broke your heart, and you knew you couldn't deny him.

You nodded, a smile spreading across your face. “Let’s start with something simple for today, okay? “

you began to kiss him through his clothing, overpowering his apprehension with tender, lingering touches, ensuring that you wouldn't overwhelm him by stripping him completely. As you undid his belt and slowly unzipped his pants, you could feel Marvyn's body twitching at the slightest touch, aching for more.

You paused, concern etched on your face. "If you want me to stop, just tell me, alright?" You say, making sure to respect his boundaries and give him a clear outlet for his feelings. He nodded softly, his eyes locked on yours, his anticipation palpable as you slowly slid down his boxers, revealing him to you.

"Of course," he whispered, his voice barely audible as he watched your every move. You took a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart, and without any further hesitation, you began to pump him gently, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body. He let out a soft whimper, his head rolling back in pleasure while his eyes were shut.

"You okay?" You asked, needing to ensure he was still certain about this.

He nodded, his eyes opening slightly, a soft smile on his lips. "Yes, just keep going, please," he breathed, his body tensing up in anticipation.

As you continued to pleasure him, you noticed how rigid his body was, even though he seemed to be enjoying it.

"Hey," you whispered, stopping momentarily, "it's okay to let go and enjoy yourself."

Marvyn sighed, nodding, and allowed himself to fully relax into the experience. His eyes closed once again, and you saw a small smile tug at the corners of his lips. Encouraged, you resumed your ministrations, watching as his body slowly loosened up and gave itself over to the sensations. His breath started to hitched, and he moaned softly, wrapping his arms around your shoulders for support. Your heart swelled with pride at being able to give him such pleasure.

"It feels nice…" He whimpered out his eyes opening slightly to look at you work him out, his voice filled with pleasure.

Hearing his words made you feel like you were doing something right, and you continued to stroke him gently, adjusting your pace to match his rhythm. "Good, glad you're enjoying it," you said softly, keeping your gaze locked on his.

His eyes closed once more, and he leaned into you, his body trembling slightly. You could sense he was close by the way his legs kept twitching, and you wanted nothing more than to make this experience perfect for him. With a final surge of momentum, you increased your speed, watching as his entire body froze up before he cried out in pleasure, eyes wide and face flushed.

As his orgasm subsided, you held him close, allowing him to catch his breath. "That was amazing," he whispered, looking up at you, his eyes filled with gratitude and admiration. You smiled shyly, feeling a surge of happiness at his praise. "Glad you liked it," you said, trying to play it cool despite the warmth spreading through your chest.

He sat up, pulling you into a warm embrace, hugging you tightly. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice barely audible against your chest. "That...that really meant a lot to me." You returned the hug, knowing that you had done something special for him today.

"I'm happy that you let me do that for you," you responded, kissing his cheek. He smiled, a small, genuine smile that lit up his face. "I'm happy I let you do that too," he said, running his fingers through your hair. "I needed that."

As you stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, you couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment and happiness. This was what it was all about – making each other feel good, and being there for each other when it mattered most. You knew that this was just the beginning of a beautiful journey together, and you were excited to see what the future held for the two of you.

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[mysteli]

No Tears Left To Cry (Flynn X MC)

A/N: Hey ppl! So this is my first entry for @i-dream-so-i-write‘s Choices September Challenge! I’ll be posting daily fics all month! The first scenario is Rain! This is For Flynn and Ali! You can suggest some pairings if you want! Hope you’re ready for this! Tagging the blog @choices-september-challenge

Warning: T

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Nikolai wasn’t kidding. He couldn’t have been. There is no way Ali just saved a murderer. Hints and clues always seem to lead back him but no, he couldn’t have hurt Kate. Drugged her, kidnapped her, tortured her and killed two Sterling siblings. It doesn’t seem possible for someone who actually cares about Kate would go through all that for revenge.

Some many questions corrupted her way of thinking, as she darted out of the lighthouse, after unofficially parting with Naomi, Grant and Flynn. Honestly, Ali feels awful running out of there so fast, just after Nikolai was dragged out and everyone was contemplating on what comes next. With everything happening around her, Ali just couldn’t take it anymore. She’s barely handling the situation already and saving a possible criminal just doesn’t sit well with her.

Truly, she’s exhausted, troubled, on edge and completely out of breath. For the past few days, her entire lift has been flipped upside down and the longer she stays in Birchport, the more her city life becomes a distant memory.

The rain’s still pounding heavily once she makes it outside, drops smacking the concrete and drifting down Ali’s face. As she approaches the docks, her mind drifts back to the others, especially Flynn with him being held at gunpoint. Out of everything that happened, that’s what frightened Ali the most - a chance that Flynn could get shot. Nikolai was so close to pulling the trigger, yet Flynn remained so calm and collected the entire time. It’s almost like he had been through that before and due to past experiences, he knows how to handle situations like that, which is kinda concerning for Ali. Flynn and the others are the only ones she feels like she can trust and losing them just feels unbearable.

Suddenly, Ali can feel tears rising in her eyes, corrupting her vision as she fights through the heavy rain. She pauses half way down the docks to catch her breath, as she leans against the railing, her dark eyes staring out at the ocean. The monstrous waves floor every parked boat, soaking each and every one. Clouds hover over the events, watching how the sea curses every vessel with its power.

The scene is horrifying but somehow strangely soothing. Exhaling sharply, Ali relaxes, the tension in her softening slightly and finally giving her a chance to forget the events of tonight, even if it is only for a short while.

However, it doesn’t last long when Ali hears a familiar voice calling out to her. “Ali!” The voice yells in a desperate tone. Reluctantly, she swerves around, tearing her eyes away from the thrashing waves. She catches sight of Flynn pacing over to her with a rare look of concern on his stupidly handsome face.

Flynn has been her hope all this time, the only one that cares about Kate as much as she does. Turns out, they’re both really different from each other. He’s a bad boy who defies the law and only does what will help the ones he cares about. He always knows what to do and has a smirk that could kill anyone who gets too close. Then there’s Ali, who is a lost journalist, who spends most of their time in the city, not in small towns like he does. She’s not as capable in dangerous situations and barely holds her own but she still knows what the right thing to do is.

Deep down, she knows everyone who knew of their “relationship” would judge. The disgust on everyone’s faces at Kate’s hearing, when Hornby called her out like she’s a slut. Even Flynn’s face was full of surprise, which is what hurt the most.

Her doubts start to shine through as she contemplates their situation.

She doesn’t eye him for that long, fixating her gaze on the silver railing that she helplessly leans on, as she waits for Flynn to reach her. Eventually, he does, sooner than expected. Still, she refuses to look at him.

“Ali…” Flynn mumbles, putting a hand behind his head and fiddling with strands of his dark brown hair. His icy eyes scan over Ali intently - an anxious look overtaking. Still, Ali doesn’t give him her attention, keeping her eyes on the gloomy clouds that poison the sky.

Flynn exhales loosely, one hand gently tapping Ali’s arms, which startles her a little and causes her to jump where she is. “Ali… Why’d you run out like that?” He tries to question her but he’s given an eye roll from her instead, which makes him furrow his brows bewilderedly. A bullet stabs her heart when she catches a glimpse of the hurt in Flynn’s eyes because she wasn’t talking to him.

His grip on her arm tightens, just enough so it doesn’t hurt her. “Ali! For god’s sake, look at me!” Flynn requests firmly - though there is still a hint of kindness in his tone. He tilts her chin so she’s staring at him dead in the eyes and that’s when he finally spots her rising tears. “Ali, what’s wrong?” He questions again, fiddling with her trembling lip while trying to help her relax. Affected by his surprisingly gentle touch, she inhales sharply.

For a moment, a silence is caught between them, Ali taking that time to admire Flynn like she does every time they talk. He’s completely drenched from the pounding rain, drops continuing to soak his hair and drift down his pale face. They surround his sapphire eyes, highlighting them and making them stand out. Tears of the clouds have also moved to wet his clothes, making them tighter against his fair skin. As her dark eyes aimlessly scan his body, she swears she can see his chiselled figure through his soaked shirt, as his dark jeans grip tighter to his legs. Flicking her eyes back his face, Ali begins to contemplate on what she should say.

“I’m sorry, Flynn,” is all she manages to blurt out of her mouth, which is kinda random since it has nothing to do with Flynn’s question. Expectedly, it confuses him and he can’t help but raise an eyebrow at her.

“What’re you sorry for?” He asks in a concerned tone, stroking the skin of Ali’s shaking arm comfortingly and it sure is working.

Ali silences herself for a moment, only then just realising what she actually said. Her mind goes blank and total honesty seems like the only option. “I… Do you think I just saved a criminal?” She bombards him with a question of her own, desperation hinted in her tone. Her hazel eyes are drowning the impatience. She just needs an answer. Was what she did right or wrong?

Flynn pauses, releasing his grip from Ali’s arm and placing both hands behind his head. He stares out at the ocean, eyes fixated on the guarded lighthouse, watching how the huge light flickers like it’s broken.

For too long, he doesn’t dare speak, worrying Ali a little, as her stomach ties into a knot. “Flynn…” She mutters and his icy eyes snap back to look at her. He throws his hands to his sides.

“I don’t know.” He admits, stroking his jaw thoughtfully while shrugging his shoulders. He looks distraught and defeated. “I just feel like once we get close to knowing the truth, something always drives us back to the start.”

Hearing his words, Ali frowns, playing with the ends of her hair. “So, you’re saying it’s undecidable?” She asks, furrowing her eyebrows in a confused manor.

“I’m saying that I don’t wanna assume anything in case it comes back to bite me in the ass. Everything else always does.” Flynn responds, grasping the railway and fixating his gaze on a nearby boat named The Saviour. Ali follows his gaze and is instantly intrigued by the title of the vessel. “Damn, we could one of those right about now.”

Ali nods, watching how the waves rock the boat and it almost builds up a little nausea in her stomach. Quickly, she looks away and moves her gaze to Flynn, who’s still admiring the shaking boat. “Remind you of something?” Ali questions, noticing how interested Flynn is in the name of the vessel and it’s entire exterior.

Barely hearing her question, he tears his eyes away from the boat and finds Ali in his sight once more. “Guess you could say that.” He admits, folding his arms and sighing heavily. Something is troubling him.

Ali places a hand on his drenched shirt. It’s surprising how the constant rain isn’t bothering him at all, even though it’s killing Ali on the inside. Flynn flicks his eyes over to her and his nose twitches as drops of rain descend down his face. “You know you can tell me anything, right?” Ali assures, brushing his drenched hair out of his face. Giving in to her touch, Flynn sighs hesitantly and wipes the dripping water from his face.

“My parents used to have a boat just like that,” He begins, focusing his attention back on the boat and Ali does the same even if it makes her slightly sea sick. “And it was actually called The Guardian Angel, which kinda reminded me of The Saviour.” As he tells this story and relives his childhood, Flynn can’t help but blink a few times to stop a few tears from escaping. “Kate loved it. She used to go on it all time with Dad. He’d take her fishing and she always used to come back with something. Each fish she caught she had a name for.”

Ali giggles at the thought of Kate naming fish that she caught and talking to them everyday, causing Flynn to pause and eye her questioningly.

“What’s so funny?” He asks, cracking a weak smirk and chuckling to himself and Ali can’t help but laugh along.

“Kate told me about her favourite fish once. What was her name… Tunalicious?” Ali reminds Flynn and they both break into a fit of laughter. It’s easier to smile for Ali when she’s around Flynn, despite everything.

Flynn smirks wider this time. “Yeah, she thought that was so clever. She’d talk to him almost every night and feed him peanut better like Lilo did in those Disney films.” He jokes, running a hand through his drenched dusty brown hair. A sigh of relief escapes him, as he realises he hasn’t laughed this much in a long time. Only Ali seems able to help him do that.

A lightbulb suddenly goes off Ali’s brain. “Ooh! Let’s not forget Goldilocks and Sir Swords A Lot. And Dracula!” She laughs, breaking out into a wide smile and Flynn immediately joins in with the banter, the memory brewing in his mind.

“I kept trying to tell her that a fish with a two sharp bottom teeth does not means it’s a vampire.” Flynn responds, one of his first genuine smiles igniting through the storm, immediately stopping Ali’s laughter and gaining her attention.

Once the laughter dies, they just stare at each other for a moment, admiring each other’s imperfect states. Not just the exterior of each, the other’s strengths and weaknesses, good traits and bad traits, good flaws and bad flaws. Either way, they would never think differently of the other.

“Then my parents went and sold the boat, completely killing Kate.” Flynn adds suddenly, completely killing the mood as well. His kind grin fades away, as he focuses on the boat once more, almost cursing at it under his breath. “For a while, she felt broken, lost and I couldn’t help but blame my parents for that. They destroyed their own daughter and treated us both like black sheep.”

Suddenly, a unbearable memory revisits Ali’s mind and it sends immediate shivers down her spine. That thought of the sight of Flynn being held at gunpoint by a mentally tormented Nikolai. It was horrible to watch and even more painful to relive. The bright smile she once held fades away and the light in her eyes dies completely, leaving her looking empty and pained.

Interrupting the silence, Flynn blinks a few times, checking that Ali is still there and watching how the heavy drops of rain sink through her scalp and soak her beautiful face. “Ali?” He asks, receiving no response. “Ali… what’s up?” He tries again, once again rewarded with complete and utter silence, frustrating him a little.

Ali closes her eyes for a moment, contemplating hard. When she opens them, she can see the confusion in Flynn’s eyes. “Nothing. I gotta go.” She claims, not giving Flynn a chance to protest. Immediately, she swerves around and continues down the docks, not in the mood to confront Flynn about her darkest fears.

“Ali. Ali, wait!” Flynn calls to her, the desperation in his face causing her heart to sink. All he could wonder is what he did wrong. “Goddamit, Ali! Stop walking away from me!” He pleads, no sort of demand, just the rare, no impossible, sound of him begging. Ali wipes her tears away, pushing the memory of Flynn to the back of her mind.

“What did I do? Where are you going?” He continues to bombard her with questions as he attempts to run after her, getting closer even though the rain seems to slow him down. He remains careful and cautious so he doesn’t slip on the already pretty slippy docks.

Finally, after seconds of struggling, he reaches Ali. Instantly, he moves to block her path, stopping her directly in her tracks. He can see sobs pouring from her cheeks and it definitely wasn’t the rain.

She tries to slip past him but he grasps her shoulders and keeps his grip nice and tight. “Flynn, move out of my way.” She orders firmly, brushing her wet, auburn hair out of her face, as she tries her best not to admire Flynn’s soaking state.

“Not until you tell what’s got you so on edge.” Flynn denies, shaking his head at her and exhaling sharply - puff of smoke corrupting her vision momentarily.

“Flynn, it’s just me being stupid. Now move!” She demands, pressing her lips together and arching her eyebrows at his dismissive attitude to not let her go.

Once again, he shakes his head, his icy blue burning into her tear-infested hazel eyes. “I don’t believe anything you say is stupid. Now come on, Ali. Be honest with me.” His words came out as more of a kind-hearted request this time and that soothes Ali slightly but frustration still lingers in her eyes.

“Goddammit, Flynn! Move your ass now!” She snaps, tempted to shove him but hesitant to hurt him. Judging by her poor strength, she wouldn’t be able too anyway but she still cares about him.

“Not until I get an answer!”

“Okay! You want a fucking answer, Flynn! I’ve been putting everything on the line to save Kate! My job, my dignity, my reputation. Hell, even the people that I care about!” Ali admits, raging uncontrollably. Her hands ball into fists and her mind is scattered with unwanted memories. Flynn’s eyes widen slightly and his mouth drifts into a frown. He’s never really thought about what Ali’s troubles were. That sounds bad but he was just so focused on his sister and he always relies on Ali’s help that it just… may have slipped his mind.

“Ali… I had no idea. I didn’t realise-“

“Yeah well, it’s get worse!” She cuts him off, barely keeping her balance and relying on Flynn’s strong grasp to steady her. “Nikolai could have killed you today. You could have been shot and maybe I wouldn’t have been able to save you.” Tears begin to rise again and her hopes fall into a pitch black abyss. “I love Kate just as much as you do. But we keep risking our lives just to ensure she’s safe. I know that sounds like I don’t care but I do. I really do. I want her out of jail. I want her to be free… but I also don’t wanna die trying.” Ali confesses, sheepishly staring at the floor and refusing to meet Flynn’s unreadable gaze.

For a moment, nobody speaks and nobody moves. It’s impossible to process what’s happening, especially Ali’s words struggling to sink into Flynn’s brain. She clarified that she cares and she made sure Flynn knows that she loves Kate. She doesn’t wanna watch the people she cares about die. And for some reason, that includes Flynn.

Finally, Flynn clears his throat, causing Ali’s eyes snap up. “Wow. I’m sorry if I ever made things difficult for you. That was never my intention. I really am sorry.” He apologises, his words sitting well with Ali and she smiles at him weakly.

“Flynn I-“

Before Ali can form any proper words, Flynn cuts her off by thrashing his lips against hers, causing her to jump up in his embrace. Startled at first, her hazel eyes widen at the surprise of his touch. But after a moment, she melts into his embrace and smiles against his lips, finding a way to kiss back. Usually, their kisses would start off sweet and reassuring but something is different about Flynn this time. He’s bringing more force and urgency than he ever had. Like he is in dire need of her. Was it the anger or… no it’s the anger.

Flynn immediately creates a flowing rhythm, snaking his arms around Ali’s waist and drawing imaginary shapes on the fabric of her coat. She can’t help but let out a soft moan when he begins tugging the strands of her soaked auburn hair that drifts down her back. Hearing it, he smirks against her lips, able to taste the raindrops on her mouth and tongue, as she lets his own in. A pace and a fuelling amount of passion builds up, giving them both a sense of relief.

The growing storm in their bodies is even more powerful and bigger than the one outside, as the rain continued to drench them, only adding more fuel to the fire. Flynn forcefully pushes Ali against the railing, groaning lightly when she playfully tugs on the strands of his drenched dark hair. Another smirk crosses his lips and he starts moving to kiss down her jaw and over her neck, gaining a few soft moans from Ali, which is insanely satisfying for him. She strokes his arms, outlining the tattoo on his shoulder, then moving up to his neck. Noticing, Flynn releases his lips from her neck and squints at what she’s doing, slightly intrigued.

“What ya doing there?” He questions, shooting her his signature smirk and she doesn’t dare remove her hand and continues stroking his tattoo.

She glances up, smirking mischievously at him, which turns him on more than you’ll ever know. “What? Can’t I admire a man’s tattoos?” Ali questions, arching her eyebrows seductively at him which makes it very hard for him to hold back.

He plants a kiss on her forehead, then moves to whisper in her ear. “Guess not.” He mutters huskily. With that, Ali grips him by his soaked shirt, pulling him in for a long, lingering kiss - this time it’s more tender and sweet but still plastered with desire.

Too soon, she pulls away, aggravating Flynn. “I wasn’t told we were stopping.” He claims, raising an eyebrow at her and groaning in annoyance.

“Seriously? Can’t you see I’m soaked and it’s also freaking freezing?” Ali reminds him and Flynn smirks at her words, brushing back strands of her hair and planting another kiss on her damp forehead.

“You still look gorgeous.” He replies very smoothly, causing Ali’s heart to flutter. Hearing that, she leans in closer, teasing him by brushing his lips against hers but still not enough to satisfy Flynn.

“How about a hot shower?” She teases, becoming suddenly even more irresistible to Flynn, which he didn’t think was even possible.

He raises an eyebrow at her and briefly brings his lips to hers. “Sure but only if you promise me one thing.” Flynn responds and Ali eyes him questioningly.

“I’m not gonna beg.” She states simply and her eyebrows collide with each other, as she awaits Flynn’s compromise.

Flynn chuckles softly, before forming a serious expression and staring into Ali’s hazel eyes. “Promise me you won’t beat yourself up over Kate anymore.” He requests calmly, taking both Ali’s wet hands in his and kissing each finger one by one.

She doesn’t seem to notice because she gets so confused over his words. “When did I ever-“

“Promise me.”

Flynn stares at her, a glint of hope in his eyes. Just being here with him and staring into them makes her feel at peace and tells her that everything is gonna be okay.

“…Okay, I promise.”