#you would think this would make me exhausted and able to sleep tonight. alas. not the case. i am wide awake again

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i have been literally completely incapable of sleeping in atlanta and i don’t know wtf it is

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In the Heat of the Moment | Part 3

Word Count: 5K

Pairing: Jake Sully x Fem!Omatikaya!Reader, mentioned Neteyam x Fem!Omatikaya!Reader

Story Description: Every month female Omatikayans go through their heat whilst men go through their rut. It’s a time for mates to engage in the most animalistic desires. But when one of the two is gone, it can be a rather painstaking endeavor. With Neteyam gone on a hunting trip, (Y/N) has to go through her heat alone for the first time. Or does she?

Warnings: SMUT (+18, minors DNI), infidelity, p in v sex, public sex, semi-public sex, edging

All characters are of age/over 18

A/N: I’m so excited about this one-shot turned series and I'm glad so many of you enjoy it as well! All other parts have been laid out, all I've gotta do is write them jijiji 🤭 but you'll be getting them soon. Once I'm finished with this series, I think I'll be able to get to my others. My content will always be free, but if you’re feeling particularly generous, you can leave a tip on any of my posts to support me and my love of writing🥺👉👈. Hope you enjoy, and all constructive criticism is encouraged.

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In the Heat of the Moment | Part 3

It wasn’t right. None of it was. And it shouldn’t have felt like it could be. 

But entangled in each other’s arms, their bodies as close as possible, that was how it felt like. 

In dreams, everything felt possible. Under the safe shade of slumber, nothing could ever be wrong. She felt warm and protected, comforted under the idea that everything was as it should have been. 

Alas, dreams end the second one wakes. 

“Did you hear that?” (Y/N) startled awake, her body shooting up at the possibility of someone lurking outside. “Ma Jake!”

His eyes fluttered, exhaustion still weighing on them. Until he too heard what had woken her up. On the outside of the tent, a branch had snapped. This could have easily been gravity’s fault, but it could indicate that someone was approaching and could witness the depravity that had gone down inside (Y/N)’s and Neteyam’s marital nest. 

They scrambled to cover themselves, tying their loincloths around their waists, and the girl scattered to dress in a poncho Kiri had gifted her after her rite of passage ceremony — the same night she had been mated to Neteyam. It was a tighter knit than the one the Sully daughter wore and, paired with the necklace her husband had woven for her, it was sure to hide the purple marks that were scattered across her body. 

Her heart tightened as she dressed in gifts from her husband and sister-in-law. There she was, trying to hide the aftermath of a crazed morning with Jake using presents his own children had given her. A reminder of the people who would truly get hurt if their entanglement was ever discovered. 

Footsteps got closer to (Y/N)’s nest, leaves crunching under their feet. The sound made her heart punishing, loud enough she could hear it in their fluttering ears. The steps were getting closer. Too close. Close enough they would find Jake and the wife of his son together. 

Then, they disappeared. It was merely someone passing by. No one had been eavesdropping or spying on them. Just a clan member walking. 

“That was close,” Jake chuckled before hugging the shaking girl. “Probably shouldn’t have fallen asleep.” 

“Sleep wasn’t the problem, Jake. It was everything else,” she worried. “We need to talk about this. Talk about putting a stop to…”

Jake didn’t want to have that conversation, at least not at that moment. He wanted to savor the moment, savor her for the time he could. “Tonight,” he responded, interrupting her sentence. “We can talk tonight. After dinner.”

“Jake…” 

“After dinner.” He made his way to the entrance, stopping at the flap to gift her a smile before exiting. “I promise. Just go about your day, baby girl. We’ll talk later.” 

He left a second later, leaving (Y/N) reeling and confused. A million thoughts were running through her head, mostly how everything she had done would devastate the people she loved the most. It was bad enough that she had been unfaithful to her husband, but she could ruin two families because she had made a bad decision. 

A bad decision that made her feel so good. A choice that made her thrilled and terrified all at the same time. It filled her with an excitement that took over her completely, body and mind. An overwhelming sensation that clouded all reason. 

She was questioning everything, her head drowning in thoughts as she made her way to Mo’at’s tent for her studies. (Y/N) could barely reciprocate the hellos people threw her way as she walked by, too entranced by the thoughts in her mind. 

“What is troubling your mind, child?” Mo’at broke her out of her trance, the mixture she had to turn into a paste already past its state. “You have been distracted these past few days.”  

“Oh, it’s nothing,” she responded. She could not leave any space for interpretation. If anyone could read words unsaid, it would be her Tsahik. “I guess I haven’t been sleeping well.”  

“I think I know why.” (Y/N)’s heart pounded against her chest. Had it been her outside her tent? Could it be that Neytiri’s mother had witnessed her daughter’s husband sleeping with his daughter-in-law? “Your heart is uneasy. You are missing your husband. I know this is the first time he’s been away for so long.”  

“Yes,” she breathed. “I am missing Neteyam. It’s weird to wake up and not have him there.” Because she was waking up with someone else. “I know seven days is not much, but I’ve always been with him every day for years. I feel like I am going insane without him.”  

“Love does make one crazy,” Mo’at chuckled. “It is okay to miss your husband, my child. It is only natural that you’re uneasy when the one you love is away. But your connection with Neteyam is unbreakable. No matter how far he is, or you are, you and that child are always bound to one another. Through Eywa, your souls will forever be affixed together.” 

“That is true,” she forced a smile. Though her words were meant to be comforting, they only helped to tighten the coil in her heart. It reminded her of the abominable actions she had participated in. “I just have to hold on for four more days.” 

“It is okay to miss Neteyam. Let your heart ache for your husband.” She reached over and placed a hand on (Y/N)’s chest. “Your heart is strong and it calls for him to be near. When you love someone so much even seconds can feel like an eternity when they are far.” 

“It makes me feel weak,” (Y/N) confessed. “If I can’t handle him being away for seven days. What will happen if he needs to be away longer? If – Eywa forbid – the sky-people come back and he has to defend our people on long missions? Will I become crazed and reckless?” More than she already had?

“Pray Eywa that day never comes, ‘eveng. But you’ve only been married a year, and you’ve spent your whole life with Neteyam by your side” Mo’at continued. “In time, that twinge in your heart will become easier and easier to bear. When he comes back, talk to him. You’ll find ways to cope with his absence, together. You are a unit now, (Y/N). Bonded, mind, body, and soul, in this life and after.”  

“I needed to hear that, ma Mo’at. Irayo si.” 

“If you ever need someone to talk to, ʼeveng, know I am here for you,” the woman smiled. “My door is always open for you. No matter what.”  

If only she knew. “Thank you,” (Y/N) answered. “I promise to try my hardest to docs on my work. No more liquified mixtures.”  

“It’s quite alright, ʼeveng. Kiri made enough yesterday. We can work on something else today.”  

Hours passed quickly as (Y/N) put her worries aside and chose to focus on her work. She concentrated on the ingredients before her to make healing ointments, the fabrics they used to wrap wounds, and pushed Jake deep in her head. 

And everything was perfectly fine whilst she was safe in the confines of her tsahik’s tent. There she did not have to worry about Jake and his beguiling allure, did not have to worry about his children finding out about them, and definitely did not have to worry about how much she was hurting Neteyam. She could be as oblivious and carefree as she needed to be. 

It was easy to ignore her reality when curtained walls separated her from the real world. But time waited for no one, and the sun had started to set signaling the end of her work day. The moment had come to face Jake Sully and his children. 

As she walked to the Sully family tent, (Y/N) busied herself by chewing the inside of her cheek. There was no need to be nervous, she thought. Eating meals with the family was something she had done for years. Nothing new. 

She could hear their voices from the other side of the tent, sibling squabbles and a reprimanding father. That was their normal, the family she belonged to. 

“(Y/N)!!” Tuk exclaimed as the woman walked through the entrance. Forgetting whatever argument she has been involved in with Lo’ak, the younger girl ran to her sister-in-law and wrapped her in a tight hug. “I’ve missed you.” 

“I missed you too, Tuk,” she smiled. “But I’m here now, and I am starving.” 

She looked around the room. Everyone had taken their place around the table, there was only one space available. 

“Here, (Y/N),” Jake smirked. “I saved you a seat.” 

Her breath hitched in her throat. There was no plausible excuse not to sit next to him that wouldn’t reveal their complicated relationship. Especially not when Sully’s children held expectant smiles on their faces. Her only choice was to take the place next to Jake. 

There wasn’t much space to keep a comfortable distance from the older man. She crossed her legs as she sat next to him, her knee pressed to the skin of his thigh. Warmth spreading through where their bodies touched. Only a grade of their skin, and had already started affecting her. 

It shouldn’t have rippled through her the way it had, least of all in front of the family. Still, she couldn’t help the theater that started to pool between her legs. She couldn’t stop the way it coursed through her and filled her with wanton anticipation. 

“I’m glad you’ve joined us, (Y/N),” Kiri commented as the girl settled next to Jake. “I know how hard these couple of days have been for you. We all miss Neteyam, but I know it’s worse for you.” 

“I don’t miss him,” Lo’ak grinned. “He could stay away for longer if he wanted.” 

“Lo’ak,” his sister reprimanded. “He doesn’t mean that. Lo’ak is just jealous Nete got to go on the hunting trip and he didn’t.” 

“You still have much to learn, son,” Jake interjected. “And we all know your brother is more experienced in hunting. Soon enough you’ll be able to go on these trips with your mother. For now, it’s Neteyam that helps train the young ones.” 

At the mention of her husband’s name, his father placed a hand on (Y/N)’s thigh. Her heart raced and her body tensed. It was a mindless move, too daring to do in front of his family. But he continued to move it higher and higher across the valley of her skin 

To her, it was a brash touch. A careless decision on his part. To him, it was calculated. He was testing her reactions. Jake wanted to see just how far he could take it before she broke. Test how long she could keep herself composed before she was pleading to him to take her. The daringness of doing it in front of his family only worked to add to the thrill of the moment. 

“But I know (Y/N) here missed Neteyam just a bit more than all of us,” Jake said. His hand was centimeters away from her core, reaching for her heat slowly. One more slide and his pinkie could slide under her loincloth, shielded by their table. ‘I’m sure it’s just as much as I miss Neytiri. Everything is difficult when your mate is away. One day you’ll all understand that.” 

“At least you still got us, (Y/N),” Lo’ak chuckled. “We’ll keep you busy until Neteyam comes back.” 

His boyish behavior helped the ache in her body, grounding her in the reality of the moment. She grasped Jake’s hand before it could get any closer, giving it a warning squeeze. This couldn’t happen. Not here.

But Jake was nothing but persistent. He escaped (Y/N)’s grasp and continued his exploration. His hand pushed her loincloth aside and found her wetness. Just like he knew she’d be, she was drenched. 

“Exactly, son,” he smirked. He had gathered her slick and started teasing the bundle of nerves between her legs. (Y/N)’s hand gripped his wrist tightly, trying with all of her might to push him away. But his determination was stronger than her will. “We’re here for whatever you need, (Y/N).” 

(Y/N) forced a painful smile to share with the family, her strength reserved to hide the fact that their father was touching her under the table and sending waves of pleasure through her body. His fingers caressed her clit, alternating speeds to tease the girl. It was a game to him, and he wanted to enjoy every second of it.

The family continued eating and chattering, focused on their sibling quarrels and the spread before them. (Y/N) tried her best to focus as well, adding commentary here and there, and munching on the food before her. But her concentration fell into swallowing down moans and groans as Jake continued his attack. He brought her close enough to her peak, only to remove his hands and bring her down. Simply to ambush her again and repeat the process. 

Yet, her body was starting to betray her. She had to hold her over-excited tail, keep her ears from fluttering, and steady her breathing as best as she could. She felt like a bubble filling and filling with air, threatening to burst at any point. And Jake did nothing more but smirk the whole time. 

The music was building inside her. The crescendo of another orgasm reaching its limit. Jake could already tell. He had started to learn her tells, how her body spoke when they were together. He pressed on. The circling of her clit grew faster and faster, gathering her essence to glide over it easily. 

His ministrations siphoned a moan from her as he allowed her to finish… right there… in front of the family. Thankfully, she was quick enough to hide it with a loud cough, throwing her head forward and hiding it with one of her arms. 

“Are you okay, (Y/N)?” Tuk questioned, passing her a cup of water. 

“Uh, just fine,” (Y/N) smiled. They were all oblivious to what their father had done as he placed a concerned mask on his face. “Food just went down the wrong pipe.”

Jake removed his hand from between her legs, using it to pat her on the back. If there was one thing he was good at, it was functioning perfectly under pressure. 

He made sure the fingers he’d placed on her didn’t make contact with her skin. After pretending he was helping her, he made sure she was watching as he placed those same digits into his mouth. His face contorted in pleasure as he savored her taste on his fingers. 

“I know the food is good, but you gotta be careful, (Y/N),” he chuckled. “Is it me or is this the sweetest utumauti we’ve ever had?” 

“Must be yours dad,” Lo’ak answered. “Mine taste like always.” 

“You might be right, son. Might be mine.” 

The rest of the dinner went smoothly. With everyone keeping their hands to themselves, (Y/N) found the remnant of her time there comforting. Being around the family always made her feel elated. Having lost her mother at a young age and her father a few years back, the Sullys had taken her under their wing, in more ways than one.  

She was saying her goodbyes to the Tuk after agreeing to spend the next day with Kiri and Lo’ak once her duties were completed when she felt Jake’s figure behind her. He towered over her, the warmth from his body reaching her without a single touch. 

“Alright, gang. I’m gonna take (Y/N) back to her tent,” Jake announced to his family, only he and (Y/N) knew the intent behind his words. “Then, I have some things I have to do. Might end up crashing on a snonivi to not wake you guys. Don’t wait up, alright?”

“Yes, sir,” they all chorused. 

The name sent shivers through (Y/N)’s body. The same name she had moaned against his ear as he filled her. It was a sign of respect from the children, but it was a filthy name she got to call him. 

They walked in silence to her nest, careful of their steps. The night had already crept around the village and many peacefully slept. The sounds of a few people talking mixed with the whistling of the wind filled the gaps in the quiet, not many were still awake. The air was warm and comfortable laced with something (Y/N) couldn’t quite pinpoint. 

Until Jake pushed her against a tree in a secluded area that is. 

Her skin was buzzing as Jake kissed her roughly, his hand gripping at her waist as he pushed her deeper into the tree. The bark was rough against the skin of her back, leaving red and angry scratches on her back. She held onto his neck, needing any support to stabilize her body against the attack. 

“Jake,” she struggled out. His lips focused only on hers. “Ma Jake, we can’t do this here.” 

“There’s no one around, baby girl,” he groaned in her ear. He took her hand and guided it onto the hardened member that was tenting his loincloth. “I can’t wait. I don’t wanna wait.” 

“Anyone could catch us. Rutxe, ma Jake. We’re almost there.”

“I want you here and now, (Y/N).” His tone was menacing, but not threatening. He was establishing dominance, he was showing her who was the one calling the shots. “And I know you do too. Remember I can smell you, baby girl. I know you didn’t get enough at dinner.” 

A whimper left her mouth as Jake snaked his hand between her legs, witnessing what he had already done to her. She was putty in his hands. A single touch had her knee buckling, her hands gripping tightly onto his arms. He pushed his fingers into her, stretching her out without much preamble. No gentleness, no decorum. 

He thrust quickly into her, curling the tip of his three fingers to attack her bundle nerves from the inside as his thumb worked it from the outside. It was an onslaught of pleasure to her body that had her biting down on her lower lip to camouflage the moans that threatened to spill out. 

Her arousal mixed with the danger of not only being caught with Jake, but being caught out in the open with him. She should not have been that excited to have her father-in-law’s fingers inside her whilst any clan member, even his own children, could catch them in the act. Adrenaline, cortisol, and the strongest fervor ransacked her body. 

Jake felt her walls clenching around him as his pace quickened, his fingers chasing her climax. His yellow eyes were focused on her face. Her tightly shut eyes, the red hue that overtook her blue skin, her lowered ears, and the droplet of blood that had formed from biting her lip. 

He knew she wanted to scream and yell out just how good he could make her feel. And he wished he could hear her. He wanted nothing more than to have her moans fill his ears, her whines and whimpers making them flicker. Instead, he crashed his lips onto her, his tongue licking across her bottom one. Pressed against him, she let out her sounds, muffled into his mouth. 

She came around his fingers, wrapping her arms around his neck as she felt her body grow weak. Out there, where anyone could see, she had orgasmed with her chief’s fingers buried deep inside her. 

“I know you’re not yet spent,” he chuckled against her. “You’ve got more in you, baby girl.” 

He flipped her over, pressing her chest onto the tree. His hands roamed her body, tracing the expanse of it with his fingers. As he pushed her loincloth to the side with one hand, he grabbed himself with the other. He aligned himself with her entrance, chuckling at the look of surprise that spread across (Y/N)’s eyes. 

“Ready?” The question was a formality. He was not asking her, not really. Jake was reminding her who was in control, whose will was being fulfilled. 

In one thrust, his length spread her folds and he was buried to the hilt. His ships pressed against her skin, her tightness enveloping him fully. As he groaned quietly at the feeling of her walls around him, (Y/N) found herself slapping a hand on her mouth to swallow the moan she felt at the stretch. 

Her body was growing used to having him inside. His size tested her to new lengths, filling her insides entirely. He made her feel erratic and injudicious. Whenever he was near her, she threw all caution to the wind. All the worries that clouded her mind when they were apart seemed to dissipate the second his hands were on her. 

His pace was relentless and messy. His hips met her backside harshly, the sounds of their skin swallowed only by the call of the wind dancing through the branches of the trees. He gripped her hips strongly, chasing his own finish as fast as he could. He was desperate and extremely aroused. All he could think of at that moment was his own finish.

Spending the whole day apart had birthed a deep want inside him that could only be satiated by (Y/N). He had spent his time with flashes of their encounters firing inside his head, the pressure in his stomach tightening at every scene. Her smell was eternally permeated in his nostrils, the feel of her skin tingling across his palms, the feeling of her clenching walls hugged him. She was intoxicating and he was insatiable. He only had three more days with her and he would take advantage of every second. 

“I’m so close, baby girl,” he whispered against her ear. “I know you are too. I can feel you.  

(Y/N) whimpered in response. Jake was right. As much as she wanted to pretend that he didn’t know her body, he had learned everything about it in very little time. She could feel the way her own body reacted to him, the way she tightened against him, the way she drenched at the mere thought of having him inside her. It was an experience she never thought she would have with someone that wasn’t Neteyam. 

His hand circled her body, two of his fingers assaulting her aching bud to push her climax over the top. He circled and massaged the bundle of nerves as quickly as he pistoned into her. His chest heaved with his sharp breaths. The hand he kept on her hip dug into her soft skin, denting its way into it. Their tails were entangled with one another, pushing the other closer together. 

It didn’t take long for Jake to bottom out inside her, his seed once more mixing with her essence – a reoccurring and now natural occurrence to them. His body slumped against her, his arms wrapping around her waist to stabilize her body. Their breathings were matched, the sweat on their bodies glistened, their arms and tails enveloping them close. 

“We should… we should go,” (Y/N) breathed. “We can’t get caught here, Jake. Let’s go.” 

“Yes, we should,” he grinned. “Because I’m not done with you just yet.” 

Jake grabbed her hand, leading her quickly to her nest. For them, the night had just started. They walked fast, jumping over branches and dodging tents and hammocks. Until they finally reached the privacy of her nest. 

Before the entrance flap was fully closed, Jake attacked her lips with his. He devoured her mouth and explored her, only breaking the kiss to remove the three pieces of clothing that covered her body. Pieces that had such strong sentimental value, mindlessly scattered on the ground. Discarded like unnecessary obstacles that stood in the way of their main objective instead of the meaningful items they were. 

“Wait, wait, sir,” she panted. “We need to talk. We have to talk.” 

“Not now, little one,” Jake groaned. “Let’s just enjoy this – enjoy us. We don’t have much time left, and I know you’re enjoying this just as much as I am.” 

“But…” 

“No buts, (Y/N).” He was frustrated – sexually and mentally. He was sure of what he wanted at that moment. He knew he wanted her. “I told you this morning. If you don’t want this, if you want me to go, just tell me.” 

“That’s not what I want. I don’t want you to go. But I think…” 

“Stop thinking, (Y/N)!” His voice boomed, exasperation laced with his words. But as she flinched slightly at his tone, his eyes grew softer. The last thing he wanted to do was scare her. Jake placed a hand on her cheek, his thumb running over her cheek comfortingly. “I’m sorry. We just have our hours counted, baby girl. I don’t want to waste them talking about what we both know inevitably will happen.”  

“Three days then,” she conceded. “In three days we have to talk about this.” 

“Yes! Three days.” He pecked her lips, a smile spreading on his face. “I promise in three days we’ll talk all you want, but let’s enjoy our time now without worrying about the future. So, can we just have these moments? Even if we’re delusional enough to think everything is normal between us. Can we just pretend?” 

“Yes, we can,” she returned the smile. “Now, kiss me.” 

She stood on her tiptoes to crash her lips onto his, her hands placed at both sides of his face to pull him to her. He was right, she thought. It did not matter how much they talked about it or how she didn’t want anyone to get hurt because of what they were doing. The deed had already been done and she had loved it. Talking would never turn back time nor would it ever smother the flame that had ignited inside her. 

Jake placed his hands under her thighs, prompting her to jump and wrap her legs around his waist. Their kiss was feverish and needy. No matter how much they pushed against each other it simply didn’t feel close enough. Their tongues fought for dominance, sliding in synchronization against each other. 

“Goddess, I need to be inside you. Now,” he said as he lowered her onto the mat, her back against the sheets. 

“Then, what are you waiting for?”  

With a smirk on his face, Jake wasted no time using his cock to spread her open, their recent releases aiding as he glided into her. His eyes fell closed as he felt her around him again, the overwhelming feeling of her tightness still as fresh as their first time. He felt himself freeze, relishing in the sensation. 

(Y/N) took this as an opportunity to start their pace, grinding down on him at a slow pace – the position was not good enough to go faster. She took advantage of his surprise to switch their positions, his back thudding onto the mattress as her legs straddled his lap. 

“You’re learning,” Jake chuckled. 

A chuckle she returned as she said, “I’ve got a great teacher.” 

She stabilized herself with his chest, riding him at a faster tempo than she started. Now, she was the one chasing her climax, the need inside her growing with every second that passed. She knew it wouldn’t take long. Her clit grazed against his pelvis, her insides spasming as she rode him. This orgasm was for her only, for her own pleasure. The hardness inside her would have to wait for the next one. 

A couple of more bounces and she felt her new climax joining the ones that were already inside her, the wetness dribbling down his cock as it ran out of space inside her. Her third finish of the night ransacked through her body as she collapsed onto Jake’s chest, breathless and in ecstasy. She was tired – exhausted – but she knew she had at least one more inside her. As soon as she got the slightest bit of energy back. 

“You can’t have reached your cap yet, (Y/N),” Jake panted, her wetness still engulfing him. “I didn’t get to finish.” 

“I just… I just need a minute,” she breathed. 

“No worries, all I need is for you to hold on.” 

Jake wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, their chests pressed together as he angled his hips upward and continued the attack. He slammed into her, pushing them both past their bodies’ capabilities, edged on by the moans and whimpers she sang into his ears. The most beautiful sound they had heard. 

He rutted into her, faster and faster as he felt the usual tightening that signifies the closeness of his ends. And as much as he felt that he was in a position of dominance because he was the one setting the pace, it was the clenching of her insides that had all the power. 

As she came, her cunt contracting against his cock, so did he. Their releases combined and seeped out of her, darkening the sheets under them. They were panting and sweaty, delighting in the pleasure of their aftermath. 

At that moment, as their bodies recuperated from the onslaught of physical activities, Jake couldn’t help but admire just how beautiful she was. He cradled her face and met her in a soft kiss, the softest yet. 

When he released her, he noticed streaks going down her cheeks where tears had fallen at some point. He wiped them away with his thumb, kissing each of her eyes before enveloping in a tight hug. She molded into his body, fitting perfectly between his arms. Her head pressed to his chest, her ears capturing the sound of his heartbeat. 

Ba dump. 

Ba dump. 

Ba dump. 

It echoed the sound of her own and she wondered if his heart ached just like hers. As he slung the sheets over them, still buried inside her, she wanted to know if he hurt every time he thought of his mate, just like she did. If their hearts could beat at the same rhythm, maybe they could be in pain at the same time. 

“Stop thinking, little one,” he whispered. His hands smoothed down her hair. “Enjoy the present. We won’t have it for long.” 

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Sleepovers At The Baji Household feat. A Fed-Up Chifuyu

Summary: Chifuyu just wants to sleep, man, but Baji wants to be a jealous crackhead at 2 AM.

Pairing: Sano Manjiro | Mikey x Male Reader

Note(s): I had a little free time and wrote this. So, please enjoy! ALSO, to the anon that sent me a request a few days ago, I saw it and have it filed on my to-do list!!! I will definitely get to it as soon as I get a break in my schedule :)

"Chifuyu, ya wanna see some real discrimination?"

No. No, Chifuyu does not want to see what Baji means by 'real discrimination.'

Does he tell him that, though?

Yes, actually, because it's 2 in the fucking morning and, as much as he respects the other boy, he wouldn't put it past himself to smother him with a pillow after having his dream of cuddling with a sea of puppies suddenly destroyed.

Unfortunately for his sanity, Baji either doesn't hear him or, more likely than not, doesn't give a fuck, because he's already flopping onto his belly and whipping out his phone to do God knows what.

The dial tone that sounds from the speaker a few seconds later makes Chifuyu cringe, especially since it's only ever been a calm silence fit for a good night's sleep prior to Baji bulldozing through it with his absurd question. (At the very least, he's thankful that the latter has half a mind to keep the brightness on the lowest setting, otherwise, Chifuyu would have had to fight.)

On the far end of the row of carefully-laid futons, you shift in your sleep, eyebrows furrowing together at the noise. Rotating onto your side, you unconsciously reach for Baji, and just when he thinks you're being cute and trying to cuddle him, you smack him in the head.

Baji doesn't flinch, instead, takes his pillow and shoves it in your grasp to keep your unconscious self occupied, so that he can focus on getting through to the person who reuses to pick up (understandably so).

Releasing a frustrated groan after being redirected to voice mail for the fifth time, he dials the number again, muttering an impatient, "Pick up already."

Chifuyu feels sorry for the poor soul on the other end. He would've blocked someone following the first call, because again, it's-

The blond has to squint his eyes up at the digital clock on Baji's nightstand, which confirms that it's already 2:22 A.M, further solidifying the fact that he shouldn't be awake right now. And this also applies to the ever persistent first division captain, who insists on bothering who Chifuyu soon discovers is Mikey from the contact ID that flashes across the screen.

Why Baji is so keen on bothering him is a question he doesn't have the mental capacity to ponder over. The most energy he'll expend is to listen in when the call miraculously connects.

"What...?" comes a muffled voice from the receiver, tone laced in an irked grogginess birthed from a slumber rudely interrupted.

There's an absurdly loud, almost angry, roar of Mikey's name, one that has Chifuyu curling in on himself in a futile attempt to escape a sound that should be illegal at this hour.

But you know what else should be illegal?

The fucking whiplash Chifuyu gets when Baji's deep voice takes an abrupt 180°, switching from its normal gruffness to a squeaky, ear-piercing shrill as he screams, "I love you, love you, love you! Do you love me, too, Mikey-kyun~♡?!"

The room is dead silent.

Not a word. Not a murmur. Not a breath.

Just pure, unadulterated silence as both Chifuyu and Mikey process the words that hang in the air, permeating it with a goosebumps-inducing eeriness from having heard such a...a girly, overtly cutesy screech from Baji.

Then-

"What the fuck? He hung on me!"

Chifuyu opens his mouth, thinks better of reacting to the cursed scene he had the misfortune of bearing witness to, and promptly closes it.

Other people may have sleep paralysis demons.

But Chifuyu?

Chifuyu has Baji.

With both hands partially raised in prayer, he begs for the shenanigans to be over and done with.

They are not.

While his eyes remain closed in a last ditch effort to convince himself that it's all a bad dream, he hears a lot of grumbling happening on your side of the room, courtesy of Baji, who's scrambling around in search of...something. One quick peek reveals him fiddling with a phone - yours, to be exact, as evidenced by the distinctive phone charm of your favorite anime character hanging from it.

"(Y/n), wake up for a second," he hears him whisper. It takes a bit of prompting, until he's able to successfully rouse you enough from sleep to elicit any kind of response, which is, essentially, nothing short of an incoherent, slurred mess. Although, Chifuyu is pretty damn certain he heard you call Baji a 'dickhead' for the trouble.

Unperturbed, he continues shaking your limp form, coaxing you into wakefulness with, "Repeat what I tell you, and I'll let you go back to asleep. Deal?"

You squint your eyes at him, only able to make out a vague outline of his visage in the lightless room. "Promise?"

"Cross my heart, hope to die," he automatically responds with the same phrase he's become accustomed to saying whenever you two made a promise, something done purely out of habit, formed when the two of you were just kids and he wanted to get you to do something absolutely ridiculous either for him or with him. And just 'cause he knows you're more susceptible to complying if he does it, he also interlocks his pinky with yours.

"...Fine."

The approval is his cue to proceed, and it's as he's putting the phone on speaker that he turns back to a regretfully wide awake Chifuyu, mouthing a wordless, 'Watch.'

The phone rings, loud and clear, precisely once and only once.

"(Y/n), what's wrong?" It's important to note that even though Mikey still sounds tired as hell, his tone is much lighter, much happier really, than when it was Baji, which is an offense in itself to the said teen that's off to the side, attentively listening to the conversation unfold.

Then, it strikes Chifuyu, what Baji is trying to do, and fuck does it give him an instant headache.

Meanwhile, your mouth morphs into the dopiest of smiles with the pleasant surprise of hearing your boyfriend's voice, chest instantly overtaken by a warm fuzziness that never fails to make an appearance whenever he's involved. Sappy, you know, but it's true!

A light but firm nudge to your shoulder reminds you of your mission. It's too bad that, teetering along the edge of sleep as you are, the words Baji whispers are barely repeated correctly.

The initial phrase from before, the one Baji greeted Mikey with, is shortened to a simple, "You wuv I...?"

But, without missing a beat, you receive Mikey's confident reply of, "Mhm... I wuv you a lot."

There's a sleepy giggle then - a fucking giggle - before your voices drop to sweet whispers that the third and fourth wheels can't fully comprehend from where they are.

"Where the fuck was my 'I wuv you,' huh?!" Baji whisper-shouts, considerate of your conversation even when ranting and raving. "Shit, I would've taken a simple 'I love you,' too! I've known that bastard way longer than (Y/n), and this is what I get?!"

Okay. Toman's president answers his boyfriend's late night calls faster than he does anyone else's and openly expresses his love for him. So what? Chifuyu wouldn't exactly call it 'discrimination,' per se. 'Favoritism,' maybe if you wanna stretch it, but using as strong a word as discrimination, especially taking into account you two are dating; it's normal? Nah.

"You wanna say 'bye' to them? Mm. Baji and Chifuyu." A pause. "Fuyu, Mikey says 'bye.'"

"Bye, Mikey-kun."

The other person in the room waits, and waits, and waits, and when it's clear that there is no intention to address his presence whatsoever, Baji turns to Chifuyu with an almost scandalized expression, making wild gesticulations with his hands, clearly distressed. "See?!"

Blank blue eyes stare back at him, unblinking. Honestly, it's a common occurrence - Baji spiraling in a nonsensical rage - so it's easy for Chifuyu to block out the muted, jealousy-driven temper tantrum as he takes his pillow in both hands, raises it as high as he can, and-

Sigh.

-lets it flop right back onto his face.

He can't suffocate Baji. Shouldn't. Wouldn't. Couldn't. After all, they're best buds, meaning he has an obligation to put up with shit like this once in a while. (Plus, he'd probably get his ass kicked before he succeeds anyway. Totally not worth the beating.)

"Did you hear? Mikey said he wuvs me," he hears you drawl dreamily as soon as you hang up, sounding very close to clocking back out for the night.

"Yeah, yeah. Cute shit. Happy for ya, dude," Baji huffs. Thankfully, he sounds like he's in a similar state to yours, if the yawn that follows his sarcastic comment is anything to go by.

"...He soooo ignored you."

That warrants a punishing punch to the arm, dulled only slightly by the combination of the thick quilt you're swaddled in and the raven-haired boy's fatigue.

"I'll fucking throw you out right now, (Y/n). Don't test me."

"You won't."

"I will."

"Won't."

"Will."

The conversation gradually dies down shortly after, the exhaustion that took its sweet time getting to both of you having reached its peak with the help of the childish bickering. It takes 10 minutes, maybe 15, before two sets of light snores fill the room.

Finally.

Let it be known that there is a lesson to be learned from tonight's events. Really, there is. Y'know, something along the lines of 'Don't agree to a sleepover with Baji, if you plan on actually sleeping,' or whatever.

Alas, Chifuyu's consciousness fades before he realizes what it is.

~~~

"Mikey, be honest. Who do you love more? Me or-?"

"(Y/n)."

"But-"

(Y/n)."

"I-"

"(Y/n)."

Baji is only momentarily discouraged, sharp eyes glaring at the blond that lays his head on your lap after hi-fiving you. He didn't want to do this, but he's left with no choice.

"(Y/n) or Babu?"

From the way Mikey stiffens up, refusing to look at either him or you in the eyes, Baji knows he has him right where he wants him, has him torn between a cute face or a sweet ride.

"Oi! Don't pretend to be asleep! Answer the damn question! OI!"

(After hours of serious contemplation - even though you told him it doesn't particularly matter - it's revealed that, of course, Mikey loves you more. Babu just happens to trail behind as a very close second.)

[kass-storycorner]

Rainbow Anon~

Hhhhuuuu, those sleeping asks where so cute!? Do you think you could another part with Diluc, Zhongli and Albedo having come home late, but their s/o has a nightmare later on the night due to stress? (hurt/comfort plz lol)

//I said that I needed to stop simping for all of the characters but, I literally cannot physically do that. Everybody is so beautiful;;;!!

Aaaah, hello Rainbow anon! Thank you, I'm glad you liked them!!! Also never stop simping, they really are all beautiful. Genshin is at this point a "character I simp for"-collector haha And now on to the request, thanks for sending this in, I've been struggling with every other piece I've been working on the last days so idk writing these small drabble / bullet point fics is a nice change. Though I have to apologise that the Albedo s/o hc is the only one that actually doesn’t really fulfils the request…

And I didn’t add Zhongli, I had this request for a while now in my drafts, Albedo and Diluc finished but idk I couldn’t come up with something for Zhongli and it frustrated me so now I’m posting it like this 😩

Nighttime headcanon part II. - Nightmare headcanon

Genre: Angst with comfort

Rating: SFW

Content Warnings: none I guess

Characters: Albedo, Diluc,

Format: Bullet points / HC

Albedo

Ah, he did it again. Albedo didn't intend to stay so long at the laboratory inside of the headquarters of the knights again. To be honest he had planned to come home earlier that night, but alas - he didn’t notice the passing of time again until Sucrose knocked on the door, pulling him out of the trance he gets into when he works and reminding him of the time.

When Albedo opened the door to the shared apartment it was already filled with darkness again. A deep sigh left him as he took of his coat and shoes, making his way towards the shared bedroom. He really missed going to bed with you. It was so different than joining in bed, there were no sweet good night kisses nor wishes.

Though when he walked into the bedroom he didn’t expect to see this. Normally you would sleep peacefully, the only noises coming from you would be your snores. But when Albedo saw your sleeping body in bed tonight there seemed nothing peaceful about you.

It looked like you have been tossing and turning in bed for a while, the blanket didn’t cover your body, it was already halfway on the floor. But your face was the give away - you looked so scared.

Slowly Albedo made his way to the bed, sitting down next to you, still in his clothes, not sure what he should do. It would be best to wake you up, wouldn’t it?

“No… don’t”, he heard you whimper. He really should wake you up. But something, maybe it was is damned curiosity, in him wanted to hear more. Albedo wanted to know what scared you so much in your sleep.

“Albedo, please- albedo-“ ah, a sharp pain made it’s way through Albedos heart. What were you having a nightmare about that involved him?

Albedo wanted to know more, wanted to hear more. But he couldn’t stomach how scared you sounded, scared of him, so he gently put his hand on your hair, stroking it in the hopes it might sooth your dream.

However at the touch you woke up, looking directly in Albedos eyes. Before he could say anything tears already made their way down your face, hands and arms wrapping around Albedos waist and hiding your face in his stomach.

“Hey, hey it’s fine. I’m here. It was just a nightmare”, he said in a quite and gentle voice.

But that’s it - it didn’t feel like a nightmare at all to you. The moment you woke up the dream already was forgotten, except for the last thing you saw in it. You remembered the bitter feeling of betrayal, heartbreak and you were so scared. So horribly scared. The last imagine that burned itself into your head was Albedos face, looking at you with an blank expression, his eyes empty from all of the love he had for you. It felt more like a horrible future and not a nightmare.

This was nothing you felt like you could tell Albedo… it sounded quite silly, didn’t it? And the way Albedo looks at you right now, eyes filled with worry but so much love for you. There was no way those eyes would grow cold one day, would there?

Diluc

The last few weeks have been extremely stressful, for you and Diluc. With festivities right around the corner and many new visitors in Mondstadt because of them, Diluc and you had your hands filled.

Diluc for once more as the owner of Dawn Winery than the ‘Dark Knight Hero’ ah how much he despises that name

While yes, the crime rates and suspicious behaviour just grew with the amount of new people that visited Mond - but so did the demand for his alcohol. And after some incidents with slimes and some inefficient knights - Diluc had his hands full, day and night.

And you? You were busy yourself with your work, the festivities tripled your workload too and the worst about it was: there was no time to see Diluc for more than a few minutes awake.

When you went to bed he wasn’t there and when you woke up - rarely the past weeks was he asleep next to you (only once to be honest). Most of the time he was already awake again (or maybe still awake, you couldn’t tell at how short your encounters have become).

Diluc felt horribly guilty about how he didn’t spend any time with you. Yes you both were quite busy the last weeks, but even he could feel how the stress and the lack of your sight slowly tore him down.

So tonight he decided to skip his duties as Mondstadts protector - just for this one night, wanting to spend it with you. But even then, when he arrived home, entering the shared bedroom he saw you already asleep. It wasn’t too late in the evening, but he figured that you were just exhausted. And honestly? He was too.

So Diluc decided to lay down beside you, maybe you both couldn’t spend some time awake again but for now this must be enough. Though Diluc promises to himself that once all of this madness is over again to give you the attention you deserved.

The moment Diluc took his place beside you in bed, he noticed a small shift in your behaviour. Your breathing wasn’t calm like normally and how did Diluc just notice the way your brows furrowed. It looked like you had a nightmare.

Carefully he took you in his arms, hoping to give you the comfort you need for the nightmare to end. But it did not. It seemed like it was just getting worse and when you started to cry in your sleep was when Diluc had enough.

Softly he wiped away the tears, whispering “hey (y/n), it’s fine. Wake up, it’s just a dream, it’s okay”.

His soft touch and quite words woke you up, finding yourself in his arms. What? How and when?

You pressed your face into his chest, taking in his smell. Ah. How much you missed him, all of it. You felt how Diluc planted a kiss on your head.

“Are you alright Darling?”, he asks and you sigh at the sound of his voice, at with how much love and concern in it he asks. You shift a bit, now being able to see in his eyes in the dark. “It’s fine I’m- I’m just stressed.” His thumb trailed the dark circles under your eyes. “To me it seems like you are more than stressed.”

“I just couldn’t sleep because of it that well the last days, it’s fine”, at your words Diluc shot you a look of concern. “It’s not okay, since when do you have these nightmares?”. You hid your face again in his chest before mumbling out your answer. “It’s only when I sleep alone.”

Diluc felt a wave of guilt go through him. Only having those nightmares when you slept alone? Now to come to think of it, Diluc hasn’t slept next to you in the past few days (that idiot hasn’t slept much at all)

Squeezing you in his arms he lays his chin down on your head, promising you that you won’t have to fall asleep alone anymore. And he’s here now. It’s okay.

After a while you fall asleep, Diluc listening to your calm and soft breathing until he falls asleep himself.

Both of you had to wake up early that morning, but when Adeleine walked into the bedroom to wake you - ah, you two looked so peaceful in bed together and she just hadn’t the heart to disturb that peace.

[yellowsuitcase]

I missed you // Draco Malfoy

A/N: This was an anonymous request I received about 4 days ago. It took me a while to write it because school was A LOT this week and I’ve been so exhausted from trying to keep up with everything. I’ve also started trying to shift so if anyone has any tips on that, please let me know! Otherwise, I hope you enjoy!

Summary: Draco and Y/N have mutually broken up and have started experimenting with other people. But it’s only a matter of time before Draco gets jealous.

Warning(s): Swearing

Word Count: 2.5k 

It was for the best. Wasn’t it? He didn’t love her anymore, and nor did she. That happens sometimes. People just fall out of love. It was mutual; there was no fight, nobody was angry. The relationship had run its course, no feed to fuss about it. Besides, it wouldn’t have made sense for them to remain, boyfriend and girlfriend, when they’d each lost feelings.

If all of that is true...then why does it hurt so much? Y/N wondered as she lay flat on her back, the bedsheets around her in disarray from all her tossing and turning. She knew there was no way she’d find sleep easily tonight, not after the breakup. She felt as if a piece of her had been forcefully ripped from her. But why? She had a hunch for almost an entire month that she’d lost feelings for Draco. Shouldn’t she have been prepared for the end? Alas, Y/N knew that completely preparing oneself for a breakup is an impossible feat. 

These thoughts swirled through her brain as she finally closed her eyes. She clutched the sheets in her palms, trying to ground herself. Her forehead was tense with wrinkles as she was already anticipating the nightmares. But nevertheless, after a few more minutes of restlessness, her body’s need for slumber overtook her.

When she awoke the next morning, she could practically feel the bags sitting under her eyes. She could only guess that her sleep had been plagued with nightmares as she was lucky enough not to have any recollection. Her head pounded as she sat up in her bed. Her roommate gave her a pitiful and knowing look. Y/N took in a deep breath and clambered out of bed.

It didn’t take her very long to get ready since she frankly didn’t care whether or not she looked presentable today. She made sure her teeth were brushed and that her tie was on correctly and walked out of the dorms. Truthfully, she knew she wasn’t very hungry, but people would ask questions if she missed breakfast. While walking to the Great Hall, she was startled by someone jumping right in front of her.

“Good morning!” George Weasley said. “Why the long face?”

Y/N gave him a weak smile and said, “I didn’t sleep well, that’s all.”

George looked skeptical but pushed no further. He fell into step beside her.

“Where’s Freddie?” she asked.

“Morning detention with Filch, he slipped a puking pastille into his drink.”

“You had nothing to do with it?” she asked, a doubtful smile on her lips.

George shrugged, smirking as he did so. “I have my ways,” he said while bumping her shoulder slightly. She looked up at him with a fake mean glare as they strode into the Great Hall. Y/N caught sight of Draco immediately. He was where he always sat in the morning. Usually, she would’ve made a beeline for the space next to him. Today, that spot was taken by Pansy Parkinson, a Slytherin girl who had always taken a keen liking to Draco. Y/N stopped in her tracks and stared. Pansy was fawning over him, running her hands up his arms. Y/N felt anger begin to rise in her chest...but then she remembered. 

Shaking her head, she forced her feet to follow George to where he had sat down at the Gryffindor table. He was talking animatedly with his mates and didn’t notice Y/N standing behind him awkwardly while she tried to figure out whether or not she was wanted at the table; she was a Slytherin after all.

George eventually took notice of the presence behind him when his friend nodded his head towards her. “Y/N, did you want to sit? Thought you’d be with Malfoy. Has something happened?”

She sighed as she threw her leg over the bench and sat down. “Yeah, we broke up,” she said softly.

“Broke up? He didn’t do anything, did he?” George asked while turning to look at Draco.

“No, no. It was mutual. He didn’t do anything.”

“Good. Well, cheer up then. You’re a free woman now. The world is yours, right?” 

Y/N smiled at George. “Yeah, you’re right, it is. I don’t know why I’ve been sulking so much. I lost feelings, and so did he. Nothing more to it.”

“Yeah, that’s the spirit! Who needs Malfoy anyway?” George bellowed, successfully making Y/N giggle. She felt her stomach rumble. This surprised her; she didn’t expect to be in a good enough mood to be hungry. But the buttered rolls on the table now looked extremely appetizing.

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{A few months later}

Draco paced back and forth in front of the mirror. He was nervous. In nearly twenty minutes, he’d be on his first date since breaking up with Y/N. He couldn’t believe he was really going on a date. With Pansy Parkinson, nonetheless. These past few months, she’d really grown on him. She was from a pureblood family, she was kind to him, and she was rather pretty. Draco knew his parents would love her. He could only hope he could grow to do the same.

He gathered his courage and left the bathroom. They had agreed to meet outside the potions classroom. It was an odd location, but Pansy suggested it, and Draco had no reason to object it. As he walked down the middle of the corridors, his mind began to race. What would she be wearing? Would she like him? Would they become boyfriend and girlfriend after this? Would Y/N find out? What would she think?

Draco’s face grew tense. What a silly thought to have. He wouldn’t actually date Pansy. And as for Y/N, he knew she wouldn’t care. She and George have had a thing for a few weeks now. They were always holding hands or sitting shoulder to shoulder, lovey-dovey stuff like that. He had even given her a kiss on the cheek. The image of it was burned into Draco’s memory.

He was pulled out of his thoughts when he saw Pansy outside the classroom. She had her back leaned against the wall. She donned a dark green dress that reached her mid-thigh. Her hair was wavy and fell over her bare shoulders. Draco exhaled sharply. He felt the anxiety in his stomach but was determined not to show it.

“You clean up nice, Parkinson,” he said cooly and confidently while nodding his chin towards her. 

Pansy rolled her eyes, “Thank you, Malfoy. You look handsome as well,” she said while scanning him up and down, her voice slow and sensual. Draco shifted his feet, feeling uncomfortable. “Shall we?” he asked. Pansy smirked and pushed off the wall and sauntered over to him. She reached for his hand and grasped it tightly in hers. Draco had to fight the internal instinct to wriggle his hand out of hers.

Just as they were about to go, they heard a noise from behind them. They turned around saw none other than Y/N, her arms full of potion ingredients and notebooks. She looked like a deer caught in headlights.

“Stealing potion ingredients, Y/N?” Pansy asked with a knowing smirk on her face.

Y/N’s eyes shifted back and forth between the pair. When her eyes landed on their interlocked fingers, she straightened her spine and frowned. “You know perfectly well that we have a section that’s open to students. And it’s none of your business anyway,” she spat.

But Pansy was unfazed. “Lavender, Flobberworm mucus, and valerian sprigs. What’s wrong, Y/N? Can’t fall asleep? Oh no, don’t tell me you get nightmares,” Pansy taunted, using a voice one might use when speaking to a baby or a dog.

Draco watched as Y/N’s face turned red. He knew she’d always struggled with nightmares and would often have to make herself a sleeping draught potion to be able to get some genuine rest. As he looked at the ingredients in her hands, he noticed she was short on a few of them.

“You don’t have enough,” he said without thinking. Both girls’ eyes turned to him. He ignored Pansy’s and instead focused on Y/N’s.

She waited a few beats before replying, “Snape has stopped refilling the supply. He said I need to stop relying on it so much,” she muttered. Her head had turned away from the couple. Draco’s eyebrows knitted together. When did she become so dependent on those potions? While they were together, she’d only need it maybe once every few weeks.

He didn’t have time to wonder about it any further. Pansy had begun walking and dragged Draco with her. Leaving Y/N alone in the cold dungeons, watching them go.

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Draco stared through the leaves of the tree he lied underneath. Classes were over, and he was relaxing before Crabbe and Goyle were bound to come and bother him. The week had dragged on for what seemed like years. Frankly, he was ready to crawl into bed and sleep the next few days away, but he had already made plans for the weekend. 

He allowed his eyes to close, and the stress from the week began to leave his body. But his peacefulness was short-lived. Loud cheers made their way to his ears. He sat up angrily, ready to hex whoever decided to irritate him. However, all that frustration dissipated when he saw what people were cheering for. When he saw it, time seemed to stop.

George was holding Y/N in his arms, she was parallel with the ground, and her lips were pressed against his. He was kissing her passionately while her hands gripped his shirt collar.

Draco felt his heart sink. The only word running through his brain was “no.” No, no, no, no. After he watched the scene in front of him for nearly a minute, he decided he couldn’t stand it any longer. He jumped to his feet and stomped out of the courtyard, passing Pansy as he did so.

“Draco, what’s wrong? What’s happened?” she asked, her face was strewn up in confusion as to why Draco’s shoulders were heaving. 

“Not now, Parkinson,” Draco snapped.

“But Draco—”

“Shut up! Merlin, do you ever shut that trap of yours?” he shouted at her. Her eyes widened in shock, but Draco paid her no mind. He was halfway down the corridor when he thought better of himself and turned around. Rage overtook his body as he stormed back into the open courtyard and headed right for George and Y/N. They noticed him coming towards them and took a few steps back. George took Y/N’s hand and pulled her behind him.

“What d’you want Malfoy?” 

“Move, Weaslebee, I’m not here for you.”

George pursed his lips and withdrew his wand. He was intent on not letting Malfoy come any closer to the girl behind him. “If you’re here for her, you’re not getting her.”

Draco clenched his fists and also withdrew his wand. He aimed it straight at George’s face. “Move,” he demanded.

George widened his stance and raised his wand towards the blonde boy. “No,” he said firmly.

Draco inhaled and opened his mouth, but before he could hex George, a golden light shot towards Draco’s hand, and suddenly his wand was thirty feet across the yard.

Y/N emerged from behind George. Her wand was clutched in her palm. “There’s no need to fight. I can decide whether I want to speak with someone, and I certainly don’t need protection. So if you’ll excuse me, it’s obvious that Draco and I need to have a chat.”

She didn’t waste a moment; she began to make her way towards the exit. Draco quickly came to his senses and went to fetch his wand before hurrying after her.

He followed her through many hallways before she stopped outside the Slytherin dorms. “Salazar,” she muttered. The walls opened up before her, and she and Draco walked down the stairs into the eerie common room.

Y/N took a seat at the couch on the left of the fireplace. It was the couch they’d use to cuddle on after a long day. It felt weird to sit on it now since they both sat on opposite ends.

“Let’s not waste time,” she said, “you’re obviously upset. Care to tell me why?”

Draco scoffed and threw his arm over the back of the leather sofa. “Weasley, huh?”

“Draco, don’t be a git. We’ve been broken up for months. I’m allowed to see other people, aren’t I? I mean, you went on a date with Pansy.”

He shook his head vehemently and shifted in his seat. He couldn’t sit still, he was so angry.

“Speak, Draco. You know we can’t work any of our issues out if you don’t speak,” Y/N reminded him.

He let out an angry sigh and turned to face his ex-girlfriend. He had expected her to look just as mad as him, but instead, her eyes were filled with worry and concern. Her hand was pressed into the couch, and her body was slightly leaning forward. Draco felt the fire within his chest begin to die. He took another breath before talking.

“I can’t stand it. I can’t stand it, Y/N. Seeing you with someone else fucking kills me. It makes me so angry. When he kissed you, I… I forgot how to breathe. It was like a dementor had come and sucked all the happiness from my veins. I was infuriated, not just at him but at myself. How could I let someone else hold you?”

Y/N stared at him with soft, gentle eyes. Slowly, she reached for his rigid fist that was resting on his lap. She took it into her hands and felt the tension leave. She had always had that effect on Draco. Her touch was able to calm his stiffness with ease.

“What am I saying?” Draco wondered out loud as he shamefully wiped a tear from his cheek, “you’re not mine anymore. I know that, and yet…” he trailed off.

“Then make me yours again,” Y/N whispered.

Draco’s head whipped towards her. He saw a look of nervousness on her face. Steadily, he took her head into his hands. He moved his head slightly below hers, forcing her to look into his eyes.

“Do you mean that?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Almost as if he was afraid to ask.

Y/N nodded her head, “I do. God, I do. It’s always been you, Draco. I’m so sorry—” She was cut off by Draco pulling her in for a kiss. Y/N felt herself melt into his embrace; she felt at home again. 

He pulled away to catch his breath. “I’m sorry too. I never stopped loving you. I know that now. Please, let me be yours again.” 

Y/N smiled, “I missed you, Malfoy,” she said with a small chuckle. Draco felt a grin spread on his face, and he dove back in for another kiss. 

“I missed you more. Don’t you ever let me walk away from you again, you hear?” Draco asked playfully. Y/N laughed and gave him a quick peck on the nose.

“I solemnly swear,” she said in a fake deep voice while trying not to giggle. Draco rolled his eyes and tackled her onto the couch, causing her to squeal happily. He wrapped his arms around her tightly, vowing to himself to never let go of her again.

[elleclairez]

Nikolai Lantsov x reader : Starry night

Words count : 1 310

Pairing : Nikolai Lantsov x reader

In the many years that Y/N has lived at the Ravkan capital never did the night sky looked so beautiful. The moon and the stars were shining as bright as diamonds and their light was reflected so strongly that the young woman could perfectly see young Grisha playing by the lake from the balcony of the Grand Palace. Was it maybe because the darkness left the town along with its cruel owner? It is perhaps foolish to think so but since Alina has taken over the Second Army and the Darkling went into hiding, Y/N noticed that the sky became much brighter than it used to be.

Here she was, looking at the starry night alone, not that she complained. Loneliness is far better company than the people attending the ball, except perhaps some people. In spite of the late hour the ball was not planning to end at all. The (Your Grisha Order) was quite curious on how those nobles were able to party so much and still have the energy to gossip all day long without tiring at all. But then again what more could they do, fight the war? No, that is the work of commoners like her and thousands of others.

If she was quite honest the young woman didn’t know what she was doing here. All she wanted was to get rid of this uncomfortable dress and rip this chocking corset apart. Whoever created those surely must have hated women.

Y/N was tired. Tired of the petty gossips, the glances that were thrown at her, the whispers commenting all of her steps and words. But there was nothing she could do. And she did promise Nikolai to stay until the ball ended. Not for fun of course but because they both knew that he needed her there, she was what kept him sane during those nights. Because while those balls and the people attending them were horrendous, dancing and laughing with the woman he loved made them a little better.

And that is exactly why the Grisha didn’t run away back to her cosy room the moment she could. No matter how hard it was to stay there she did it with her loved one by her arm. Together they put on smiles, laughed at horrible jokes and brushed away any comment about their relationship, his parentage or her lack of wealth or title. But even with Nikolai by her side all of this became too exhausting. She wondered how he was able to keep up with all of this since a very young age.

And it was exactly because of that same exhaustion that Y/N found herself staring at the beauty of Os Alta from one of the many balconies of the tasteless palace. All she wished right now was to be in bed with her lover, a book in her hands while he would write down some new engineering ideas in his notebook. But alas that was not meant to be. At least not tonight.

The peaceful atmosphere was disrupted by two arms encircling her waist and before Y/N had the time to break the hands of whoever dared to approach her in such a way, a soothing voice whispered in her ear.

"You needn’t worry, love, it is only me, your beautiful lover and servant of your heart. » Being in the arms of the man that she loved brought the woman comfort and calmed her down. Every time Nikolai is with her, especially while having some physical contact with her, Y/N felt safe and warm.

"What are you doing here, Kolya? Shouldn’t you be debating with your brother on which horse is faster?"Asked the Grisha while turning around to quickly peck the prince on his lips. From hearing his nickname (one that he let be called only by her) falling from her lips and the chaste kiss that she granted him, the prince’s smile grew even bigger than it was. And without knowing so, the woman mimicked the action but directly frowned when she saw how tired he truly was through his eyes. He might be an excellent actor but the ones who truly knew him could always tell apart his act and his true self through those beautiful hazel orbs of his.

"Well I was in the middle of such debate with my foolish brother when I noticed that my beautiful darling has completely disappeared."I let out a small breath at his words, I knew he would notice my absence. Sensing my fatigue through my actions, Nikolai placed one hand on the side of my face so that our eyes would meet."What is it, love? Is something wrong? Do I need to threaten someone? "He asked with full seriousness while still trying to make Y/N laugh with that last sentence. And he succeeded, his last words did bring out a small yet tired chuckle out of her.

What Y/N loved with Nikolai is that she didn’t have to explain myself, he always knew what to say or do in order to make me feel better. And that is why without having to make her explain herself, the young prince decided that is what perhaps time for them to retire to his chambers. Well, officially she would go back to the Little Palace and he to his chambers but as they say, "the less you know the better".

And that is how half an hour later, the woman found herself in the arms of the man that she loved, both of them laying on a sofa in the living room of his apartments, drinking tea, talking about nothing and everything and sharing more kisses that a couple in the middle of courting should.

By the time the sun started to rise, we only got into bed, our legs tangled, my head on his chest and his hand caressing my hair while the other stayed on the small of my back. The silence was a peaceful one and both of us hoped that no one would disturb it, at least for a few more hours.

"Thank you." Sweetly whispered Nikolai after placing yet another kiss on my forehead. "Thank you for being there for me. I know that being at court is though especially for you with everyone staring at you as if you didn’t belong there. But trust me, you do. You belong by my side and I, by yours, lubimaya."If Y/N wasn’t so tired she would have responded with words as sweet as his but alas tiredness was too strong.

Nikolai’s POV

Minutes have passed and Y/N was peacefully asleep on the man’s chest. Her eyes would sometimes flutter and Nikolai would check for any signs of stress on her face to make sure that his lover wasn’t having a nightmare.

Never in his life the young prince would have thought that he would feel such strong feelings for someone. Whenever he looked at the Grisha woman he wondered if his parents loved each other that way. Not his official ones of course, but biological ones. Because right now gazing at the person he loved the most in life he knew that if needed he would take the same risks his mother did so many years ago when she had her affair and then gave birth to him. If being with her meant taking huge risks or even giving up his titles, he would do no matter how much he wanted to save Ravka. But luckily for him, he knew that she understood and even shared his dreams and therefore would never ask such thing from him.

"And that is why one day I will marry you, lyuobv moya." His voice was barely a whisper and after kissing her temple one more time, Nikolai succumbed into sleep.

"Lyubov moya" = "my love"

"Lybimaya" = "my love » (more like "my favourite » while still meaning "my love")

Hope you liked this little Nikolai Lantsov x reader one-shot!

Who is exited for Shadow and Bone to finally hit our screens this Friday?? Because I can surely say that I am! What do you think of the show so far? Like I know none of us haven’t watched it yet but what are your expectations, fears… about it?

Tell me what you thought of this one shot because feedback is always appreciated!

ELLE CLAIRE

Ps : I am working on the requests that you sent, but there are a lot of them, so it might take a while especially since my classes are starting again this Monday and I also want to take some time this weekend to bing watch S&B.

[nuhogom]

Genre: Smut, Fluff

Warning: Language, smut

Member: Shownu

Prompt: Going home with your bf for the first time & he gets touchy✨

Hyunwoo and you had flown out to visit your parents for Christmas this year! This was his first time meeting them in person—because them living abroad just allowed for video calls. He was nervous and you knew that because he refused to let go of your hand for the last few hours. The plane would be landing in 20 minutes and you saw him chewing the inside of his mouth.

“It’ll be okay, babe! I promise!” You encouraged, squeezing his hand. He gave you a nod and held his book bag close to his chest. You were nervous too, but didn’t show it. He couldn’t reply in English well and you were scared they wouldn’t be able to understand him.

As the plane settled and the pilot said you could unbuckle, you shot up and began getting your carry on out. “I got it, baby girl,” he spoke up. He stood and opened the latch, grabbing your bag for you. You thanked him with a quick peck on his lips. His cheeks tinted a red, eyes catching yours as you smiled.

“We’re in America, babe! No one cares here!” You said giddily.

——

Soon you were running into your parent’s arms, breathing in their scent and smiling. “I’ve missed you two so much!” You smiled.

“We missed you too, baby! Now! Show us this new man of yours?!” Your mom mumbled out quickly. You happily turned around, holding your hand out to Hyunwoo for him to take and step closer. You pulled him in front of you, whispering to him to introduce himself.

“Hello! I’m Shownu!” He smiled, bowing perfectly at 90°.

“It’s nice to meet you in person, Shownu!” Your mom said, bowing back. Hyunwoo beamed, turning to your father who had a stern look on his face. Your fiancé didn’t falter, but instead held his hand out for your dad to shake. Your dad’s hand took his, shaking firmly and smiling at the younger.

“Nice to meet you, son!”

You saw Hyunwoo visibly relax, taking a step back to you and wrapping an arm around your waist.

“I’ll get your bags, honey!” Your dad spoke. You nodded in acknowledgment, glancing up at the strong man beside you.

“You okay?” You whispered. He smiled and answered with a kiss to your temple. You heard your mom coo, a big, beautiful smile on her face.

On the way home, Hyunwoo’s hand never left your thigh. He would occasionally gently rub at your inner thigh, a small smile never leaving his lips. Your mom wouldn’t shut her mouth, but you weren’t complaining. You leaned into Hyunwoo, resting your tired body against him in silence.

“Baby girl?” Hyunwoo spoke. You forced your eyes open, realising you had fallen asleep. “Wake up! We’re at your house!” Nodding, you yawned and stretched. You grabbed for Hyunwoo’s hands, bringing them to your lips.

“Thank you for waking me!” He smiled his eye crinkling smile. You melted at the sight, allowing him to help you out of the vehicle. Your dad was pulling the last of your guy’s luggage into your old bedroom when you got upstairs.

“We’ll go downstairs to let y’all settle. Your brother and his family will be over for dinner in a couple hours!”

You nodded and closed the door behind them, huffing and turning to flop onto your small, childhood bed. Hyunwoo and you would have to sleep close tonight, not that you cared. He was still standing, eyes looking around your room, taking everything in. You stood to be beside him, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“Whatcha thinking about?” You asked softly. He looked down at you and smiled innocently.

“You want the truth?” You gave him a confused look and nodded. “The truth is I kinda want us to make love on your bed over there,” he trailed. His face was red as ever as he avoided eye contact.

“Please?” You whimpered. His eyes connected with yours immediately, a smile appearing on his face. He quietly walked over to your bed, sitting down and leaning back on his elbows. You sighed and pulled your leggings and underwear off in the same motion. Your fingers quickly pulled his sweatpants down, his erection evident under his boxers. Drool was practically spilling out of your mouth as you stared at him. You were soaking and so ready to please him. Your legs straddled his lap, a hand going to pull his boxers down and wrap around his hardened length. He moaned loudly, throwing his head back and closing his eyes.

You leaned over to tell him to be quiet because you definitely didn’t want to get caught. He grunted out a tiny “Sorry”. You rose onto your knees, rubbing him against yourself to coat his dick in your slickness. He sat up and grabbed a fistful of the oversized shirt your wore, pulling it away to watch as you slowly sunk down on him. A small whimper left your lips, your movements stilling as you adjusted. It had been more than two months since you two had done anything and you were both sensitive. He sat up and moved to press his back to the headboard, the movement making you whine. His plush lips kissed at your shoulder, his arms wrapping around you and pulling you close. Your clothed chests touched, Hyunwoo’s hands slipping under your shirt. He grabbed at your breasts, his thumbs pressing at your nipples.

“Babe!” You whimpered loudly. You began to move and grind against him, his fingers leaving your chest to slap at your ass. You groaned into his ear as he grabbed at your cheeks, slightly pulling them apart and pushing up into you deeply. A sharp gasp left your mouth, your head falling into the crook of his neck. “Shit!” You grunted.

“Feel good, baby girl?” You nodded in reply, telling him to go slower. He obliged and pulled out, taking all his time to go in and even deeper. You shook at the sensation, closing your eyes as he repeated the action.

“I’m so close,” you huffed.

“Yea?”

“Mm. Deeper, baby!” You gasped. He smirked at your command, grabbing at your thigh and pushing your leg back. You squeaked as he slipped into you deeper, your lips puffing out in concentration.

“Good?”

You replied by leaning up to press a heavy kiss to his lips. He kissed you back, a hand trailing away from your ass and towards that bundle nerves. His thumb pressed against you as he gave a particularly harsh thrust, tears threatening to fall from your eyes.

“Hey, guys!” Your mom called from outside your bedroom door. Her sudden voice made you both freeze, your chests rising and falling quickly. You began to choke out a reply when the door handle raddled. Your eyes went wide and Hyunwoo was quick to wrap the blankets around you both, just as your mom stepped into the room. Her eyes widened as she took in both of your positions, mouth hanging open wide. “Your brother, will uh. Be here in fifteen minutes. Finish up here and freshen up!” She spoke calmly.

You refused to turn and face her, too embarrassed. You could see the absolute embarrassment on Hyunwoo’s face also.

“Please don’t tell dad!” You begged. Your mom smirked as she walked out, shaking her head. The look on Hyunwoo’s face was pitiful.

“Don’t worry, baby. She won’t say anything! I promise, okay?” He nodded silently. “Now, please let’s finish so we can get ready!”

He took charge then, jerking the sheets off of you and grabbing at your ass. You moaned at the action, hands pressing against his abdomen as his ass slapping caused you to jerk forward. His thumb found your most sensitive area once again, pressing against it with fervour.

You let out an obnoxious whimper, your stomach tightening. Your body shook as you came, falling over your fiancé in exhaustion. He kept pushing into you, chasing his own release. You felt him twitch and then a warmth filled you as he came. Your body shook at the over sensitivity, his large hands holding your hips still as he milked his come into you. A huff left your lips, eyes closing.

“Holy shit!” You giggled. “That was so hot!”

Hyunwoo nodded, his gentle fingers tucking some of your sweaty hair behind your ears. You leaned into his touch, wishing you two could revel in such a good love making session. Alas, you couldn’t. There were tiny voices now squealing downstairs and you wanted to see your nieces….

“I love you!” You said softly, looking down at Hyunwoo lovingly.

“I love you too, baby girl!” His hands wrapped around you, helping you climb off of him. You whined at the loss as he pulled out.

“I hate having to leave the bed after something like that,” you complained.

“Me too!” He whispered. He sat up and picked some clean clothes out for you both as you checked if the five steps to the bathroom was clear.

“Let’s go! It’s clear!” You giggled as he dragged you behind him, closing the bathroom door behind you. His laugh rang through the room and you kissed at his chest.

“C’mon! Let’s get downstairs so you can meet the best little humans! They will absolutely love you!”

[sunshinecrashed]

⓪ ʜᴏᴍᴇ, s���ᴇᴇᴛ ʜᴏᴍᴇ 

𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗄𝗈-𝗄𝗎𝗇 (𝗒𝗎𝗀𝗂 𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖾) 𝗑 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: 𝗺𝗮𝘆𝗯𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀𝗻❜𝘁 𝗮𝘀 𝗮𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁.

word count: ~574

↳ warnings: none.. yet ;)

a/n: hhhh i could go so many different routes with this. and yes, this will be a series 😳 i’m gonna make a masterlist for it rlly soon lol

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Thud!

With a heavy sigh, you set down the last of your boxes in the hallway. 

You really got lucky with this house. 

Despite it being well over fifty years old, it was in surprisingly great shape; and with the updated appliances and renovations, it might as well have been brand new.

A beautiful forest surrounded it, and light was coming through the windows in just the right way, only adding to the overall charm. The house wasn’t completely secluded, but your nearest neighbors were definitely more than a five minute walk away. 

And that’s how you liked it.

Hidden from the urban world, with all of the time in the universe to yourself. And of course, your closest friends. 

“Ah, that’s the last of ‘em! Thanks for helping me out, Aoi!”

You skillfully dance around the boxes littering the floor, and towards your favorite indigo-haired friend. 

“No need to thank me! Just invite us back over when you have everything set up, and we can have a movie night!” Aoi winked at you, pulling you into a tender hug. 

You beamed at her and returned the hug with just as much warmth. “Yeah yeah. And we can make some popcorn and brownies too, while we’re at it!” 

Pulling back, Aoi questioned, “Hey, where did Nene go?”  

"Uh,” You glanced around, hearing some tinkling of plates nearby. “Maybe the kitchen?” 

You both poked your head around the corner, spotting Nene as she helped unpack some of the dishes and cutlery. 

“There you guys are!” Nene lit up. “[Name]-chan, I can’t believe you were able to find such a cute house for a this price! It’s so dreamy..” 

She pulled open twin french doors to reveal the afternoon glow on the forest, casting an array of orange, golden, and green light through the trees. 

“I can’t believe it either,” You sighed with a smile. “When I was talking to the real estate agent, Minamoto Teru, he said that the house had been on the market for decades. If they hadn’t updated the interior and fixed up the exterior, then it would have stayed vacant. I’m not sure why, though.” 

Aoi laughed lowered her voice jokingly. “Ooooh, maybe it’s haunted.”

“Oh god, I hope you’re wrong..” Nene sighed. “We’ll have to ask Teru about it’s history some day.” 

You leaned on the counter top, a playful smile on your lips. “Are you sure you don’t just want to ask Teru out on a date?” 

“Now that would be the dream..” Nene closed her eyes with a giggle, lost in her imagination.

“Before we get too relaxed,” Aoi mused, “We should probably put together some furniture so you’re not just sleeping on the floor tonight, [Name].” 

“Mmm, maybe after we order some food~”

A few hours had passed. Nene and Aoi gave their hugs and goodbyes, with the promise to visit very soon. 

‘Don’t miss us too much!’ they called out while they waved at you.

You were tired, sore, and were definitely not looking forward to all of the unpacking you would have to do tomorrow. But alas, you quickly brushed your teeth and washed your face, only thinking about jumping into your newly-built bed. 

You soon found yourself snuggling into the softness of your comforter, exhaustion lulling you into sleep. 

And as you remained blissfully unconscious, you hardly even noticed the pair of ghostly amber eyes, following your every move. 

‘Well hello, beautiful stranger.’

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taglist: @sanemisthiccerbih @halparkebitch @emilee-amane​

[yellow-faerie]

Reading a book together for Maedhros and anyone you choose!

Your writing is amazing and poignant and I love it-@outofangband

Thank you so much @outofangband! It means so much to me that someone loves what I write!

I was just thinking of a scene between Maedhros and Gil-Galad (feat. Fingon) about reading and the like so that is what I shall write (sorry it’s a few more characters than asked - I’m in a very family mood at the mo)! From this prompt list.

♝ - Reading a book together

It is a gloomy day.

This is most certainly not unnatural for Himring. When it is not raining or snowing or, worst of all, hailing, it is like this: a faint drizzle hanging in the air that sticks to your skin and makes Maedhros’ hair spring out of its binding in ridiculous little curls.

The most disappointing part of the grey sky is that it is meant to be summer. Maedhros has had three separate letters from three separate members of his extended family which all mention their own fair weather far too much and with far too much joy.

He blows a lock of springy hair out of his face and when it falls back, he scowls.

With a growing ire, he pulls open the door into the north tower with a bit too much force and surprises a young kitchen hand as they exit, carrying a large tray.

Maedhros makes sure they have the tray quite secure before holding the door open for them to pass by.

Gwilmon, Maedhros believes their name to be, another Avari escapee of Angband: a border patrol found them a few months back and Idralas put them under the oversight of Dineth.

They looked healthy.

He can’t contemplate this long before he is interrupted by the quiet thud-thud-thud of small feet making their way downstairs.

Maedhros lets out a soft sigh and fixes as gentle a frown as he can on his face as his young son appears. He has been growing recently, his pyjama trousers not even brushing his ankles anymore. His hair is a mess, fuzzy and sticking from its braid at lopsided angles, and he holds onto the foot of the rabbit toy Caranthir made for his naming ceremony.

He rubs his eyes tiredly and Maedhros would think the sight cute if not for the fact that it is past midnight and Ereinion should really be in bed.

“Velcafinwë, what are you doing out of bed?” He asks, coming forward.

Ereinion shakes his head despite this not being a yes/no type question.

“Tired,” He mumbles, flopping down onto one of the steps and half-closing his eyes.

“I am sure you are. It’s very late.” Maedhros swoops down to scoop his son into his arms.

Ereinion sticks his thumb into his mouth, leaning his head against Maedhros’ shoulder. “Said you would read me a story.”

Maedhros winces. He had said that over supper and he had meant to be finished with that business with Lothíriel much earlier. Only, the issue with the housing she had brought up had been much more serious than Maedhros had initially thought it would end up being and he had got caught up in meetings and conversations and...

He says none of this to his exhausted child.

“I’m sorry Velco,” He whispers, pressing a kiss to the top of Ereinion’s curly head. “I will read you two chapters tomorrow to make up for it.”

“No. Read tonight.” Ereinion frowns up at his father. “You promised.”

Maedhros shifts his weight on his hip. “That I did. But bed first.”

Ereinion is already dropping off when Maedhros peels him from around his neck and tucks him into his bed but, true to his word, he picks up the story book from the bedside table.

He kicks off his boots and perches himself precariously on the edge of the bed, one leg hanging off the edge and the other stretched over the blanket. Ereinion automatically snuggles up beside him, laying his head on Maedhros’ lap to be able to see the pictures.

Maedhros begins to read, his arm wrapped around Ereinion. He uses his gentle, bedtime voice and it is not long at all before Ereinion lets out a soft sigh and is asleep.

Maedhros doesn’t quite want to move as he trails off in the middle of his sentence and places the book back onto the bedside table.

Alas, he does not want to cause his husband or his partner any worry. Leaning down, he presses a soft kiss to the top of Ereinion’s head and - as carefully as he can - he edges his son off his lap and back onto the bed.

Ereinion makes a soft noise and shifts in his sleep. Maedhros freezes for a long moment, silently praying to the Valar, Illúvatar and any other higher power he can think of that he will not wake up. Knowing Ereinion, he would end up staying awake for another few hours and he’s already going to be exhausted come morning.

Thankfully, someone must have heard him, for Ereinion shuffles only a moment longer before settling down, sprawled across the bed.

Maedhros smiles, picks up his boots and tiptoes from the room, avoiding that one squeaky floorboard.

He gets out into the corridor to come face-to-face with Fingon.

“Oh that’s where you were. We were beginning to be concerned.”

Maedhros winces at how loud his voice is in the almost silent hallway. “I just got Velco to go to sleep,” He says rather pointedly, glancing over at the closed door.

“Ah, sorry.” Fingon lowers his voice. “Have you been there all this time?”

“No.” Maedhros takes Fingon’s hand in his. “There was an incident with leaking roofs that I had to deal with. I forgot I told Velco that I would read to him tonight.”

“He waited up again, didn’t he? I swear I did put him to bed and turned out his lights.”

“He’s learnt to turn them back on then.” Maedhros squeezes Fingon’s hand. “It’s my fault really. I should-”

Fingon lets out a huff, cutting him off. “I don’t think there was anything you could do in this situation. You read to him most nights - he’ll realise soon enough that sometimes things come up.”

“He’s 7 Finno. I think we’ve a way to go before that happens.”

“Then we’ll wait. We have all the time in the world.”

Maedhros must make a face at that declaration for Fingon rises up on his toes to press a soft kiss to Maedhros’ cheek.

“Come on. We’ll talk about it later when we’re all less tired. And maybe Idralas has something to input.”

“When has she not?” Maedhros asks as he is led down the corridor and Fingon laughs.

It is one of the most beautiful sounds in the world, Maedhros thinks.

[vintagedolan]

another raleigh concept but it might be kinda angsty? what if gray and y/n were to get into a fight and y/n leaves. how would raleigh react?

Could you maybe do really throwing a tantrum because yn isn’t here and she wants her and is refusing to come near grayson.

He was dwelling. He hated dwelling, but alas, thats exactly what he was doing, and had been doing for the last three hours since you’d walked out the door for work without a hug or kiss goodbye. 

The fight hadn’t been super monumental, but it was far from pleasant. You were already stressed out with work, and even though Grayson got back from his walk a few minutes late, that was a few minutes too late.

“There you are, what the hell Gray?” You threw your hands up in the kitchen, work bag already over your shoulder.

“I... what? What’s wrong?”

“You’re late, that’s what’s wrong! I should have left 5 minutes ago, but I can’t exactly leave a sleeping 4 year old alone in the house now can I?” You huffed, already moving towards the door to get your shoes on.

“Babe I thought your shift didn’t start until 8, you’ve still got plenty of time to get there.” He glanced down at his watch to double check, make sure that he didn’t have it wrong in his head.

“I have a meeting this morning, at 7:45. That I told you about. Multiple times.”

As soon as she said it he remembered her mentioning it the night before - he may or may not have been too distracted by the fact that she was getting in the shower when she said it. 

“I’m sor-”

“I don’t have time for this right now, I’ve gotta go I’m already late,” you shook your head, grabbing your keys and heading out the door. You almost slammed it behind you but caught yourself at the last second, closing it gently so you didn’t wake Raleigh up.

It seemed like all the women in his life were mad at him that day.

“No.”

“Ra.”

“No.” She crossed her little arms over her chest - something she’d picked up from her Uncle Ethan - and shook her head.

“Believe it or not, it’s not really optional bub. If you wanna go outside, you have to put shoes on. End of story.” He held up the little nike again, which looked like a doll shoe in his large hand. 

“You don’t wear shoeses,” she countered, quirking an eyebrow up. Another Ethan habit. He was gonna have to talk to him about that.

“Remember when you stepped on that bee? And you couldn’t walk for a few days, and daddy had to carry you everywhere? We wear shoes so things like that don’t happen again.” He tried to reason with her, but she wasn’t budging. 

Damn if he hadn’t passed on his own stubbornness. 

She went to run past him again towards the back door and he caught her on instinct. As soon as he had her torso in his hands he knew what was coming. 

A meltdown. 

Sure enough, she started screaming at the top of her lungs, tears streaming as he pulled her to his chest, tried to hold her steady, wait for her to cry it out. But she pushed against him, grunting with the force of trying to move him, something she’d never done before.

So startled, he let her go, trying to ignore the tear of his heart when he realized she didn’t want him.

“Ra, baby hey, it’s okay.”

“NO! I want Y/N!” She screamed, running over to the couch and throwing herself face down onto it. Her little body shook with her cries, but he was frozen to his spot on the carpet.

She’d never asked for anyone but him before. 

There was a fleeting moment of jealousy, but it was immediately washed over by the concern he felt. No matter how much he said he was going to be the strong parent who stuck to his guns, when she cried like that he’d do anything to pacify her.

And he’d watched the only thing she wanted rush out the door that morning, obviously not very happy with him. He ran his hands through his hair, a bit overwhelmed and exhausted at the prospect of trying to calm Raleigh down. 

He took the easy route and pulled up Moana, moving over to the couch to rest his hand on her back, tracing patterns that he knew would calm her down until her tears turned to whimpers and then to deep breaths. She’d cried herself to sleep. He let out a sigh of relief, rubbing a hand over his eyes and laying his head against the couch close to her, hoping she would be a bit calmer with a nap under her belt.

An hour later, she woke up on the wrong side of the couch. Every little thing was a battle, from eating lunch to just sitting in the living room. Nothing was satisfying to her, nothing could soothe her, and all she wanted was you. Everything was just going to hell in a hand basket - he hadn’t remembered a day when things had been this bad since she was teething. It had him on the verge of tears by 6pm, so he did the only thing he knew to do these days. 

hey. I know this morning wasn’t great, and I’m really sorry about making you late. It totally slipped my mind, but thats just an excuse. I’m not sure if you were planning on coming back over tonight or going to your place, but Raleigh has been a lowkey holy terror today and she won’t stop asking for you. You don’t have to come obviously, and I hope this doesn’t come off like a guilt trip, I’m just kinda out of options. And of course I’d love to see you, you know that, but it’s up to you. I love you

Little did he know that you were punching in the gate code and coming up the driveway as he typed. You read it with a frown as you parked - the drive to work had been stressful, but you’d made it to the meeting with 1 minute to spare and the rest of the day had actually gone pretty well. Your annoyance had faded throughout the day and all you wanted was to have a nice night in with your boyfriend and Ra. You’d seen Raleigh on a bad day before, but from the sounds of it she was in rare form. So you braced yourself, threw your bag over your shoulder and headed for the door.

Two identical sets of brown eyes turned to see you, both just as surprised to see you in the doorway.

“Y/N!!!!” Raleigh squealed, jumping up off the couch and running towards you. You scooped her up like usual, giving her a squeeze before you leaned back to look at her.

“Can we do nails now?” She asked, eyes bright and excited. You’d told her that if she was good all week that you would have a little homemade manicure night with her, a chance for Grayson to get some work done, though you knew he’d come in and let her paint his nails if she asked.

“Well miss Raleigh, do you remember our deal? What did we have to do to earn nail night?” 

Her eyes went wide - she obviously thought you had no idea what had gone down all day.

��Um...”

“I don’t think you were very nice to your daddy today. What do you think?” 

She tucked her chin, toying with the fabric of your shirt. “No. I’s not very nice today.” 

“Well then, I think we might need to fix that before we have nail night. Here,” you leaned in to her ear so you could whisper. “Why don’t you go say sorry to daddy and then ask if he wants to do nails.” 

She nodded quickly, wiggling until you put her down. She beelined for where he was sitting on the carpet, throwing her arms around his neck. He caught her automatically, holding her to him, but his eyes were on you. 

“I’s sorry daddy,” she murmured into his neck.

“It’s okay baby. Thank you for saying sorry,” he sighed, pressing a kiss to her temple. You could tell he’d had a long day just from looking at him.

“You wanna do nails wif us?” 

“Nails? You wanna do nails? Only if you promise to paint mine, you do them the best,” he smiled, putting on his best show of enthusiasm. 

An hour and a half later, he was in bed with 9 lime green fingernails (she’d gotten bored and left his pinky blank), watching you get ready for the night. You moved over to him, climbing in bed next to him. You’d barely settled before he was practically on top of you, head buried in your chest and arms wrapped around you, asking to be held. 

You obliged, wrapping him up as best you could, pressing kisses to his hair and running your finger over his bare skin.

“Rough day?”

“Roughest,” he mumbled, kissing your arm when it got close enough to his face. “As usual you saved the day though. I wasn’t sure if you were gonna come back tonight.” 

“I haven’t stayed at my place in two weeks Gray,” you mumbled, nuzzling into his hair before he turned to look at you. “Sorry for being snippy this morning, I was just stressed out.”

“You don’t have anything to be sorry for, it was my fault. Thank you for coming over.”

“I couldn’t miss nail night,” you teased, leaning down to kiss his nose. His eyes fluttered closed for a moment before he looked at you seriously.

“Is that why you came back?”

“No. I’m not mad. Honestly once I made it to my meeting on time I was fine. But if you’re asking if I would have come back for nail night even if you’d royally pissed me off, then yes, I would have.”

He moved then, pushing himself up with an arm.

“Really? Why?”

“Cause Raleigh has nothing to do with what’s going on with us. If I promise that little girl something I’m gonna follow through every time that I possibly can. Gotta show her that I mean what I say, you know?” 

It felt like common sense when you said it, but you would never fully be able to understand how much that sentiment meant to Grayson. The fact that he’d found someone who cared so much about his daughter was the only thing he could have ever asked for, and you gave him so much more.

A bit overwhelmed, he couldn’t find the right words. Instead he ducked down to kiss you, lips rough and demanding against yours. It made you laugh a bit as you pulled him down on top of you.

“Oh that’s what does it for you huh? Good to know,” you teased as he moved to kiss your neck.

“Good parenting principles? Fuck yeah it does.”

[shadowhuntertrash]

I feel so bad but I cannot remember for the life of me who asked for the Gabrily family fluff because you either commented or asked me personally but I cant find it in my chats so sorry for not tagging you. </3

Cecily sighed as she walked through the door. It had been a busy day and she had spent most of it with her brother while they tried to figure out what was happening with the demon attack in broad daylight.

   Gabriel had been off with Gideon on some mission for the last four days, he was often going on missions and Cecily found it hard to keep up, while Alexander was with Lucie. Anna and Christopher were off somewhere with Matthew, Thomas, and James, so Cecily wasn’t expecting anyone to be home.

   She went to the kitchen getting some water before walking to the living room. She sighed as she looked at the mess, she hated cleaning, she always had, but with Christopher’s beakers and vials all over the place, she was constantly moving them away from Alexander’s reach. Anna came over often as well, always leaving something behind.

   She had been cleaning for about ten minutes before someone had their arms wrapped around her. Cecily squealed and turned quickly, knocking the person backward. Gabriel stumbled, catching himself right before he fell, eyebrows raised. “I thought you knew I was coming since you weren’t moving, turns out you just didn’t hear me.” He pretended to give her a scrutinizing look. “I would have to rate your response time as a six I’m afraid, while you got away you would have still died had I been a demon.”

   Cecily laughed, walking up to her husband and hugging him. She hadn’t realized how much she missed him and the toll it was taking on her to not have him here. Gabriel hugged her back, when she didn’t pull away he tightened his hold, his face moving back so he could see her face. “Are you alright, mi amor?” Cecily smiled up at her husband’s concerned face, “I am now.” She said quietly.

   Gabriel smiled and leaned down, his lips meeting Cecily’s. She felt him smile against her lips, a feeling she would never get used to. The front door banged open and Cecily broke away with a sigh, alas she would have to wait until tonight to spend one on one time with Gabriel.

   Cecily looked towards the door smiling at her children as Gabriel wrapped his arm affectionately around Cecily’s waist. Anna was holding little Alexander looking at them with fond eyes, she had been asking Cecily a lot of questions about love recently, making them ‘rhetorical’ but Cecily knew better and pretended to be unaware they were talking about Ariadne.

    Christopher was behind Anna, talking excitedly with his hands about something he was calling a ‘fire message’. Anna set Alexander carefully on the ground and he ran up to Cecily who bent down and scooped him into her arms in a smooth practice move.

   Gabriel walked over to Christopher and ruffled his already messy hair, Christopher turned his bright smile to Gabriel. “Father, have you talked to Uncle Gideon or Uncle Will today?” Gabriel shook his head watched Christopher with an amused smile. “They were on a mission and something happened to Uncle Gideon and they had mentioned how they wished they had something that could transfer messages instantly and I had a brilliant idea-” Gabriel held up a hand to stop Christopher, his previously amused expression now heavily concerned. 

   “Backtrack, what happened to Uncle Gideon?” Gabriel said, concern for his brother evident on his face. Cecily turned her icy blue eyes to Christopher’s lavender ones, her eyes equally concerned. 

   Christopher waved their concern off. “He’s fine, the demons had broken their steles but Sophie showed up just in time and healed them both.” Christopher’s eyes went bright again and Cecily watched Gabriel’s still concerned face. “I was thinking that there could be something I could make that makes instant messages possible! I was thinking of an idea and if it worked I could call it a fire message.” Anna put a hand up to stop him and Christopher peered questioningly at his sister.

   “If it has fire in it you can’t work on it by yourself. Either me, Thomas, or mother and father have to be there.” Cecily wondered as she watched Christopher open and close his mouth when Anna became such a mom to Christopher but she couldn’t find it in herself to mind if it meant she wasn’t always the bad guy when telling him that potentially dangerous thing needed oversight.

   Christopher just shrugged, turning to Anna to talk more about this ‘fire message’, and Gabriel turned to Cecily. “I have to go-” Cecily stiffened a little, disappointment flooding through her. He had only just gotten back from a four-day trip and as much as she knew he had to go check on his brother it still pulled at her heart for him to have to leave.

   Nevertheless, Cecily smiled at her husband, turning away before he looked too deep and discover it was fake. Gabriel walked over to her and kissed her on the forehead before doing the same to Anna and ruffling Christopher and Alexander’s heads. Cecily watched with sad eyes as he stepped through the door once again.

   Cecily bounced Alexander gently on her hip and turned to Anna. “I am going to put Alexander to bed, are you staying the night?” Anna watched Cecily’s face closely and nodded slowly before walking up to Cecily. “You look exhausted mother.” She said softly looking deep into Cecily’s blue eyes, Cecily always found it creepily comforting how similar her daughter’s eyes looked to her own and Will’s.

   Cecily waved off her concern, though she knew she was radiating exhaustion, and shook her head. “I’m quite alright Anna, you needn’t stay if that’s what you were worried about.” Anna didn’t seem to believe that but dropped the subject anyway before saying goodnight to Alexander. 

   “If it’s alright with you mother, I am going to kidnap Kit and take him back with me to my apartment.” She turned her eyes to her brother, a fond look on her face. “I’m afraid otherwise he would be awake all night and you needn’t worry about that tonight.” Cecily smiled gratefully at her daughter before kissing her cheek and walking over to do the same to Christopher who smiled at her, his lavender eyes standing out on his pale face.

   Anna and Christopher left about ten minutes later and Cecily finally made her way to Alexander’s room, the room next to her own, and set him down gently in his bed. She started humming softly, a welsh lullaby her mother had taught her that she had sung to all of her children.

   Alexander wasn’t tired yet so it took Cecily two hours to put him asleep. Cecily stumbled slightly as she walked out of the room, the brightness momentarily blinding her as her eyes attempted to adjust. It was almost midnight now and Cecily wanted nothing more than to go to sleep but when she got in bed it felt too cold and she knew it would be one of the nights where she would have to wait for Gabriel to be able to sleep.

   It took another two hours for Cecily to hear hooved feet in front of her house and she got up, tightening her robe around her nightgown as she walked into the main room. Gabriel was taking off his coat and hat, boots carefully sat beside the door. 

   He turned when he heard her bare feet pattering on the floor, a tired smile on his face. Cecily shivered, a draft chilling her to the point of goosebumps. “How are Gideon and Will?” Cecily asked quietly, trying desperately to not wake Alexander up.

   Gabriel rubbing his hands together, walking up to Cecily before wrapping his arms around her. Cecily buried her face in his shirt, the comfort of having her husband home momentarily overwhelming. Gabriel’s cheek rested on her head and she felt when he said, “Gideon’s alright, Will was barely scratched but Gideon had a large gash across his stomach, Sophie got there about five minutes later and just about lost her mind at Will.” Gabriel laughed lightly, a hand coming up to stoke Cecily’s ink-black hair. “I would have rather enjoyed seeing that if I’m quite honest.”

   Cecily laughed, but her heart wasn’t quite in it. She was tired and just wanted to be in bed, Gabriel’s arms around her, the safe feeling of being in his arms that she had been severely lacking recently.

   Gabriel pulled away and frowned. “Are you quite alright mi amor?” He asked softly, tucking a loose piece of hair behind her ear. Cecily closed her eyes and nodded slowly. “I’m just tired.” She said somewhat weakly, a tone she only ever used around Gabriel. 

   Warm hands found their way to the back of her knees and her waist and Cecily found herself being lifted off the ground. “Off to bed then.” Gabriel said simply as Cecily laughed softly, a genuine one this time. She laid her head against his chest and sighed deeply, she had missed him. 

   He carried her to their room before dropping her softly onto their bed. Cecily crawled under the covers and waited expectantly for Gabriel to climb in next to her, instead he turned around and started walking out of the room. Cecily shot up, “Don’t leave, please! Where are you going?” She asked desperately. Gabriel turned back to her with a slightly concerned expression. “Ceci, I’m not going anywhere. I’m just changing I’ll be right back.” 

   Cecily felt her face heat up and she looked down at the comforter before shifting so she was laying down again. “Right. Sorry.” She mumbled, Gabriel stared at her for a second before turning and going to change. It normally took Gabriel ten minutes to get ready for bed but he was back in their room in half that time.

   He crawled into bed next to her and wrapped a strong arm around her middle, gently pulling her body against his. Cecily sighed softly, comforted in a way only a spouse could. Gabriel intertwined their fingers, his thumb running soothing circles on the back of her hand.

   “Why are you afraid of me leaving?” He asked softly, pressing a light kiss to the back of her neck. Cecily closed her eyes, her hand tightening involuntarily around Gabriel’s as if to keep him in place. “I’m not.” She replied dubiously, Gabriel tightened his grip around her waist. “You are, why?” He asked, his mouth leaving sweet kisses over her shoulder. 

   Cecily sighed, embarrassed, and afraid to come off as clingy. She took pride in being the kind of wife who was confident in being left alone. She was still confident, she just missed him horribly when he was gone. “You’ve been gone a lot.” Cecily said quietly, Gabriel’s lips stilled on her shoulder before he pulled away, shifting so that he was half above her, one arm holding him up while the other went to push the hair out of her face.

   Gabriel frowned and Cecily felt instantaneously bad. “Not that that’s a bad thing. I know you have to fight demons and you’re really good obviously which is why they send you on overnight missions which is great Gabriel really, I’m so proud of you.” Cecily hesitated and Gabriel rested his chin on her shoulder, a sign for her to keep going. Cecily averted her eyes and looked at their intertwined fingers instead. 

   “It’s just hard I guess sometimes, having to watch the kids and help Will and Tessa and do patrols while finding someone to watch Alexander.” Her eyes flickered up to Gabriel’s again. “I’m not complaining though, I know what you do is important.” Cecily was about to continue rambling but Gabriel saved her from embarrassing herself further.

   He ran a calming hand through her hair, a troubled look on his face. “Cecily none of that is as important as you, or the kids.” He paused, the troubled look on his face shifting into guilt. “Ceci, I do wish you’d told me earlier, I didn’t realize.” 

   Cecily just shook her head, pulling the hand still holding hers around her waist so that he was holding her again. Gabriel happily obliged. “I’m quite alright Gabriel, don’t worry about it. You’re here now.” Gabriel huffed. “I should have been here the whole time, especially with Alexander.” He sighed and kissed her shoulder again. “No wonder you’re always exhausted by the angle Cecily.” 

   With a sigh and a shake of her head, Cecily turned her head so she could see Gabriel. “If you’re saying I look tired all the time, wow Gabriel thanks.” She said sarcastically, continuing before Gabriel got a chance to deny her words. “And two, as you said, I am exhausted and it would be greatly appreciated if we could finish this tomorrow.” Gabriel hesitated before nodding and shifting back so he was laying on the bed instead of hovering over her body.

   Cecily flipped to her other side so she could bury her face in Gabriel’s chest, his arm went around her tightly, drawing her body impossibly closer. Gabriel placed a soft kiss on her forehead and ran his fingers through her hair. Cecily sighed contentedly as her eyes finally shut, dreams not far off.

   The last thing she thought before sleep claimed her was how safe it felt back in her husband’s arms.

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Sticks and Stones

A/N: Happy Kíli Ktuesday! It’s been too long since I spent some alone time ;) with this sweetheart. This was not meant to be smutty, but alas! He demanded it. Hope you guys enjoy! Thanks for reading!

Thank you to @dreams-of-wander​ for indulging my Kíli love in our long chats and prompting this Iron Hills journey! <3

Pairing: Kíli x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2,338

Warnings/Tags: Rated Explicit, sappy smut, comfort, fluff

Summary: Kíli is welcomed home after a long month away.

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She did not expect Kíli to make love to her tonight.

He’d returned only yesterday from a four week trip to the Iron Hills. It was more than just a family visit. Kíli was sent alone- as alone as he could be with a full entourage behind him- to discuss extra tariffs on traded goods and tolls on the routes between Erebor and the Iron Hills. He and Fíli agreed that the two realms should have a friendlier relationship between their craftsman and merchants. Dain disagreed and, despite being family and a superb leader of his own people, was incredibly stubborn. Ironfoot indeed. Because of prolonged discussions, the planned week long stay warped into two. 

“Then you should have seen the winter storm Mahal threw at us halfway through the journey home,” Kíli had told (Y/N) in their bed the night he’d returned. He only divested details of the trip after two rounds of passionate, bed creaking, linen ruining love making. She wrapped her arms around him as if to warm him from the treacherous gale in his story as he continued.

“You would have loved all the snow, amrâlimê. But it was troublesome- so deep not even the ponies could trudge through it and so heavy no dwarf could clear enough of it to make a hair of headway. The only option was to wait out the storm.” He looked down at her in his arms. “I know you love the snow but I despise it for keeping me from you for so much longer than planned.”

“You’re here now,” she said. “Safe.”

He kissed her. “Safe in your arms, yes.” He relished her laugh as he tucked his head down into her shoulder, playing at the affection he always felt when she held him so close.

The tales and intimacy were expected and welcomed on the night he returned. However, the next night, after weeks of travel, endless early morning council meetings and a late night together, (Y/N) planned to allow Kíli some time and space for some well deserved rest. 

He’d left before dawn that morning for the throne room where he, Fíli, Thorin and his advisors would discuss plans for the upcoming spring. Crucial preparations must be carefully made for the busiest time of the year when market days turned into full weeks, trade blossomed, and the heavier hunting season began. 

(Y/N) knew there was much to do and yet concern coiled in her gut as she watched the setting sun pass by her window. She ate supper alone. That’s what she would tell Kíli, but truthfully, she only nibbled, unable to shift her thoughts from what her love must be doing. Had he any chance to eat today? Or was he too distracted by laws and finances and resources to notice his nauseous stomach rumbling? She set most of her own dinner aside for him in the ice box to eat if he so desired when he returned.

She lit the candles alone. She bathed alone. It was as if Kíli had never returned. 

She did not, however, turn down the bed. Instead she sat on the neatly made furs and caught up on some reading. She would tell Kíli exactly that- she was so invested and distracted by this incredible book that she couldn’t bear to close it and sleep. She would not tell him that she refused to lie in their bed one more night without him, that it was too cold and too lonely. She’d simply wait for him and ignore how weak it all made her feel.

It felt as if hours had passed and she had turned the page of her book just twice. She’d memorized the first sentence of one of the paragraphs after reading it over and over again when she caught her mind wandering. 

She read of birds. She thought of a raven. Raven hair she twisted and tied back every morning, clasping it with a silver courting bead. Stubborn dark locks that fell over eyes like feathers- never blocking, only framing. Rough stubble that scratched her cheeks and fingertips. Curls that traveled over porcelain skin and peeked around clothes and tickled her nose. 

She read about castles. She thought of protection. A sharp mind and strong body that fought to keep its people safe from any threat in or outside of the realm’s borders. Broad chest and tapered back that held a bow string taught with enough resistance to speed straight through a warg’s skull. Arms that surrounded her, holding his body just above hers for long hours of the night and into the morning.

It was when she read about music that she closed her book, but the thoughts crept through the cracks in her worn shield and attacked her heart and pulled at her core. Belly laughs that shook his entire body, morning growls about early meetings that could rival a grizzly’s, soft hums and content sighs that celebrated her name.

She rolled off the bed in defeat and replaced the book on the shelf. 

“What are you doing awake?”

Kíli was standing in the doorway. He’d had a silent entrance, careful not to wake his love, but the effort was all for nothing. She wasn’t asleep.

“I was just going to bed,” she said, extinguishing some of the candles. “I was reading.” She watched him fold his robes over the chair by his desk and kick his boots to the side. He crossed the floor to her like a sweet predator. 

“And what have you been reading?” he asked. His cheek met hers, warmly scratching, and his arms wrapped around her waist. He kissed her neck as she spoke.

“I could have been reading the story of your life with how often my thoughts strayed to you.”

The cool tip of his nose drew a well worn trail up to her ear. “And my council notes could have had your portrait drawn on them with how often I dreamed of your lips. And your cheeks, your nose, your eyes.” He landed light pecks on every feature as he said the words. “I could think of nothing else.”

“Kíli-” Her admonishing faltered when his hands fell to her bottom. She drew away, taking his face in her hands. “You look exhausted, my love.”

“Thank you. And you look absolutely gorgeous.” 

“That’s not what I meant and you know it.”

“Do I?” he asked between kisses. “Because I’ve taken offence. And now you must find a way to seek forgiveness.”

“Kíli-”

“I have a few ideas if you’re lacking.”

She pushed at his chest. “Sit on the bed, you insatiable heathen.”

He gave her a short laugh, though she longed to hear more from him. “Throwing more sticks and stones. Is this how you beg for forgiveness?” He took off his trousers with no further suggestion from her and settled on the bed where she herself was sitting only moments ago, longing for exactly this.

“A lady never begs.” She shed her winter robe, leaving only her soft, thin nightgown to somewhat cover her.

He watched her crawl across the furs to him. “Oh, how easily you forget your words from just last night. ‘Please, Kíli, please, m-’ ”

She kissed him if only to shut him up. Kíli pulled her into his lap, draping her legs over either side of him while his rough fingertips caught on the gown around her hips. She immediately discarded his tunic, leaving him completely bare under her, but Kíli took his time with her covering. 

For a few moments, he enjoyed the thin wall between his thumbs and her peaked nipples, the barely there curtain between her skin and his. He could feel her warmth even through the gown. The thought that he could take it off whenever he wanted was a satisfying thrill until she shifted and the hem tickled and teased his full erection. It made him twitch and it was then that he noticed her lack of underclothes and abundance of arousal. 

He growled her name, bunching the fabric in his fists. He whipped the barrier between them away and even before his hands could return to her, his cock was completely sheathed inside her.

She kissed him through his moan before gently pushing him down to lay back in the pillows. “Relax, my love.”

He fought her. “Amrâlimê, do not make the mistake in thinking I am ever too tired for you.”

“Am I not allowed to admire my own heathen while I make love to him?” She led him down again, this time leaving marks with her lips and teeth along his jaw, neck, and chest. At this new angle, she was able to pay special attention to the tip of Kíli’s length. She teased him the way she knew he loved best: only allowing his soft, wide head in and out of her folds as she kissed, touched, and caressed every inch of the dwarf she cherished.

Kíli, though he savored the attention, the feeling of being treasured, could not take this teasing for long. He thrust up into her, desperate for more, and who was she to deny him? She sat back on him, taking him as deeply as she could, curling her hands into his belly at the sensation. So full. 

But it was Kíli’s expression of desire that sent bolts of arousal through her. This was the face she’d dreamed of all the weeks he was in the Iron Hills. Eyes like pools of ink on the pages of her books. Ravens, castles, and music all before her, right at her fingertips. She stared. Watched as she moved on him and felt his hands reach and tease and knead and caress. Though she set out to be the lover tonight, Kíli always managed to make her feel adored.

His ministrations led her to the edge and neatly pushed her over it. He sat up before her- closer- and she clung to him, using every ounce of strength and determination to continue moving on him. Her walls strangled his cock and her kiss took his breath, but it was her emotion that led him to the highest of peaks. His body contracted and shivered, but he managed to lift her from his length and wrap her hand around his throbbing member.

“Please, amrâlimê, make me come,” he ground out.

She stained his neck with her mark and whispered words of praise and encouragement as she stroked him to completion. Even with her forehead pressed to his skin, she watched his claim on her spatter over her hand and both their bodies. She tenderly wrung him dry and kissed his skin as he glued his body to hers and trusted her to keep him upright. Heavily lidded eyes watched her lick her fingers clean.

“Amrâlimê,” he said, breathless.

“Yes, my love?”

“I forgive you your name calling.”

“Good.” She moved off the bed, ignoring his grabbing and slipping hands. Her legs were wobbly and her knees sore and tired. She chuckled at herself, waving away Kíli’s concerned noise.

“Where are you going?” he asked.

“Do not move,” she said, swiping more come off her belly. “I won’t have those furs ruined all because I couldn’t turn the bed down. Stop moving!”

“Wha- (Y/N), it is not your job to clean up my mess.”

She left anyway, ducking into the washroom to dunk a cloth into the basin. “The mess that I made, thank you very much.”

She heard him laugh. “Yes.”

As she crossed the cool floor of the chambers, the patter of her feet cued Kíli to open his eyes. They barely obeyed him and drooped like an old hound’s. Now that she wasn’t distracted by the desire there, she noticed the dark circles just above his cheeks. Since she and Kíli began their courting, she’d learned to dread the coming of spring. This was the time of year Kíli’s sense of duty came before any inkling of self care. 

She reached for him, but his hand stopped the cloth from touching his skin. Before he could say anything, she cursed him. “Will you just sit there and let me do this for you? You’re so exhausted you look like the undead. You look like Thorin.”

His eyes blew wide and looked more like they actually belonged to him. “How dare you?” 

“It’s true!” she laughed. “And these days you’re getting more and more like him, you stubborn thing!” She pinned his hands down the best she could and swiped away the stickiness. When she was done, Kíli threw the cloth in the general direction of the washroom and pulled her body over his and onto the bed in a flourish.

“Good gracious, amrâlimê! As soon as you clear the slate, you insult me again. How will you make it up to me this time?”

“I will think.”

“It better be good.” He kissed her.

“Well, it will only happen after you get some rest and I’m much too lazy to turn the bed down now, so you’d better get used to sleeping on furs.”

“Good thing you kept them clean, then,” Kíli said, pulling one of the heavier blankets over them both and taking (Y/N) in his arms again. “I was surprised to see you hadn’t climbed in bed yet. I know how you enjoy reading under the covers when it’s cold like this.”

She hummed.

“Why didn’t you?”

She deflated, feeling as pitiful as she did when Kíli first went away and left her in their bed alone. “You weren’t here.”

Under her head, she felt his chest freeze as his breath caught. Then he rolled over her and ran his fingertips down her cheek. “Have I told you today how much I love you?”

She made a show of a sigh. “Yes. But it’s been hours since.”

He kissed her. “I love you very much, amrâlimê. Name calling and all.”

“And I love you very much, you stubborn, insatiable heathen.”

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Some mountains and a dog part 5

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“Well,” Jaskier started as he put down his lute case next to the bed, “I’ve got to say that I wasn’t expecting that when I asked you to go for a trip to the mountains.”

He turned around to look at Geralt, who was clenching his bag in his arms as if he didn’t know what to do. It was an endearing sight, at least in Jaskier’s opinion.

“What do you think? Violet and Lila are very nice, and I do believe that Roach is having the time of her life. And yeah, sure,” he babbled as he made his way towards the table in their room on which Violet had set a bucket full of water, “you did end up with a contract while all I wanted was you to take a break, but, overall, it’s nice here.”

He shed off his doublet, putting his hand in the bucket to test the water temperature. It was cold, and he made a face, but he needed to at least wash his face before playing tonight. The dust of the road had stuck to his cheeks and he wanted to get rid of the feeling of dryness it gave him.

He heard a ‘thunk’ behind him: Geralt had put his bag down. He glanced back, only to find that Geralt was walking closer to him. The witcher wordlessly cast Igni to heat the water, then turned back to his bag, searching for a shirt cleaner than the one he was currently wearing. Jaskier felt his heart melt in gratitude.

“Thank you, darling,” he whispered before proceeding to wash his face. Geralt tapped on his shoulder, and Jaskier blindly reached out to him to take the soap that he knew Geralt was offering. Soap in hand, he heard that Geralt had started to unpack their bags.

“It’s… nice,” Geralt agreed after a while. “I didn’t think that – well, I didn’t think you did all of this for a specific reason. That you wanted me to- take a break. I thought you just wanted to see some mountains.”

Then it meant that Geralt had agreed to come just because he thought that Jaskier wanted to, and it made Jaskier’s heart ache with how much he loved his friend, always ready to please, always acting selflessly – so selflessly that it sometimes was worrying.

He straightened up, drops of water falling on the ground, and when he turned around to grab a towel, he found that Geralt was already handing him one. It was a white towel, with a small “L” embroidered on it, and Jaskier had no doubt that it was Violet that had made it for her wife. A bit like the dandelions on his cloak, when he thought about it.

Shaking his head to make the stupid thoughts go away, Jaskier went to his bag to find a nice doublet for the evening; one that would keep him warm, but not too much, and would feel comfortable while still being pretty.

Geralt was sitting on the bed, taking care of his leather boots. The dust from the road made them look more gray than black, and he was currently using an old shirt to clean them, the smell of the leather polish he used perfuming the room. He did that when he needed to think, Jaskier had noticed over the years, so he was careful not to disturb him while still mulling over what he could reply to what Geralt had said.

Alas, “dear heart, you looked exhausted and you deserve the world, and life is more than just being a witcher or a father, and I wanted you to take a break to be able to watch your smile as the burden that has been put on your shoulders when you were six years old finally lifted for a while” wouldn’t do.

He sat next to Geralt, wanting to put his head on the other man’s shoulder but knowing that it would not be comfortable, if only because Geralt was still taking care of his boots and thus moving his arm.

Jaskier sighed, and Geralt glanced at him.

“I saw you trying to not put weight on your left leg,” he said quietly, eyes back on his boot which he was now rubbing to make it shine. “Your knee is still hurting you.”

It was said so matter-of-factly that Jaskier had to laugh – Geralt *knew* he was right, the little shit.

“You should apply more salve on it,” Geralt carried on, and Jaskier recognized the suggestion for what it was, a way for Geralt to tell him that he was worried.

“Don’t you worry, dear,” Jaskier sighed as he let himself fall back on the bed, his head and back hitting the soft wool covers, “it barely hurts now. I’ll still put salve on it after singing tonight, when we’ll be back to our room.”

His friend hummed, pleased – but whether it was because his boots were now clean and shining or because Jaskier had agreed to take care of himself, he didn’t know.

“Well, my dear Geralt, I think it’s time for us to go downstairs, what do you think?”

***

“I’m exhausted.”

“Maybe if you hadn’t insisted on dancing while playing and singing, it wouldn’t have happened.”

“How dare you,” Jaskier started while putting his lute down, “I’ll let you know that I saw you smiling, dear heart, so you don’t get to say anything.”

“Hmm,” Geralt smiled, and Jaskier knew he had lost the argument – how could he go on, when Geralt was smiling like that?

“Anyway,” he said, “let’s go to bed, darling.”

He quickly prepared himself to go to bed, packing his lute in its case and putting it near their bags, careful not to make it fall over.

Despite his state of exhaustion, Jaskier found that he didn’t want to go to sleep, not yet. Tomorrow would bring new responsibilities, more for Geralt than for him, and he wanted to enjoy the night, when they were safe and both alive. He didn’t doubt Geralt’s capacities, but the witcher was about to go and search for a beast about which they knew nothing, so sue him for being worried.

No, right now they were safe, and they could do whatever they wanted. Jaskier liked the evenings when they were alone, just the both of them, because he got to enjoy his friend’s presence without being disturbed. Violet and Lila were nice, but being alone with Geralt, right now, was the height of his evening.

Now, to make it last.

“Darling,” Jaskier started after fishing the book from his bag, “what if I continued to read the adventures of Elizabeth and Darcy?”

“I thought you were exhausted,” Geralt replied as he sat on the bed.

“I- still feel like reading, though, and I want to know what happens next.”

“You told me you had to read it during your time at Oxenfurt.”

Of course Geralt remembered.

“It’s still nice to read it,” Jaskier said as he let himself fall on the bed, giggling when he bounced on it. “Now, move over and let me read to you.”

“You didn’t put the salve on your knee.”

“Are you being difficult on purpose, dear?”

The malicious look in Geralt’s eyes was answer enough.

“Ugh, fine”, Jaskier sighed, putting on a show of getting up to go search for the salve, then applying it. “Happy?”

“Hmm.”

“Alright, you idiot, let me read now. Where were we?”

“Chapter nine,” Geralt helpfully replied, golden eyes watching Jaskier as he slid under the covers.

“Ah, yes, perfect, thank you dear.”

He tried to read the first sentence, but found that he could not, and stayed silent for a few seconds.

“You’ll be careful, tomorrow, right?” he ended up whispering, eyes still on the book, not daring to look at Geralt. “I always worry when you’re out on a hunt, and you don’t even know what you’ll be facing, and-.”

He fell silent.

“I will be,” Geralt replied, and Jaskier shouldn’t have understood it as a promise but still did. He knew Geralt couldn’t control it, but sometimes a sweet lie was better than a bitter truth, and Jaskier did prefer the caress of honey over the bite of dandelions. 

“Alright then,”, he said, voice only a little bit strangled, “let’s go on.”

He started to read again, feeling the warmth of Geralt next to him, their shoulders pressed together, Geralt’s eyes almost closed. Here, in the silence of the night only broken by his voice, Jaskier could almost convince himself that the moment would never end.

[sheerfreesia007]

Scaredy Cats

Title: Scaredy Cats

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Author: @sheerfreesia007​​

Words: 1,974

Warnings: Fluff, Cursing (I checked it but I couldn’t find any but I’m exhausted right now so I’m just gonna put this here as a catch all. Y’all should know by now that I curse.)

Permanent Tag List: @paintballkid711​, @fioccodineveautunnale​, @phoenixhalliwell​, @synystersilenceinblacknwhite​

Teen Wolf Tag List: @linkpk88​, @pure-ghost​, @awkwardnesshabitat​

Author Notes: This was super cute to write and I had originally planned it going a different way but alas, my mind has been uncooperative lately so it went a totally different way. But I love it! I hope you enjoy! Feedback is always appreciated.

Gif Credit: Google

It was finally Halloween and you were excited for the Halloween party that Lydia was throwing for the pack. It was Friday night and you were excited to let loose with your friends. Beacon Hills had been relatively safe for the month of October and the pack had been able to relax a little bit, so of course Lydia had decided that a party was in store.

         You had volunteered to drive her up to the lake house ahead of everyone else to be able to help her set up for the party. On the way there the two of you had stopped at a store to pick up even more Halloween decorations than what she had at the lake house. That’s where the two of you were now roaming the aisles of the holiday section of the store as you peruse their selection of decorations.

         “So I’m thinking maybe these little ghost lights to hang in the front windows.” Lydia said as she picked up two boxes of ghost lights and set them in the cart that you were pushing around.

         “Oooohhh, I’ll get this and we can make that bubbling witches brew drink for the pack.” you said excitedly as you held up a black plastic cauldron meant to hold punch.

         “That’s a great idea!” Lydia said as she moved to walk next to you as the two of you continued to shop. “You think they’d all want to do party games or just hang out?” she asked curiously.

         “I think Isaac said that they were planning on bringing horror movies for us all to watch.” you said with a grimace on your face. Lydia looked over at you with a sympathetic look. You shrugged before continuing. “They did a vote and the majority was for the horror movies.” 

         “Well I voted no.” she said as she shook her head and you grinned over at her before leaning into her side.

         “I know you, me and Stiles voted no.” you said softly. “Though I’m surprised you voted no, you normally don’t have an issue with the horror movies.” you said as you looked over at her, her only response being a shrug of her shoulders. The two of you continued walking down the aisle and browsing whatever else decoration you could pick up for the lake house.

         “You know maybe we could use this to your advantage.” she said slyly as she held up a creepy old looking lantern before placing it back on the shelf. You tilted your head curiously as you placed a package of fake spider webs in the cart.

         “What do you mean?” you asked, distracted as you shopped. You didn’t see Lydia look over and smile widely at you.

         “I mean with your little crush.” she teased and you choked on air before turning around to glare at her. That’s why she voted no, she didn’t want to single you and Stiles out.

         “You said you wouldn’t talk about it.” you hissed quietly as your eyes darted around the aisle. Thankfully only the two of you were there.

         “I said I wouldn’t talk about it around any of the pack.” Lydia reminded you as she flung her arms out from her body to indicate there were no pack members around. You sighed softly and nodded at her to continue. “You should sit next to Stiles and whenever a scary part comes on you can inch closer and closer to him.” You laughed softly at her advice and shook your head.

         “Lyds, he doesn’t see me that way and he’d probably be just as scared as me during the movie. I’d have to protect him.” you said shaking your head. Lydia looked contemplative for a minute before nodding her head.

         “You’re right you’d be the knight in shining armor and he’d be the damsel.” she said giggling brightly. “That’d be a sight to see.” You both laughed happily imaging Stiles as a princess and you as a knight while you checked out at the register.

           It was hours later when you and Lydia were just finishing up setting out the snacks for the halloween party. The pack was due to arrive soon and the two of you had managed to get up all the decorations that you bought to make the room look festive. You were standing in the large kitchen filling the cauldron with the smoky punch you had made when you heard the rest of the pack arrive. Looking up you smiled brightly when Kira squealed and rushed over to you giving you a warm tight hug. Malia was next as she sauntered into the room with a slight scowl on her face.

         “I don’t like halloween.” she said testily and you smiled as you wrapped your arms around her.

         “Well you’ll enjoy the horror movies at least. It’s all blood and gore and scary things.” you told her as you pulled away and saw her grin.

         “Yeah Isaac said that he picked out the really scary ones for us to watch.” she said happily. You laughed along with Kira as you shook your head. Your eyes darted over to the doorway when you heard a commotion and saw Stiles and Scott bringing in bags filled with the take out that you had all decided to order. 

         Scott sent you a grin and a nod while Stiles walked over to wrap you in a warm hug. You felt your body begin to melt against him as you returned the hug. It was always like this with Stiles, so easy and familiar. And he was always giving out hugs. You had once told Lydia that hugs from Stiles were the best because it seemed as if his whole body curved around you keeping you in a warm protective little bubble.

         “Wanna be my movie buddy tonight?” he asked softly into your ear making you shiver. You looked up at him with a raised eyebrow. “I mean, so that we can get through this together. You know everyone else is alright with the scary movies.” He tried to explain as you kept looking at him. A soft smile then fell onto your lips.

         “What about Lydia?” you asked him and he looked down at you confused.

         “What about her?” he asked in his confusion.

         “She voted no on the movies too. Why don’t you be her movie buddy?” you asked a little unsure of yourself. You wanted to be his movie buddy but he had had a crush on Lydia for years and you didn’t want to be his second choice if Lydia had already told him no.

         “Lydia only voted no because she didn’t want to go with the rest of the pack. You know she doesn't’ have a problem with scary movies.” he answered easily. “Besides she’d pick on me if I got scared next to her. You don’t make fun of me, at least not too much.” You laughed brightly at his words and smirked over at him.

         “I can’t help it when you make it too easy.” you teased him and he grinned down at you before nudging your hip with his.

         “Yeah well, what do you say? Suffer through the movies together with me?” he asked softly. You grinned up at him and nodded your head.

         “I’d be delighted to.” you answered. Neither one of you noticed the six pairs of eyes watching you both with a knowing look in them.

           You couldn’t see anything but you could hear all of it. All of the screaming and the squelching noises of death. The body that was tightly wrapped around you in fear kept jerking whenever a new sound would resonate from the speakers of the tv.

         “Don’t look, it sounds horrible.” Stiles muttered into your ear as he tugged you tighter against him while he buried his face in your neck and hair. The two of you had commandeered the love seat in the living room as your own stating that no one would want to sit with the two scaredy cats of the group anyway since there’d be a lot of flying limbs. Shifting against him you curled further into his chest as his longer legs lay on either side of you on the sofa. Stiles had his back to the armrest of the sofa and had easily placed you in between his open legs when he had sat down. You had at first been shocked and embarrassed but when Lydia, Kira and Malia had each sent you a knowing look you had known your face was heated for a completely different reason. Thankfully none of the boys had looked at you or you’d probably be even more embarrassed.

         “Geeze Stiles why don’t you let the poor girl breathe.” Liam said teasingly and you peeked over Stiles’ arm that was wrapped tightly around you. He was grinning over at the two of you from his spot on the floor next to Malia. 

         “Yeah it looks like you’re trying to smother her.” Malia said with a wink shot your way and you huffed softly at her. You felt Stiles’ arms loosen around you and you got a full look at the tv screen in front of you. Blood, gore and death was depicted as the killer came at one of the victims with a large blade.

         “Nope, nope, nope.” you said quickly and completely turned into Stiles’ body so that your face was now pressed into his neck so you didn’t have to watch the movie. Stiles chuckled softly and wrapped his arms around you again.

         “You okay?” he asked softly into your ear as you got situated comfortably against him.

         “Don’t listen to the newbs on the floor.” you said adamantly and felt Stiles’ chuckle vibrate against you.

         “Noted.” he responded and you easily fell into a lulled state of content as the movie continued playing.

           You slowly felt yourself coming up from your deep sleep when you heard whispered hurried voices around you.

         “You think we should wake them?” came a soft voice that you knew was Kira.

         “They look so cute together. You’d think he’d finally make a move on her.” Lydia said softly and you heard the shutter click of a photo being taken.

         “He doesn’t get it that she’s into him too.” Scott responded. “He’s cautious, doesn’t want to get his heart broken.”

         “Well then maybe I’ll make a move, I think she’s cute.” Liam said brightly and suddenly you felt Stiles move from underneath you. You had obviously fallen asleep on the boy and he hadn’t moved you an inch, probably too comfortable himself as body heat the two of you had created was quickly lulling you back into a sleepy daze.

         “You even try to and I’ll bury you in wolfbane where no one will find you.” Stiles threatened sleepily and you shifted against him when you heard the raspiness of his voice. The pack all waited as you pretended to fall back asleep on him before the pack laughed softly at his words.

         “You wanna head up to bed or stay here with her?” Scott asked Stiles softly.

         “Stay here. If she wakes up I’ll help her up to bed.” Stiles responded and you felt your heart begin to pick up in your chest. You heard the movements of the pack as they all left to head up to bed and you shifted against Stiles again. “How much of that did you hear?” he asked softly and you grinned as you nuzzled against his neck feeling him shiver against you.

         “Make a move on me Stilinski.” you whispered in his ear and heard his sharp intake of breath. When you pulled away to blink dreamily up him he cupped your face and pulled you into a soft sweet kiss.

         “Gladly.” he responded after pulling away.

[alienoresimagines]

All I Want | AndyEddie

Or the four times Andy wanted to kiss Eddie and the one time he acted on it

A/N : Happy birthday @blenalela​!! I’m so grateful that I got to speak to you, I love you so much Psychic💞🥰 I hope you have an awesome day, I wish you all the love! This is my gift to you, although it isn’t as fluffy as I would’ve liked to😂The absolute best to you, you deserve it (we still have to do something for our boi, Kagari Shuusei!!😉)

Also please forgive how bad this is, I wrote most of it on a sugar rush at 2 a.m and haven’t read a word of it ever since.🤣😘

Taglist : @murphyism @mavysnavy @speirs-sexy-ass @order-of-river-phoenix @inglourious-imagines @liebegott​ @tvserie-s-world @stressedinadress​ @warrior-healer​

Posted : 31/12/2020

Masterlist Taglist Prompts 

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1. The music was loud in his ears, a welcome distraction from the shells in his head. The young Australian girl's hand in his as they were dancing felt softer from his gun. But Andy couldn't focus entirely on her, despite her apparent beauty. The drinks he'd had earlier made him loosen up, enough to ask her for a dance as he noticed her alone at the bar but certainly not enough to make a fool of himself like some of his men were. Not that it mattered anyway, Andy could and would let it pass for tonight. He never was one to spoil their fun when they so obviously needed and deserved it. But still, his fingers ached for the familiar touch of the cold trigger against them. For something he could control, something he was familiar and good with. His collar was strangely tight, the light of the pub too bright for his hazy mind but he still found it in him to bow respectfully his goodbyes to the girl without puking all over her shoes. He saw her pink lips move, pearly white tooth displaying in a charming smile but her voice was lost in the constant buzzing his brain was making. Smiling politely, he left her to walk to the bar, sitting on one of the tools and gesturing to the barman for another drink. Maybe the cold glass could trick his mind into thinking he had an ounce of control again. As the liquid poured into the glass, Andy felt more than he saw another man sitting on the tool next to him, the uniform making his stomach twist painfully. 

"Not one for dancing, Skip?" The south accent reminded him of something, the voice at the back of his mind whispering that he knew that man. Turning his upper body to face the other man, Andy's mouth twitched as he recognized the tanned skin and curly brown licks. His newly assigned First Lieutenant. He must have had a few drinks of his own, or that was what the bright smile on the lieutenant's face told him. Andy didn't quite know the man yet but he certainly did know the officer and he didn't seem like the type to go see the first girl he could lay eyes on. He thought about greeting the man with his rank before he decided otherwise. This night wasn't about the fallen of tomorrow nor was it about masks. 

"For someone's toes pleasure.", he joked, raising his glass in the man's direction. "I'm surprised you're not though, you didn't strike me as the sidelined kind of guy. Or is the room too cold, Eddie?" Said man chuckled, shaking his head with a charming smile parting his lips. 

"Didn't find the right partner yet." Eddie was gazing down at his drink, a thoughtful look on his face. 

"Quite the romantic, are you?" Andy teased gently, nudging Eddie's side whose only answer was to raise his glass in Andy's direction like the latter did only a few moments ago before he said : 

"One has to be." Andy grinned as the man downed his drink. 

And if his eyes lingered to Eddie's lips as they curved back into a smile, well he blamed the alcohol he had already consumed.

2. The raindrops against the tents were falling so rhythmically that Andy felt like he was going crazy. The same things happened again and again. Japanese attack. Getting control of the situation. Taking care of the damages caused. Planning patrols. Sending men too broken to even understand why they're in the medical tent. Eat whatever the cooks gave them, too tired to try and find out what exactly he was eating. Paperwork. Sleep if there was enough time and not enough paperwork for Eddie to let him up another full night. Then again and again. But the rain never stopped. When the rain would stop, Andy would believe the end of the world had come. Or the beginning of Apocalypse. Whichever seems better at the time. Right now, with Eddie softly picking at his beloved guitar's chords, the captain couldn't care less. If he was accompanied by Eddie and his guitar, wherever he fell would be Heaven. Even if the rain and suffering never stopped, blurring the words in front of him, making his report nearly unreadable despite having started writing it mere thirty minutes ago. Andy sighed through his nose, rubbing his eyes that stung from lack of sleep to realize that his headache had passed. Closing his eyes as Eddie started to hum mindlessly, he laid back as much as the uncomfortable army chair would let him. 

"Would you play something for me?" The soft melody stopped, rain completely fulfilling the air. There was no "What would you like?" or anything of the sort. They both knew perfectly that whatever Eddie played would be more than enough. They also knew that anything and everything Eddie played was already heavy with the thought of Andy. But still. Eddie started playing again, an unknown melody mixing with the rain like blood in water. Opening his eyes while his shoulders relaxed, he peered at Eddie, sitting on the edge of his bunk. The candle light made his face look softer, the wavering of the flame dancing on his cheeks as his lips were pressed together like they always were when he was focused. A sudden urge of reaching out and burying his hands in Eddie's hair overcame his rational thoughts for a brief instant, almost making him choke at how painfully strong it was. 

And if Eddie was aware of his internal fight, well he showed no sign of it and continued playing.

3. It turned out that the end of the rain did not mean the end of the world or the beginning of Apocalypse. It meant the end of his nostrils and sense of smell. Andy didn't know what was worse : the fact that the smell of rotten coconuts was everywhere, even on their uniforms, or the fact that he was getting used to it. The constant twist in his stomach never weakened though. Nor did the aching in his heart, tearing him apart every waking second. Strangely enough, given that he was partly responsible for it, Eddie helped for the last part. Seeing him, talking to him soothed any pain Andy could've felt like an ointment. But paperwork alas didn't have such an effect. In fact, Andy felt like he was drowning, writing the same words over and over again. He had seen so many names pass on his desk that he had started to mix them up. Exhaustion had settled in his bones, making every limbs heavier. And yet, his heart was so light whenever he was with Eddie in the privacy of his tent. As if he was summoned, the flap of his tent opened to let his first lieutenant in, the noise of the camp louder until he closed the flap behind them. Andy greeted him with a nod and a small smile, already forgetting about the heaviness of his eyelids. Eddie sat on the edge of his bunk like he did countless times before, blue eyes quietly watching as Andy muffled a yawn which looked like it could have broken his jaw. No words were spoken for a long time, a comfortable silence taking over them until Andy yawned again, eyes tearing up slightly. Warm and calloused fingers wrapped around his right wrist, taking the pen from his hand as Andy could feel the warmth radiating from Eddie like a blanket draped on his shoulders. 

"Take some rest, I'll finish this for you." It was barely a whisper, as if Eddie himself was scared to break the silence surrounding them. Andy probably should protest, it wasn't Eddie's job to sign letters or fulfill reports but his tongue wouldn't cooperate as his eyes immediately closed as soon as his head hit the pillow of his bunk. Perhaps he managed to mumble a thanks, he wasn't sure as his tired mind replayed the soft press of lips on his forehead. He mustn't have been dreaming because he remembered wanting to reach out and ask Eddie to lay down with him before he fell asleep. 

And if Andy desperately wanted to feel those lips on his skin again, well he really couldn't be blamed.

4. Andrew remembered his godfather. The man used to tell him stories about his time in the war, which grew heavier as the date of Andy's shipping came closer. Once he had taken him apart after dinner, Andy remembered it for being the last time to date eating his mother's apple pie, and asked him to go for a walk. 

"You're an officer, Andy. You'll have to make decisions that'll set the fate of young men. They'll decide your fate. But any decision you make, you are not the one taking it. Let the officer they trained do his job. Make a difference." he had told him before going back to the house Andy didn't think he had completely followed that advice, never really able to detach himself. But that was definitely the only thing that kept him upright that day, when even Gunny broke down. Seeing Eddie on one of the stretchers was like having his whole life played in front of him to have it crushed. On the inside, Andy crumbled, wanting nothing more than to run to Eddie's side and brush his sweaty curls away from his forehead, to reassure him that it'd be okay, although the man was already unconscious. However, he still had men to lead, men who were looking at him with terror in their eyes as if they'd just seen an immortal die. Andy tried not to think about how close from reality it was, instead tossing his feelings aside and tightening his grip on his rifle. The buzzing in his ears made it hard to focus on reciting the prologue of one of his manuals they gave him at the officer school but he managed, cursing the picture of a bloody and pale and lifeless Eddie out of his eyelids. 

And if his voice wavered and his eyes got wet, well his godfather didn't have to know.

+1. This was familiar. The warmth of Eddie's shoulder from where it was connected with his own, smoke leaving the curly haired man's mouth as he exhaled. Before, Andy would have scowled disapprovingly at the white stick but now it comforted him in a way that could only be associated with Eddie. 

The feeling that accompanied having a full, warm, tasty dinner was foreign though. So was the happy babbling of children in the background. Eddie's siblings. Their eyes still shone with innocence and laughter, and not for the first time since he went to Virginia to escape the suffocating crowds and noises of Boston, Andy thought that it had been worth it. Every second. 

If he could go back and start it all over again, go through all the suffering and sorrow he endured, to be sure to have whatever it is that Eddie and him shared, he'd do it in a heartbeat. 

"You're thinkin' again." It wasn't a question. No, it was a statement, a drawl of a voice more used to shout orders above flying bullets than to over emotional confessions. Yet he managed lullabies, Andy heard from joyful kids. 

"It's my job." He replied with a breathy chuckle. 

"Not anymore." There wasn't anything that could have been considered rude in Eddie's tone, for he always was and always will be  a gentleman. But there was a softness in his voice, smoothing its rough edges so it could carry away Andy's doubts, leaving on its trail a feather light touched. 

Andy looked down on his joined hands; elbows resting on his knees and sleeves rolled up. It was true. He wasn't an army captain anymore. He was Andy, although he had a feeling that for some boys he'd always be Ack Ack or Skip. He didn't mind. 

"So what am I supposed to do?" He didn't expect an answer but as Eddie exhaled a new cloud of smoke and opened his mouth to speak, Andy couldn't say he was surprised.

"Whatever you want." A small smile tugged at his lips as Andy pondered, his knee slightly touching Eddie's. 

What did he want? His blue eyes wavered to Eddie's thin lips, brows furrowed a tiniest bit as he thought about the past 3 years.

But could he have it? Looking up, he found Eddie's own blue eyes already locked with his, an ocean of soft understanding and sweet devotion. 

And if their first kiss was far from perfect with too much teeth because of how wide they were both smiling , well they still had a lifetime before them to practice.

[somanylivestochoose]

Healing Loss

Wanted to try my hand at a Eomer X Lothiriel Meet

Chapter 1: Passing Corridors 

Lothíriel

I felt exhausted for I have not slept since Mordor’s army first arrived at Minas Tirith. That fear chocked the air and I focused on ensuring the House of Healing was set up for those who needed help.  

I had seen the army that was sent to destroy the world of men, the chance of survival was none. But alas the men of Rohan had come and saved us, along with our crowned king.

King.

My lips pulled into a smile at the thought. I had grown up hearing about Gondor’s heir and now he has come to regain his thrown. My body shuttered remembering my uncle Denethor, one death I do not morn.

Who I do mourn for is the hundreds of men, women and children who have been slain.

But as of right now I don’t have time to mourn, as a lead healer in the House of Healing my duty is to try to save those who still draw breath. We have thousands to tend to from the Battle of Pelennor and now we also have the men who have just arrived from the battle of the Black Gate.

There are limbs that are broken, limbs cut off, limbs needing to be cut off, stitches to be sewn…

Turning a corner too quickly I slam into someone, their hands quickly moving to my arms keeping me from falling to the floor.

A quick glance at his armor told me he was a rider from Rohan.

“My apologies, I was not watching where I was going.” The man said, my eyes moving to his face.

His blond hair and dirt covered face made it near impossible to see him. Yet even despite the signs of war on him, I couldn’t help the thought that he was one of the most attractive men I have seen. The strength in his shoulders and brightness of his blue eyes. I tried to look at his armor to see his station in the Rohirrim but it was near impossible with the blood and dirt from battle.

Realizing I haven’t said anything I waved my hand to dismiss his apology. “It was my fault, I shouldn’t have been running. Are you looking for your fellow countryman?” He gave a nod, his face tight with stress and pain. “They are in the other wing, we are keeping them together for comradery and access for your new king.”

Something flashed across his face but he was quick to hide it. Mentally I cursed myself, they had lost their king a few days ago and I had casually mentioned their new king. A painful memory of the loss they have suffered.

He cleared his throat. “Do you know how they are?”

It was my turn to nod. My hands wiping themselves on a rag I had dangling from my dress. “They are doing well, I have heard the strength of Rohan and now I see it your countryman. They were losses but we have been able to save many. Many will be able to go home when your Lord Éomer goes back but some will have a long recovery.”

The man gave a breath of relief, his shoulder’s sagging slightly.

Noticing blood coming from his neck my hands went up pulling his tunic showing me a bandage wrapped around his neck soaked with blood.

He flinched pulling himself away from my touch. “I’m fine.”

I rolled my eyes, I’ll never get over soldiers who think that any wound is not important.

“Sit, I can have it cleaned and stitched quickly.” I motioned to another healer for a bowl of hot water.

He shook his head and I pushed him not so gently onto a bench, the man giving a reluctant sigh once his body took a rest. “I’m sure you have more important patients, you were running.”

He didn’t fight me as I took off the bandage getting a better look at his wound, the bandage making a light thump from the blood when it dropped on the table. Lightly, I pulled his tunic away from the wound giving me better access. It wasn’t too deep, but went the entire length of his neck most likely from a spear.

“You’re now my patient.” My handmaid and fellow healer Gylious dropped off a warm bowl with herbs already steeped in it. I pulled out a clean bandage from my pouch to dip into the water.

The tall man in front of me leaned back against the wall watching me carefully. “If you don’t have a patient why were you running.”

Biting my lip, I took the wet cloth and slowly began to clean his wound, taking away the blood and dirt. “I was coming back from a surgery, didn’t go well.”  His head tilted while I continued cleaning the wound, his eyes asking to know what happened. No, they weren’t asking, they were demanding me to tell. “Small child, attacked by a warg during the battle he had low chances of surviving but it doesn’t make it any easier.”

A moment of silence went between us, the grief of war is a heavy feeling. The cloth and once clean water bowl now turned red from blood I had cleaned off him. The silence allowed the losses of war to  begin to strangle me.

“What’s Rohan like?” I needed the sound of conversation, a break from the screaming of men and women and of the fight to keep them in the land of living. And this attractive man could give me it. “I hear the land of the horse lords is a sea of grass for miles and the fields are filled with the world’s strongest and fairest horses.”

The questions worked as a soft smile crossed his face lifting his blue eyes that reminded me of the oceans around Dol Amroth.

“Rohan has fields of grass that stretch as far at the eye can see, Ederas gleams on top of mountain acting like a beacon when you ride home. There is no greater sight then the golden hall of the Meduseld beckoning you home. The land makes you free and the mountains protected.” He replied relaxed thinking about his home.

Picking up a needle and thread I quickly disinfect and line it up to the wound. “And the famous horses of the horse lords?”

He didn’t flitch when the needle went through, the thread pulling his skin together to close the skin. “They are strong, true beasts of grace and power. Our horses are descendants of the Maeras they take after their strength and grace, though the true blooded Maeras run wild in Rohan.”

I couldn’t help my curiosity of Rohan from hearing about their horses and land but never seeing it. “Do you have one of the Maeras?”

He let out a soft chuckle as I continued stitching. “No, I have an offspring of one who is part, Firefoot but when I get back to Rohan and retire him from war I may be blessed to ride a Maeras now.”

“Blessed? Are they particular about who rides them?” I gave the final stitch to tie off.

He nodded, a forced smile on his face. “They only allow certain men on their back.”

Trying to lighten whatever set his mood back I took a clean bandage and started wrapping it around the wound as I gave him a cheeky look. “Would they let me on their back? I’m a decent rider and I’ll give them lots of treats.”

The Rohirrim now let out a laugh, one that is light and brightened his face from any grief he carried. “Now why didn’t I think about trying that.”

Chuckling with a shrug I tie off the bandage. “Sometimes you need another perspective.”

Feeling someone walk up I turn to my handmaiden Gylious who bowed to us. “Apologies, but your brother is looking for you.”

“Thank you Gylious.” She bowed her head and departed letting me finish up, my hands fixing his tunic then dropped to clean up the mess. “Make sure to keep it clean, if you have any discomfort please come find me.”

The Rohirrim stood up from the table rolling his neck, his height making me feel short even though I was taller for most women in Gondor. “No need to worry, I have had many wounds in the past I know how to clean them.”

I hummed giving him a disapproving look. “Says the same man who told me not to worry about that wound on your neck?”

He laughed again making me smile, in the past week or hell months I could list the times I heard a real laugh. Maybe there will be joy after the war. “I suppose your right my lady, I will take your words with care. Thank you for looking after my men and for stitching me up.”

Taking my hand, he kissed the back of hand, the kiss giving a tingling sensation where his lips met. “Good day, my lady.”

Bowing my head, I turn from him, heading to where one of my brothers would be.

Stopping my feet, I turning focusing on the man who was walking away. “Rohirrim?” The man stopped glancing back over his shoulder to me. “Thank you for coming to our aid and I’m sorry for the price you have had to suffer for doing so.”

He bowed his head. “It was a price worth paying my lady.”

Giving him another smile, I turned back to where I needed to go, the talk with the Rohirrim made my heart feel lighter from the grief that tries to pull me into despair.

Seeing a familiar figure with black hair and tanner skin than those around us I found myself running to get to them as fast as I could.

“Erchirion!” My older brother turned in time when I launched myself into him, his arms coming around me to catch me in a hug. “I heard you were alright and well but seeing it is another. How are you, are you okay?”

He squeezed me then let me down, the second my feet hit the ground I began to look him over checking for anything. Erchirion took my hands holding them, “I am fine little swan, it’s good to see you well, I have been worried about you. When was the last time you slept?”

His hand cupped my check, his thumb brushing under my eyes where my dark shadows are. “It doesn’t matter, I’ll sleep when I can.”

Erchirion looked softly at me. He is one of my older brothers and one I was most close with growing up between my other two. “You should come home tonight for supper and bed.”

My face winced thinking about a family dinner. “Will he be there?”

Erchirion’s face soften and he squeezed my hand. “Father loves you little swan… Alright if not for dinner then at least to sleep okay? You need it Lothí.”

Sighing I looked around at the scenes around us. Leaning against my brother I shake my head wanting nothing more than a night with my brothers and my bed but I couldn’t. “No, there is so much work to be done and we lost healers during the battle. Go, be merry and I’ll catch you soon, okay?”

He sighed leaning forward to kiss my forehead. “Okay, but tomorrow night I’ll drag you back for a full meal and night sleep. I love you.”

“Love you too.” I gave him a hug, taking it longer than usual needing to feel that he is okay and not on a bed in the house or on a pyre to be burned. “Go, I’m sure Amrothos is barrel deep by now.”

My older brother chuckled letting me go. “Aye, see you tomorrow little swan.”

He walked away and I looked around at the organized chaos, my bones felt ready to give at any moment. Maybe if this is a calm night I will try to go home for a real night of sleep and not in a chair.

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