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mightymorphingayagenda · 3 years

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So I received an ask a few months ago about my thoughts on nessian having kids and then last night I had a lot of wine and this happened so, enjoy!?

This was one of those little moments Cassian would bundle up, like some cherished Christmas ornament, and tuck inside his heart forever. If his heart remained in one piece. It was so full he was worried it might break.

The smell of Nesta’s perfume and shortbread had lured him to the kitchen, where he’d found her sat at the table, bottom lip tucked between her teeth and brow furrowed in concentration as she’d iced a cookie. The beam of her high cheek bones a blushing pink in the warmth.

Cue tears brimming.

And he couldn’t even blame it on the presence of any smoke because by some Christmas miracle, his girlfriend had managed to cook something without nearly burning his house down.

Júlia had tucked herself into his girlfriend’s lap, and was mimicking her little mannerisms. Brows dramatically knotted and biting her lip. She’d even clearly tried to match their pyjamas, Nesta’s lose fitting red pants and white tank top a mirror to his daughter’s own long sleeve white shirt and fuzzy red pants.

The two of them were hunched over a cookie each, armed with little icing tubes and humming along to Mud’s ‘Lonely This Christmas’.

“One of those better be for me or it’s the naughty list for you too.”

“Daddy!” Júlia whipped her little head round, grinning excitedly in the way that children did- less actual smile more oh my god look at all my teeth.

“The one and only,” he smiled right back, picking her up as she tried to literally jump from the chair to Nesta’s terror and amusement.

He made a little mwa noise with every kiss he planted on her cheeks, and she was giggling in his arms uncontrollably. Probably hopped up on sugar if the crumbs on the table and the green frosting in her dark hair was anything to go by.

Finally he stopped and his daughter didn’t miss a beat. “Daddy me and Nesta made cookies and we even made the icing on our own and it’s all different colours and she’s really good decorating and she taught me how to draw a snow man!”

It was impossible to determine where one word ended and the other began. Perhaps his daughter had invented her own word several hundred syllables long.

“Can I see?” Cassian pleaded excitedly, putting Júlia down when she nodded so hard he was a little concerned her head might fall off.

“Hi you,” Nesta’s voice like velvet hummed soft and low as he leaned down to give her a chaste kiss, murmuring his own “hey, sweetheart”. Her lips tasted like sugar and he swore he saw a few granules dusted through her thick hair as he pulled back to asses one of Júlia’s creations.

“No way you made that!”

“I did I can show you I’ll show you how to draw a snowman too. And it’s harder than with pencils daddy, because you have to squeeze but you can’t squeeze it too much.”

“She’s got very steady hands,” Nesta said, like she was proud, her head falling back against Cassian’s chest where he stood behind her. He began massaging her shoulders gently. “She could be a brain surgeon,” his girlfriend continued.

Cassian was dangerously close to getting all choked up again.

He’d been a little worried asking Nesta to keep an eye on Júlia this evening. Not because he thought she’d let his six year old start licking plug sockets or anything. It was just they’d never hung out just the two of them before. He and Nesta had only been together eight months and he’d only introduced his daughter to his girlfriend two months ago.

But he hadn’t had anyone else to call when the snow had started falling with a vengeance on his way back from picking up a Christmas tree. It wasn’t Mor’s week with Júlia so she and Emerie had booked a Christmas mini-break, and his brothers were at a conference. So he’d called Nesta.

She’d been more than happy to pick up Lia from school and keep an eye on her. Almost as happy as she’d been nervous. He’d read it in her voice even through the phone. Nesta had never wanted kids, she’d told him as much, and it had put the brakes on their first date for a while. But Júlia had a mum, two in fact, and the idea that there was any pressure on Nesta in that department had slowly began to dissipate.

Still, Cassian had felt a tiny bit...scared. A bit crushed by his wanting them to adore each other as much as he adored them. So walking in and finding them like that, it had taken the wind out of him.

“I am going to be a baker!” Júlia proclaimed from her own seat now, knees tucked beneath her so she could reach the table.

“What will you call you bakery?” Nesta asked with genuine interest. It was lovely. She spoke to Júlia the same way she would an adult. There was no entertaining or humouring his daughter’s insane babbling, she treated every word as though it held the weight that of a wisened librarian’s might.

“Lia’s Bakery and I will you give you free cookies!”

“What about me? Do I get free cookies?”Cassian enquired. “I haven’t had a single one of your amazing cookies yet.”

“You weren’t here! And you didn’t help make them so I don’t think you should get any.”

“I was getting our Christmas tree!”

“Yes where is this tree that has kept you so busy?” Nesta demanded, tilting her head back to look up at him with arched brows. A naughty twinkle in her dove-blue eyes.

She loved teasing him, but Cassian always gave as good as he got when it came to her. With Júlia, well, his daughter got away with murder. Which Nesta found endlessly amusing.

“It’s by the front door. I think I’m gonna need a cookie to restore my energy before moving it again,” he looked to Lia.

“Fine,” she huffed. “But you’re not allowed to pick it, Nesta has to pick it.”

The way she said Nesta. Like she were one of the Disney Princess she loved to tell him about even though he’d literally just watched the film with her. It made his heart explode like a powdery snowball.

“Hmmmm, what about this one,” Nesta hummed, picking up a sugary treat frosted with a big red heart and offering it up for Júlia’s approval.

“Yes, daddy can have that one,” she nodded curtly.

“You can have a bite now, and the rest once you’ve put the tree up,” Nesta told him as he rested folded forearms against the back of her chair and hunched down to tuck his head over her shoulder, tilted a little to give her his best I-fucking-adore-you-woman eyes.

“Tease,” he smirked.

“Strategic,” she corrected, feeding him the cookie.

“Mmmmm,” he groaned. He wasn’t even putting it on, it tasted fucking delicious. Buttery and somehow melting and crumbing in his mouth at the same time.

“You’ve got a little something,” Nesta laughed, brushing the manicured pad of her thumb against her bottom lip.

“I was saving you a taste,” Cassian grinned, giving her a gentle kiss.

“Nesta doesn’t want kisses she wants the Christmas tree!” Júlia exclaimed, exasperated and impatient.

“You read my mind, Lia,” Nesta said.

Cassian chuckled, pushing off the back of Nesta’s chair and wondering back through to the front door.

Lia was hot on his heels, grabbing Nesta’s hand and tugging her from her seat.

It was a fucking massive tree, and his daughter’s eyes were wide as saucers as she took it in, halting in front of the sofa and nearly vibrating with excitement. By contrast his girlfriend collapsed onto the coach and he was tempted to laugh again. Childcare had clearly done a number on her.

But apparently she wasn’t so exhausted she couldn’t manage a little ogling of him.

Cassian might have been smirking by the time he got the tree upright in its stand, preening a little at the way Nesta’s gaze had lingered on his arms as he’d hauled 120 pounds of festivity about.

A fresh blush blemished her cheeks and she was rolling her full bottom lip between her teeth as she watched him. Knees half tucked beneath her and an arm laying across the back of the sofa, her ear resting against it and lose hair falling carelessly about the cushion.

He was going to wife her up so hard.

“Right, how about some decorations then?” He grinned down at Lia, having thrown Nesta a wink she’d batted off with a roll of her eyes.

“We did them in the colours look, we put them out colour coorninated.”

“Co-ordinated,” Nesta corrected fondly from the sofa as Cassian took in the neat sections of ornaments laid out on the floor.

“Co-or-din-ated” Júlia repeated, already on the floor and searching for the first glittering item to hang.

“We’ve gotta do the lights first though, anjinho,” he reminded her.

“Nesta we have twinkly lights and they can flash or you can leave them so they are always shining or when you click it you make it so they go like,” Lia wiggled her fingers in the air which Cassian recognised referred to the cascading setting on the lights, but knew meant nothing to Nesta.

She laughed none the less, Júlia’s happiness and excitement infectious.

“Will you show me?” She asked, propping her head up on her fist.

“You wanna go grab them, Lia? They’re in my office, on the desk.”

“Yeah I will go get them!” She yelled, already barrelling up the stairs, her little feed padding up the wooden slates like she were merely a skeleton of springs bundled up in the body of a little girl.

Nesta laughed again, a wide smile revealing white teeth and one of her beauty spots quirking in a dimple as she watched.

Once Júlia was out of sight however, Cassian was making a play for her attention. Falling onto the sofa beside her and throwing an arm around her waist.

“I think we have a problem,” he sighed happily, a smirk that promised trouble tugging at his mouth.

“We do?” She asked, letting her head rest against the pillow that was his bicep. Looking up at him.

“I only got one tree. But I have two angels.”

Nesta rolled her eyes and groaned through a subtle laugh, burying her lovely face into his shoulder and thus a telltale smile.

“You’re the worst.”

“And you, are the best,” he grinned, pressing a kiss to her hair and she looked up, smiling casual and soft. “Thank you for looking after her tonight.”

Nesta pressed her mouth to his, kissing him with a supple pressure for moment. “My pleasure,” she said as they pulled back just barely.

Cassian grinned again at that and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear with his free hand. “How was it?” He asked.

“Honestly?” She said, a hand coming to his opposite shoulder, thumb rubbing soft circles there. “Made me fall in love with you all over again.”

Brows immediately rising he let slip an, “oh shit.”

Nesta laughed. “I mean it,” she said, head tilting a little as she watched him. “I don’t think I ever actually appreciated what your being a dad meant. There’s this whole person, this kind, clever, funny person who’s just perfect and you made her, from scratch. And you’re raising her and every little thing she does is because of what you’ve taught her it just...” she trailed off. Overcome by a sentiment she couldn’t put into words.

“What are you doing this weekend?” Cassian asked. Unable to help himself. And if he hadn’t been so preoccupied with how she made his heart ache in the best way, he would’ve noticed a similar ache in his cheeks, because he was smiling like crazy.

“I know we weren’t meant to see each other and if you have plans of course you should do those but, well you’re here now, and judging by those very sexy pyjamas you’re staying the night?”

Laughing Nesta slapped at his hand playfully as it slid from her knee, up her thigh to take a greedy handful of her ass, her jersey pyjama bottoms soft beneath his touch.

“Lia and I are going to go ice skating tomorrow. She’d love it if you came.”

“Really?”

“In fact I think she’ll be heartbroken if you don’t,” he admitted.

“You sure you want me there? I know you have this sad little crush on me or whatever but you’re allowed to want time with just the two of you-“

“Shut up,” he laughed. “Of course I want you there. Really it’d just be cruel sending you home to pine over me-"

“Asshole,” she grinned.

“Daddy I will put the lights on but I need to sit your shoulders!”

They both turned their heads as Lia hurried down the stairs with strings of lights spilling over in her little hands.

“Wowwowwow slow down,” he leapt up. “We don’t run down the stairs, do we?”

“Can we sled down the stairs again this year?” Júlia begged excitedly as Cassian scooped her up at the foot of the stairs and held her at his chest with one arm.

“I don’t know what she’s talking about,” he told Nesta. “We have never once done that ever.”

His girlfriend laughed as she stood up and Júlia shook her head very seriously.

“Never ever,” she agreed.

“Then I’m going to beat you both when we do it this year, because I’m a stair sledding pro,” Nesta flicked Lia’s nose playfully.

Her wide eyed gasp made it seem as if Nesta had told her she was Santa.

“Don’t make me haul the mattresses out into the hall right now,” Cassian warned.

“Bring it, old man.”

Honestly Cassian would lose to her gladly, so long as it wasn’t the only ride she’d be taking on his mattress this evening.

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auroracalisto · 3 years

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something there—chapter one

summary: the reader is a part of a great prophecy revealed to geralt and jaskier by an unnamed witch. the only problem? well, see, there’s multiple. she doesn’t believe that it’s her, and she lives in 2020.

pairing: hinted jaskier x geralt, nothing really more than that, future jaskier x reader x geralt

word count: 1.7k words

warnings: mmmmm cussing. like i probs dropped the f-bomb five times in one sentence. female reader. other than that, nothing.

author’s notes: i legit got this idea while driving home after work and it took me forever to figure out what i want to do with this (at least with the first chapter). i hope to continue this, but i’m not sure how often i’ll be able to pump out parts for this. i am super excited for this tho. i cannot tell you how many geralt and jaskier stories i have read....... and we are not going to discuss this here. i hope you all enjoy!!! also i’m trying out a different format for my posts? summary + little snippet of story if it’s a longer one? and then the pushed out part uh

"Aren't prophecies supposed to rhyme?"

The witch looked at Geralt with an exasperated expression, before she cleared her throat. "The two of you," she said, looking at both the Witcher and the bard, "need to find a girl with a profound knowledge in music and storytelling. A virgin maiden from lands far, far away, with a heart big enough for two others."

Jaskier looked towards Geralt, a confused look spread across his face.

"She will help you find what it is you're looking for," she said, pointing towards the Witcher as she spoke. "When you wake, the two of you will be teleported to her lands. Her heart is pure enough to help you with your journey. Her soul as pure as the driven snow. You will have two weeks to convince her to travel back with you, and you will be able to continue with your own travels. Or, you will be stuck in her lands until someone from our world goes searching for the lost Witcher and his bard."

"Woah, woah, woah," Jaskier held up his hands, frowning deeply at the woman. "Teleported? Her world—pardon?"

The witch just smiled at him. In just a moment's time, she disappeared from in front of the two and Jaskier and Geralt were left, stewing in the prophecy she left them with.

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[Your name] woke to the soft chirping of birds coming from the outside of her window. She slowly peeled her eyes open, groaning softly. She had stayed up until five in the morning, once again, working on a never-ending project. It was only ten in the morning, but she had to be awake so she could call her boss and figure out what it is that she needed to do next. The woman slowly got out of bed and placed her feet on the bed. However, she took one step forward and she went tumbling to the floor after tripping over someone.

"What the—"

[Your name] quickly turned around and her eyes grew wide at the sight of a man lying in her floor. He had quickly sat up, knocking his head against her bedside table. With a groan, he put a hand to his forehead, looking around. His face grew pale. "What—"

"Who the fuck are you?" [Your name] quickly asked, scrambling to her feet. She took a couple of steps back, her heart pounding in her chest.

The man's eyes widened as he looked over at the woman. She began to notice how he was dressed—it reminded her of the old historical dramas she used to watch every Sunday with her grandmother.

"Who the fuck are you?" [Your name] repeated.

"Jaskier..."

"Okay, Jaskier, why the fuck are you in my bedroom?"

He let out a curt laugh and he leaned himself up against her bed. "How the hell am I supposed—" he stopped himself, hurriedly getting to his feet. "Geralt?!"

"What?" [Your name] paled. There was another man in her apartment? Not to mention, her quite run down apartment?

White hair became visible in her line of vision and she quickly backed up to her wall. "What the fuck?" she breathed out. "Who the fuck are you? How did you get in my house? Where's my fucking phone?"

[Your name] quickly rushed to her bedside table, grabbing it off of the charger. She went to dial 911, only to discover that her phone was completely shut off. The black screen never lit up. She looked towards the men, trembling.

The white haired man, known as Geralt, began to frown. "We need to talk to you."

"How the fuck did you get in my house?" Geralt frowned even more. "A witch."

[Your name] blinked a couple of times. "Excuse me? Are you fucking dumb?"

Jaskier snorted under his breath as he looked over at the Witcher.

"No. I'm not. We need to talk to you."

[Your name] looked back down on her phone, just to make sure it wasn't just lagging. It was an old phone, and sometimes, it would do that. She clenched her jaw and closed her eyes. She had nothing anymore—no family, a crappy apartment, and an especially crappy job that she was constantly pulling all-nighters for. [Your name]'s gaze switched from Jaskier to Geralt before she gave a small nod.

"I... fine," [Your name] said, swallowing thickly. "Fine. But," she looked down at her clothes and blushed even more. "Get out of my room. I need to at least change my clothes—"

"—that's what you're calling that?" Jaskier smirked at her.

Her eyes widened and she nearly shoved his arm. "Get out."

Geralt had already left, and Jaskier couldn't help but let out a soft laugh. He left the room. [Your name] quickly shut the door and pressed her back up against the wood. Her heart throbbed in her ears and throughout her body. Surely, she was just hallucinating and having a heart attack. A stroke, maybe. Could it have been a manic episode?

[Your name] went over to her clothes and quickly pulled out a pair of jeans and an over sized hoodie. She combed out her hair and ran to the bathroom to brush her teeth before she came out into the hallway. The men weren't there. Perhaps it truly was just a bad dream. She frowned and walked out to her living room/dining room/kitchen—three in one. She saw the two sitting at the table. Jaskier had quickly pulled his hand away from Geralt's, who just pulled his hand closer to his body rather than completely pull it off the table. [Your name] blushed and went towards her kitchen.

"Do you... do you guys want anything?"

"Being hospitable now, are we?" Jaskier sent her a smile.

"You're both sitting at my dining room table. Why wouldn't I?"

Jaskier rose his eyebrow, but he didn't say anything else.

While she made a pot of coffee, he curiously watched her while Geralt looked around her small home. He had quite a few comments to make, but his face would never show it. [Your name] poured herself a cup of coffee and made it just how she liked before she hesitantly came over and sat down across from the two. She cleared her throat, her finger tips gently tapping at the warmed mug before she spoke.

"Who are the two of you?"

"Geralt of Rivia. This is Jaskier."

She rose an eyebrow, slightly nodding. "My name is [Your name]."

"It's a pleasure to meet you," Jaskier grinned, "[Your name].

"Wish I could say the same," she meekly grinned. "Can you please tell me how you got in my apartment?"

"Like I said," Geralt cleared his throat. His voice was deep—part of [Your name] wanted to melt at the sound. "A witch sent us."

[Your name] fought the urge to roll her eyes, but this did not go unnoticed by the Witcher. He kept his eyes on her, quiet as he did so.

"A witch sent you. To my cheap ass apartment. Likely story."

"He's not lying," Jaskier said. "He's telling nothing but the truth."

"Yeah?" This time, she did roll her eyes. "Prove it."

"Our clothes are not enough?" Geralt asked. "You are not from the lands we hail from.."

[Your name] looked at their clothes once more. She had noticed Jaskier's earlier, but the more she looked, she realized how old fashioned they looked—how worn they seemed. [Your name] crossed her arms over her chest. She hesitantly looked towards Geralt and gave a small nod.

"Alright. I'm listening."

Geralt looked towards Jaskier. Jaskier returned his gaze and he pursed his lips.

"Are you going to tell her?"

Geralt huffed softly. "Yes. This witch. We went to her for guidance. We've been looking for a way to defeat..." he stopped for a moment, looking at Jaskier again. "To defeat an enemy for some time. She sent us... here, with a prophecy."

"And?"

Geralt looked at her.

"What's the prophecy?" she asked, sipping at her mug of coffee. The steam rose and warmed her chilled face. Only now did she realize how cold it had gotten in her apartment. Her heating bill must have failed again. She cleared her throat, looking at Geralt again. "Well?"

He frowned. "A virgin—" Just with that, [Your name] choked on her coffee and she began to blush. "What?"

This caused a small smirk to form on Geralt's face. Jaskier saw this and he couldn't help from his smile forming.

"We are to convince a virgin maiden from lands far away to come back with us to defeat our enemy." he said. They are profound in music and storytelling."

"Definitely not me," [Your name] blushed. I'm not profound in anything."

"Ah, so you are a virgin?" Jaskier grinned over at her.

[Your name] just shot him a look as her blush darkened. "What else?" she asked, looking back at Geralt.

"They are to have a heart big enough for two others... I am still not quite sure what that refers to. Her heart is pure enough to help us." the Witcher spoke. He looked towards Jaskier once more.

Something just told [Your name] that there was something going on between the two—the looks they continued to share made her heart melt in a good way. Every look was filled with love—one that she wasn't familiar with, but one that she would love to learn to expect from someone.

"We have two weeks to convince her to travel back with us. Her soul is said to be as pure as the driven snow."

"Alright, alright, but," [Your name] sat her mug down, stuffing her hands in her sweatshirt pocket to keep them warm. "What does this have to do with me and my apartment?"

"Perhaps you are the one to help us find her," Jaskier said.

Geralt nodded. "That is what I have come to understand."

[Your name] tilted her head back as she thought, taking in a deep breath. "Right. So. Two totally hot men show up in my house and tell me I'm supposed to help them with some damned prophecy?" [Your name] looked straight at Jaskier. "Are you sure I'm not having a stroke?"

He stared at you for a moment before he grinned. "Hot? Is there a reason to refer to us as hot?"

[Your name] eyes widened a bit and she shook her head. "Just ignore that I said that. You don't know what it means, do you? God," she groaned softly and squeezed her eyes shut. Clenching her jaw, she spoke one last time before grabbing her coffee mug. "Fine. What is it you need me to do?"

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cycat4077 · 4 years

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A Quiet Night Out

Part 4 of the Changes verse (though it’s pretty stand alone if a series isn’t your thing). (Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3)

Pairing: Sonny x Reader Warnings: fluff Words: 1291 Summary: Sonny has to work the night-shift on New Year's Eve, ruining your plans for a quiet night in... But perhaps a quiet night out will work just as well. (Set New Year’s 2015/2016 during season 17) AO3 here

"I'm sorry, doll," Sonny mumbles drearily into the phone. "The schedule just came out ‘n they have me workin' the night shift New Year's Eve." He can probably hear your shoulders slump all the way from his desk at the precinct. "I know we wanted ta spend a quiet night in together, but I can't exactly ask ta switch when I'm the only one who doesn't have kids." "It's okay, Sonny," you assure him trying to sound upbeat. "Such is life. We'll just celebrate another time." He hums in agreement before lowering his voice. "You don’t know how much I was lookin' forward to kissin' you at midnight." A wave of heat rushes over your face and something in your stomach flutters. "Me too," you whisper.

"Good news is that it should be a relatively quiet shift. The case volume will only start pickin’ up after the festivities end." His words spark an idea but you decide to keep it quiet for now. "Hey, maybe you could call me if you're not too busy and we could chat instead." Sonny's tone perks up. "Yeah! That sounds like a great plan! Ehh, Lieu needs me now. I'll phone ya later." "Bye and be safe," you call out. "Always. Bye, doll." The line clicks off and your phone chimes, signalling the end of the conversation. The next couple of days roll by until it's finally New Year's Eve. Sonny texts you midmorning, informing that he’s attempting some shut-eye before his shift. While you do miss the communication, the alone time is actually perfect because you have a plan and need time to prepare...

-x-

How's the shift going?

You hit send a few minutes after 9pm as you stand twiddling the apple pendant around your neck. You get an answer back immediately.

So sloooow! Wish I was with you instead :(

A grin parts your lips, taking his message as your cue to climb the steps to the NYPD. The elevator dings open to an empty hallway, leading you around the corner to the 16th precinct. You spot Sonny alone at his desk, drumming his fingers and staring at his phone awaiting your reply. "Special delivery," you say, holding up the grocery bag in your hand. Sonny's head whips around to the familiar sound of your voice. A smile rapidly spreads across his face as he leaps up from his seat. "Hey!" "I know we wanted a quiet night in, but I hope a quiet night out will work just as well." He doesn't answer but instead comes over and wraps you in a swaying hug, walking you backwards towards his desk. "You're tha best," he speaks into your hair. Smirking, you wriggle in his arms to look up at him. "You haven't even seen what I brought though!" Sonny sets you free and you place the bag on his desk. "Firstly, I made some cookies. Chocolate chip and gingersnaps." Sonny nabs the container, pops the lid and inhales deeply. "Mmmmm," he hums with closed eyes. "But what goes best with cookies?" you ask in a sing-song voice. "Hot cocoa, of course!" You then produce a tin of hot chocolate mix and a packet of marshmallows from the bag. "Yes!" exclaims Sonny with the excitement of a little kid. "Lemme put the kettle on ‘n grab a couple mugs!" He jogs to the break room and you snicker at his enthusiasm. Pulling up a chair next to his, you shrug off your winter coat and take a moment to scan the squad room. It's been a while... Once the water is boiled and your steaming hot chocolates are topped with marshmallows, the two of you nibble - well, more like scarf down - cookies and chat. It's funny how you still find things to say to one another, but that's how it is with Sonny: you can discuss serious issues or ramble about absolutely nothing at all and it feels effortless. Time flies by and somehow the conversation turns quite random. "Eighties hair needs to make a comeback," you state with conviction, waving a half-eaten cookie around to emphasize your point. "What?!" spurts Sonny. A couple crumbs tumble onto the desk. "You're jokin', right?" "No! It was great! Admittedly they used too much hairspray, but some of the guys had really luscious locks." "Am I gonna need to grow my hair out, doll?” Sonny raises an eyebrow to his wisecrack. “I mean, it'd take a lot more gel to hold it all, but I'd do it for you." With that you erupt into a laughter that causes an involuntary snort. You cover your mouth in shock, trying to gauge Sonny's reaction. That wasn't lady like at all. But Sonny fails to hold it together when he hears the sound and a lets out an almighty sputter. His laughter only launches you into a deeper giggle fit, effectively leaving the two of you doubling in your seats. The need for air finally quells the hilarity and when you glance up at Sonny, you find his eyes crinkling at the corners over an affection-laden smile. "I love you," he says, blue eyes holding yours in their gaze. Your heart jumps to your throat and the words I love you, too spring from your lips. Sonny reaches for your hand. "Dunno why we haven't actually said that before." "I guess we just already knew," you suggest, heart thundering in your chest. "Most definitely," he agrees while rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. Your eyes shift down to where your hands meet only to notice the time on his watch. Clasping onto Sonny's hand, you get up and tug him gently to follow. You cross the squad room towards a window, the lanky detective bumbling along behind you. You stare through the glass to find a city bathed in light. Snow blankets the rooftops and large fluffy flakes twirl around the streetlamps. In the distance you pinpoint the center of every New Yorker's attention: Time's Square. "It's almost midnight," you say, glancing over at Sonny beside you. He places one hand carefully to the small of your back while raising the other wrist so you both can watch the clock. Together you quietly count down the seconds, smiles growing after every number. "Happy New Year, doll," he says when the clock strikes twelve. "Happy New Year, Sonny," you reply affectionately. He then places a finger under your chin and tips your head upwards for a kiss. It's tender and sweet and brimming with love. "Mmm, cookies 'n cocoa," he teases, nibbling on his lip. You give his arm a playful swat. "Y'know, Mister..." a phony stern tone laces your voice while you poke a finger at his chest. "Now that we've both said it, expect to hear it a lot!" A puzzled Sonny scrunches his nose. "Huh?" "I love you," you explain and Sonny's brows raise in understanding. Maybe it's the romantic aura of New Year's Eve, but something causes you to pour out even more of your heart. "I've loved you since the summer." Sonny runs a hand down your arm, arriving at your hand to give it a squeeze. "I've loved you since then too. And I'll neva get tired of hearin’ you say it or sayin' it myself either!" You can't help but chuckle. "God, we're corny!" "Mmhmmm," he agrees with a smile and a wink. "But at least we're well matched!" Brilliantly colored fireworks begin to pop off over the skyline, drawing you both to watch the show. Sonny gathers you in close and you nestle yourself under his arm. Laying your head against his chest, you hear the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

What a way to start off a new year…

-x-

Part 5 here :)

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synvamp · 4 years

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HAPPY PLACE 10

There. Fixed it!

From Vol 7 ep 5 all the way to happily ever after – WHERE NOTHING BAD EVER HAPPENS. When Clover falls in love he falls hard and fast but can he score the most snarky, eligible bachelor in Remnant? You bet your ass he can.

(Part One HERE)

Title: Healing

Fair Game – Part 10 / 10

Rating: M

---xxx---

When Clover said thirteen days it had filled Qrow with dread. He just didn’t trust the world… his semblance… himself. Things just didn’t work out for him. Friends, lovers, colleagues… anyone he got close to either betrayed him or died.

That night he lay awake for hours, tossing and turning in tiny quiet movements, trying not to move the bedcovers too much in case he woke Clover.

I don’t know why I’m being so damn careful… the guy sleeps like a log!

He could just make out Clover’s face in the dark. He looked so peaceful.

It must be nice to sleep like that. To just lie down and let go of it all.

He still looked sexy, even with his mouth open.

I guess I am pretty far gone, Qrow smiled.

If Qrow had ever tried to imagine his perfect partner, it would not have been Clover. He never really had a type with guys so he hadn’t thought about the ‘perfect man’. No Mr Right. Just Mr Right Now. Plus, Clover’s compliments, his endearing, concerned gaze… it was a bit awkward. Qrow didn’t need a cheer squad! But those same compliments made him feel so good. He could tell Clover really meant it, too. He really admired Qrow, what he’d achieved, who he was.

It felt so strange to be seen. Really seen and just… accepted. Adored, even.

It wasn’t something he usually got in relationships. He was used to being the chaser… the giver of compliments, the buyer of drinks, the desperate one…

It was… nice to be wanted. Nice to feel like he was worth pursuing. Worth going to all this effort for. And Clover had. Qrow had seen him struggling. He knew what it must have felt like when he said I love you and got nothing back but he didn’t give up.

I would have given up.

But Clover didn’t. He just changed tactic and came back stronger.

Maybe he was like that because he was so used to things working out… because of his semblance. He was so used to everything going his way, he just couldn’t imagine that it might turn out different… but he looked so uncertain… so hurt when Qrow had been cold to him.

Maybe he makes his own luck.

Clover snuffled next to him and rolled over, his muscled back outlined silver in the light from the window.

Even his shoulders make me horny. Qrow laughed softly to himself. Maybe it’s time I started to make my own luck too.

Carefully, slowly, inch by quiet inch, he rolled his body over and wrapped one arm around Clover’s waist. He shuffled his hips forward until he could curl his body up against that muscled back and breathe the man in. Clover curled forward and his arm pulled Qrow’s hand tighter,

‘My tweety sweety…’ he murmured.

TWEETY SWEETY WHAT THE FUCK!? Qrow was OUTRAGED. But also warm.

‘I hate you,’ he growled as he snuggled closer.

‘Mmmmm,’ Clover sighed happily.

Qrow tried to fume but he found that all the fears that had been swirling in his head had somehow gone and all he felt now was comfortable… and tired.

I’ll kick your ass in the morning…

---xxx---

When Clover woke he was in a great mood. He practically leapt out of bed, stopping only to gaze down at Qrow’s messy bed hair WHY SO HOT!? HOW SO HOT!? before skipping off to make coffee.

He had to get some of his excitement out before Qrow woke up properly. He wasn’t sure how Mr I Hate Mornings would deal with a bouncing ball of boyfriend first thing.

Boyfriend. He’s my boyfriend. Most eligible Batchelor in all of Remnant, huh? Kiss my lucky charms!

Clover did a little soft shoe shuffle in his boxers and felt like a total idiot. It was great.

And today was a rostered day off! They could actually spend time together… if Qrow ever got out of bed.

Why do you want him out of bed!?

Clover chuckled to himself and went to the kitchenette. He made the coffee just shy of strong enough to dissolve the spoon and sat it on the counter, hoping the smell would be enticing.

After several minor bouts of dancing, Qrow sat up sleepily. He reached over the side of the bed and grabbed the first thing he found, Clover’s tank top. He pulled it over his head and threw the covers back. The top was so big on him it looked nearly like a dress and for some reason, the sight of him all scruffy and sleepy and wearing his clothes…

Wow.

I really do love him.

Qrow shuffled up and collapsed onto Clover’s chest. Clover wrapped him up in his arms and just let the feeling wash over him. My boyfriend.

No. Don’t dance.

Qrow groaned loudly into his chest.

“I made you coffee,” Clover whispered into Qrow’s soft, messy hair.

“MMMmmffffgggghhhh…” Qrow fell onto the nearest stool at the breakfast counter and took a long sip, “Ah… thank you,” Qrow looked at him with those beautiful eyes and smiled, warm and open.

DON’T DANCE

After a couple more sips, Qrow blinked and looked up at him, his eyes narrowing.

“You called me tweety sweety last night in your sleep,” the red eyes blazed, accusing.

“I did not,” Clover said, trying to keep a straight face.

“How would you know if you were asleep?” Qrow asked; his voice low and dangerous.

No! He’s got me! Escape before it’s too late!

“Well… I’m still alive for one. If I had called you tw… uh… I’d be dead by now, yeah?”

“It’s only because you’re s..” Qrow started to grumble.

“And if I’m still alive, then you must have liked it!”

Ha! Touché!

Qrow stood and looked up into Clover’s eyes, his sexy, gravelled voice rasped, “We will never speak of this again.”

Clover’s eyes watered. Do not laugh. Do not laugh. Do not laugh.

“No. Never again.”

“Or it will be the last thing you ever do…”

“Last thing,” Clover nodded, lips jammed firmly together.

“Good. Glad we got that sorted,” Qrow sniggered a little bit.

Clover lost it.

Qrow raged as best as he could, “Stop it! I’m a fierce warrior! Sweety at your peril!” but Clover was laughing so hard and it just made him laugh and it was just all too damn stupid for words.

After a very long and breathless minute, Clover got his voice back, “So… Fierce, would you like to hang out today?”

“Sure,” Qrow shrugged his shoulders, a little smile pulled at the corner of his mouth.

“What would you like to do?”

“I don’t know,” Qrow ran one long finger around the rim of his coffee mug.

“We could go ice hole fishing? It’s pretty awesome out there if you don’t mind the occasional grim?”

“Uhhh…” Qrow blinked.

“I can see the enthusiasm is a little lacking… no ice hole puns though so I guess that’s something.”

Qrow smiled, “Nah, I was just thinking you’re trying to get out of the bet.”

“Get out of it?”

“Well… tundra, grim, icy death… if you make it through today, you’re stuck with me, right?”

“I guess I am,” Clover put his hand next to Qrow’s on the counter. All he wanted to do was pick the man up and yeet him into bed. Why did he have to look so wide-eyed and beautiful ALL THE TIME!?

“So…?” Qrow asked, shrugging like it didn’t even matter.

“So you make a good point. Maybe we should build a blanket fort? No one ever died building a blanket fort.”

“Is that how you usually pick up? Dinner and a blanket fort? That’s a little creepy.”

Clover laughed, “Picky, picky… what would you like to do then? The ass is yours to command.”

“Now I’m starting to get interested,” Qrow lifted one dark eyebrow.

Clover leaned over and ran his thumb along Qrow’s stubbled jaw. He loved the way his hair was just flecked with silver, the long dark eyelashes, his strong jaw, his burning red eyes… Qrow tilted his head, bird like and turned his cheek into Clover’s hand. Clover stepped closer, leaning down and let his lips just brush Qrow’s. Qrow’s teeth nipped at his bottom lip and then one pale hand reached up to cup the back of his head, pulling him down into a passionate kiss. Qrow’s other hand trailed slowly down Clover’s chest, one sharp nail flicking a sensitive nipple and making him squirm. He could feel Qrow smiling into the kiss as he stroked Clover’s skin lightly, making his whole body thrum. Clover leaned closer as Qrow’s expert touch tripped over his stomach muscles, then one finger hooked into his waistband.

Qrow pulled away from the kiss, looking down, “Seems you’ve built a fort already,” he grinned down at the tent in Clover’s boxers. Keeping eye contact, Qrow let his hand dip below the elastic and Clover moaned and closed his eyes.

That’s it. Yeets for you.

Clover wrapped his arms under Qrow’s knees and went to lift him up.

“No! Wait!” Qrow shouted.

Clover froze…

“I haven’t finished my coffee.”

Seriously!?

Clover crossed his arms, “You get that bouncy butt into bed or I’ll make sure you can’t sit down for a week.”

“Can’t I have both?” Qrow drawled, biting his lip.

Clover turned slowly and stretched, making sure every defined muscle rippled as he moved. “Absolutely,” he grinned, lifting Qrow effortlessly and flexing his sexy ass back to bed.

---xxx---

They spent the day just walking. They saw some of the sights, stopped in a couple of shops, ate when they were hungry and sat when they were tired. It was a normal, peaceful kind of day. True, Clover did nearly fall down a manhole but apart from that, it was… quiet.

It was so different from everything Qrow’d had before. It felt utterly foreign and yet so comfortable. Clover talked non-stop, telling Qrow all about Mantle. It turned out he was a bit of a history buff and he had a way of picking the best bits of a story so Qrow really enjoyed learning about all the little quirks that made this place unique.

When it started to get really cold, they’d ducked back to Clover’s room to get something warmer on and now Qrow was buried in one of Clover’s huge duffle coats. He knew he looked ridiculous but when he saw how Clover looked at him, what anyone else thought just didn’t seem to matter.

Finally, the sun started to set and they found a park bench. Clover dusted the snow off and then sat, pulling Qrow into his lap. The sky was awash with pink and purple, the air crisp.

“Thank you,” Clover whispered in his ear.

“What for?” Qrow asked, enjoying the heat of the strong warm arms around him.

“Just being here… spending the day with me. It was nice.”

“Yeah, it was,” Qrow didn’t know what else he could say.

I feel like I’ve been waiting for this forever… I never wanted to be comforted but it made me feel whole. I never wanted to be held but it makes my heart warm. I never wanted to rely on anyone but now that I do… I feel stronger. I thought that this would make me vulnerable, weak… but I’m more certain now than I’ve ever been about anything.

“I…” Qrow started, and in his chest it was like a revelation, a secret he had kept even from himself. He had felt it building but he’d pushed it away, something to deal with another day… but it was here.

Ready or not.

“…I love you.”

He leaned forward and rested his forehead on Clover’s, looking deep into those perfectly shaded green eyes.

The world stopped and for a minute, they were alone in a future which neither of them had ever dared to dream of.

“Say something,” Qrow said, feeling a little flustered.

“I… love you so much. I just want to spend every minute with you. I want to dance with you and laugh with you and never, ever let you go…”

Qrow smiled, “Ok, you can stop now.”

“I will never stop,” Clover said, pulling his snuggly, ruffled boyfriend into a deep kiss.

Qrow melted into the embrace; I guess I can live with that.

---xxx---

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thequeenb · 4 years

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That time of the year

Pairings: KamilahxMC

Its again that time of the year where the snow fall peacefully from the sky as people run to get last minute gifts for Christmas. Tourists are spread around in Central park admiring the colorful Christmas tree having the time of their lives unaware of a whole world hiding in the shadows.

Kamilah never understood Christmas, for her it was always something she avoided. Its just another mortal tradition she always said. This year was different, Amy was beyond excited to spend Christmas with her lover, knowing perfectly it might be a disaster.

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It was Christmas Eve when Amy had made a chaos in the kitchen trying to make the perfect Christmas cookies. "Ugh Lily!! Where is the frosting??" she yelled full of frustration

Lily's eyes widened as she had a spoonful of that delicious frosting in her mouth "Idwont knoaw what youw mean"

Amy groaned "Dammit Lily"

"Girl relax, you will explode soon from stress"

Amy signed, she wanted to prepare everything for Kamilah to get on the Christmas spirit "you are right Lil i should tone it down--" but as the doorbell rang she jumped in happiness

Lily massaged her temples watching her best friend hold a box in her hands full of excitement "This is Kamilah's present" she said proudly holding it high "and you wont touch it" Amy knew Lily well.

"Girl you can't let the anticipation kill me tell me tell me!!"

"Maybe its something for me to wear" Amy winked as she placed the box in the closet far from Kamilah's reach.

Lily laughed "Dont tell me Kamilah has a Santa Claus kink"

Amy joined the fun "shut up you are impossible" she said as she threw a pillow at her face.

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Kamilah was filling in documents in her office. She looked at her watch 10pm. Signing she put down her papers, she promised Amy she would be home by 10:30pm.

As she walked out the cold air hit her face making her shiver. Even for a vampire this temperature was unbearable. She had some time to kill before she returns home to her lover's warm arms so she wondered the shops.

Every middle aged woman was panicking, picking last minute gifts for her family or kids, something that made Kamilah laugh silly humans. She never understood how kids wait for a fat old man in a red uniform to give them gifts and invade their home, it seems she never understood the true meaning of Christmas.

She never bought anyone gifts this season, she only let her workers take a break two days and she thought of herself generous enough, but this year she bought one for Amy.

It wasn't something magnificent or big and expensive, it was what Amy always wanted even if Kamilah insisted not to. She smiled to herself knowing she has someone to spend this day that brought her so much loneliness.

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Before the elevator doors open she heard voices from inside, of course Amy invited all of their friends.

As she stepped inside she was greeted by a warm embrace, Amy.

"Oh my god you must be freezing"

"I am good Amy, but thank you" Kamilah said planting a sweet kiss on Amy's lips

"You are so adorable with your red nose and cheeks" Amy giggled as Kamilah rolled her eyes.

As she walked further to the apartment she noticed the beautiful decorations Amy had decorated their house with and that delicious smell that filled her nose.

"Is that?"

"Christmas cookies yes!!" Amy said enthusiastically as she ran to the kitchen.

Adrian sat next to Kamilah on the couch handing her a glass of hot chocolate

"I don't remember you ever celebrating Christmas Kamilah" he teased as everyone laughed

"Maybe someone adapted the real one and replaced her with a clone" Jax added

"Dont push it, i do it for Amy" she said firmly but when she noticed her lover coming with an excited smile from the kitchen her eyes softened.

"Voilà, i hope you enjoy them"Amy gestured at the big plate that she placed Infront of them smiling.

"If i were you i would eat the whole thing, she made those all morning, you don't want to see stressed Amy" Lily said laughing getting an arched brow from her friend

"Mmmmm delicious" Adrian said pushing Jax with his elbow

"Yes its..mmmm" he tried his best not to spit it out

"Oh my god is it terrible??" Her eyes were now full of worry

"They are delicious my love" Kamilah added kissing her cheek "they are messing with you

"Ha ha very funny" Amy rolled her eyes

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As the night passed with joy and laughter Lily had the amazing idea to play "Guess what i am" something that Kamilah found hard to understand. In the first rounds no one knew what they were doing as Amy cursed half of them but they understood the point and they now love this game.

Kamilah was holding the phone over her head as Amy and Lily tried desperately to describe her a snake.

"It has two pointy teeth and a long tongue" Lily said

"Me" Kamilah responded so seriously that Amy started worrying about her lover

"Oh my god Kamilah, What's Priya?"

"an imbecile"

"Try again!!"

"A bitch."

Both of them threw their hands on the air as Kamilah lowered the phone noticing the snake. "Why you didn't say it doesn't have legs?"

"I give up" Lily said as everyone laughed.

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It was Amy's turn as Jax and Kamilah tried to explain to her she is a donut something Kamilah hardly understood.

"Its a circle with a hole in it" Kamilah said casually as Lily laughed

"Um..i am sure its not what i have in mind" Amy tried to think innocently but she couldn't

"You eat it every night before sleep" Kamilah tried again but all she did was make Amy laugh

"Oh my god Kamilah you flirt"

The time was up as she revealed to herself that she was a donut "Girl i have that on video" Lily showed her laughing.

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"Goodnight guys and Happy Christmas Eve!!" Amy waved at them before they left their apartment.

Kamilah was sitting with a glass of wine in her hand looking at the city, a longing look in her eyes. Amy wrapped her arms around her kissing her cheek "whats wrong Grinch?"

"Is this a cute nickname?"

Amy rolled her eyes "No silly, just tell me what's wrong"

Kamilah turned around to face Amy who had the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen.

"Its just..i never liked Christmas because i didn't had someone to spend it with" sighing she took Amy's hands her eyes never leaving hers "i watched everyone laugh and smile, spending time with their families that it made me miss mine, it made me feel lonely"

Amy nodded for her to continue unable to find a response to that statement.

"But this year, i have you and i think i start to understand whats all this fuzz about. At the begging i thought it was just an excuse for mortals to shop and make cookies but now i see its about spending time with the ones you love"

Amy pressed a sweet kiss on Kamilah's lips smiling, a few tears running down her cheeks "I love you Kamilah"

"I love you too my love" Kamilah smiled so bright Amy wasn't sure she ever saw her so happy.

"I suppose i have something small for you" Kamilah said as she stood up reaching for a box she hid well

She handed her gift to Amy smiling "Oh you didn't had to"

"Just open it"

As she opened it she gasped, reading Kamilah's name on the neckless "Its so beautiful i--"

"I will be everywhere with you now" Kamilah added smiling

"Wow romantic Kamilah is the best one"

They shared a passionate kiss that turned to a make up session pretty fast but Amy broke the kiss gaining a groan from Kamilah

"I have a gift for you too" she said as she disappeared to the bedroom.

Kamilah wasn't prepared for the sight Infront of her. Amy was wearing a red sexy lingerie that hugged her body perfectly. Her eyes flashed red, knowing well she will enjoy her gift all night long.

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sherrybaby14 · 5 years

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The Option VIII

Summary: Spring is in the air and you are looking toward the future, while Bucky’s not ready to give up on the present.

Warnings: Little bit of smut, darkness (but not of the sexual variety), angst, paranoia, stupid decisions on both parties

Words: 5000

The nip of frost in the air was fading and the sun was strong enough Bucky almost took off his jacket. Spring was around the corner. That fact strained Bucky’s heart. This had been the best winter of his life. He never wanted it to end.

“What will happen to the animals when we leave?” Peach looked up from feeding the chickens. “Who will take care of them?”

“One thing to worry about at a time.” Bucky knew this conversation, she always started with a harmless question and snowballed into the larger one. With the change in weather, he was going to have to come up with a solution.

“Have you gave any more thought to America?” There was the first stab at it.

At least she didn’t lead with the question about her uncle. Bucky didn’t want to have this conversation. There was no chance it would end in anything but tears for her, but it was time.

“I don’t think that’s on the table Peach.” He put down the ax and walked over to her. “The people who are after you, any use of your name will trigger them. They’ll collect you. Even if it means crossing the ocean. Hiding is our best option.”

“What if we contact the press? Politicians? Bring light to the problem?” To most, she sounded confident, but Bucky saw through the façade. He imagined she’d been having this conversation in her head for some time.

“No guarantee that they will listen, or that they haven’t already been paid off.” Bucky walked up to her and pulled her into a hug. “Trust me Peach, there’s no going home after this.”

“We don’t know for sure he was in on it.” Peach spoke with hesitation.

Bucky had to stifle back the grunt of disappointment, not wanting to rehash the uncle argument again.

“I am the only person in the world who can help you. Who you can trust.” He rubbed his hand up and down her back. “I have your best interests at heart.”

“I can’t stay here forever.” She didn’t hide the quiver in her voice.

Bucky squeezed her tighter, knowing she was on the verge of tears. He didn’t like the singular.

“We won’t.” The snow at their feet was two inches deep, at the most, some patches of dead grass were even showing. “I’ll figure something out. Soon.”

After dinner Bucky took your hand and walked you to the stairs. You yawned as you headed up, both of you spent most of the day outside and the first few bouts of fresh air always made you tired.

“It’s not bedtime just yet Peach.” Bucky chuckled.

You squeezed his hand, glad he was up for some bedroom activities. You’d only had sex once the entire day and it was when you woke up. The constant orgasms gave you a distraction, but days like today allowed the thoughts you wanted buried to surface.

I am the only person in the world who can help you. You didn’t have a passport or any money or knew where you were really. You were one hundred percent dependent on him. That wasn’t right, it wasn’t natural. It made you feel like property, helpless. A shiver went down your spine.

You chastised yourself for thinking these things. Bucky cherished you, worshiped you. It wasn’t his fault you got caught up in this web.

But then again, you thought contacting the press was a good idea. They would hail him a hero for saving you. His point about not knowing if it would work made you sink. Was he right? How many articles have you read about human trafficking? Not a lot. In fact, you didn’t know a single survivor by name, and you couldn’t be the only one to get away.

Then there was the matter of your uncle’s involvement. How deep in was he? You figured once you got out of the country and back to the internet you would find the proof you needed. Did he host a press conference looking for you? Did he call the consulate? There would be some record if he cared.

“What’s bothering you Peach?” Bucky walked into your bedroom and turned around, sitting on the bed and pulling you into his lap.

“Nothing.” You didn’t want to worry him or say the wrong thing again.

He never did a good job hiding his disappointment and that almost hurt as much as the reality of what these thoughts meant. Bucky liked it. He liked being in control, he liked owning you. It didn’t matter that he hadn’t purchased you, you were his and completely at his mercy.

No. He would never hurt you. He loved you.

“I love you.” You said the phrase out loud, unclear on whether or not you were telling him or reassuring yourself.

Bucky beamed at you. That prideful look warmed you to your core. You draped your hands around his neck when he went in for a kiss. This was real. He was real. Nobody kissed anyone this way if there wasn’t true love behind it. The way his hand went to the back of your head and his lips were soft and demanding at the same time.

The excitement and want in you was instantaneous. His hands found the bottom of your shirt and you stood up, breaking the kiss as short as possible while you both peeled off your clothing.

When you were nude he sat back down, his fingers digging into your hips as he pulled you forward. You knew what he wanted and as you straddled him you gripped the base of his cock, lining it up with your pussy so you could impale yourself. Even when you were on top it was his choice.

Before you could begin the descent he grabbed you harder and pulled his lips away, pressing your foreheads together.

“Say it again.” He gulped. “Please say it again.”

“I love you.” There was no hesitation. You meant it. You loved him. “I’ll always love you.”

He let out a grunt of approval and pulled you down. You let go of his cock and brought your hands to his shoulders as you quaked with the fullness you’d craved all day.

“I love you.” His eyes bore into yours, even in the darkness of the room you could still make out the blue. “Forever.”

The intensity sent a chill through your body and excited you further. You rocked your hips while he lifted you up and down, bouncing on him and bringing your sensitive spot to life.

“Mmmmm.” You let out a moan when he pulled you all the way down, his cockhead poking at your cervix.

You started rocking faster, the still position allowing your clit to rub against his pelvis. This was unexpected, a rarity where you were going to control your own release. You picked up speed, bucking against him.

The spring tightened in your stomach and the pleasure was imminent. You broke this kiss and rested your head on his shoulder, moving even faster. The orgasm hit you with full force and you did not hold back the moans as you collapsed further onto him.

“What a good girl I have.” Bucky put an arm on the bed and one on your back as he spun you. “My good girl.”

You wanted that. To be his good girl. To be his. Your brain couldn’t focus on any other thought as he railed into you. His pumps bringing forward yet another wave of pleasure. He was fucking away all the bad thoughts. All the problems. Nothing else mattered as long as the two of you were together.

By the time Bucky finished you were in a state of pure Euphoria. You were laying on your stomach while he was on his side, his fingers lazily running up and down your spine. Sleep was seconds away and you welcomed the change in reality.

“Peach.” Bucky kissed your back. “I’ll figure it out. I promise. I won’t keep you here forever.”

In the back of your head you knew it was stupid, and you wished you could blame the sex messing with your judgment, but the question that had been gnawing at you for some time escaped your lips.

“If I wanted to leave, would you let me?” It was a nicer way of asking if you were a prisoner, but when Bucky’s hand stopped and his head left your back you knew he got the gist.

“Do you?” He shifted behind you. “Want to leave me?”

“No.” That was the truth too. You didn’t think you would ever find someone like him and weren’t sure how you’d gotten this lucky.

“Then what does it matter?” His arm covered your back and he laid down next to you.

Bucky’s answer was logical, but for some reason, it didn’t bring you the comfort you were looking for. Your eyes popped wide open and sleep slipped away. Instead, you starred out in the darkness and tried to keep the thoughts you couldn’t handle at bay. He loves you. You love him. He loves you. You love him. He loves you.

For the first time since Peach came into his life Bucky was terrified to fall asleep. He hadn’t had a nightmare since she was next to him, but he knew if he shut his eyes one wasn’t far behind.

It wouldn’t have been of the torture Hydra put him through. It would’ve been worse. Peach leaving him. That was not an option.

With the change in weather she was getting antsy. That was all. She had a right to ask questions. Even ones he didn’t like.

He knew she wasn’t sleeping either. Her breath didn’t carry the even keel he’d grown accustomed to. The right thing was to wake her up, talk to her, tell her the truth.

She wasn’t a prisoner, but he would never let her go. He knew what a control freak he was, and tonight he let her take the lead because he sensed that was what she needed.

Maybe that had been a mistake. Maybe that was why she asked that question. The one he didn’t know the answer to. Would he let her go? Never. Did that make her his prisoner?

He had to show her how safe she was with him. Peach was temperamental, and he didn’t want her terrified. In the morning he would show her the proof.

The question still left an ache. She wouldn’t leave him. She loved him. Bucky worshiped her. She would never leave him. Never. If pushed, he’d make sure of it.

To say you tossed and turned all night would be an understatement. When the sky finally lit up you rolled over to see if Bucky was awake. To your surprise, the bed next to you was empty.

You popped up and clutched the sheet to your chest, unable to remember the last time you woke up alone. Your body had grown used to orgasm to start the day and you frowned staring at the cold spot.

“Shit.” You brought your hand to your forehead as you rolled out of bed.

You should not have asked that question. How upset was he? The man treated you like a Princess and you again accuse him of being a jailer. What was wrong with you?

Just because you’re not locked in a dungeon, doesn’t mean you’re not locked away.

No. You shook away the thought when you ran to Bucky’s closet and dressed in the first thing that would fit you. You would apologize, show him how sorry you were. The guilt at even thinking such thoughts was tearing you apart.

“Bucky?” You rounded the stairs into the kitchen. “I shouldn’t have asked that question. Come back to bed. I’m so sorry.”

“I think you should sit down.” Bucky was standing at the kitchen table.

He didn’t look up and you couldn’t see his face.

“Can we please, just go back to bed?” Your lip trembled with fear. Fear that you’d upset him, not of what he was going to do to you. You told yourself that as you walked over to the table.

“You’re not in trouble.” Bucky looked up and there wasn’t anger in his eyes, more of a sadness, and that in and of itself was almost more devastating. “And I don’t want to talk about what you said last night. You’re not leaving me.”

“Never.” You walked over to the table.

“I should have shown this to you when I first saw it.” Bucky sat down first and you pulled out a chair.

He slid a piece of paper over to you. When you opened it up all you saw were words in another language. But then your heart dropped. There was a huge photo, taken from your facebook page. It wasn’t even a profile picture. How would they be able to see it?

“I don’t…how?” You looked up at Bucky.

“It says you’re missing and offers a large reward for information and an insanely large reward if it leads to your return alive.” Bucky folded his arms. “It also refers to you as darling niece.”

“So my uncle does care?” Rage flashed over you, ready to jump out and strangle Bucky.

But it fizzled almost instantaneously.

“He has enough money to offer giant rewards, but not enough to fly me directly into Istanbul?” The spike and drop of emotions made you too aware of your heartbeat and erratic breathing.

Bucky noticed too and he shot up from the table and came to your side. Placing one hand on your back and one hand on your chest.

“Breathe Peach.”

You grabbed on to his wrist, almost to steady yourself as you took in air.

“Maybe it doesn’t mean anything. Maybe the organization knew your uncle was looking for you.” Bucky was lying.

You knew and he knew it. But for some reason, it brought your nerves down. Accepting the lie for a little bit would lessen the pain.

“We’re not safe here.” You spun in the chair toward Bucky. “People in the market that day, saw me leave with you. I’m sure at least one of them called these people for the money.”

Bucky nodded. You reached out and ran your hand through his hair. That was why he cut it. He knew.

“It wasn’t safe to travel in the snow. There wasn’t a choice, but to stay here.” Bucky tried to keep calm.

Part of you was annoyed he kept this information, but for the most part, you were grateful. You would’ve spent the last few months terrified and on edge. You shut your eyes and took a deep breath.

You’d been living in a fantasy land with Bucky. Pretty much forgetting how much danger you were in. What would happen if they found you? They would separate the two of you, sell you to someone. It made you want to throw up.

“Eckkk.” You keeled over and started to dry heave.

Bucky swooped you up and carried you to the bathroom. Your stomach continued to try to expel nothing while Bucky rubbed your back.

“Calm down Peach.” He whispered in your ear. “Try to focus on me. You’re having a panic attack.”

You shut your eyes and zoned everything out, concentrating on Bucky’s hand rubbing your back.

“That’s good Peach.” Up and down. “Good girl.”

Your senses stopped flaring and your stomach stopped turning. You lifted your head and Bucky took your hand, pulling you back up on wobbly feet.

“We have to leave.” Bucky guided you back to the kitchen table. “Now. Today. Please. I can’t stay here anymore.”

“I have a contact in France. Once we get there he can set you up with a new identity, passport, everything.” Bucky pulled the other chair so it was next to you. “From there, I figure we’ll take a boat. Less risky than the airport. Head to Central America. Try to disappear.”

“Okay.” You were numb and would agree to anything right now. “Wait, like a cruise ship?”

“I don’t know.” Bucky shrugged. “Maybe. We’ll figure it out once we cross the border.”

“My picture is going to be everywhere.” You cringed. “The whole country is looking for me.”

“I don’t think to change your hair is going to cut it.” Bucky cracked his jaw. “It would be easier to climb the mountain into Romania, but we’d have to wait another month and you don’t have any sort of climbing gear.”

You shook your head. Your nerves wouldn’t survive a month.

“I’m going to have to get us a car, figure out a way to hide you, maybe a false trunk.” Bucky sighed. “But that means I either steal one or buy one. Either way, it involves me going into town.”

“Won’t stealing one draw more attention?” You wondered how many people described Bucky. Were they looking for him too?

“This country doesn’t exactly have car dealerships.” Bucky kissed your shoulder. “I’ll have to find someone who is selling a car and then meet with them. Stealing might be easier. It will have to have a trunk too.”

“Do it.” You didn’t care in the slightest. “Whatever will get us out of here the fastest.”

“Alright.” Bucky stood up.

“Today?” You looked over at him.

“Today.” He nodded.

You stood up from the table and wrapped your arms around his neck. He pulled you closer and his hand cupped your head as he placed a light kiss on top of it.

“I’m sorry, Bucky.” Tears burned your eyes. “I’ll never leave you. I promise.”

Bucky should have planned this out weeks, if not months ago. He was too busy enjoying himself and now it felt rushed.

At least he felt justified in his decision to keep the flyer from Peach. He wasn’t expecting her to accept it this quickly and thought she would more think it was legitimate from her uncle. But the response was her nerve frazzled.

She would have never relaxed once the entire winter if she’d known. Of course, it didn’t change anything but somehow made it real. Bucky could relate to that.

He stomped his feet on the basement floor. Would there be time? Or maybe he was ready to leave it behind. Either way, he couldn’t worry now.

Bucky went to his shelf and pulled the box out of the hiding spot. He took out a gun and a stack of cash as well as the lock picking kit. He was about to put it away when a bad feeling hit him.

He reached into the box and pulled out another pistol. Was Peach capable of defending herself?

Would you let me leave?

He knew Peach like no other. Did she really accept the flyer as fact that quickly or was she up to something? Why was she so insistent on today? Red flags started popping up.

Bucky grabbed a duffle bag off the top shelf. He empties the cash and weapons into the bag and did a survey of the basement. Anything else they would have to take?

He grabbed the medic bag and then remembered he had another cash bag in the crawl space. He moved some boxes and got that too.

Peach wouldn’t leave him. He trusted her. But there was still something hanging over him that this was an act. There was a brief flash of anger when he said the beloved niece line. Was she just waiting for him to leave? Did she still not accept he was her only option?

Even if she didn’t know what was good for her Bucky did. And if she wanted to be sneaky, two could play at that game.

You should have spent the last few months getting ready for today, but instead, you’d spent them in bed with Bucky. Not that it was a waste, but now it felt like things were moving at lightning speed and you were useless.

“Hey, are you alright?” Bucky came up from the basement holding three huge duffle bags.

“It’s sort of surreal.” You stood up from the table. “Can I do anything to help? Should I pack?”

“We’re going to leave everything we don’t need.” Bucky opened the cabinets under the sink and put the duffle bags inside. “When we cross the border I want it to look like I’m coming back.”

Everything was on him. You sighed and looked at the ground. This house once felt like the safest place on earth, but now it felt like you were being hunted and your sole protector was about to leave you along.

“Everything will be okay Peach.” Bucky walked over to the table.

You looked up at him as he eyed you. He was taking in your face like it was the last time he was going to see it. You stood up to meet him.

“What if we went together?” It was dangerous for him too. “I’ll hide in a bush with the bags while you steal the car?”

“Do you want someone to see you?” Bucky’s eyes narrowed.

“What? No!” You put your arms around his waist. “Truthfully, I’m scared. I don’t want to be alone. We’re not the only people who will be taking advantage of the snow melting. These people, they could be closing in on us.”

“You know I love you Peach? That I would do whatever it took to protect you? Keep you safe?” Bucky kissed the top of your head and ran his fingers through your hair.

“I know.” You didn’t like his tone like he was justifying something. He was still mad about your question last night. “I’m grateful. For everything.”

Bucky sighed before stepping out of your grasp.

“I’ll be gone for a few hours.” He grabbed your hands and kissed both of them. “I know it makes you uncomfortable, but I want you armed. Shoot anyone who comes to the door who isn’t me.”

You cringed at the thought. Were you capable of that? Hurting someone? Killing them?

“Shit.” Bucky reached around. “I forgot the gun in the basement. Could you go grab it? I left it on the far side.”

You nodded and turned towards the stairs. You paused in the doorway. The basement was awful, and the far side was the worst part. You didn’t step foot in there unless you absolutely had to.

Bucky knew that. You turned to ask him to get the gun, but he stepped into the bathroom. Besides, he was taking care of everything. It was the least you could do.

You took the steps two at a time and when you landed went straight towards the back. You turned and went into the other side and headed for Bucky’s shelves. You expected to see a gun sitting out, but there wasn’t anything out of place.

There was a tiny window above the random toilet, and that was the only light in the short area. Your eyes scanned the shelves again, wondering if you missed it.

“HEY BUCKY.” You didn’t know if he would be able to hear you from back here so you turned to go back into the other section.

You stopped in your tracks when you saw him standing in the doorway, your heart jumping in your throat.

“This is for your own good Peach.” Bucky started sliding the metal door.

“WHAT?” You lunged forward. “Nooo!”

The metal snapped into place and you started beating your fists.

“Why?” You weren’t claustrophobic, but you didn’t understand what he was doing. “Let me out!”

“You’re not thinking clearly Peach.” Bucky’s voice was on the other side. “I won’t be able to do this if I don’t know you’re safe.”

Your hand went to the knob and you tried to tug, but the thing wouldn’t budge.

“Please don’t leave me down here!” You continued to slap the door. “I wasn’t going to run. What if someone shows up?”

“Stay quiet Peach.” Bucky hesitated. “I don’t think it will come to that, but if you hear someone hide.”

“NO!” You slapped the door again. “LET ME OUT!! LET ME OUT!!”

“I’ll only be gone a few hours.” Bucky’s voice shook. “I can’t lose you. I need you to trust me.”

“No. No. No. No!” You yanked on the door handle again. “Please, I’ll be so good. I promise I’ll be your Peach, I’ll be your good girl. I love you. I’ll never leave you ever. Just let me out.”

Your tears started to fall. The other side of the door was silent, but you knew he was still there.

“Don’t leave me down here. Please!”

“A few hours. Behave.” There was a push off the door.

“Bucky?” You slapped the door. “BUCKY DON’T LEAVE ME!”

Silence. He was gone. You cried as you slid down the door to the floor. No longer able to hide what had been staring you in the face the entire time: you were his prisoner.

Bucky didn’t like any of this. He hated leaving Peach alone. He hated hearing locking her in the basement. He hated hearing her scream and beg. But he didn’t have the time to dedicate to making sure he could trust her right now and if all he could think about was her running away then he wouldn’t be able to do his job.

His bike neared the main road, about two miles away from the house. He turned and headed to the same town he saw Peach’s poster in. Bucky didn’t like the idea of visiting it again, but it was the closest one.

Twenty minutes there, probably an hour to find a car and twenty minutes back. Finding the car was going to be the hard part. People who lived in tiny towns didn’t have them. It was the ones in the country who needed the transportation and the houses around here were intentionally hidden as well as Bucky’s was.

He didn’t want to worry Peach with that information. It was worrying him enough. The last thing he wanted was to draw attention to himself, so if he couldn’t steal one then he would have to talk to someone about buying one.

It might be quicker though. He could picture it already in his head. Go to the restaurant, ask the bartender who could get him a car, then go meet some shady guy. Tell him what Bucky needed. Pay him a deposit. Pick up the car the next day.

It wasn’t a horrible plan, the only problem was interacting with minimum of two people and the waiting for the next day part.

But it would get him home to Peach faster. They could have one last night together in the house. He didn’t want to cross the border at night anyway. That drew too much suspicion.

He decided to keep his options open. If there was a perfect car he could nab he would do it, or else he would take the purchase route. Bucky accelerated the bike, eager to get this over with and back to his Peach.

“I wasn’t going to run.” Your back was against the metal door, with your feet in front of you.

All the concerns you had about your situation with Bucky vanished the second you saw that flyer. So what if he was controlling? Did you care? Didn’t you get off on it in fact? Didn’t you like making him happy? Weren’t you happy?

Why did you have to make that comment? Why couldn’t you let things stay as they were?

This was your fault. You’d forced Bucky into locking you down here, but that didn’t make you hate him any less for it.

All your illusions about everything were shattered. Your uncle had sold you to a sex trafficking ring. Said traffickers were searching for you as close as the nearest town. Your lover had no problem locking you up in a dungeon. You were fucked. Your life was fucked.

Right now the trapped feeling was making you itch. You pushed yourself up from the floor and started to fan your shirt, hoping to get some air. Then your eyes went straight for the window above the toilet.

There was no way you could fit out of it, maybe an arm to wave around, but to what end?

“Hey traffickers, I’m down here?” You laughed. Things were so fucked you’d gone delirious.

But you could use some air. The ceiling was low in the basement, but the pipes made it difficult to reach where the latch was.

You stepped up on the seat and managed to fit your hand between the pipes. You undid the lock and gave it a push, but nothing happened. The thing was sealed shut.

Pretty much all of your fears were confirmed, you were not the first person locked in the basement. It was designed to hold someone. You were stuck down here until Bucky got back.

What if he didn’t? You covered your mouth to stop the scream. What if he didn’t come back? What if something happened to him and you were locked down here forever?

You turned around, crouched on top of the toilet, trying to talk yourself out of another panic attack when a glimmer in the boards above the door caught your eye.

You jumped off the toilet, taking giant steps until you made it to the door and reached up, feeling under the ledge.

If anything this made you realize locking you down here wasn’t forethought. It was never planned. Your fingers grabbed the key. You were shaking when it slid right into the lock and turned with ease.

You shoved the metal door and it slid right open. If Bucky had put any thought into it whatsoever he would have been more prepared. Maybe you weren’t a prisoner after all.

A/N: Thank you for reading!

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #marvel fanfic #fanfic #reader insert

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darlingrutherford · 4 years

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For those who aren't aware, it's @bigfan-fanfic's birthday!! Happy Birthday, my dear friend! Because I couldn't get your lovely Tash or our One Big Happy Family AU out of my head, here's a little birthday ficlet for you! 🥳🎂🎁 Hope you like it! ❤️

The Inquisitor's Birthday

“Mom, I'm going to trip!”

“Just keep holding my hands, I won't let you fall.”

Despite his concern, Tash couldn't help the grin plastered on his face as he followed Lana blindly across what felt like uneven terrain. The young Inquisitor had just been on his way to a meeting with his advisors when his mom had intercepted him, blindfolded him, and led him away from his duties, insisting that his advisors would understand. Snow crunched under the Vashoth’s boots. He had no idea where his mother was leading him, but he found himself rather excited for whatever it could be.

“Dad isn't going to try to scare me again, is he?” Tash asked.

“I think he learned his lesson last time,” Lana laughed as she recalled the high pitched yelp that had left Alistair the last time he had spooked Tash and their poor son had shocked him with his magic in defense.

“He's not mad about it, is he?” Tash bit his tongue as he thought about it. He had felt terrible about it; Alistair had always enjoyed surprising Tash, and Tash enjoyed it as well, but his dad had caught him early in the morning after a particularly harrowing dream that had left him on edge.

“Of course not,” Lana said, and Tash felt a wave of relief at the lightness in her voice. “You know he would have talked to you if he was upset. He can handle a shock. It's not the first time he's been burned by a bit of lightning magic.”

“Have you ever shocked him?”

“Me? Um…” Lana trailed off, suddenly thankful for the scarf tied over her son's eyes as her face flushed. Of course she had, but… Tash didn't need to know the details of that. “Ah, here we are. Stand right here for just a moment.”

Tash strained to listen as he heard more crunching in the snow. He could hear his mother walking away from him, rustling with something, then listened to her walk back to him and felt her hand on his shoulder.

“All right. Ready?” Lana pulled the knot at the back of the sash loose. Everything was blinding white for a moment as Tash's eyes adjusted to the light. They were in a clearing in the woods near Skyhold, evergreens peppered with white snow surrounding them in what was most likely a nice glen in the summer. First Lana came into focus in front of him along with the trees, and then the silhouette of Alistair and their mabari, Bryn, a few yards away.

“Happy Birthday!” His parents chimed out while Bryn barked in unison. Tash couldn't help but beam at the sight before him. A thick blanket was laid out in front of Alistair, reminiscent of the picnics they often had together before everything happened with the Inquisition. There were goodies and a cake decorated with fruit and candles, as well as a few blankets for keeping warm in the winter climate. A pot was filled with some kind of hot liquid, and as the steam traveled towards him Tash could clearly make out the scent of hot cocoa. Tash laughed as Alistair walked over and scooped him up into a tight hug which Lana quickly joined in on.

“How did you get it all out here?” Tash asked in amazement as he hugged his dad in return.

“It wasn't easy, especially the cocoa,” Alistair admitted as he set Tash down. “We had to keep it a secret from everyone, otherwise Sera might have laced the cocoa with who knows what.”

“What do you think? Care to miss a meeting and have some birthday treats with us?” Lana asked. Tash opened his mouth to bring up how he didn't want to disappoint his advisors, but his father knew him too well and interjected before he could speak.

“Duty can wait,” Alistair said. “You may be Inquisitor, but you're also my son, and I insist.”

“Mmmmm…” Tash elongated the sound, leading his parents on as he pretended to think long and hard about it before saying enthusiastically, “Okay!”

The three of them sat on the blanket in the snow, wrapped in blankets of their own. Lana had enchanted the area to create a gentle warmth, just enough to take the chill out of the air, but to still encourage them all to drink lots of cocoa. Bryn howled along as Tash's parents sang Happy Birthday to him, his little tail wagging excitedly in anticipation of eating some cake himself as the young Inquisitor blew out his candles.

“Hold on, hold on.” Alistair held out his hand as Lana began cutting into the cake, his eyes squinting as he observed it. “This can't be right. Lana, you put twelve candles on the cake.”

“Dad, I am twelve,” Tash laughed. His mother's eyes quickly rolling at Alistair's antics didn't go unnoticed, but was at this point rather an expected reaction which Alistair playfully ignored.

“No, no, that can't be. I distinctly remember you turning ten last year.”

“Did not!”

“Uh-huh!”

“I hope you didn't wish for your father to grow up as well, because you may have wasted a wish if so,” Lana teased as she handed a small plate with a slice of cake to Tash.

“I didn't,” Tash replied with a grin. “I'm smarter than that.”

“Wounded, and by my own son, no less!” Alistair mockingly gasped as he feigned hurt at his heart and fell to his side while Tash and Lana laughed at his dramatic act.

The small family dug into the cake. They talked the whole time, about Tash's adventures with the Inquisition, stories Lana and Alistair had from the Blight and after, when Tash was much younger and still learning the ways of the world. Their laughter and happy voices carried into the air, filling the grove with warmth. Tash wouldn't dare repeat his wish aloud, being told always how it wouldn't come true if spoken. Deep down, though, he knew he had made the right wish: for the end of the madness with Corypheus; for the time to find the cure to stop the song that sung so loudly in his parent's minds; and for many, many more days like this, when his happy family could laugh, and talk, and spend time just being them. Sure, it may have counted as more than one wish, but, with everything that had happened in the past year, Tash figured the Maker owed him.

#happy birthday lovely!!#tash adaar #alistair theirin #lana surana #Lanistair #dragon age #dragon age inquisition #one big happy family au #my OCs #mutuals ocs #my writing #fanfiction

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bravo7251 · 4 years

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Bubble Tea - Chapter 1

Calli walked down the hall to her apartment. Her wavy, brown hair brushed her shoulders as she strode with a bounce in her step. Today was the last day of the semester, so she was planning to go to the rollerblading rink in celebration. She turned the key in the in the lock and swung the door open to see a smirking man leaning on her kitchen island. Calli immediately dropped her bags and practically tackled him in a hug. “Dallas!” she cried, overjoyed to see her brother again, “It’s so good to see you! What are you doing here?” “Good to see you too, little sis,” he laughed, “I’m here because I haven’t seen you in forever and Ma told me you were on your summer break now. The maids let me in.” “Haven’t seen me in forever? You silly nut, I’ve only been in college for a year and I made sure to call you at least once a month.” “Well, yeah, but I miss you coming home every day and telling me all the smart things you learned at school. Plus, I was worried you were gonna get too busy with the classes full of them kale sipping smart folks and forget to come home.” Calli stepped out of their hug with an expression of mock offense. “I will have you know, I am quite fond of kale smoothies.” “They look like alien goo,” he responded, a look of surprise and disgust on his face. “Have you ever tasted one”

“No” “Well you should. They are a perfectly healthy meal alternative.” “Still alien goo.” “No, it’s not!” At least they still argued like siblings. Calli put her backpack on the island and plopped herself on the couch. Dallas followed, making a well in the cushions that she fell into. She sighed and took a moment to enjoy her brother’s presence. He was a nice person to lean on since she only came up to his shoulders. Dallas had always been big and tall, ever since Calli could remember. After he got hired as a carpenter, he had gotten in shape from running around to grab wodden planks and heavy toolboxes. She looked up at his hazel eyes, wide smile, and beautiful brown curls that always had a little bit of sawdust in them. A thought dawned on her “I think I know a west coast drink you would like,” Calli grinned. Dallas looked at her with a raised eyebrow. “You get that look on your face when you’re up to something,” he said, thinking for a moment before continuing, “What is it?”

“Have you ever tried boba before?” she asked her skeptical brother. “No. Is it alien goo?” That was a legitimate question, but it made Calli laugh. “No, it’s from Japan, I think,” she said, getting up to grab her keys and wallet, “It’s supposed to be tea, but it’s really sweet and has all these tasty chewy things in it. You want to go get some?” Dallas was still skeptical, but Calli was so excited to show him, he couldn’t refuse. He got up off the couch and took the keys from her. Calli was surprised, but only for a moment. “Ah, yes. How could my dear brother let me drive when I must be so terribly tired from my schoolwork. Oh, the thought is just horrendous!” she gushed sarcastically, placing the back of her hand dramatically on her forehead. “Something like that,” Dallas said, smiling and holding the door open for his sister. Calli trotted through, pecking him on the cheek as she passed. He closed and locked the door behind him. Dallas whistled and spun the keyring on his finger as the two siblings walked down the hall to the parking lot. Two wrong turns and a short detour later, they pulled into the strip mall and parked the car. Dallas started to get out of the car, but Calli insisted he stay and enjoy the AC in the summer heat. “It’ll only take a minute,” she chirped, closing the door behind her. Calli walked into the little bubble tea shop she had come to love over the past year. The fake bamboo and pastel colors always brought a smile to her face. Whenever she came, a friendly blonde boy would always greet her with a “hey Calli!” and make her the usual before she even asked. She normally came in the evening though, so he wasn’t on his shift right now. Calli ordered a milk tea for herself and a snow bubble for Dallas. The cashier handed her her drinks with an enthusiastic smile and a “have a nice day”. Calli skipped back to the car as Dallas rolled down the window, letting a blast of cool air and John Denver into the parking lot. She climbed into the car and took their drinks out of the bag. Calli presented the bubble tea to her brother with a small ‘ta da’. He inspected his cup as she stabbed her straw through the plastic film lid. “It’s just a slushie with stuff in it,” he said after a moment of thought. Dallas took a sip and gave a moan of satisfaction as the sweetness hit his lips. “Mmmmm, this is so good.” They both sat in the car as they drank their delicious, chewy treats. Dallas drank it so fast, he almost choked when a tapioca ball hit the back of his throat. They both laughed and sung along with the songs on the radio while they finished their drinks. Calli threw the receipt in the glove compartment as Dallas started up the car. She was about to slam it closed when she saw a scribble on the back. She picked it up, un-crumpled it, and read the note. “Cashier girl”, she.. left me her phone number? There was a little heart next to her signature. “Call me”.

#fluff #oc ship #bubble tea #chapter one

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musingmycelium · 5 years

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MMMMM gonna be THAT person and ask alllll the questions for the quizzy as companion meme for whomever you desire :D

:0! under a read more for obvious reasons ljlkjlkjlkjkj

1, 8, and 9 answered here

2. How would they meet the Inquisitor? depends on how they came to the inquisition! if he came with idrilla, and honestly that means linayel too, then he would meet the quizzy upon arrival to skyhold, having sent word of their visit beforehand [though not too far before]. if by himself he would just show up and request audience with them -making himself available as an agent.

3. What would some of their cutscenes look like?!! his haven cutscene -if triggered with appropriate approval- would be in the woods outside the main settlement, he’d take the quizzy out into the quiet snow and share some dalish mead with them and offer conversation if they would like it and silence if they don’t. at the end he’ll tell them they were looking overwhelmed and taking a step back to breathe always aides with that.a high approval quizzy can get a cutscene at skyhold in the garden: da’ean tending plants until he notices quizzy walking over, at which point he’ll ask if quizzy has ever tended plants before and will offer to show them what he’s been growing.

4. What would their romance route look like? Would they be romancable?ever a quiet romantic da’ean is

5. If they romanced someone as Inquisitor, would they still fall for that person as a companion? How would that play out? How would they react to that person being romanced by the “new” Inquisitor?yes! so da’ean romances dorian and the iron bull in my canon, and depending on the quizzy he would romance an unromanced bull or dorian or both still. their relationship is pretty solid, though with da’ean as a companion there would be a few changes to their dynamic mostly in terms of da’ean doesn’t have to deal with the trauma of being quizzy lkjkljklj if either of them are romanced by the quizzy he’d approve so long as quizzy treats them well!

6. Write some of their party banter (in reaction to major events, scenery dialogue, or just shitting around. Askers can specify for which character/event, or leave it up to the writer).this honestly deserves a post of its own so like, i’ll do that.... later.....

7. What would be on their tombstone in the fade (what is their greatest fear)?da’ean’s tombstone read: Silenced and Forgotten

10. If Inquisition operated like DA:O, what would their gift items be? What would their approval and disapproval Feast Day items be?:o i don’t have the feast day dlc so i’ll skip that since i don’t have a base of ref for it lmao. his regular gift items would be flowers, dalish artifacts, and books. the two which would trigger cutscenes would be a small halla charm -a high approval quizzy would learn here about his sister, and an ancient looking book written in a mix of elvhen and arcaic tevene -da’ean would excitedly talk about it and with dorian’s help translate the book revealing it to be a dalish songbook.

11. How would they grow as a person? How would they compare at the end of the Inquisition as a companion to who they were as the Inquisitor?at the beginning da’ean is more reserved and less likely to actively engage with the quizzy, as he gets more comfortable and gets to know the quizzy he’ll open up quite drastically. in terms of character growth da’ean goes from someone who is still tied to the past and doesn’t look to the future into someone who actively makes the future the best it can be for himself and those he cares about -effectively taking his head out of his ass and learning to cope healthily with the past.

12. Do they believe the Herald of Andraste is really the Herald of Andraste?absolutely the fuck not. if the quizzy is also dalish there would be dialogue between them for how da’ean believes the quizzy is sent by mythal but otherwise no he doesn’t believe in the maker one whit, and andraste isn’t exactly in his good graces.

13. If the Herald didn’t have them tag along to prep the trebuchets, what would they do during the battle for Haven? (bonus: would they join in on the impromptu Dawn Will Come choir practice in the camp?)da’ean would organize the younger members of the inquisition and ensure they make it out of haven safely. and lmao he has a lovely singing voice but a chantry song will never fall from his lips

14. What nickname does Varric give them?songbird. which da’ean finds hilarious since his name means little bird

15. Without the influence of their decisions for the Inquisition, which of the companions do they get along with? Which ones do they bicker with?da’ean gets along well with bull and dorian [duh] and sera the best, though he is also friends with viv and solas and varric! he bickers the most with solas and cass.

16. What would the Fear Demon say to them in the Fade to try and discourage them?I HAVE. DIALOGUE I WROTE AGES AGO.... FROM MY LONGFIC SO I’M GONNA REDUCE, REUSE, RECYCLE THAT SHIT

“You’ll fail the Inquisition just like you failed your sister.” The silken voice of the Nightmare sent shivers running up Da’ean’s spine. He couldn’t explain the sense of wrong the voice gave him, even as the words it spoke wriggled their way into Da’ean’s thoughts like worms. The lie based on truth; how many times had he told himself it was his fault before, how many nights had he spent in fear of his own incompetence and inability to protect those he cared about. How long must he carry this guilt, a month ago he would have thought he would never be free of it. Helpless to his terror.

Now; as he saw the snarl on Dorian’s lips, the hard glint in Bull’s eye, the outrage pouring out from Solas’s entire body, he knew, he knew it was not through any fault of his own. His soiled past was not something he could change, but right here, right now, he could move on. He could chose to leave everything that burdened him in the hands of those who came with him. He could ease the burdens they carried without fear of making things worse.“Doubt me all you want, but you know the truth. It’s your fault the slavers caught her, and it will be your fault when Corypheus captures the world.” The Nightmare must be feeling desperate, it had already gone after Hawke and Stroud, and now it was focusing solely on Da’ean. The breath-warm air and disorienting light was causing him enough problems, but if the Nightmare grew bored of him, he would move on to his next target.

“If you think those are new thoughts Nightmare, you are dead wrong.” They were close, they had to be close to the rift. If Da’ean could hold his attention until they could flee, the rest of the part wouldn’t have to deal with it.“I’ve accepted my mistakes, I know what I’ve done.” The hard knot of old anxiety in Da’ean’s chest was gradually unravelling; his newfound beliefs, hard won and solid, slowing taking its place. “I am stronger for knowing myself, what about you Nightmare? What have you done that you regret, what things haunt your dreams?”

maker that’s old but i’m not gonna edit it bc i’m lazy and its late lkjljlkjklj

17. Where do they hang out in the Winter Palace? What’s their thoughts on the nobles/The Game?he’d be out on the open. area. thing??? where dorian is stan-THE COURTYARD, he’d be chillin in the courtyard. da’ean couldn’t give a nug’s ass about the nobles or the game and will show some harsh contempt for those in the palace with their noses in the air around him like he’s not even there.

18. What’s their reaction to a dragon showing up?“fuck this but also fuck this” and high fives bull

19. Once Corypheus is beaten, what do they do during the party? Do they stay with the Inquisition, or go somewhere else? What could the Inquisitor do to convince them to stay?during the party he’d be talking/drinking with sera and after the inquisition depends on his romance options. if he romanced dorian he’d follow him to tevinter bc Fuck You Bioware eat my entire ass to make sure he’s safe and to chill in the background since there’s no going back home. if he romanced bull or bull and dorian he would travel with the chargers as the newest member to the crew. a high approval quizzy could convince them to stay only if romanced

20. How do they react to learning abominations can retain their consciousness and identity, and even live peacefully with their spirits/demons, as seen in Stone-Bear Hold?psst. pssssssst... the dalish already know and you can take that hc from my cold dead hands.... BUT he’d be excited to see it recognized and would want to talk with the augur extensively

21. What do they think of the discoveries made in the Deep Roads? Do they make any comments on anything?Buck Fuckin Wild is da’ean’s take on the deep roads. he doesn’t like the claustrophobic feel they give him, he does have Some Thoughts on the titans and talks about them with idrilla.

22. If you have another Inquisitor, how would those two get along, specifically?UUUHHHHH i have his older sister idrilla who isn’t a quizzy normally but in an au she might have been the quizzy and they get along great!

23. In trespasser, what “gift” would they give the Inquisitor, if any?a halla charm! one linayel carved for just this purpose and it’s threaded on a strip of leather.

24. What are their plans for after the Exalted Council? Will the Inquisition staying in tact or being disbanded make a difference?he goes back to doing what he was doing before it, it doesn’t change much unless he was romanced and then its dependant on player choice

25. In the alternate reality, if they were corrupted with lyrium, how do they act? What’s their attitude about the end of the world/their inevitable death? oh fuck da’ean would fall deeper into depression, lose all sense of time/meaning and he would just end up with total and complete apathy

#OWEN #I'M GONNA DIE #HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH #THANK YOU I LOVE YOU #thanks for the ask!#my ocs #da'ean lavellan #goblin-deity

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thegreatwhiteferret · 6 years

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I’m Lucky I’m In Love With My Best Friend

Summary: Richie and Eddie honeymoon in Costa Rica

Pairing: Reddie

Rating: Explicit

A/N: This one is for you, Megan ( @theriodiaries ) . I hope it helps make you feel a little bit better. I love you, Darling, I hope you know how special and wonderful you are. 💖💖💖

NSFW Under the Cut...

Eddie smiled as he looked out at the shore line, the crystal clear water cresting and tumbling over itself. The sun was shining bright, and the whole world just felt ethereal. Eddie took a deep breath, fresh air filling his lungs. Costa Rica was beautiful, Eddie felt more at peace than he had in years.

Eddie’s smile widened when he felt arms wrap around him, a solid body pressing into his back, and soft lips making there way to his neck. He let out a little giggle at the feeling.

“Good morning, Sleepy Head, or should I say afternoon?” He teased, and got a short groan in return as he was squeezed tighter.

“What can I say? My super hot and amazing husband kept me up all night. I just can’t seem to say no to him when he’s begging for my…”

“Beep beep, Richie. Don’t ruin the moment.” Eddie cut him off, diverting his attention back to the scene off of their balcony. Richie let out a soft chuckle and straightened himself out, resting his chin on top of Eddie’s head.

“Sorry, Baby. It sure is beautiful here, huh? Way better than back home.” Richie mused. Eddie nodded in agreement. It was twenty degrees and snowing back in Derry, it was most definitely miserable if Stan’s most recent snap was any indication, but Eddie knew that even if they were in the freezing cold everything would be okay as long as he had Richie with him. He fidgeted with the platinum band on his left ring finger a little bit. “Penny for your thoughts? They’re awfully loud.”

“I’m just thinking about how much I love you, and how lucky I am to be in love with my best friend in the whole world, and married to him.” Eddie said, pulling away to look up at his husband. Richie smiled back down at him, black curls wild and all over the place, freckles dotting his slightly pink tinged face, and those brown eyes shining brightly behind his glasses like they always did when he was looking at Eddie.

“I love you too, Hubby.” Richie replied, leaning down to press a sweet kiss to Eddie’s lips. It wasn’t rushed, no hidden purpose, just a soft display of their love. They were married now, they didn’t have to rush anything or worry about being pulled apart from each other. They had all the time in the world, all of the possibilities, they belonged to each other. Richie pulled away and Eddie curled into his touch, enjoying the feeling of being wrapped tight in Richie’s arms, bare skin on bare skin. “So what do you want to do today, Spaghetti Man? There’s jet skis, or we can lay on the beach all day, or we can go swim with dolphins…” Eddie perked up at that suggestion, bouncing on the balls of his feet with excitement like he was a little kid.

“Can we please go and swim with the dolphins, that sounds amazing?” Eddie asked, and Richie just smiled back down at him. He loved this man so much.

“Of course, Eddie. Why don’t you go put some clothes on first? I don’t need all of the other people on the tour ogling over that hot ass of yours.” Richie said with a wink and Eddie rolled his eyes a little before pressing a kiss to Richie’s cheek and hurrying off to get dressed.

“That was amazing, Richie, I can’t believe that we got to see whales and turtles too. And the dolphins! I never thought that I would be okay with a sea creature kissing my face, but that was magical. This whole trip has been so perfect.” Eddie rambled on as they walked hand in hand along the beach. They had just gotten back from their dolphin tour and it was late afternoon. The sun was beginning to drop in the sky a little, and it set a romantic glow over everything.

“I’m so glad you liked it, Baby Boy.” Richie told him, swinging their hands slightly between them. They moved towards a little bar on the beach to get some drinks. Richie smiled politely at the man behind the counter. “Can I have a margarita please and a peach daquiri for this one.” He ordered, and Eddie pinched his side fondly.

He wandered off to find a place for the two of them to sit with their drinks. He plopped himself down, tucking his knees to his chest. He watched as a few couples waded through the water, playfully splashing each other. Their happiness made Eddie smile. He didn’t even notice that Richie had joined him again until a sugary peach colored drink was being waved in front of his face.

“Thank you, Love.” Eddie said, taking the drink and sipping from the straw. The drink was sweet and refreshing on his tongue and he closed his eyes, savoring it. Richie watched him thoughtfully. Costa Rica had done wonders for Eddie. His dark hair was wavy, curling slightly at the ends. His skin was golden and glowing, even more so than normal, and was being shown off by Eddie’s impossibly short swim shorts. He would never give short shorts up, and Richie never wanted him to. Eddie turned his attention to him suddenly and laughed when Richie tried to act like he hadn’t just been staring. “You know, Tozier. You’re officially my husband, so you’re kind of allowed to stare.” Richie rolled his eyes and laughed.

“I’ll keep that in mind, Tozier.” He took a sip from his margarita and laced their fingers together. “Eds, you’re happy right? Happy that we got married even though…” He broke off from his thought. Eddie did know, they had been met with some resistance, even from their friends. They understood their concerns, but it was and had always been them against the world in way. They had been in love with each other since way before either of them knew what that meant.

“I am beyond happy. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, and I don’t care that we are young...really young, this is perfect. You and I, we are simply meant to be.” Eddie said honestly, reaffirming his feelings for Richie.

They were young. Eddie had just turned eighteen the week before, and Richie only two months prior. They were high school seniors, still counting down the days to graduation, but they had taken a step forward into their adult lives already. Everyone knew that they would get married one day, but they figured that they would wait a bit longer.

The Losers were a little concerned when Richie and Eddie had told them about their plan, but they came around to it. Bill and Bev had painted and decorated the tiny loft apartment that they had rented from Bev’s Aunt Clara above her florist shop. Stan had organized every single possession that they owned into the space, and Mike had built them the most beautiful dining set that Eddie had ever seen in his entire life. Ben had helped them find the perfect little chapel outside of Derry to exchange their vows.

The Losers were in attendance of course, as well as Richie’s mom, Mike’s grandparents, Bev’s Aunt Clara, and Stan’s parents. They were the supportive adults that they had in their lives, and although they all had some reservations about how young Richie and Eddie were, but they also knew how strong the love that the two of them shared was, and how stubborn they were.

Eddie had worn a lavender suit jacket with black pants, a white button down, and a black and white polka dot bow tie, courtesy of Bev. Richie wore a suit jacket and pants, with one of his crazy hawaiian shirts underneath, an orange tie, and a pair of vans sneakers. Stan had tried desperately to talk him out of it, but Richie was having none of it. Eddie knew who he was marrying, and accepted him for who he was. They got married by a man who had an accent like Elvis, without the cheesy costume, and shared personalized vows with each other. There was not a dry eye in that chapel, and everyone clapped as they shared their first kiss and walked out hand in hand as husbands.

The trip to Costa Rica had been a joint surprise from all of the Losers and Maggie. They had pooled their money together, and Maggie covered the difference, so that the boys could spend a week playing hooky from school in the beautiful and warm climate of Costa Rica for their honeymoon, and here they were. In the most beautiful place that either of them had ever seen, together.

“God...I just love you to pieces. You have no idea.” Richie said, shaking his head slightly. It was true, he would never be able to find the words to say how much Eddie meant to him, how Eddie had saved him on more than one occasion, becoming the light in his life.

“Mmmmm, I may have an idea of how you could show me…” Eddie said seductively and Richie’s head perked up like a dog. He looked at Eddie who was biting his lower lip and looking at Richie like he was two seconds from jumping his bones in front of all of these people on the beach with them.

Richie was up on his feet in record time and pulling Eddie along with him as he ran back to their cabana. Eddie giggled as he was dragged along, joking about how Richie was going to spill his drink. Richie didn’t care, he would buy Eddie as many drinks as he wanted some other time, right now he only had one thing on his mind.

Eddie had barely set the glass down when they got back to their room before Richie was scooping him up in his arms. Eddie wrapped his legs around Richie’s waist, clinging onto him while he began sucking another mark onto the skin of Richie’s neck. Richie dropped him down on the bed, and Eddie whined briefly before Richie was back on top of him.

Richie pressed a heated kiss to Eddie’s lips, loving all of the tiny moans that he was pulling out of him. He slid his hands down to Eddie’s waist and pulled back so that he could begin to wiggly his tiny shorts off of him. He dropped them on the floor behind him, and went to work on his own while Eddie pulled his own tank top off over his head.

Richie pressed himself forward again, covering Eddie’s body with his own. Eddie bracketed Richie’s hips with his thighs, holding on tightly to his back, the two of them lazily pressing their tongues into each other’s mouths, any feeling of rushing they had while making their way back to their room lost. Richie dropped his lips down to Eddies neck, trailing kisses down his chest, stopping to twirl his tongue around each of his nipples and blowing gently to make the peaks rise with arousal. Eddie moaned and arched slightly off of the bed from the sensation.

Richie dropped lower and placed a kiss to the soft skin on the inside of Eddie’s thigh. Eddie sucked in a breath of anticipation as Richie lifted himself up a little so that his mouth was level with Eddie’s cock. Richie slid his mouth down Eddie’s length with practised ease, he hollowed out his cheeks and began moving up and down, pulling delicious sounds out of Eddie’s mouth. It didn’t take very long before Eddie was trembling, the wet heat of Richie’s mouth satisfying him so nicely, but he wanted more, he wanted to cum on Richie’s cock.

“Mmmm, Baby. I want you inside of me, I need to feel you.” Eddie moaned out, and Richie pulled off with a pop, pressing one last kiss to the very tip of Eddie’s cock. He reached up and Eddie pressed a small bottle into his hand. Richie popped the cap on it and let some of the slick liquid drip down his fingers, the scent of coconut filled his nostrils.

He made sure that his fingers were nicely coated before he pressed one into Eddie’s hole. Eddie took it easily, ass hungry and ready for more. Richie thrusted in a few more times before pressing two fingers in. He worked Eddie open, nice and slow. Scissoring his fingers and flicking his wrist until Eddie was writhing on the bed, begging for more. Richie pushed three fingers in, thrusting in and out at a steady rhythm and then bent his fingers, searching Eddie’s wall to find his spot. Eddie let out a high pitched whine all of a sudden and Richie knew that he had found it. He pressed into that spot with every thrust until Eddie’s mouth was dropped open in a tiny “o” and his legs were shaking again.

Richie pulled his fingers out carefully and Eddie groaned at the loss. He poured more of the lube onto his fingers, and gently stroked his cock a few times, making sure that it was coated so that he could slide painlessly into Eddie. He moved back into position and looked down into Eddie’s eyes. They were glistening sightly with tears, but he looked so happy.

“Are you ready?” Richie asked softly, and Eddie nodded. A sweet smile spreading across his lips. Richie leaned down and kissed them again. He lined the head of his cock up with Eddie’s hole. “I love you more than life itself, Edward Tozier.” He murmured.

“I love you too, Richard Tozier.” Eddie returned, and then Richie was pressing in gently, Eddie’s body stretching to accommodate him. They fit together perfectly, they always had. Richie started thrusting gently, building up a slow and steady rhythm that had Eddie itching for more. He tried to make Richie speed up b wrapping his legs around his waist, but Richie wanted to take this slow, to pour out all of the love that he had for Eddie in this moment. “Rich…” Eddie whined.

“You’re not going to let me take this sweet and slow are you, Eds?” He teased, and Eddie huffed and shook his head. Passionate didn’t mean slow. Richie picked up the pace, thrusting into Eddie with more force and Eddie started moaning enthusiastically. Richie angled his hips differently and smiled when on his next thrust he nailed Eddie’s prostate.

“Ohhhhhhh fuck.” Eddie gasped out, racking his blunt nails down Richie’s back. He could feel his climax approaching, the constant stimulation of his prostate driving him wild. He started clenching himself around Richie, trying to pull him closer to his own orgasm.

“God, Eds, you’re so perfect.” Richie choked out, and Eddie mewled from the praise. Richie thrusted in a few more times before Eddie let out another choked moan and came in between their bodies untouched. Richie sloppily thrusted a few more times before he was pressing deep inside of Eddie and cumming as well.

He collapsed on top of Eddie, the aftershocks of his orgasm too much for him to stay up. Eddie wrapped his arms around him, and held him close. Richie went to pull out a few moments later, but Eddie wouldn’t let go of him.

“Leave it in, Baby. I like the way it feels. I always want to feel you inside of me.” Eddie said softly with a yawn. Richie moaned from the thought of it and nodded, leaving his cock nestled inside of Eddie, nuzzling his nose into the side of Eddie’s neck as they both gave into their exhaustion. He was almost asleep when he heard Eddie singing softly. “I’m lucky I’m in love with my best friend, lucky to have been where I have been, lucky to be coming home again, oh oh oh…”

Richie smiled as Eddie’s singing turned to mumbling and then even breathes as he fell asleep. They really were so lucky have found each other and loved each other so deeply, and Richie would spend the rest of his life making sure that Eddie always knew that.

#Reddie #Richie Tozier #Eddie Kaspbrak #Richie X Eddie #IT Movie 2017 #it fandom #it fanfiction #bill denbrough #stanley uris #beverly marsh #ben hanscom #mike hanlon #fanfiction #fan fiction #fanfic #This is not related to the extremely talented child actors #soft and sweet fluffy smut #Meg Writes Things

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riverbabee · 2 years

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To Fred

03.09.2022

Dear future Hubby, thank you for loving me the way I am. I’m very blessed to have you in my life. You make me laugh, you’re so funny! I can’t believe how much you make me laugh. In fact, the only man to make me laugh so much. Makes me fall in deep love with you all over again. You’re so handsome... gosh oh GEEZ. You’re so charming with your smile.. your cute laugh that melts my heart, your eyes are so seductive and so charming! You made me realize how beautiful brown eyes can be. I look at them.. stare at them and makes my heart and cheeks blush. Your beautiful skin that looks like fresh snow. It’s so cute and makes me baby crazy! Your body mmmmm mm! makes me ... makes me realize how much I love dad bodies and YOURS ONLY. Hehehe, ugh I love talking to you so much. A never ending conversation with you, and I feel so normal with you. Sure i get nervous but can you blame me when you’re so damn cute? Your passion for sonic, kirby, and etc makes me smile. It’s so cute to hear you talk about how much you love them. I love how crazy you get for me because I’m the same way about you. I’m very loved..thank you for picking me and loving me. Thank you for tolerating me and understanding how ditzy and snappy i sometimes get.. I couldn’t have picked anyone else to call forever mine. Fred, I love you and you made me realize what true love really is, also opening my eyes for baby fever with you! Teehee. My throat hurts writing this because I’m just holding back tears of joy. I want to read this in our next anniversary. Sometimes I wish i can say this to you without the worry to stutter or forget something. i thought it would be better to write it and read it.

More to mention is that you know me so damn well. It’s funny and sometimes freaky because I can’t get mischievous with you on little funny things. I love it though, I really do. Also, i sometimes lay in bed and think about the first moment you spoke with me and told me how much you loved me. Thank you for being the man to save me and to always cheer me up when I’m down and depressed. Thank you for being supportive and accepting of me. For EVERYTHING. Truly I am one damn lucky girl. Our future son/daughter will feel the same way of being proud to have you. I’m so excited to tell them that they have the best dad and how lucky I am to have you be my husband. I love you Fred Ochoa.

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bigbadwolf619 · 6 years

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After her Rampage on Olympus Shiv was finally finished on her path of Vengeance killing so many Gods and getting back at Athena by tearing her apart and stealing her bones, however on her journey she received a lot of injuries, had her arm torn off, stabbed multiple times and even had her eye impaled Her Rage kept her going but now she has nothing left, her sister gone and her enemy dead, there is nothing else to do, walking in the snow of the Fallen Kingdom, Shiv finally succumbed to her wounds and fell in the snow dying, finally accepting her fate, however she was not gonna die Found by the Goddess of Lust herself, Shiv was taken and binded within the Goddess's Chambers trapped with special Black Vines that are nearly indestructible, Shiv found herself trapped and weakened within the Chambers along with an odd incense that drugs her and makes her weaker along with being aroused Shiv: Mmmmgh...Mmgh?! Mmmmmmgh! ????: Comfortable? Good Shiv: {she tries looking down but the vines make it hard} Mmmmrrrgh! Mmgh! {breathing heavily} Mmmm... ????: {walks in with bare-feet on the shining marble floor} Mmm, a scarred beautiful body, how do you like your new eye? Shiv: {she rolls her head back moaning in anger} Mmmmmmgh... ????: I'm so glad you're happy, ooh these scars {crawls onto her big bed} what have they done to your beautiful body? {strokes her body & stitches} Shiv: Mmmgh... ????: Hmm, do these ones sting the most when I touch them? Shiv: Mm... ????: Hmhmhm, do you know who I am? Shiv: {sees her face} [...Aphrodite? Dammit, 1 of the Gods I missed along with Zeus and the others...does she seek vengeance?] Aphrodite: You wonder why you are here, you may suspect it has something to do with killing my fellow Gods, Helios, Ares, Hermes...Athena, hmhmhm Shiv: Mmm... Aphrodite: Hmhmhahahahaha! Oh, I couldn't care less for those miser who kill for fun and maim anyone who is compared to them, slightly upset about Athena because she was very pretty, but she did horrible things to your dear sister, so I don't blame you, I would do the same Shiv: Mmmmgh Aphrodite: {jumps on her sitting on her waist} Woo! No I have you here because you made me have so many feelings about you Shiv, the way when you tore open the gate and ripped apart the army of Ares! A Mortal scaring a God! It was amazing! I was so aroused from your rage! Even with all those spears and arrow in you, you just slaughtered them all like they were nothing and Ares...his gigantic size wasn't enough to stop you, you smashed his head with his on ripped fist! Shiv: Mmgh? [She's...not angry?] Aphrodite: You were amazing, your rage excites me so much Shiv, but not only your rage {gropes her} Shiv: Mmgh {closes her eyes blushing} Aphrodite: Your heart too, your tears...when you butchered Athena...you roared like a beasts..but there were tears coming from your beautiful flaming eyes...it...it made me cry with you...you suffered so much and I felt it, you make me emotional, I wanted you so badly after seeing you in your rampage Shiv:... Aphrodite: I want you as mine and mine only {gropes both her breasts} Shiv: Mmmm! Aphrodite: You sound so cute when you moan, are you new to this? Hmhmhm Shiv: {she tries to struggle out her binds but her eyes widen from some sudden pain} Mmgh! Aphrodite: Careful, these Black Vines are aggressive, the more you struggle the more stronger and tighter it becomes, and also the thorns pop out piercing through your lovely skin Shiv: Mmgh... Aphrodite: Those thorns should be making you feel a bit better though, they let out your inner desires Shiv: {panting as her face goes red} Aphrodite: Hmhmhm, oooh I just want to eat you up, I mean I can {squeezes her breast teasing her} Shiv: Mmmm! Mm... Aphrodite: Hehehe, so cute, oh look, while the Black Vines make you feel pleasure they also heal your wounds, no matter how serious they are Shiv: {her scars & wounds slowly fade away on her body healing her}

Aphrodite: Now you look even more beautiful {licks her nipples}

Shiv: Mmm!

Aphrodite: {licks & pinches her nipples then starts suckling on them}

Shiv: Mm...{her nipples harden as she moans & closes her eyes}

Aphrodite: Mmmm...so good {licks her breasts then starts kissing down her body to her abs} You kept in shape even after everything you been through, hehe {nibbles on her abs}

Shiv: Mmm-mm-mmmmm! {she could barely shakes her hips being restricted in her movements}

Aphrodite: Hmhmhm, that’s the sign of a virgin, hehe, I love you virgins, so sensitive when it comes to discovering your sexual desires, even the most hardest of warriors can quiver from 1 touch {continues to kiss down to her pussy & holds her thighs}

Shiv: Mmgh!

Aphrodite: Seems blades and arrows are nothing to you, but when it comes to playing you are as vulnerable as a little puppy {licks her pussy}

Shiv: Mm! {eyes widen} Mmmmm! {panting}

Aphrodite: Hmhm, already wet I, how naughty of you God Ripper

Shiv: Mmmm...

Aphrodite: {licks deeply in her while teasing her nipple & breast}

Shiv: Mmmmgh! {panting more heavily sweating}

Aphrodite: I have so many toys to use on you and so many things I want to do to you, finally I will have my way

Zeus: {pushes opens the doors} Aphrodite, where is your Ambrosia for Hades? He is still writhing in pain after that savage’s attack

Shiv: [Zeus?! Damn, in this state I cannot do anything, if only I can break out and choke him! He isn’t going to show any mercy after I killed his children]

Zeus: Who is she?

Aphrodite: {uses her illusion abilities to make Shiv look like 1 of her other girls} Oh just 1 of my girls, this 1 has been especially naughty and must be punished

Shiv: Mmm?

Zeus: Well regardless, I need that Ambrosia finished or he will die

Aphrodite: Oh don’t over-exaggerate, he will be fine, he just needs to rest, I will finish his medicine and hand it to you myself, if you rush me, I may make a mistake and start over {strokes Shiv’s hair}

Shiv: [What’s going on? Why doesn’t he recognise me?..Is she...]

Zeus: Well...carry on then, but do not forget

Aphrodite: I will not {winks at Shiv}

Shiv: {looks away blushing} Mm...

Zeus: Hm {walks off & shuts the doors}

Aphrodite: Ugh what a grouch am I right? I swear all these Gods are just, blah-blah-blah {removes her gag}

Shiv: {she catches her breath}...Why...did you...hide me?

Aphrodite: Because I’m here to do what I want, not be a bully and be those grumps, besides {goes on top of her} Besides I have fallen for you and will not let them get their hands on you, I branded you with my mark for a reason

Shiv: I might end up killing you if I ever break out of this

Aphrodite: I will take my chances, besides, I know deep down you love this

Shiv: What makes you think that?

Aphrodite: Hmhmhm, well that depends whether you bite my tongue or not

Shiv: Bite your-{gets deeply kissed} Mmm?!

Aphrodite: Mmmmm...

Shiv: [Alright...I can breakout when I rip out her tongue...now...right now...why am I not retaliating? Come on...But then again...she didn’t expose me...I...I don’t know what to do...her tongue is in me...her hands are pleasing my breasts...and I feel something rub me below...something soft...something comfortable...is that...is that a fox tail? Is she...a fox? That would explain the ears...quite fitting for this devious Goddess...why do I feel this way...is this my true feelings...or is this a trick?]

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