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kiwiana-writes · 22 days

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Fic Pride Friday

Thank you to the fabulous @rmd-writes for the tag! As always, though, with 239 fanworks on AO3, this is a beast of a task lmfao.

Rules: Post your favourite line or passage from as many of your published works as you’d like. Let yourself feel proud of your creations! Tag as many people as you post snippets, so your fellow fic friends can be proud, too.

This got long (and I'm like... actively trying not to Feel Bad™️ about that), so four fandoms' worth of snippets under the cut!

Tagging: @agame-writes @affectionatelyrs @anincompletelist @cha-melodius @cricketnationrise

@dumbpeachjuice @firenati0n @getmehighonmagic @happiness-of-the-pursuit @hgejfmw-hgejhsf

@indestructibleheart @inexplicablymine @sparklepocalypse @stereopticons @whimsymanaged

And, of course, an open tag to whoever wants to play!

Red White & Royal Blue

What a beautiful tone aka introspective rimming:

Henry has touched Alex in a thousand different ways since he shook the hand of a beautiful boy with a yellow ipê-amarelo in his pocket and fell in love, so he doesn’t quite understand why he’s trembling as he rolls them both until Alex is on his back, hair spread out on the pillow, lips parted slightly and eyes filled with trust as Henry settles on top of him. With his arms bracketing Alex’s shoulders, Henry places a hand on Alex’s jaw and pours all the love and pride that’s been coursing through his veins since Alex delivered his speech into a deep kiss, his tongue running along Alex’s bottom lip, coaxing it further open. The noise Alex makes in response is devastating. He’s a live wire, arching up into Henry’s touch in a way that is somehow both entirely nonsexual and an unbelievable turn on. Alex moves like he’s trying to crawl inside Henry’s skin, letting out soft moans and shivering gasps that burrow their way between Henry’s fourth and fifth ribs and carve out a place for themselves there, somewhere only Alex has ever reached.

All the Lonely Starbucks Lovers, the coffee shop 5+1 where Alex is so hot it very literally makes Henry stupid:

“How can I do you today?” Bollocksing, buggering fuck. Henry’s going to have to migrate to Tristan Da Cunha. Actually, while that’s the most remote place he knows of, he’s also fairly certain they’re a British Overseas Territory and therefore speak English, which isn’t particularly helpful in his current predicament. He’ll brainstorm, though he expects that the long and sordid history of global British colonisation is really not going to be his friend here. Walking Wet Dream blinks slowly—once, twice—before his face splits into a wide grin. “Tempting fucking offer, sweetheart.” A tongue peeks out to wet a pair of plump lips, which only provides Henry with some extremely vivid ideas for what else might look good between those same lips, and oh Christ, if he actually gets hard underneath this hideous apron he’ll have to lock himself in his own basement. The fact that he doesn’t have a basement is immaterial, really.

A Practical Arrangement, the arranged marriage AU -- tbh I'm proud of ALL of Alex's internal narration about Henry in chapter one but this is a particular favourite:

“I thought Windsor valued courtly manners?” Alex grins widely, tampering down a smirk at the way Henry’s ridiculously chiselled jaw twitches, obviously displeased at the way Alex is going off-script. “As your betrothed, surely you should be showering me with compliments as you greet me?” Henry raises an eyebrow, and looks at Alex in a way that makes him suddenly, viscerally aware of the four inches of height Henry has on him. It’s a height difference that has always put Alex on edge; it never used to be the case, Alex is pretty sure from the vague memories he has of them in their younger years, but between one meeting and the next, suddenly Henry was no longer at his eye level. “As soon as I find something to compliment, I assure you I shall do so.” Alex almost laughs; that was funny. Rude and untrue, but funny. It’s a shocking amount of personality for Henry to display. “Back in Texas, they extol my many virtues, Your Royal Highness,” he drawls, pointedly ignoring June’s scoff. “Do you need me to give you a list?” “I’m sure they do,” Henry says gravely, but there’s a flicker of something at the corner of his mouth that could almost be a smirk. There’s a long pause before he adds: “…in Texas.” Alex’s jaw drops before he can stop it. That absolute fucker.

Kinda think that I might be his type, the Alex and Bea fake dating fic that blew up in a way I wasn't expecting but am forever grateful for; I'm proud of this whole damn fic but this line made me get up and walk away from my computer after writing it lmao:

“Don’t worry, though.” He winks at Bea, tampering down a grin at the way she bites her lip as she realises whatever he’s about to say is at serious risk of making her laugh. “We’re not going to wait until I’m out of school to start popping out great-grandbabies for you. I wanna be papi for real, not just to my little honeypot here, if you know what I mean.” The sharp clatter of Mary’s teacup against her saucer thankfully drowns out the choked wheezing sound from Bea’s throat; Alex only risks glancing at Bea for a moment, just enough to realise she’s fighting for her life not to burst out laughing. He’s not sure how much longer he can keep this up before he sounds like he’s reading lines from a terribly scripted and vaguely racist porno.

Puck It, the college hockey AU with my favourite analogy I've ever written:

Alex is aware that he might be bisexual in the same way he’s aware that he might be allergic to cats; there have been a few brief interactions to make him think it’s probably true, but so far it hasn’t had any impact on his life, so he hasn’t really had a reason to look into it and find out for sure. Now, faced with Henry’s clavicle and the sudden, vivid mental image of sinking his teeth into it, he’s not sure how theoretical it is anymore.

Handprints in wet cement, the 5+1 celebration of Henry's Oxford Slut Phase that is just so important to me:

“It’s not.” Alex’s fingers flex a little, digging into Henry’s skin. “It’s— you had all these experiences, and sometimes I can’t believe you want to share them all with me. That you’ll just tell me about them, and if it’s something we’re both into, we can just… go for it. It means a lot. You know that, right?” Henry blinks at him. If he’s honest, he’s never really understood Alex’s eagerness to hear about Henry’s uni hookups; Henry himself, while not bothered by Alex’s own past, has never felt any particular need to seek out stories about it either. He’d just assumed it was another facet of Alex’s insatiable need to understand things; he hadn’t realised it was important.

I've carried this song in my mind, the Arthur-from-beyond-the-grave fic, have one of the many MANY passages that made me cry to write lmfao:

You don’t need to find Orion, Arthur wants to tell him. I’m in every constellation, in your heart, in your soul. I’m here. I’m always here. But Henry can’t hear him.

Schitt's Creek

Wander Where They Will, aka the swans fic:

It felt like only a moment later that something woke him, though the pitch-black room made it obvious it had been several hours since he dozed off. It had been so long since he was in such close proximity to other people that David didn’t realise what he was hearing, at first. The gasp that rang out in the silence made his eyes snap open and his body tense up, and there was a thump and a high-pitched, muffled moan before the realisation slammed into him. He shifted in the bed, trying to block out the sounds out of a sense of… privacy, he supposed, or decorum. That must be why his stomach was clenching, so tight he could barely breathe. Patrick, it seemed, approached lovemaking the way David has seen him approach everything else—quiet, determined, methodical. All the noises coming from their corner of the cottage seemed to be Rachel’s; only a rhythmic panting betrayed Patrick’s part in the process. Even at the end, he barely made a sound. David couldn’t help thinking, as silence filled the cottage and pulled him backwards into sleep, that it was a terrible shame; that everyone deserved the kind of pleasure that rushed through them, untamed and uncontrollable.

Femslash February 2021, where I decided one entry needed to not only be a drabble (100 words exactly) like every other day's prompt, but ALSO a sonnet:

A princess resides in a castle fair Who Stevie beholds when sneaking ashore— With aquamarine eyes and golden hair, She’s all that Stevie is so longing for. If she had legs, or the princess a tail, Perhaps Stevie could be part of her world— But fate's harsh currents their union assails, Separating them with an eddy's whirl. So Stevie lingers, and watches, and dreams About a union between sea and land, Wishing it weren't as complex as it seems For them to lie together on the sand. But unbeknownst, a princess dreams, too— Of a raven-haired mermaid, pure and true.

And all the rest's illusion, the fic where Patrick works through his feelings about the word queer and every single comment made me cry:

And that’s really the crux of the issue, because it’s not that he’s uncomfortable in his sexuality. If he was, that would be easier to explain — right from the start, David never put a label onto him. Patrick was the one who’d whispered I’m gay into the sliver of space between them that night at Stevie’s, and David had just given him the same easy smile and nod that Patrick’s sure he would have received if instead his declaration had been I’m bi or I’m pan or I don’t know right now. His discomfort is more of a nagging, deep-seated fear that he’s not entitled to queer; that because he’s never been called a slur or worried about whether or not it was safe to kiss his partner in public or even come out to his parents, the word isn’t his to reclaim.

I haven't met the new me yet, the fic where I just dragged everyone onto the Jake/Rachel train with me by force, no I don't care that they never met in canon:

Despite herself, her eyes keep finding her way back to one of the pool players. He’s tall and well-built, with a close-cropped beard; he carries himself easily, joking with his friend, the flannel shirt stretching across his back as he lines up his next shot. When he stands up after sinking the ball easily, he turns around too quickly for Rachel to pretend she was looking elsewhere and their eyes meet. The smile he gives her isn’t quite cocky, though it’s close; it’s just confident, and confidence has always done something for her. She smiles back before picking up her beer, draining the last of it and trying not to grin around the neck of the bottle when his eyes drop to her throat as she does. She’d forgotten how good it can feel, to flirt with a stranger across a… okay, this isn’t exactly a crowded room, but still. Across a room. She doesn’t make any secret of watching as the guy and his friend finish up the game, the one she’s watching sinking the black easily with several of the stripes still on the table, and he hands his cue to his friend before striding over to the bar and leaning over to get the bartender’s attention.

Meet me out at the end of my rope, aka angstapalooza. The outline @ships-to-sail gave me for the end of chapter three just read "David leaves after possibly the most tender but heart wrenching kiss they’ve ever had, that’s ever been written, ever, in the history of written kissing" and then I had to... write that???

Patrick puts the box down gently before he holds his hand out. When David places the key in his palm Patrick wraps his fingers around David’s, their palms pressed together. Despite everything, it still feels like coming home; before he quite realises what he’s doing he presses Patrick back into the doorframe, his free hand wrapping around Patrick’s neck as he pours all the emotion swirling around inside him into one final kiss. Patrick, for his part, tugs David in close, his fingers winding through David’s hair as he shakes under David’s touch. When David finally pulls away he can see Patrick’s cheeks are wet with tears, and he knows his are too. He doesn’t know if they’re his own or Patrick’s or both. Patrick stares at him, his tone helpless. “You’re the love of my life, David Rose.” David closes his eyes as his resolve almost breaks. When he opens them again, Patrick’s face is blurry and indistinct in front of him as he tries not to let more tears fall. “No one is ever going to love me the way you did.” The words are choked out, but when Patrick opens his mouth to reply David shakes his head to stop him. “But no one ever lied to me like you did, either.”

How much love will you happily take -- I apparently awakened a humiliation kink in multiple people with this one and I will never not be proud of that 🤣

“No, that’s not— it’s not for lack of trying.” David being so kind about this is making it ten times harder to spit the words out and he drops his gaze, picking at Stevie’s faded bedspread so he doesn’t have to see the look in David’s eyes. He can feel the all-too-familiar crackle of humiliation crawling up his spine, knows his embarrassment is clear on his face, and it makes his throat tighten and his stomach clench and his cock twitch and he hates it, loves it, wants to poke at it like a bruise until it consumes him. “It’s been, um, a size issue?” There’s a beat, and then David is placing a gentle finger under his chin and turning Patrick to face him. His face is warm and open and Patrick likes him so much it’s kind of terrifying; he desperately needs this night not to end up another disaster. “That,” David says, voice soft, “is only an issue if we make it an issue. And I don’t plan on making it an issue.”

Wearing glass slippers, I got my Chucks, the Stevie/Alexis tattoo/flower shop AU my beloved:

“Did people send you flowers when your aunt passed away?” Alexis asks pointedly. “Yeah.” She doesn’t say, It was a huge pain in the ass, actually, because I had to throw them all out when they died, but from the look Alexis is giving her at least some of that must show on her face. “Congratulations and commiserations,” she says slowly. “That’s when everyone wants to give flowers: births, deaths, weddings, anniversaries. It’s like, human nature or whatever. There’s something…” she takes a deep breath. “It’s a sign of trust, I think. To be a tiny part of someone’s biggest moments like that. Even if just from the sidelines.” Stevie has tattooed children’s names and wedding bands, handprints and pawprints and important dates. She’s never thought about it quite like that before. “I get that,” she murmurs.

Great Acoustics, aka the cast did a Zoom thing in-character during Covid and had a throwaway line to justify David and Patrick not being in the same room and I just entered a fugue state and wrote porn about it in like an hour:

They make it ten days before their first noise complaint, which is frankly about nine days longer than David expected. They’ve been worse than usual, to be fair, with something as simple as a lockable door apparently now an aphrodisiac to both of them. Patrick goes about twelve shades of red when the official notice is pushed under their door, and then the pillow makes a reappearance. It’s all very fucking hot, actually, seeing buttoned-up, in-control Patrick reduced to a whimpering, begging, uncontrollable mess. Eventually, David manages to convince him that if something must go in his mouth during sex, there are several better options. No, not that. Well, obviously, sometimes that.

A focused moment made, kinkverse part one that I very much intended to be a oneshot lmfao RIP

For a few moments, the only sound is their combined harsh breathing as they recover. Almost before David realises what’s happening he’s being pulled gently to his feet, and then Patrick is framing David’s face in his hands and kissing him soundly. And David’s been kissed a lot during a scene, and a few times before one, but never once has someone kissed him in a sex club after they’ve already come. He lets out a startled but not unhappy yelp and Patrick takes the opportunity to plunge his tongue into David’s now-open mouth, chasing the taste of himself, making them both groan. Finally Patrick releases him with one last, almost chaste, kiss. He drops one hand but leaves the other on David’s cheek, gazing carefully at him, his face soft and open. “I’ve never done that before, with a guy,” Patrick confesses after a moment of silence. David raises an eyebrow, quirks a lip. “The flogging or the blowjob?” “Uh,” Patrick scratches the back of his head as he flushes slightly. “Both? But also, um.” His eyes flicker down to David’s lips and back up, and David gives a soft little Oh of understanding. “Baby dom and baby gay, huh?”

Your heart is keeping time with me, the 50 First Dates AU that I think has the best ending I've ever written? So, uh, spoilers-ish, I guess:

This isn’t a romantic comedy. There will be no miraculous, medically impossible recovery. Every morning for the rest of his life, David will wake up and have to be told that he has a husband he doesn’t recognise; a husband who loves him. But after he’s been told, Patrick will set out to prove it to him, with laughter and music and patient understanding. And because love is so much more than conscious memory, David will go to sleep each night in Patrick’s arms, safe and secure and content. Even though it’s not a film or a fairytale, they will still live happily ever after.

Other

We always walked a very thin line, aka the fic I furiously spite-wrote in three hours after watching Happiest Season lmfao:

When they were little, they were convinced if they practised enough they could develop some sort of psychic link; talk to each other over long distances without tying up the phone lines their dads always used for important business calls. They gave up eventually, but Riley finds herself desperately wishing for the talent now. Come on, Harper. Be braver for her than you were for me. “She’s lying!” The words burst hysterically out of Harper’s mouth, and Riley’s heart sinks.

We knew we were the fortunate ones, because obviously I watched episode 3 of The Last Of Us and immediately started writing, what do you take me for?

He knows that the last four years have been kinder to him than to almost anyone else; he also knows that he doesn’t look like those men in the magazines, the ones he used to drive thirty miles out of his way to buy, shoulders hunched and not making eye contact with the store clerk in case he found himself subjected to judgement — or worse, conversation.

#fic pride friday #kiwiana-writes

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harrysarchive · 1 year

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be mine bee: h.s.

paring: tattooartist!harry x baker!reader

summary:

"y'know for a grumpy old man, you are by far the clingiest man i've ever talked too." she teased shoving a piece of mango into my mouth and i groan, "talking about talked too, i also didn't know i had a boyfriend." she continues to egg on me.

"wanted to talk to you 'bout that." i mumble as i play with the hem of her sweatshirt.

she lets out a hum and grabs ahold of my jaw, "my eyes are up here, h." she says softly caressing my cheek.

harry officially asks bee to be his.

another story of tattoo artist harry and bee

𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘'𝐒

𝐏𝐎𝐕

the cool breeze hits my face and a shiver runs down my spine. my hairs thrown into a bun and a light jacket covers my black shirt i watch as y/n walks with a pip in her step as we search the local farmers market, a smile spreads across her face as people greet her, sending them back warm greetings. she stops in front of a fruit stand and her eyes light up.

"want sum' pet?" i ask wrapping a finger through her belt loops and pulling her back to me.

"mh i don't know, think i wanna try a mango cup." she hums looking at the vibrant mangos.

the elder man behind the stand smiles at y/n and she throws one back at him, "g'morning mr. posemato, how're you doin' today?" she asked him wrapping her arm around mine.

"doin pretty alright, how 'bout yourself y/n?"

"i'm great!" y/n responds cheerily.

"what can i get you honey?" he asked smiling at his produce.

"a cupa mangos please." she hums pointing to the yellow fruit.

he grabs a couple of mangos and moves over to his cutting board. y/n's dressed very 'farmers market-y', bell bottoms that hug her hips -and ass- perfectly, a cream sweatshirt that complements her complexion wonderful, her curly hair is pulled back into a clip and her staple round glasses are on.

"have i told you, you look absolutely amazing bee?" i hum and she chuckled nodding her head.

"only about seven times, today."

i grab ahold of her face and pull her ear to my mouth before whispering, "ya ass looks phenomenal bee." which cause her to gasp and push me away, red covers the tops of her ears and she shy's away.

"y/n?" i hear a voice ask and my eyebrows furrow looking in the direction of a man that stood about 5'8 and slim build, subconsciously i grab ahold of y/n's hand and pull her back to me.

"tristan?" she questioned with a look of wonder.

"oh my god! how's it going? i haven't seen you since high school?" he exclaimed moving closer to my bee.

i send him a glare before standing in front of y/n and putting an hand to his chest, "can i help you?" i ask with disgust in my tone.

"oh uh," he squirmed away before looking back at bee, "i uh didnt know you had a boyfriend." he said clearing his throat.

"oh actually..." y/n went to correct him but i butted it.

"she does. now, what do you want?" i snap, puffing my chest out.

"nothin' man, my bad." tristan coughed before walking away.

i turn back to y/n and grab ahold of her hand before bringing it to my lips and pressing kisses all over it.

"miss. y/n, you're mangos." mr. posemato caught her attention and she pulled away from me grabbing ahold of the mangos.

"thank you mr. posemato" she hummed giving him some money and then turned back to me holding my hand once more pulling me to a picnic table.

"wanted to talk to you 'bout that." i mumble as i play with the hem of her sweatshirt.

she lets out a hum and grabs ahold of my jaw, "my eyes are up here, h." she says softly caressing my cheek.

i allow my eyes to look into hers, and my body feels like it's turned into putty. her honey browns are more vibrant when in the sun and you can just get lost in them each time. as i look into her eyes all the memories over the couple of months since the night at The Safe House, rush through my head.

"bee, how the fuck does this work?" i question as i try to mix the margarine powder, watching as it avoids the mixer.

y/n looks at me before bursting out into a pit of laughter, she grabs a spatula and start to mix it that way. i watch as it becomes a liquidity substance and my eyebrows draw foreword.

"how the fuck?" i mumble and she shrugs.

"dunno honestly, science." she says with a toothy grin.

she goes back to the cookie batter and i watch as mischief takes over her eyes, she quickly looks at me before snapping her gaze back to the batter. she starts humming to a tune before reaching back over to the flour container and grabbing a cup full, the next moments go by in a blur as i feel a splat of grainy substance all across my face and in my hair.

"bee!" i exclaim before lunging towards her.

"harry no!" her laughs vibrates the air and my heart squeezes in my chest.

"you're a menace." i grunt shaking flour onto her.

"yeah but 'm your favorite person ever." she sings wrapping her arms around my neck.

"niall you asshat. move!" i grunt pushing him off my spin chair so y/n could sit down.

"oh wow! so what a new girl comes into you life and you forget all about your best friend? rude!" niall rolled his eyes in dramatics and y/n frowns taking him seriously.

"no niall! please, sit! i can just stand i don't mind!" bee hurries her words and stand aside.

"bee, no." i snap pointing to my chair, "sit."

she murmured a sorry to niall as she took a seat. i hook a leg around one of the chair legs and pull her to me wrapping my arms around her shoulders.

niall lets out a sad dramatic sigh, "no one care about niall, the best friend." he starts fake crying, "isn't there anybody who loves niall."

"no." i grunt and y/n suppresses her laugh.

"you know how i promised i'd never tell y/n, you're undesirable liking towards her." he asked with a smirk, "well i lied, you done pissed me off."

"niall, start ma fuckin tattoo before i punch you square in the jaw." i glare at the irish lad and he rolls his eyes.

i lay on my stomach and grab ahold of y/n's hand before niall pierces my skin with the needle and i let out a hum, all the stress that's built up slowly slips away. y/n's eyebrows furrow as she comes face to face with me, squatting to make sure we were making eye contact.

"does it hurt?" she asks softly and i know this was a shitty thing to do but i nod.

"real bad baby." i pout and worry runs across her face, "y'know what would help?"

"what?" she urges out, willing to do anything.

"a kiss." i muse.

she looks at me with a face of disbelief and i pucker my lips at her, letting out a chuckle she presses her lips to my cheek and i frown.

"no baby, a kiss on my lips."

"cheeky boy." she murmured, placing her lips on top of mine causing niall to groan.

"stop it! if ya fuck it up 's not ma fault!" niall snaps and i groan pulling away from her.

"y'know you really know how to kill the mood." i murmur before flipping him off.

"harry?" y/n breaks me out of thought and i look at her with a small smile.

"bee, you make me the happiest i've ever been. i never thought i'd find a person like you that continuously makes me happy. you're the sun to my moon, the blue in my sky, the bonnie to my clyde," i state and she giggled while i shot her a wink. "be mine bee? officially."

"of course harry! i thought you'd never ask." she giggled before grabbing my face and pulling me down. our lips meet and we get lost in the kiss, never thought i'd be able to finally call her mine.

once she pulls away i grab ahold of her waist, "now, who the fuck is tristan?" i ask and she chuckles.

"nothin' to worry about, old crush if you will. and by old i mean high school old."

"so no competition?"

"well i dunno, mr. posemato has killer mangos." she teases.

"i wont hesitate to beat an ol' mans ass bee." i joke along and she gasp.

"i would kill you if you touched that precious old man!"

a/n: holy shit man 200 notes on my last post LOVE YOU LOADS!!!!

also a quick psa a fight for us is next in line for a part twoooo! so excited 🤭

-all the love,

xo🤍

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wosowrites · 1 year

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Canadian Wonders (Jessie Fleming x Reader)

Warnings: None

A/N: This is so cute my heart melts for jessie

Prompt: Reader is australian, and has never seen a lot of snow before. So Jessie takes her to her home town to meet her family and have a traditional Canadian winter.

When you’ve lived in the land down under for 20 years, and then move to play for a huge club like Chelsea at 21, a lot of things take adjusting. But somehow, it wasn’t the intense training, or the new people, that was the biggest adjustment. It was the weather. You never went to university, not being a big scholar and being raised in a broken home with little money. Instead, you opted to go pro right away. You went pro in 2020, and was relieved to know you would have another aussie at the club with you. You and Sam Kerr had been playing together since you were 15 and she was 18. Soon enough, you got known as a pretty dynamic duo, arriving to winter practices in huge puffy coats, and covered head to toe. You were both strikers, and Emma loved playing you both at the top. In a bit over two years, you both reached your 100th game for Chelsea, having collected between the both of you, 169 goals and 32 assists.

In the middle of 2020, you met Jessie Fleming.

You both started dating in 2021, and 2 years later, you were still going strong. Jessie finally decided she wanted you to meet her family in person, and see her home town. So, in january of 2023, you hoped on a plane to London, Ontario. And you thought London, England was cold…

You stepped out of the small London, Ontario airport, the freezing cold hitting you right away. "I told you to put a coat on baby," Jessie said, laughing at your shocked face. "I didn’t think it would be this cold!" You said, shivering. "I warned you!" Jessie said, opening her long winter coat. You quickly dropped your bag at your feet and abandoned your suitcase, putting your arms around her and feeling the comfort of her body. Jessie closed the big coat around the both of you, kissing the top of your head.

You were taller than her only by an inch, but in your cold state, you were hunched over to stay warm.

"How quickly is Eylsse gonna get here?" You whined. "Just texted her, she’ll be here in- oh there she is." Jessie said.

You reluctantly left the comfort of your girlfriends body, pulling away and seeing Elysse and Tristan driving up in the family subaru. You saw the pure joy in their eyes, the happiness of seeing their sister. You felt happy for Jessie, happy she had that bond with her siblings, but also sad that yours hadn’t reached out to you in years.

Tristan and Elysse stepped out of the car, Elysse running up to Jessie and jumping in her arms. Tristan seemed more reserved, more like Jessie, so you opted for a simple handshake. "It’s nice to meet you in person, you’re taller than you seem on family facetimes." Tristan says. "Don’t lie to me," you laughed, knowing very well you were not tall. "Hey, Elysse!" You said. She hugged you tightly, smiling at you wildly. "I love your nose piercing, oh my god it looks so good on you! I’ve always wanted one but I don’t know if it would suit me." You say to Elysse. "You should get one! I know a really good guy if you want!" Elysse said, smiling at you. "I’ll think about it. Let’s just please get out of the cold." You said, grabbing both yours and Jessie’s luggage and bringing it to the car.

"Did you not tell your aussie girlfriend to wear a coat in Canada?" Elysse laughed, addressing her sister. "I did! She didn’t listen!" Jessie answered, watching as her girlfriend and brother put the luggage in the trunk. "She’s a gentleman," Elysse said, smiling. "You haven’t seen anything yet."

———

Michaele and John Fleming met you with open arms. Literally. The Fleming’s were warm, and inviting, the house smelled like fresh food and slightly of paint. You had all finished eating supper, a meal cooked to perfection by both Jessie’s parents, and were now sitting in the living room.

"I’m so happy you all managed to get time off work and school." Michaele said, pouring you a cup of coffee. "Me too, it’s really nice here." You said, thanking her with a nod for the warm drink. "You haven’t even hiked yet." Jessie told you. "Hiking? It’s too cold to hike." You said, shocked people went outside willingly in this weather. "Is not. In fact, that’s our first activity."

It was known to everyone that Jessie loved order. So when she told you that she had specific activities planned, you weren’t at all suprised.

"Tomorrow morning, 5:00 am, sunrise hike. Then skating on the mountain, then I want to bring you to a really cute coffee shop and show you my elementary school." Jessie said. "5:00 am!" You said, but we’re ignored. "Don’t forget your appointment! You’re getting a nose ring at 5:00 pm tomorrow." Elysse said.

It was true, the youngest Fleming had convinced you to go for it. Worse case scenario, you didn’t like it and let the hole close.

"How could I forget? Just you and me for that one, Els?" You asked her. "Yeah, mum and I are making supper. We’re only here three days." Jessie said.

A few hours later, you went to bed in Jessie’s childhood bedroom. It was surreal being in that are, seeing the trophies, the blue walls, the medals and framed pictures. "What would 14 year old you say if she knew that 24 year old you was lying in this same bed with her girlfriend?" You asked her as she traced patterns on your stomach. "I think she would pass out."

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As Jessie had said, the next morning she had woken you up at 5:00 am. The whole thing was a blur. You remembered her literally having to dress you, and her telling you to be quiet as you tip toed down the stairs. She had bundled you up in a warm hat, a big winter coat, gloves and a scarf. Your hood was up the second you were out the door. You had fallen asleep in the car, and by the time you were to the mountains, it was almost 6:30.

"You ready baby?" Jessie said, opening the door for you and laughing at your grunt of an answer. You didn’t stay mad for long though, as you saw the still starry winter night peeking through the pine trees. "Oh, Jess. This is beautiful." You told her.

The both of you started your hike. Jessie had her camera with her and was taking pictures of you, and the world surrounding you the whole time you walked up the mountain. The snow was mangeable, due to the trail having been plowed. By the time you arrived at the top of the mountain, the sun was rising. Jessie pulled out a cover from her bag and put it in the snow. You cuddled up next to her, sipping a mocha Jessie had made.

The sky was painted orange, pink, red, yellow and purple, it was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen. Well, second most beautiful thing. Jessie would always be first. "I’m happy you brought me here." you told her, peering into her eyes. "I’m happy you like it here." She answered. "One day, when we retire from football, I wouldn’t mind having a family with you here." You told her, nervous of her answer.

You didn’t meet her eyes, that is until she used her gloved fingers to lift your chin up. "I want that more than anything." Jessie said, kissing you lovingly.

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1. uh oh, i'm falling in love

A/N: Hello!!! I said I was gonna write and post this story ages ago and I am so sorry for how long this took!! But now I've finally posted it!!! And chapter 2 is almost finished so look out for that one!! I super hope you enjoy this series and that it was worth the wait!!!!

Pairing(s): Lancelot x GN!Tristan's Twin!Reader (No pronouns specified and I never specify whether they're identical or not, that's completely up to you!)

Summary: The King of Liones throws a party and among all the socializing, Lancelot and (Y/N) decide to spend their time breaking a few rules.

Tags: Alcohol Consumption, Underage Drinking, Meliodas, Fluff, Drunkenness (Is that a word??)

Word Count: 3,088

Song Inspiration: Labyrinth By Taylor Swift

Not beta'd, all mistakes are my own.

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You lean back against the cold stone wall behind you, sighing softly. You can feel the chill of it on your back through the thin fabric of your tunic, but you don't really care much. You’re a bit overheated from the partially crowded dining hall you had been in just a few minutes earlier and you really prefer it much more out here than back in there at the moment.

Nearly everyone you know is there. All four apocalypse knights as well as all their friends, Hendy and Dreyfus, mom and dad, Aunt Margaret and Uncle Gil. It’s a celebration of sorts. It’s someone’s birthday, one of the knights that isn’t Tris or Lance, though you’re not sure which one. Not that your father really needs much of a reason to throw a party anyways, but it is a nice sentiment at least.

It's not that you don't enjoy having fun with everyone, you do, but despite knowing every single person in that room, most of them aren't really your friends. Not including family, there’s only one person in there that you’re close to and by the time everyone had finished eating and scattered into different groups and conversations, you were the only person left by yourself, floundering to figure out what to do next. And so, you came outside to get some air.

"What are you doing now?" A voice says from beside you, the person sounding exasperated.

You turn to the right and crane your neck up towards the doorway leading from the dining hall to the balcony, your (Y/E/C) eyes locking with bright red ones. Your face flushes and you look away, bringing a hand up to rub at the back of your neck sheepishly.

"...sitting outside?" You ask uncertainly.

Lancelot sighs before he's sitting down next to you, so close that his shoulder is touching yours. You suppress a shiver at the warmth he radiates and loosen your hold on your knees, letting your legs stretch out in front of you. You mimic his sitting position, letting your leg touch his as well, and try your best not to think of your reason for doing so.

"(Y/N), you can be friends with them, too. Friendship isn't exclusive, you know." He points out for probably the millionth time in your guys' friendship.

"I know that, Lan, but you've never managed to succeed much in making friends in the past besides me and Tris, especially not an entire group of them, and I really don't wanna get in the way of that. You deserve to just have a group of friends without any interruptions." You tell him with confidence, even though you know it doesn't make much sense in the long run.

"And that wouldn't change just because you are a part of that group. You're my friend, too, my best friend, whether you're friends with the rest of them or not." He tells you, and you can feel his eyes on you, but you force yourself to keep looking away from him for just a little longer.

"Well, still. The five of you guys have a very unique bond and I'm not gonna take the chance of getting in the way of that." You say matter-of-factly.

Your best friend snorts. "Is that the same excuse you use with your brother? Cause I know you have this same argument with him just as much as you do with me."

You groan, throwing your head back and letting it hit the wall, causing a dull ache that you ignore. "Can we not talk about this right now, please?" You finally look at him, your eyes pleading for him to switch topics.

His expression softens as he looks at you and he nods. "Fine. Instead, let's drink." He gets a little grin on his face that's similar to an expression you'd seen on his father's face plenty of times, but at the same time, it's somehow still just all Lancelot. He holds up a dark green bottle and two chalices which had been on the other side of him, out of your line of sight.

You were glad for the conversation change and it was your turn to snort. "What did you sneak away this time?" You ask him knowingly.

He sits up a little straighter rather than slouching against the wall and places the chalices between his legs in front of him. "I have absolutely no idea but I snatched it from one of the castle guards. Heard him bragging about how good it was to one of his buddies, so you know, I thought you and I could test it out just to be sure he wasn't lying." He smirks as he opens up the bottle and starts pouring some for each of you.

You feel a slight flutter in your chest at the thought of him specifically wanting to share it with you and you stay quiet as you inspect the liquid in the chalice he hands you. The alcohol is a light pink color, almost translucent, and the first thing you can think of to compare it to, as random as it is, is Isolde's hair. Maybe a little darker, though. It's pretty. And not at all like any alcohol you'd ever seen or heard of before.

"You sure this is safe to drink?" You ask him sceptically as you turn your face towards him, though your eyes stay on your drink. "This isn't gonna turn out to actually be poison or anything, right?"

You bite your lip as you hear him let out that arrogant chuckle of his under his breath. "No, it's not poison, (Y/N). Now, c'mon, are we drinking or what?" He holds his chalice out and looks at you expectantly.

You shake your worry away and look at him with a small grin, tapping your chalice against his with a soft clink before you both take your first sip. Your eyes widen as the taste hits your tongue. It's sweet, with a slightly bitter undertone, and a deep burn as it slips down your throat that isn't unpleasant and definitely wouldn't be expected based on how sweet it is.

"Damn." Lancelot mutters appreciatively against the lip of his cup.

"Agreed." You mumble before taking a deeper gulp and enjoying it, closing your eyes and humming.

You pull your chalice away from your lips, intent on savoring what's left in it since it's your first time trying it, but Lancelot is gradually relaxing more against your side and the feel of his body still touching yours feels so much nicer than it should and you guys have an entire bottle to yourself and suddenly savoring your drink is the last thing on your mind as you shrug your shoulders and chug the rest of it down, sighing softly at the sweetness of it.

You relish in the taste for a few moments longer before grabbing the bottle from its spot in between Lance’s legs and refilling your chalice, though you misjudge and almost spill some of it over the rim of the cup. You giggle softly at yourself. You're quickly starting to realize that whatever this stuff is, it works fast, but you don't really mind.

"Hey, don't spill any of that, I only got one bottle this time and I don't wanna waste any of it." The boy beside you says sternly and at his words, you put every ounce of your focus into not spilling a single drop of alcohol until your chalice is filled and you hold the bottle out in his general direction.

He takes it from you and you take a long drink, sighing softly in content and slouching back against the wall, allowing your head to tip to the side and land on Lancelot's shoulder. He stiffens slightly beside you even as he leans his head against yours and you wonder if it’s the alcohol. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you have a fleeting thought that it’s strange for you to be so physically close with him, but it was gone as quick as it had come.

It seems that Lancelot's mind, however, lingers on it a little longer. "What are you doing?" He asks you softly, his voice almost a whisper and his words slightly slurring already.

"I'm relaxing." You state like it's obvious, noticing the same slur in your own voice. You take another drink as your eyes close before continuing. "Your shoulder is a really comfy pillow. And you're so warm." You find yourself leaning further into him as the cold wind blows against your mostly uncovered arms.

"(Y/N/N), people could walk right over here and see us like this." He says in that same soft tone, some emotion in his voice that you can't quite place in your current state of mind.

"So what?" You slur, finishing off your second drink. "'S not like we're doin' 'nything. Don' worry 'bout it, Lancey." The nickname you hadn't called him since you were nine slipped out without you asking it to, but thankfully, he doesn't acknowledge it.

You hear him sigh and you open your eyes to see him refilling his own drink and then yours, the bottle now empty. As you bring the chalice to your lips once more, you hear him speak so quietly that you're certain his words are only meant for his own ears, not yours.

"What am I going to do with you, huh?" The question is asked with a voice full of affection and you can't help but smile.

"Ya know, gettin' back to our rooms is gonna be a pain in the ass." You point out. "Next time, you gotta try an' find out how strong the stuff is before we drink it."

"Ah, shit." He curses and you snicker.

"Mmmm, maybe we can jus' sleep righ' here." You suggest, seriously considering it.

He lifts his head off of yours and you can't help but pout slightly as he starts shifting beside you. "We can't jus' sleep here, (Y/N/N). We gotta try and get to our actual beds." He reasons.

You groan as you sit up. "Ugh, why do you gotta be right?" You mumble.

He laughs softly as he sits up, leaning over your legs to nestle the empty bottle and now once again empty chalices into the corner of the balcony beside you. Seeing the action suddenly makes you wonder how he had even snuck any of it onto the balcony in the first place, but you're quickly distracted as Lancelot stands up.

He wobbles slightly as he does, reaching a hand out to steady himself with the wall, then he reaches a hand down to you. You grab it and allow him to help you stand, both of you taking a moment to gather your bearings and get used to standing. The world around you is wobbly and keeps going out of focus, but you have no choice but to force your vision to stay as clear as possible, as you will now have to walk quite a bit before you can get off of your feet again.

Simultaneously, you both step through the doorway and into the dining hall slowly and you squint at the brighter lighting, blinking quickly. "Here goes nothin'." Lancelot says quietly, and you both start making your way across the room as fast as your alcohol-infused brains will allow without either of you falling flat on your face. You manage to avoid catching the attention of anyone else in the room until about halfway to the doors leading to the hallway.

"Everything okay, (Y/N)?" Your dad calls from behind you and you freeze. Neither of you dare turn around, knowing that if you do, he'll immediately know what you and the blonde next to you have been doing. From your slow, uncertain steps to the bright flush that you just know is covering your face, your drunkenness would be completely obvious, and you know Lancelot is in a similar state.

You try to force your voice into some semblance of normal, trying to keep from slurring. "Yeah, F-Father, 'im fine." You tell him. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Lancelot nod his head in agreement with your statement.

Your dad gives a small hum as you blink and suddenly he's right beside you. Your eyes widen and you hear Lancelot choke before trying to cover it up with a cough. Your dad's expression is the same as always, just a casual, neutral expression that gives away none of his actual thoughts. However, in one of his hands is a bottle, and in his other is two empty chalices. None of the items ever had any special markings. Those could be any two chalices. That could be any old bottle of alcohol. But knowing your father, you know for a fact that they're the exact items that you and Lance had just left behind on the balcony.

You internally curse as you give your father an uncertain and sheepish grin. Your dad doesn't say anything else or react at all at first, but then he adjusts his hold on the chalices so that he can hold the bottle with the same hand as well, leaving one of his hands free. He suddenly gives his signature grin and his hand pats your back. It would've been a perfectly normal gesture except his hand comes down a little more forcefully than normal, causing you to stumble forward and almost fall on your face.

"Well, that's good! Go rest up, 'kay? We got a big day tomorrow!" He starts walking away but stops to do the same back patting move on Lancelot before he's moved across the room to do something else.

You and Lancelot turn to look at each other with wide eyes before you both turn forward and move as quickly as you can to get out of the room and into the hallway. Once the doors to the dining hall close behind you, you loop your arm with his without much thought to it, but you end up needing the support anyways as the two of you stumble through the halls.

Once you make it to your door, Lancelot starts to pull his arm away from yours, but you're quick to latch onto it again. "You gotta help me get to my bed." You whine softly, not caring much how you sound at this point.

He chuckles softly and the sound fills you up with a slight giddiness. "'Kay, fine." He says, pushing your doors open.

You both stumble into the room as the closing of the doors leave you in the very dim lighting of your bed chambers. You walk further into the room before your foot hits the corner of the long rug across the floor and you trip, falling forward. You yelp as you hit the ground and you hear a curse from beside you. You realize that you were still holding onto Lancelot's arm and had ended up dragging him down with you.

"'M sorry." You mumble quietly.

"'S fine." He reassures me.

You realize that you should probably get up now, but you're starting to get sleepy and your carpet is soft and you feel yourself sagging more into it. You look beside you to see Lancelot flipping over onto his back.

"Floor's comfy." He says softly.

You hum your agreement and after a moment of hesitation, you roll over and snuggle right up to him, your head going onto his shoulder and your arm throwing itself loosely over his chest and waist.

He gasps softly, freezing up, and you think for a moment that maybe you shouldn't have just done that. You're not really sure why you did it in the first place. Ever since laying your head on his shoulder earlier on, you had wondered what it would be like to snuggle all the way into his side, what it would be like to maybe even have his arms completely wrapped around you. You refuse to admit it right in this moment, but you’ve been wondering these types of things for awhile now, despite knowing you probably shouldn't. He’s your childhood best friend, you should see him as a brother, not as a potential romantic connection. But deep down you know that these feelings for him are inevitable considering you’ve had them for years. And so, when you saw him just laying there, you couldn't help yourself. It was like an instinct.

But now you’re wondering if he's been uncomfortable with you being all over him as you recall the way he stiffened earlier and the way he questioned your actions. You push away from him, opening your mouth and getting ready to apologize, when he suddenly beats you to it.

"No, wait-" His voice is suddenly filled with a strange sense of panic as his arm quickly curls around you and pulls you back against him, your head coming to rest on his chest this time, though neither of you voice any complaints. Your arm goes back around his torso as his stays curled around your waist. "Stay, please." He says in a tone of voice that even you very rarely hear from him. It’s pleading, vulnerable. Almost afraid, in a way. Of what, you aren't quite sure. But you aren't going to question him about it, not sure you'd even get an answer if you did.

"Okay." You try your best to pronounce the whole word, feeling it important to do so. "'M here." You say, trying your best to reassure whatever fears are currently nestled into that strange brain of his.

He suddenly turns onto his side and wraps his other arm around you as well, pulling you closer, your face in his chest and his face in your hair. The motion was quick, like he was in a hurry to do it. You relax completely, practically melting into him and the floor under you. You're completely surrounded by him and suddenly you want nothing more than to stay here for the rest of your life.

You nuzzle your face against his shirt as your eyelids start to droop. It's been a long day and the alcohol coursing through your system hasn't added to your energy at all. The last thing you hear before you fall asleep is Lancelot mumbling something that sounds like, "Smells nice." As he burrows his face further into your hair.

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A/N: What do y'all think?? Please let me know!! I should have chapter 2 finished soon, there's going to be both a male!reader version of it and a female!reader version of it. Pronouns still aren't specified, but there's a certain part of the chapter that differs greatly depending on gender, tbh, so if you'd like to be tagged for the next chapter, let me know which version you'd like to be tagged for!! You can also ask to be tagged for both versions if you'd like to be!!! Thank you for reading!!!

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twisted-art-wounders · 1 month

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YGO AU: Breaking the Seal 10

Chapter 10 Beacon

As a great storm passes through confusion and fear rip through his heart, light is needed to find the horizon, can Yugi reach the light?

Yugi' sat in shock at her words; hot? The tea was hot? It couldn't be hot!

His eyes wavered as his mouth turned his shocked expression into a forced smile.

“Y-your joking right? This water is ice cold…” Yugi looked down at his lap and knee that had become wet form the spill then back up to his friends who still looked at him like he was crazy. “This is…this is just a big joke right? Right!”

“Yugi, you poured that cup yourself…” Joey responded now.

He looked at not only the other cups on the table but at the sitting tea pot in the middle of the table; visible steam raising form all 3 cups and the spout of the pot. That's when it hit him; he did pour out a hot cup didn't he? He saw the steam and knew it was hot but he didn't feel the heat…he just assumed form everyone else actions it was hot and acted the same.

His bottom lip quivered as he dropped the napkin, looking at the tea pot again he had to test this. Before any of his friends could talk again he pulled the top off the tea pot and shoved his hand inside the opening. He kept his hand submerged in the liquid making all this friends watch in fear and shock.

Tea screamed while the other two yelled at him, Joey grabbing Yugi's wrist and pulling his hand out of the pot before grabbing him by the shoulders and yelling.

“What the hell do you think your doing?!”

Yugi didn't look up at Joey he only focused on his wet open hand; he saw it was tinting pink and red a sign of burning, a sign his brain should be shouting up to him -You're hurt! You're hurt! This hurts! Stop!- but nothing…he felt numb and cold like there was no sensation, no feeling at all. He was drowning out the sounds of his friends panicked reactions and them calling his name over and over.

Finally Joey started to shake him and all at once he returned to the waking world; he looked directly into his eyes then back to the others who'd gotten up form their seats leaning close to him, all of them wanting to know if he was okay.

“Yugi! Are you okay?” was the question on all of their minds.

Yugi looked back down at his hand as it shivered softly, he let out another forced smile before answering.

“I don't feel it.”

This made his three friends confused, what did he mean he couldn't feel it? Feel what?

“The heat, the pain, nothing…my mind should be screaming out how much this hurts and yet…” Yugi's lips were whimpering as he felt tears grow in the corners of his eyes “I can't feel it…I can't feel anything anymore…”

“Even the food…I couldn't smell the burger or even taste it! It was like eating styrofoam!”

Yugi's whole body started to shake as he lowered his head, Joey let go once he felt Yugi's shaking prompting Yugi to hug himself for some comfort.

“…Is this what dying is?” he whispered lowly. “I'm… I already done for?”

When Joey heard the words “Dying” and “Done for” he once again snapped at him.

“What do you mean 'dying'? Whose dying?!”

Yugi slowly and calmly answered him.

“Me…”

There was so much confusion and anger and sadness coming form the once quiet night on the jet, it matched the raging storm they found themselves flying through currently. The pilot thankfully was experienced enough that he could guide them through the storm safely but there still was some turbulence to deal with, not only form the plane but form the 4 friends currently travelling inside.

Joey was pacing up and down the planes small and short hallway, Tristan sat on the armrest of a seat with his arms crossed. Tea sat right beside Yugi as best should could, her hand on his hand squeezing it gently. Yugi had just finished explaining the events that lead to him speaking out about his so called “death”. All of this information all at once made each of their stomachs sink and caused them to react in their own ways.

Joey of course was angered by Yugi keeping this kind of secret to himself, Tristan shared the same anger but was expressing it more calmly then his blonde friend. While Tea as shocked and upset as she was about the information, still focused her attention to Yugi and how depressed and sunken he was acting. She wanted nothing more then to comfort him, they all did but they just didn't know how.

“Yugi! Why would you keep something like this form us!?” Joey yelled not directly at him but more internally to himself.

“Joey clam down! It's not his fault!” Tea scolded

“My Best friend is slowly dying and he doesn't tell me! I think I'm in the he right to be a little pissed here!” Joey huffed crossing his arms.

“Yeah, we're all pissed dude. Yugi, keeping secrets form us doesn't help!” Tristan also said again not directly at Yugi but he was hoping he understood why they were angry.

“And yelling wont help us either! Yugi's upset and scared enough! The last thing he needs to guilt on top of it!” Tea angerly narrowed her eyes to Tristan who shot a glare at her.

“Yeah? Well maybe he needs to remember we're on his side! And to stop hiding things form us! We're basically on a timeline here! We can't just sit around and play anymore!” Joey growled stopping in front of the occupied seats.

“You need to clam down! We can't do anything until we land anyway!” Tea squeezed Yugi's hand again “So you being pissy isn't going to solve anything! Right now we need to be here for Yugi!” Tea let out an angry sigh and looked down at Yugi.

Yugi sat in his seat and sunk lower and lower the more he heard his friends yelling between each other. He knew this was all his fault, he did this to them! Why didn't he just tell the truth before? His heart sank lower into his stomach the more he felt the frustration fill the area. He pulled his legs close to his chest letting go of Tea's hand, and rested his face on his knees.

“I'm sorry…” he said weakly making all of them looked at him.

“I never wanted to make you guys upset by worrying about me…with everything going on I didn't want to make things worse but I did! I'm so sorry…” Yugi hugged himself more, hoping he'd curl up so small no one would notice him anymore.

All of their hearts sank watching him do this, Tea being the closest brought her arms around him and pulled him into a hug.

“Don't blame yourself…we're all just shocked by being told this so suddenly.” Tea rested her head on his hair and kept her hold on him.

Joey and Tristan both came closer, with the table out of the way it was easier for them to kneel down by his seat.

“Yeah sorry man, you know I always blow my top a bit too quick…” Joey had a soft smile on his face and reached out resting a hand on Yugi's shoulder.

“We just worry about you Yugi, with everything going on lately we just wanna keep you safe.” Tristan also had a soft smile on his face and rested his hand on Yugi's other shoulder.

Yugi looked up as best he could, with all the attention he was getting it made him a bit embarrassed but he still welcomed it none the less. He'd never thought but always hoped and wished for friends like them and now here they were in his time of need right by his side.

Yugi smiled softly as well with tears in his eyes.

“Thank you…”

-- The jet was once again quiet as the plane travelled through the storm; thunder booming outside as the winds blew rain all around, the crackle and flash of lighting as it nearly hit the plane. The clouds forming a tunnel which the plane was passing through almost like a portal leading to a whole new world. Not really though they where still on course to make it past the Pacific Ocean and soon land at the San Francisco International Airport in the next 6 hours. With that in mind the group had all decided to sleep and hopefully figure out a new plan in morning once they where all rested. Mai was still set to meet them at the airport, so they would have their ride as soon as they landed.

Joey and Tristan sat beside each other with their seats rested down flat making a cot for them to sleep on. A single blanket for each of them as cover with a pillow for extra comfort. Both had already fallen asleep quickly it was in their nature to find someway to fall asleep even with everything they'd just learned. Tea asked Joey to switch seats with her -he didn't mind- so she was seated next to Yugi.

Yugi was curled up in his seat with one arm out and reached holding onto Tea's hand. He too had fallen asleep, he seemed to be sleeping so much more these days. Tea on the other hand was still awake still keeping his hand in hers tenderly grasped. She was so sure if she closed her eyes for too long or let go of his hand he'd vanish form her sight, he'd be gone…

That thought alone kept her awake in fear; she wanted to sleep her eyes were closing and she could barely keep them open now. But she fought hard to keep them open and herself awake. She watched him slumber his breathing was soft and faint always so quiet…

//Just keep looking…just keep looking so he wont…// she blinked slowly her eyes shutting for a moment before opening again only to repeat the process again. Blinking then slowly closing then snap awake only to-

“Tea.” a soft whisper forced her eyes to open again and look over to Yugi but this time she didn't see Yugi's normal sleeping face she saw Yami Yugi's face greeting her. She raised her head slightly at the shock of seeing the pharaoh instead of Yugi, she rubbed her eyes with her free hand and whispered low

“P-Pharaoh?” she blushed as she realized the other Yugi was now in control of the shared body meaning she was holding onto his hand now.

He gave a soft smile to her “You need to rest.”

“I …I can't…” the words seeped out of her mouth “he…he might…”

She felt Yami squeeze her hand back which made her stop and look into his eyes, unlike Yugi's his were fully bright and purple.

“He's not going anywhere. I'm seeing to it. But you need your rest…you can't do anything if you're tired.” Yami smiled again making her heart flutter instantly, his words his voice it was so calming for her… “Please rest…”

Tea felt a small tear fall form her eye which she rubbed away “Please…keep him safe.”

“That's a promise.” He nodded to her, this finally putting her as ease enough to let her eyes properly close and for her to finally drift off to sleep.

Yami kept his eyes on her for a while his hand still clasped in her own. He wasn't going to let go, she really needed the comfort right now and he had slept enough today. He was going to keep his word and keep Yugi safe. Another flash of lighting filled the plane's fuselage with light for a fraction of a second followed by the dooming crash of the thunder once more. The storm seemed to just go on and on tonight…

As the storm raged on outside of the plane inside of Yugi's subconscious he found himself a drift on a small raft made of logs all tied together, a single sail was being battered by the howling winds as rain beat down around him. Yugi clung to the mast for dear life, he was trapped out in the middle of what looked like a vast endless ocean. It was so dark as the clouds in the sky made all the light vanish leaving everything bathed in a dark hue of grey.

“Seriously brain! Are we back to the whole horrible weather conditions thing again? I thought we fixed this!?” Yugi yelled to himself as his tiny raft swung and pulled being carried by the massive waves turning up around him.

“Dartz!” Yugi yelled out looking around hoping for some sign of the teal haired man who always seemed to be around when he came into his subconscious mind but was obviously now absent.

“Please! Dartz I need you! I need you're help!” Yugi tried yelling again but his voice was drowned out by the storm raging on around him.

Yugi wasn't sure if he was crying or or if his face was just wet form the rain and salt water smashing against him. All he knew was he was terrified and alone…his terror only increased as he saw that right in front of him a massive 100ft wave was building up higher and higher ready to crash down on top of him.

Yugi could only brace for impact as the cold and powerful wall of water crashed into his tiny raft, wreaking it completely, the force of the wave dragging him under water. He only had a moment to hold his breath before the impact and now was being carried deeper underwater. The impact left him dazed and confused as he tried to find out which way he needed to swim to breach the surface. Looking up he did see the water was lighter meaning that was the surface of the water so he started to swim upwards towards it.

Just as he began his assent towards the surface something started to pull at his neck and in a instant he started to sink downwards. He was jarred by the feeling and looked down to see what could be pulling him down, he was shocked to find it was his Millennium Puzzle. It was shining and glowing as it did when it was activating it's hidden powers, but this time it felt like it weighted more then the 5 pounds it normally was around his neck.

Yugi pulled at the chain trying to keep it form sinking but he felt it only got heavier not only that it felt like it was forcing him down. Yugi started to panic once he realized it was sinking him, no matter how hard he kicked and pulled at the chain the hunk of gold kept it's decent. His rational mind told him to just remove the puzzle and let it sink, but his heart was screaming to him to not let go, no matter what don't let go!

If not for the fact he was under water one would be able to see the tears forming in his eyes as he desperately tried to pull the puzzle up with him. He tried to grab the puzzle itself hoping to lift it that way but gravity prevented him from reaching close enough to do that. Yugi let out a cry as the last of his breath left his mouth water now started to fill his mouth and lungs. Yugi lamented to his fate and finally allowed the puzzle and himself to sink into the darkness. His vision grew darker as he felt himself beginning to drown, his eyes started to close slowly.

As he sank deeper and deeper into the waters the last bubbles leaving him and floating back to the surface, something else around his neck started to glow. From under the neckline of his shirt the green shard necklace freed itself and emitted a powerful flash of green light and energy. Yugi's eyes started to open again as they focused on the green object floating before him, by instinct he reached out and took the green shard into his hand.

Yet another flash of green filled the area as the rumble of something huge could be felt all around the water. Yugi wasn't sure what it was but it was big and powerful, he could barely focus anymore so he closed his eyes for a second time just as the very big and powerful force he felt came and seemed to swallow him whole.

The next thing he knew he was warm, covered in warmth in fact. His eyes fluttered open he could see blurred images all around him. He blinked again trying to focus; he was in a room a cozy room. He looked below himself and saw he was covered in a soft and warm blanket, seated on what felt like a very comfy couch. There was a fire roaring in a fire place to one side, stone walls that rain up around 10 ft only to be replaced with windows that surrounded the circular room. In the centre of the ceiling above a giant green gemstone was hanging in mid air emitting the same green glow the shard on his necklace gave off. A powerful beam of light was shooting out in two directions and spun around almost like a beacon like something you'd find in a lighthouse…

He heard the sound of foot steps against a wooden floor that echoed in the room, turning his head to the side he saw his old-new friend wearing his signature purple suit and carrying a tray with two mugs of steaming hot what he assumed was tea.

Yugi tried to mouth his name but his voice was soft and crackled a bit. “D-Dartz…”

Dartz gave Yugi a gentle smile as he approached Yugi form the side of the couch and placed the tray he was carrying on a small table in the middle of the room.

“Ah I see you're awake, you gave me quite a scare back there you know.” Dartz sat down in a chair beside the couch.

“Yo-you saved me?” Yugi asked quietly trying to sit up only to feel Dart'z hand rest on his chest and softly push him back down, then it ran up to his cheek and rested there for a moment.

His mismatched eyes were looking down at Yugi.

“Yes. Now rest you nearly drowned you know. Luckily I managed to find you and bring you here safely out of the rain.”

Yugi's eyes snapped to attention the moment he mentioned rain making him sit back up quickly and yell. “What happened!? Why is my mind flooded like an ocean? You said the rain was good for me but now it made my mind like this!”

Dartz was caught off guard by his questions mixed with his quick movements.

“I thought I was getting better but I feel like I'm getting worse!” Yugi looked at his hands now they were shaking not form the cold but form fear. He clutched them shut as tears filled his eyes, he snapped his attention over to Dartz who only watched him with a neutral expression on his face.

“I hurt the other me! I yelled at him and I -I blamed him because of a dream!” Yugi was trembling all over and sunk his face into his hands “I'm awful! I'm a horrible friend! I lied to my other friends and now their upset and scared and I ruined everything!” Yugi started to sob. “I'm so pathetic…”

Yugi then felt a warm body embrace him wholly, he heard the quiet “shh” come form Dartz's mouth.

“Now that is not true. You're just upset with yourself. You have nothing to be ashamed of.”

Yugi still sobbed as he felt his tears kept streaming down his cheeks “My-My puzzled tried to drown me…why would it do that? Does it sense I'm worse? Am I not worthy of it anymore?”

“Shh…” Dartz released himself form the embrace and reached over to the small table picking up the mug and handing it over to Yugi. “Drink it, you'll feel better.”

Yugi opened his hands and took the warm mug, it felt good to have the feeling of warmth within himself again as he sipped the steeping hot tea form the mug. Dartz always prepared tea for him and once he drank it he always felt better… and this was no different. Almost like a blanket the warm beverage entered his body and immediately he started to clam down, he started to listen…he could hear the sound if rain hitting the windows of the building.

“There, much better now?” Dartz smiled softly as Yugi nodded to him not taking his eyes off the contents of the mug, his vision was so transfixed on the reflection of himself it gave of.

Once he knew Yugi was clam he spoke again “Now, do you hear the rain outside?”

Yugi again nodded not taking his eyes off of the reflection.

“I told you before rain is very important…Rain…Water is the source of all life. And while it can cause damage, flooding and the like, it plays a very important purpose…it cleanses us.”

Yugi looked over to Dartz now confusion on his face so he went on again “This same rain that falls outside that floods your mind…it falls all around the world; on rivers and sand, it feeds the forests and the land, giving plants and living creatures life…This is nature…this is life.”

“The rain will not last forever…but it is needed to help things…to help you grow.” Dartz looked at Yugi directly his gaze was serious as was his voice. “You need the rain Yugi. It is the only way for you to grow and change…Do you really wish to stay as you are?”

Yugi looked down keeping a firm grab on his cup “There's…nothing sadder then being stuck as you are.”

“The hardest thing in life is leaning to let things go…even if they give us comfort…they can still hurt us.” Dartz looked down at Yugi mostly staring at his puzzle, once Yugi realized that is what he was looking at, he rested the mug over it trying to hide it form his sight.

“I-I can't let it go… I wont let it go!” Yugi then shouted “I know he'll have to leave me someday but…I can't…I can't let him go…not yet…” Yugi rested one hand on the puzzle.

“It..had to be a mistake…it'd never-he'd never try to hurt me…” Yugi took another sip of his mug and sighed.

“You almost drowned.” Dartz said very directly towards him “You would have drowned were it not for me.”

Yugi looked over to Dartz who sat cross legged in his chair watching him with his mismatched eyes, Yugi looked away he didnt like it when he looked at him like that, he felt so uneasy…

“T-that wouldn't have been the first time…I almost drowned before because of a friend…” Yugi looked down at his mug again and finished his tea with one final gulp before placing it down at his side.

Dartz tilted his head resting it on his palm and asked “Is that so? Tell me more…”

Yugi's eyes were wavering as he started to tell him about his duel at the pier; handcuffs attached to chains leading form his and Joey's feet to a giant anchor hanging above their heads. Joey under the control of a psychopath forcing them into a life or death duel that would lead to nothing but pain and sorrow… a cruel game…

Yugi held his head as he remembered fainting at the firey blast that reduced his life points to zero, the explosion form above, the anchor falling into the ocean and dragging both of them to their deaths. He remembers the cold water filling his lungs as they sank deeper and deeper, finally the click form his leg shackle and his body floating away back to the surface…as Joey stayed below watching him.

Yugi broke down into tears again and started sobbing, pulling his knees up to his face and crying into them. He didn't need to say anything more for Dartz to understand how horrid this all was for him, just his reaction was enough for him to get up form his chair and hold him closely. As Yugi sobbed Dartz again shushed him and held him closely giving him all the comfort he'd need.

Dartz was smiling in pure delight, the dread and sorrow pouring out of Yugi was so delicious. To him this was one of the finest meals on earth and was going to be used as an oh so perfect topping to his plans…

“You don't have to say anything more…I understand it was so dreadful for you…No wonder you fear the water so much…”

Yugi sniffled but didn't let go, he couldn't let go he just dug his fingers into the back of his suit more and buried his face in his chest. Dartz allowed him too and kept him close stroking his hair softly.

After awhile Dartz spoke again.

“Yugi…I need to show you something.”

Yugi looked up at him confused as Dartz let go of him and stood up, he held out his hand and Yugi took it standing up as well. Dartz lead Yugi to a staircase inside of a wall and they both ascended it quietly, the stairs lead them to the stop floor of the building. Just as he saw before there was a giant green gemstone encased in glass and was spinning around like the beacon on a lighthouse. Yugi could see through the windows now ad saw the storm outside was still raging on, looking down outside he could see the tower they were in was built close to the edge of a large cliff with many jagged rocks below that the waves crashed into.

“So this is a lighthouse…” he said as Dartz stood beside him and nodded.

“Indeed, another wonderful creation of yours…” Dartz said with a slight smile

Yugi looked up at him and asked “I…I made this?”

Dartz chuckled “Why of course…I told you this is your mind! your wonderful creative mind…Everything here is your creation. You built this lighthouse as a beacon for yourself…”

“A beacon for myself…” Yugi closed his eyes trying to think of why his mind would do this… then it hit him. “Right! I was lost at sea! And lighthouses are there to mark land and rocks for sailors!”

Dartz smiled and nodded to him warmly. “A beacon to guild you home…but also a warning.” His tone shifted again to more serious note his hands folding behind his back once more and he gazed out at the sea.

“A warning?” Yugi looked up at Dartz again his eyes wavering he knew what he was about to say but he didn't want to believe it… “Please don't tell me you think the Pharaoh is trying to control me…trying to hurt me…” Yugi balled up his hands into fists. “He…is my friend…I have to trust him.”

Dartz closed his eyes and let out a sharp breath “I know you wish to trust him whole heartily, so I will not pressure you any further. All I ask is that you keep this in mind; Chains are very strong and good at keeping the things we love bond and safe…but we can become so entangled in them we don't realize those same chains can and will drag us down if we are not careful.”

He then turned back towards the beacon's light as it shown out again across the water. Yugi looked at Dartz then back at the water as he saw the storm was starting to clam down just a little. In his heart he did take in the words…the warning Dartz gave him. His hands went down along the chain of his puzzle before finally resting on the puzzle itself. His mind was so cluttered and scared, he just didn't know what to do anymore. Dartz was right…but he had to be wrong, right? His heart was crying so much now he just didn't know what to think…

Yugi closed his eyes letting out another breath. “I'll keep it in mind.” He said and turned to look at the beacon as well, Dartz put a hand on his shoulder and have him a soft smile.

“If you ever feel lost Yugi, the light will guild you back home…”

Yugi looked at the glimmering stone as it bathed him in it's light “Home…There's no place like home…” he chanted to himself.

In and instant he was gone again and Dartz stood in the tower alone, he let out a breath as his mouth twisted in to a wicked smile as he let out a chuckle. The storm outside seemingly disappearing as the clouds moved away and sun started to shrine over the now clam waters.

“I've set up port in your heart and now I know how to ensnare you…” Dartz reached out, his hand open before closing his fingers slowly like the claws of a trap. “It wont be long now Pharaoh…He's almost mine.”

The storm had finally settled and gone as the plane had come over the horizon; dawn peeking out form the clouds as they came closer to their final destination. Yugi slowly opened his eyes to see his hand was s till clasped in Tea's own, she and other's were still fast asleep he was the only one up. Yugi wasn't sure he wanted to be awake just yet he just wanted to watch her sleep a bit…

Then a wave of nausea hint him like a truck, his eyes bulging out and becoming watery as he pulled his hand form Tea's and used it to cover his mouth. The sudden jolt woke Tea up, she rubbed her eyes as she looked up and saw Yugi was fully sat up and holding his mouth with both hands now.

“Y-yugi?” she asked groggily trying to wake up.

Yugi couldn't hold it anymore so he jumped up form his seat and made a mad dash towards the washroom, slamming the door behind him. The motion and noise caused the other two form their sleep, Tea was on her feet and already heading towards the washroom door shouting Yugi's name. Joey and Tristan were still rubbing the sleep form their eyes as they too got up and stretched asking Tea what was wrong.

“I don't know! He just got up and ran to the bathroom!” She shouted making both Joey and Tristan grim and chuckle.

“Chill Tea, he's just taking a morning leek.” Tristan yawned.

“Yeah, don't you pee when you wake up first thing?” Joey rubbed his hair then gave himself a good stretch.

“Yeah but-” she was interrupted with the sound of wrenching coming form the bathroom, this made all of them worried now so they asked.

“Do…you think it was the food?” Joey asked worried as he heard the wrenching happen again.

“Jeeze I hope not we had two burgers each…” Tristan gulped a bit.

Tea had gone up to the door and knocked “Yugi, are you okay?” She was so worried now since he was panting as well.

Meanwhile inside the bathroom stall Yugi was clinging to what the toilet bowl was on a plane just a metal seat with a hole; as his body kept throwing up everything in his stomach into the bowel. Yugi was guessing it was the food he had the other day coming up on him but when he looked into the hole he didn't see the remnants of un-disgusted food…he saw what looked like sand.

He was in shock…why why was he throwing up- and again the nausea happened causing him to throw up even more sand into the hole. He panted again as he heard the voice of Tea outside the bathroom now asking if he was okay.

He tried to gather up all his chipper energy and answered

“I-I'm fine! Just some air sickness!”

Then he returned to the wrenching, this time he swore he saw some plant life in it? Flowers? Vines? What on earth was going on?! Another heave and there was water now!? Sea water? ARGH!!!

Yami watched in horror and he saw Yugi throwing up more and more, it made him sick to see him in so much pain, oh how he wanted to just comfort him and hold him right now. He reached but a shock entered his mind like before…the last time he tried to touch himYugi…He pulled his hand away just as he saw Yugi stand up slightly, his legs weak once more as he reached out to press the release button on the toilet.

Yugi looked in the small mirror and could see just how dishevelled he was looking; His eyes where more grey, his skin was moist and pale, his hair was unkempt. Yugi swallowed hard and turned on the tap, splashing water on his face and raising his mouth out as best he could. Once he was done he looked at himself once more…he looked just like how he used to look before he had friends before he had the puzzle; depressed, miserable and lonely…

Yugi sighed and forced a smile on his face, he put more then enough worry into his friends the night before, today was a new day! And they where going to see Pegasus! Everything was going to be just fine!

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hii!! i love ur account so much<33 could i request a lancelot x reader where reader is meliodas and elizabeth’s child and her, tristan and lancelot have a sleepover and lancelot and reader end up cuddling eachother? tysm<3

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synopsis: the tristan platoon are supposed to be having a sleepover together, and as the prince’s younger sibling, naturally you’re invited to join them. however, lancelot is there too and he makes it his goal to get on your nerves. but, there’s nothing a good cuddle can’t fix!

content warning: fluff, ooc lancelot since he’s relatively new to me, reader is tristan’s younger sibling, lance and the reader bicker a lot.

author’s note: i’m glad you enjoy my content, thank you for this request anon!! i hope it’s up to your taste!! like i said, lance is new to me so he might be a bit out of character, but i really enjoyed writing for him!!

word count: 2.4k

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IT’S A FAIRLY NORMAL DAY IN LIONES, you’re out and about doing your normal royal duties which consists of assisting the villagers, dropping off some weird magical artifacts and herbs for hendrickson, assisting more villagers. you know, the usual. by the time you’re finished with all your duties, it’s dusk and you’re covered in grime and sweat.

you wave goodbye to the nice family you were helping out before mounting your horse alexander to head back to the castle, your pace is much slower than what you usually go by. you want to get home as soon as possible to take a nice long bath and get something to eat, sure, but at the same time, you longed to watch as the sun descended behind the clouds. it’s not everyday you get to do that with how busy you are nowadays.

your mind wanders as you ride. you take in the cool breeze, shivering when the wind blows a little too harshly. if you catch a cold neither your mother nor your older brother would let you hear the end of it. they’d baby you ‘till you can no longer stand it.

speaking of your brother, you wonder what he’s up to. ever since he was officially established as a knight of the apocalypse, you’ve barely seen him. he’s either out doing one thing or the other with his platoon or training to get stronger.

truth be told, you miss being able to do runs like these together. you sigh sadly as you recount the times you guys would prolong your outings to get some snacks or watch the sun set, sometimes you guys would wait ‘till the sky is filled with nothing but the twinkling stars. your father would always give you both an earful but he gave up after a while seeing as it was reoccurring. it became routine. but now, you can barely say good morning to tristan, sometimes you don’t see him for days on end. it’s lonely but you don’t want to express that empty feeling, he’s busy enough as is. you’ll just spend your days playing with the children of the village to pass time.

as the castle comes into view, you slow down even more, taking your sweet time before you’ll have to depart from your beloved steed. “welcome back, your highness,” the guards at the castle’s entrance greet as you trot in. you wave to them as you hop off alexander's back, leading him over to the stables where the horse tender takes him off your hands.

you stretch, popping your back and shoulders as you walk down the large halls of liones castle, heading up to your room to take a quick bath. by the time you’re out and ready to relax, the sun is out of view and the moon has begun to peek out from the horizon. “the days seem to be going faster now,” you mummer, “winter is closely approaching.”

you shut the door to your room behind you as you make your way to the kitchen. your stomach had been growling throughout your bath and the maid helping you had left to prepare something as per your request. as you draw near to the grand kitchen, you hear hushed whispers and little squeals which elicits a raised eyebrow of curiosity.

you peek into the kitchen, and lo and behold, your brother and his platoon are there all dressed in comfortable pyjamas as they gather some snacks. your snacks. you love your brother, you really do, but nobody takes your snacks.

“i’m gonna whoop his—“

“what’re you doing, y/n?”

you let out a screech, your soul almost leaving your body. you turn back to face the person who’d come up behind you, and your eyes meet lancelot’s ruby ones. he looks down at you, his arms are crossed over his chest, and he has an eyebrow raised in his typical sassy fashion.

“lancelot, you scared me…” you huff out, standing up straight. you awkwardly scratch the back of your head. this is not a good look for you.

“you should’ve heard me coming up behind you. don’t tell me you’ve been getting sloppy with your perceptive skills, your highness,” he leans closer to you, getting far too close for your liking.

“of course not! i was just… preoccupied,” you lie through the skin of your teeth, turning your head away to stare into the dimly lit hallway. lancelot says nothing in response, but gives you a teasing smile in return.

“sure, princess. sure.” he obviously doesn’t believe you. he pats your shoulder and walks into the kitchen, his hands in his pockets and back hunched in terrible posture just like his dad. god these two are so alike.

“princess y/n!” isolde squeals in delight, engulfing you in a warm hug the minute you step into the kitchen. you can’t help but grin when she scoops you into her arms, holding you off the floor to nuzzle her cheeks against yours. isolde gives the best hugs, hands down.

“hey, isolde. long time no see, eh?”

from the corner of your eye, you see jade waving to you and next to him is chion who just gives you a stare before turning his attention back to your older brother. typical.

“y/n! when did you get back?” tristan is quick to give you his own hug when isolde sets you back onto your feet. you wrap your arms around him and take a moment to relish in his warmth before answering his question.

“about an hour ago. i was in the bath.”

your brother hums in response, giving you a squeeze before he pulls away. “we were about to have a sleepover, would you like to join us?”

a sleepover, huh? that explains the pj’s and the snack theft. but, it sounds like a nice way to unwind. why not? it wouldn’t hurt, right? you follow after the tristan platoon and lancelot as you all make your way to your brother’s bedroom, the site for the sleepover tonight.

“i’m surprised you stuck around, lance,” you look towards the blonde who scratches his nape, heaving a sigh at the nickname. he doesn’t dislike it, really. he finds the intimacy in nicknames quite comforting, but when you call him that, he gets all nervous and jittery. he hates that feeling, it’s too out of character for him.

“didn’t i tell you not to call me that?”

you let out a huff at his comment. he should know by now that you’ll use every opportunity you have to annoy him. “aw but, lance,” you make sure to stress the name, silently snickering when he side eyes you, his face bearing an exasperated expression. “i’ve been calling you this since we were in diapers! why does it matter now?”

lancelot rolls his eyes at you, your shit eating grin serving to piss him off further. however, he makes no move to speed up his walking pace, it’s not like he’s actually mad at you. a little annoyed, sure, but, you’re the only one in the group he can actually stand so he might as well swallow the teasing. “cram it, princess.”

you let out a fake gasp of offence, dramatically placing your hand onto your chest. “lancelot! how vulgar!” you hear tristan snicker as lancelot lets out a loud groan in response to your antics.

when the lot of you finally reach the prince’s bedchamber, jade is quick to run in and flop onto the big mattress, sighing in content as he practically melts into the cotton. you follow suit and cuddle up to one of the pillows. the familiar smell of lavender immediately engulfs you and fills your senses, bringing back nostalgic memories that run as far back to your toddler days.

you clutch the pillow tight, thanking whatever deity that’s out there for allowing you this chance. they must have taken pity on you when you were reminiscing earlier and granted this opportunity. when the space beside you dips, you look over to see lancelot and notice how he still has his shoes on, not caring if the white bed sheets get dirty because of them.

“how crude of you to get on the bed with shoes on. dirty shoes no less.” lancelot’s left eye twitches at the jab you’d made. you’re seriously making him contemplate not being as nice to you as he normally is. so much for being the most tolerable one of the group.

“i suggest you watch what you say to me, princess,” he folds his arms over his chest, kicking off his shoes nonetheless. you cringe when they hit the wall with a thunk.

“what will you do if i don’t, hm, lance?” you egg him on, shooting him a pointed look. he scoffs at you.

“you really want to find out, princess?”

“alright, you two, no more fighting!” isolde scolds from her place at the foot of the bed, her cheeks puffed out in a pout. tristan nods in agreement.

“isolde’s right, we’re here to have fun and relax. put your bickering aside for tonight, please?”

you and lancelot side eye each other but grumble out your respective affirmations. tristan smiles at your compliance.

“now, let the fun begin!!”

remember when you said that partaking in this sleepover wouldn’t be a bad thing? yeah, you take that back. wanna know why? lancelot made it his mission to annoy you tonight.

you’re playing hide and seek? he’s making sure to scout you out first. you’re playing card games? get ready to lose five times in a row. it’s like he gets off at your misery. maybe you should ask his mom to teach you how to conceal your thoughts because this is just getting ridiculous.

“aaaand, i win, again! you really suck at this, princess,” lancelot gives you a smug smirk and it takes all your self restraint to not jump over the table and start brawling with him, but you’d probably lose at that too, so you just pout in annoyance instead.

“that’s just by luck, don’t get cocky!”

“mhm, sureeeeee.”

sensing that your patience has thinned considerably, tristan is quick to intervene. you really might start a fight with lancelot and that’s the last thing you all need. meliodas would definitely give you an earful about how “you need to conduct yourself with decorum,” even though he acts the exact same when your uncle ban pisses him off.

“how about we head to bed? it’s gotten really late,” the silver-haired prince smiles, already packing away the cards.

“oh come on, what’s one more round? the princess seems to be dying for another rematch.”

lancelot disregards the glare you send his way, your brother sighs. “y/n, do you want to play one more round?”

you see a flicker of pleading pool in his different coloured eyes and shake your head. you’ll get lancelot back at your own time, you guess.

“aw, scared i’ll kick your ass again, your highness?”

“shut the fuck up or i’ll shove those cards up your ass,” you hiss at him.

“oh, yeah? how crude of you to speak in such a vulgar way, princess.”

your eye twitches in response to his teasing and isolde is quick to hold you back from doing something you would most definitely regret when morning comes.

“that’s enough! to bed, both of you!”

you pout when tristan takes on a scolding tone of voice, grumbling about how lancelot started it. the man in question just shrugs. if all he had to do was annoy you to get so many cute reactions from you, he might as well make it into a habit. you already do this with him everyday, surely you can take what you dish out.

finally, you all settle into the king sized bed all ready to fall asleep, but there’s one tiny problem. lancelot is right behind you, breathing down your neck. when isolde suggested you all cuddle up on tristan’s bed, you didn’t mind being squished together with your childhood friends and your older brother, but having lancelot behind you was not ideal. it’s not like you hate him or anything, really, you don’t. it’s the opposite actually. you like him, that’s the problem, and you fear that he can hear your heart palpitating or he can hear your thoughts spiralling out of control at how close he is. you can feel his warmth bleeding into your skin. he’s so, so warm.

“can you please stop thinking so loud, princess? it’s hard to get some shut eye when all i hear is how warm i am.” your soul almost leaves your body when lancelot whispers into your ear, his breath tickling your sensitive skin. you want to crawl into a hole and die there.

“…sorry.”

lancelot can’t hold back the chuckle that escapes him and wraps an arm around you. he leans in close enough to give you a teasing peck on your neck, fully aware of how sensitive you are. “go to sleep, princess.”

gosh, now there’s really no hope for you.

“aww, they’re so cute!!”

“shh… don’t wake them!”

you’re pulled out of your peaceful slumber at the hushed whispers around you. what the hell are the yapping about so early in the morning?

“shut your traps,” you hear lancelot’s voice come out in an annoyed grunt and feel his arms tighten around you. hold on, his what tightened around you?

your eyes flutter open and you see that you’re pressed against his chest, giving you a front row seat to the ethereal sight of the sun illuminating his face just right. wow, he really is a fairy. it’s not fair how beautiful he is, especially so early in the morning.

“like what you see, princess?”

when your eyes meet his ruby ones, you feel as if you’ve died and reached heaven. he grins down at you. you were too busy admiring him that you couldn’t even say anything back, huh?

“good morning to you too, i guess.”

you’re snapped out of your daze and push him away, quickly getting up and making up some half assed excuse before running out of the room. isolde chases after you, fully set on teasing you while the others, with the exception of chion, try to make sure the both of you don’t wake up the entire palace. lancelot chuckles, the image of your flustered face will forever be in the back of his mind. yeah, he could definitely get used to this.

@𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓𝐗𝐑𝐑. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐬

#nanatsu no taizai #the seven deadly sins #mokushiroku no yonkishi #4kota #reader insert #4kota lancelot #4kota tristan #tristan platoon #✮ ˛˚ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ✮ ˛˚#✮ ˛˚ 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒 ✮ ˛˚#✮ ˛˚ 𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒 ✮ ˛˚

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malk1ns · 11 months

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ummm I personally would love it if you'd write Sid offering himself up to Kyle to convince him that moving to the Pens would be great. Maybe Kyle like "Sidney I thought this was a meeting??" and Sid like "Oh this is just a perk of working here ☺️ Pittsburgh hospitality 😊 think of it as a preemptive signing bonus"

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i saved this until now because i didn't want to jinx anything....welcome to the team, kyle :-* also sorry it's a bit of a fade-to-black but i have a deadline and i don't want to blow my load for explicit writing here!

you can consider this a continuation of my free use verse: the original is here, and i wrote a follow-up here!

Sid's never quite known what to wear to meetings like this.

Game days are easy. Even though some of the other team omegas get adventurous with their styles—Tristan had been talked to about going with less-revealing options last season—Sid's always just gone with a suit. It's easy, it doesn't require planning, and he doesn't have to worry about getting caught at an unflattering angle by the team photographers.

Geno's never given him grief about that. For all he'd like to see Sid in some of the more fashion-forward options, he respects gameday rituals, and he cares more about winning than he'll ever care about being able to ogle Sid's ass in a sundress.

That doesn't mean he doesn't jump at the chance to help dress Sid for special occasions, of course.

Sid's honestly surprised Geno was on board with this. Ownership had asked, and Sid can read between the carefully-phrased corporate-professional lines—he knows what they meant. He'd shown the email to Geno, expecting a laugh and maybe Geno hauling him upstairs to show him who he belonged to, but instead Geno had looked thoughtful, and a few hours later he'd wandered into Sid's office with Sid's tightest leggings and a cropped workout top that still has the tags on.

"You go take care of him," Geno had murmured in Sid's ear, fingertips trailing along his arm and leaving goosebumps in their wake. "Make him want to come here, fix the team. And then you come home to me. This is the only time, yes, Sidney? You understand?"

Sid squirms in his seat now, thinking back to how Geno's breath on the nape of his neck made him shiver. He's going to leak through his leggings if he's not careful, all over the recently-cleaned wooden benches in the locker room.

There are voices in the hall.

"—still in town, wanted to meet with you before he goes on vacation tomorrow," Sid hears just as the door swings open. "Take your time."

Sid's only seen Kyle Dubas from a distance before, at league events and in the hallways of Scotiabank Arena, but he knows what he looks like—and he knows what an alpha looks like when he's caught the scent of an omega he likes.

"Hi," Sid says, parting his thighs. "Welcome to Pittsburgh. I can't wait to get to know you better."

#free use verse #hockey rpf #my fic #my writing #i need to get my tags on this blog figured out #because i think there are a decent amount of ficlets that i haven't archived on ao3 #and i really should put them there because god forbid something happens to tumblr...#anyway #just a little warm-up today!

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munsonownsmyass · 1 year

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Selkie! Tristan Thorn x reader

Summary: Having to move back home to help your grandfather as his health declines, your life changes forever when you meet a mysterious stranger.

Notes: This is my contribute for The Moon in May challenge and the word i chose for the first week was "shift".

Also thanks to @albatrossandivys for the idea and shoutout to @firefly-graphics for the beautiful dividers.

I had to make this an AU (and a modern one) for obvious reasons. Hope that's okay 🤣

Warnings: None? Talk of floods, ocean and seals, so maybe triggering for people with thalassophobia? Also some fluff.

Words: 2.3 K

You needed the break. Life had been so damn hard lately after the breakup that you just needed to escape. Disappear for a while. Everything back home reminded you of him, of the life that you no longer shared, so when your mother mentioned your grandparents needing help, you volunteered instantly.

The move had been easier than you thought, switching out your hectic life in Edinburgh for a quiet village on the shore. Your grandparents had lived there their whole lives, your grandfather managing the little lighthouse. Now that he had gotten sick, you had taken over much to his dismay.

But you did a good job and when you weren’t helping out at home, managing the lighthouse or reading, you often found yourself looking out over the sea. Captivated by the waves, the soothing sound finally giving your soul some much needed peace.

At the end of the day, just when the sun would start to set, you would walk along the shore. Listening to the waves gliding over the sand, feeling the breeze in your hair. You’d always loved the sea, been drawn to it for a long as you could remember.

Growing up, you had spent every summer here. Spent the days bathing in the sea, fishing by the pier. Some days you could even see the small colony of seals that lived here sunbathing on the rocks. They are still there today, curious heads breaking the surface, curious eyes following you.

Sitting down for a while, you watch them in the distance. The older seals snoozing as the young ones play, splashing in the surface. And then… there’s one of them, just standing stagnant in the water. Eyes and snout just above the surface, eyes fixed on you.

You recognize him immediately. He’s been around for as long as you have, a mere seal cub when you were a kid. He had special markings, they all did, so you could easily tell them apart. This one you call Bangs, because of the longer tuft of fur on his head. Very unusual for a seal, you’ve been told.

Actually never been up close with them, curiosity takes over and you slowly walk closer to the rocks near the pier, climbing them carefully. Bangs are still watching you, inching closer in the water as you struggle on the wet rocks. You lose your footing, falling down towards the cold water when suddenly everything goes black.

Waking up, you feel a throbbing pain in your forehead and… a hand on your cheek. Looking up, you see a man hovering over you, his hazel eyes looking at you in concern. You should be scared, screaming and wondering how you were completely alone on the beach a few minutes ago and now find yourself in the arms of the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen.

“Are you alright?” He asks, his soft voice enveloping you like a warm embrace. He helps you sit up, eyes never leaving yours.

“I-I guess…” You groan, your body aching. You probably hit more than just your head in the fall. And then it dawns on you. You could have drowned. If this stranger hadn’t come by, you could’ve… You look into his eyes, hazel eyes so deep you could drown in them, and shiver.

“Thank you for saving me.” You say, voice almost breaking. His hand is still caressing your cheek, the motion so soothing. He just gives you a nod in return, his fingers slowly making their way down the column of you neck, stopping to inspect the silver chain that adorns your neck. You shiver under his gaze and his touch is so timid, so curious, that you don’t even question why this stranger has no apparent knowledge of personal space.

“Of course, Mo Ghráidh.” He counters softly, eyes again finding yours. It’s odd. Somehow, you feel like you know him, feeling weirdly at peace in his embrace. His… naked embrace.

You flinch back an inch, realizing he’s sitting naked before you. “You’re naked!”

“Well, yes. I suppose I am.” He looks down, smiling when his eyes return to yours. There’s a sweet innocence over him that you can’t help but love. Which is crazy! You don’t even know this man, besides him being your savior. A beautiful, sweet and naked stranger, but a stranger, nonetheless.

“Where did you even come from?” You smile, still not sure whether all of this is a dream and in a few minutes from now you’ll wave up gasping for your life in the water.

“Oh, I come from Wall.” He smiles gently, fingers playing with a strain of your hair.

“Wall?” You huff out, almost snorting. “That’s not possible.” Everyone had heard tales of Wall. A city in England, just on the other side of the border, which had been swallowed by the unforgiving waves of the ocean hundreds of years ago. Some say there’s still ruins down there today, though now its only sea creatures residing in them.

“Christ lassie! Are you okay?” You see your grandfather walk as fast as he can down the stairs to the beach. Behind you, the water slashes as something breaks the surface and when you turn, the mysterious stranger is gone.

“I saw you fall down the rock and hit your head.” He falls to his knees with a groan, inspecting the cut on the side of your head. “We need to get this checked.”

“Where did he go?” You ask, looking between your grandfather and the ocean. All that was left of your stranger, was his footprints in the sand, disappearing into the ocean.

“Who?”

“The man.” You touch a footprint before the waves wash up and remove the last trace of your encounter. “The man who saved me.”

“I didn’t see anyone, hen. Come on.”

With some difficulty you both get on your feet, making your way back to the house. As you reach the pier, you look back towards the sea and see Bangs looking at you, his little face barely above water. His kind eyes keeping an eye on you, never leaving his spot before you reach the house.

The next week you find yourself looking out over the ocean more than before, wondering if you could catch the stranger walking around on the beach. You had even borrowed some books at the local library about Wall, feeling silly as you skimmed through the pages as if they could give you an answer. When a few weeks had passed, you had given up hope of seeing him again, boiling it all down to the head trauma.

Distracted by some seal cups playing in the ocean, you barely notice the footsteps beside you, until someone sits down beside you. With a smile, you greet the stranger, relieved that he was in fact real and not just a figment of your imagination.

“Hello again.” He smiles softly, mimicking you by swinging his legs out over the pier, letting them dangle like yours. You instantly see that he is less naked this time, a pair of worn trousers hanging low on his hips.

“You’re not naked this time.” You say, seeing how his cheeks flush red.

“No. You… You didn’t seem to like it.”

“It’s not that I didn’t like it. You’re very han-” You stop, closing your book before looking at him again. “It didn’t bother me, but thanks.”

He looks down at your book, his fingers running along the spine, tracing the delicate letters. “What is it?”

“My book?” You question, smiling wide when you see his curious nod. You show him the front page, watching as his eyes go wide in wonder. “It’s Treasure Island.”

“It’s about the sea?” He looks at the cover, captured by the little pirate ship on the blue waters.

“No. Well, sort of.” You giggle softly, giving him the book to hold. “It’s about a young man named Jim Hawkins who finds a treasure map, so he goes on a journey to find it. On his journey he meets this pirate called Long John Silver.”

“Could… could you tell me the story?” He asks, his wide puppy like eyes staring into yours, making it impossible to say no. So that’s what you do. Over the next few days, you meet the stranger, who you’ve come to know as Tristan and read to him. Every day around sunset you sit on the pier, Tristan listening as you tell the tale. In between, he asks questions, and you ask yours in return.

There’s much you don’t know about him, but as the days go by you get closer to Tristan, feeling yourself drawn to him. Thinking about him when he’s not there. Such a kind and warm soul, his smile always brightening your days and the small fleeting touches sending shivers through you. You know you shouldn’t, but you feel yourself falling for him.

“You spend so much time looking out over the water, I’m fearing you’ll get lost in it.”

You tear your eyes away from the waves to find your grandfather standing next to you, leaning on the railing. For some time, you just stand there silently, listening to the waves.

“I just-” You start, but don’t even know what to tell him. That you meet Tristan every day and you believe he lives in the ocean? He’d have you admitted to a psych ward in no time. “Could you tell me about Wall again?”

“Hen, I’ve already-” He looks to you, seeing the quiet plea in your eyes. He just sighs, pointing out over the water. “Hundreds of years ago, there was no ocean here. Instead, just on the other side of the border, was the small town of Wall.”

“According to the stories, it was a wonderful place. But sadly, one day, the entire town was swallowed by the sea.” He pauses, nudging your shoulder before pointing over at the small colony of seals on the rocks. “Legend has it there was magic surrounding the place, turning all the inhabitants of Wall into Selkies.”

“Selkies?” You frown, looking at the seals. “So… seals?”

“No, no, Hen. A selkie is a creature that can shed its seal skin and become human.” He states, laughing when he sees the disbelief on your face. “Aye, it may be old folk tales, but stories of the selkies have been around for hundreds of years. They are rumored to be so beautiful in their human form, that we can’t resist them.”

He talks a little more, but you don’t hear a word. It couldn’t be real, could it? This had to be tales for children, dreamers. Your grandfather had always been a little superstitious, so you weren’t even that surprised that he’d believe something like this.

When he leaves you alone once more, you sit down on the pier, looking at the seals. Just below your feet, you see Bangs break the surface, his big eyes finding yours. With your grandfather’s tale still fresh in your memory, you just smile at Bangs.

“So tell me, Bangs… Are you really a selkie?” You giggle, feeling silly. But when you see him nod, you freeze. Wait, did he nod? No, you’re just imagining things. “Did you just nod?”

Raising his head just a little more above water, he nods again and… smiles at you? Okay, it’s official. You’ve lost your mind. You’re talking to a seal.

“Right… Okay…” You say as you get up and walk away, muttering under your breath how you must be tired and this is all just results of banging your head all those weeks ago. But at a large thud, you stop, feeling the wood vibrate under your feet.

You turn around to find Bangs on the pier, never truly realized just how big seals are. Or is it just him? Taking a few steps closer, you timidly close the distance to him. in the next second, he rises to his feet and if it weren’t for the railing, you would have fallen into the sea again.

Gently, like shedding a coat, the beautiful grey fur falls away, making way for human skin. There in front of, naked as the first time you met him, is Tristan with a pile of seal fur at his feet. If you hadn’t just witnessed it yourself, you’d have thought you had gone mad. Well, maybe you had.

“Y-you’re a-a selkie?” you stutter, frozen in place. Tristan just smiles, stepping closer to you, leaving the seal skin behind him.

“Yes. Please don’t run away.” He steps closer, gently taking your hand in his. His beautiful hazel eyes find yours as he closes the distance further, cupping your cheek with a tenderness that makes you shiver.

“I’ve wanted to tell you for years, but I was afraid you’d never speak to me again.”

You reach out to touch him with trembling fingers, your hand lands on his chest. Somehow, you still need to feel him to know he’s real.

“I’ve watched over you for years, missing you when you weren’t here.” His free hand reach for a loose strain of your hair, tugging it gently behind your ear. “Waiting for the day I was brave enough to tell you.”

And it’s true. For a long as you can remember, he has been there. Always watching on the rocks, swimming playfully by your side whenever you’ve ventured into the ocean. Like a guardian angel, making sure you were safe.

“Would… Would it be okay if I kissed you?” He asks nervously, almost as if he expects you to say no. And you should, because of what he is. There are a million questions in your mind about how you could make this work, but every thought is drowned out as he looks into your eyes.

The whispered ‘yes’ barely leaves your lips before he kisses you, the touch of his lips as sweet as him. But the sweetness soon gives way to a hunger like you’ve never known before. Tristan has ignited something in you, a fire only he can soothe. And just like that your fate is sealed.

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