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ineffably-good · 5 years

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Changes (1/3)

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Summary: Crowley and Aziraphale decide they better let their pet snake, Frederick, see them in their true forms before he finds out by surprise.

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“Did you know,” Crowley said one day, looking up from his phone as they sprawled on the couch with their legs entwined, “that king snakes are named that because they tend to kill and eat other snakes?”

Aziraphale looked up from his book and wrinkled his nose. “Well that’s unsettling,” he said.

“Also they have the strongest constrictor strength of any snake.” Crowley read from his screen. “Really? Huh. That’s how they do it – they squeeze so hard they can stop the heart of something much bigger than them. Here, look at this video of a king snake just up and eating a snake twice its size.”

He held the screen out so the angel could see it, but Aziraphale frowned in distaste and pushed it away, not liking to think about his friendly little pet that way.

“Why exactly are you sharing this information?” he asked, confused.

Crowley looked thoughtful. “It’s just – I was wondering what would happen if Frederick saw me in my snake form.”

Aziraphale peered at him over the top of his glasses. “Well, he’d hardly be able to eat you.”

“No, I know that. I just wonder if he’d be frightened or if it would be okay.” He thought for a minute. “We should probably introduce him to that side of me at some point, so we don’t scare him half to death if he ever comes across me, you know?”

Aziraphale put his book down. “You might have a point. He’s bound to find you sometime in snake form, with winter coming up and the shop getting colder.” Crowley was inclined to spend more time in snake form in the winter, as it was just easier to conserve body heat when he could curl up in a tight ball near a heat source. He also tended to revert to snake form whenever he was especially confounded, cross, overly tired, or being asked to share his feelings at moments when he didn’t want to. Aziraphale found these reactions, in sequence, endearing, irritating, adorable, and infuriating.

“He hasn’t seen either of us with wings, either,” Crowley pointed out, interrupting the angel’s line of thought. “Could be in for a series of surprises, our young Frederick.”

“All right, I’ll think it over,” Aziraphale said. “We need to proceed carefully but you’re probably right that we need to do something about this soon.”

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Aziraphale began trying to lay the ground work with Frederick. He presented him with a carefully-pulled feather from one of his wings, one day. The snake flickered his tongue and scented it with some interest for a moment, then tried to eat it. He swallowed it down, laid still for a moment, and then vomited it back up with a sound that sound like *hrgk*.

THANKS SO MUCH FOR THAT, Frederick thought grumpily at Aziraphale. The snake glared balefully at him for a moment, then tunneled under his bedding material.

“That could have gone better,” Aziraphale muttered.

They tried again later with one of Crowley’s feathers, a black secondary one he'd saved from a molt. Frederick, now suspicious of feather-shaped objects, scented it from further away and then crawled into his cardboard tube, watching it suspiciously. He’d learned that these things had a mind of their own, even if they smelled comfortingly of his two large pets.

“He’s not getting the idea,” Crowley said. “We’re just going to have to show him.”

The next time, they pulled out the glass vivarium and placed it, with Frederick tucked securely inside, on the middle of the office desk.

Crowley sat at the desk chair next to him and tapped the glass a little to get Frederick’s attention. “Are you ready? You need to watch now,” he said quietly, laying one hand in front of the glass case in a manner he hoped was comforting. “Watch Aziraphale.”

WHAT NOW? Frederick moaned, irritated at yet another interruption to his nap schedule.

He unwillingly lifted his head and pinned both the pointy and the fluffy creature with his disapproving gaze, then prepared to go back to sleep. He had almost succeeded in resettling when suddenly, he picked up on a strange shift in the air of the room, almost like an electric current, and the background of the room behind his large, fluffy friend shimmered briefly as Aziraphale concentrated on manifesting his wings into the physical plane.

With a sudden pop, there they were. Glorious, huge, alabaster wings, held carefully behind him in a nonthreatening stance. Aziraphale watched as Frederick, who was most definitely paying attention now, uncoiled slowly and moved as far away to the other side of the glass container as he could.

“Frederick,” Aziraphale said, moving slowly to come kneel before the container. “It’s still me. I’m an angel, that’s all. Not a bird of prey.”

Frederick hissed quietly and looked unconvinced. What in the blazes is an angel, he thought to himself. His limited experience of the world had contained no mention of this concept.

“Let’s try just hanging about for a bit with your wings out,” Crowley said. “Maybe he’ll get used to it and you can take him out for a closer look.”

Frederick watched the two of them walk into the kitchen area to make tea, and he pondered. He’d always known there was something strange about these two – there had always been a hint of feathers in both of their scent profiles, and he’d never been quite sure why. So, his lovely, kind owner was actually a gigantic bird? Or part bird? Either way, if there was one thing a snake of his size knew it was that he was no match for an avian of that size, and he was not at all sure that he liked this development.

In Frederick’s world, there were two truths: large snakes ate small birds, and large birds ate small snakes. End of story. Period. Finito. And yet, he couldn’t find it quite in himself to be afraid of his owner. He’d always been so kind.

The dark one came back a while later and reached in to pull him out of his container. Frederick hissed dramatically and made his displeasure known, but ultimately allowed it. He took him over to the table where Aziraphale was sitting and, holding the snake carefully, let him take a good look at the wings and scent them to his heart's content.

Aziraphale concentrated on radiating as much love and peace as he could at the little creature, and soon enough the snake uncoiled a little and accepted a few pets from his owner.

HEY YOU KNOW WHAT? I DON’T LIKE IT. Frederick thought at them both, but as it didn’t seem like Aziraphale was inclined to eat him, he supposed he could get used to it.

He was, they all noted, much happier when Aziraphale put his wings away.

“Better not let him see you in your true form any time soon,” Crowley murmured that night. “Four wings and all those eyes? You’ll give the poor little guy nightmares.”

“Indeed,” Aziraphale agreed. “That can probably be avoided, for the most part.”

Frederick the snake was having a very nice autumn, thank you very much. Things had been very calm for the last few months since he’d pulled his disappearing act and startled the two supposed grownups into slightly better behavior, and to their credit they’d been much less prone to idiocy lately. Frederick had watched approvingly from his perch nearby as they exchanged rings and acted ridiculously sappy about the whole thing. He didn't understand what the fuss about a couple lumps of metal was all about, but in general he thought anything that made the two of them less likely to bicker was worth encouraging. And when they were feeling sappy, they tended to extend that pleasantness to Frederick through a surfeit of treats and long naps in the sun.

All in all, it had worked out rather well.

After Aziraphale’s reveal, Frederick noted that his fuzzy owner was taking care to spend a bit more time with him, which was nice. Aziraphale had always been the warmest body in the house, and although he loved his heating pad, nothing really beat curling up with the fuzzy one for keeping a snake loose and happy. He basked in the attention and tried not to think any further about his pet’s dual nature. Some things were best ignored.

It was, he thought, the most sensible approach.

A few days later, they decided it was Crowley’s turn to reveal his wings. Aziraphale sat on the couch with Frederick curled up in his lap, stroking the snake gently while he mostly napped. “Frederick, wake up pay attention now,” Aziraphale said, booping him gently on the nose to wake him up. "Crowley needs to show you something."

OH FOR FUCK’S SAKE, WHAT DO YOU TWO WANT THIS TIME? Frederick thought at them. Frederick had for several months now been listening closely to the pointy one and was picking up on quite a wide variety of curse words, which he practiced assiduously at night while his companions slept. He was rather proud of how well he was doing with them.

Crowley got a strange look on his face for just a second. "Did you hear something?" he asked Aziraphale.

"No," the angel said, looking at him levelly. "You all right, there?"

Crowley nodded his assent and got back to the task at hand. He frowned in concentration, while the angel made sure Frederick was watching.

There was a whoomp sound of displaced air and, suddenly, the pointy one was unfolding large, black wings behind him.

HE’S A CROW??? Frederick shrieked. OH THAT EXPLAINS *SO* MANY THINGS.

Crows, he thought with the inborn knowledge of all snake-kind, were nothing any intelligent snake tried to eat. They were smart and ruthless fighters, loyal in a way that caused their loved ones to band together to help them if they were under attack, and lived to cause trouble. They cackled with their own twisted sense of humor that no one else could really understand, and they were messy and annoying.

That seemed about right, he thought, for what he knew of the pointy one.

Also, luckily, they tended not to hunt snakes.

Frederick eyed Crowley with a sense of grudging respect, and nodded his head a little in acceptance. Better a crow, who, yes, was crazy but was predictable crazy, then a big giant seagull. No one could tell what a seagull might do next.

FINE, he thought at them both, beyond annoyed. I CAN DEAL WITH THIS. REALLY GLAD THIS IS ALL OUT IN THE OPEN. CAN WE STOP WITH THE BIG REVEALS NOW? ANYONE WANT TO TURN INTO A FREAKING LAMPSHADE OR ANYTHING?

“He’s doing good, I think,” Crowley said. “Let’s show him the rest.”

“Okay, Frederick,” Aziraphale said, “there’s more. Crowley can change into something else, too.”

Frederick sighed dramatically, but looked up, interested in spite of himself. He watched, transfixed, as the big, feathered, Crowley-adjacent thing in front of him slowly morphed and dropped to the floor and became the absolutely biggest snake he had ever seen in his life.

Frederick’s entire brain short circuited and he did what any sensible snake would do faced with such an enormous threat – he went limp and played dead.

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hollyhomburg · 6 years

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Hold Me Tight

(BTS HYBRID HOUSE PART 3)

🐾 (PART 1) 🐾 (PART 2) 🐾 (PART 3) 🐾 EPILOGUE

Summary; Hybrid house consists of humans; Seokjin, Namjoon, and Hoseok, and Hybrids DOGBOY! Taehyung, DOG BOY! Jimin, CAT! Yoongi, and FOX! Jungkook. Together they have the happiest poly family possible and then comes you, a skittish cat hybrid. But BTS will do the best that they can to welcome you into their family even though one member just can’t seem to warm up to you; Jeon Jungkook.

PAIRINGS: reader x everyone, reader-centric, reader x bts,

TAGS/WARNINGS: polyamory, non-descriptive smut, abuse mention, violence, brief arguing, weddings, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, nightmares, anxiety, panic attack,

W/C: 9.0k

AUTHORS NOTE: it’s finally done! the holy grail of hybrid au’s, I hope you guys like it, I almost didn’t make this angsty but then I couldn't help myself, enjoy guys,

SONG REC: The Truth Untold ~ BTS

BEFORE

- At this point, Jungkook would do anything to get the thought of you out of his head...

NOW

- The next few days pass in a blur, Seokjin and Namjoon go back to work, and as usual Jimin trails along with Hobi to the dance studio a few days out of the week.

- Though things at the studio have slowed down a little; Hobi lets one of his other instructors do most of the work in the afternoons and at night classes so that he can be home, to keep an eye on you and the other hybrids.

- Slowly you start to warm up to them more. Thought you still trail after Yoongi looking more like a lost puppy than a kitten. the next one you warm up to is Jimin (though your trust of Namjoon and Hobi has always been implicit)

- You take a bath one night with Jimin, Hating it at first but then liking it more once they get it to the right temperature.

- You let Hobi brush your tail through and blow-dry it shivering every time his hands get too close to the base of your spine as you lay sprawled over his with your head pillowed on Jimin’s soft thighs in nothing but a large shirt of Namjoon’s.

- Hoseok isn’t immune to your nudity, and he has to take special care not to let his hands wander every time he gets a view of your cute butt. Jimin grins at him when he catches Hoseok staring, all the while running a careful brush through your hair careful not to snag it on your ears.

- They both giggle when you start to purr loudly and giggle harder when you flush after realizing they’re watching you.

- Taehyung watches the three of you from the door forlornly until Namjoon snags his attention by passing by, running a hand across Tae’s back before he continues on his way to his office with a fresh case file under his arm.

- “I just wish she liked me.” He wines with his cheek resting on Namjoon’s thigh as the elder poor’s over document after document in his office.

- “Have you tried being a little calmer around her, lowering your voice- I just think you startle her when you get loud.” Namjoon says carefully, running a comforting hand through Tae’s hair.

- “Oh” Taehyung says, his eyes wide and his ears pinned to his skull. And Namjoon cant help but smile at the hybrids pout. He pulls Taehyung up for kisses.

- Kisses that very easily turn sultry and hungry as Namjoon picks Taehyung up and lies him out over his papers- all thoughts of work forgotten. he Pulls up his shirt and presses trailing kisses down Taehyung’s soft stomach and lower. Until the sound of Tae’s moans are making the three of you blush down at the end of the hallway.

- In truth the reason why you avoid both Taehyung and Seokjin is because you find their beauty somewhat intimidating.

- It wasn’t like Yoongi’s beauty- that way his calm steady hands that held books out in front of you.

- or like Jimin’s and Hobi’s soft beauty as he buries his face in your shoulder while he let out a tinkling laugh.

- It wasn’t a harsh domineering beauty like Namjoon and Jungkook had- that made you slightly intimidated and mostly curious at the same time.

- It was an ethereal timeless beauty that stunned your heart into pitter patters whenever they got too close.

- It made you squeak and fall silent every time Seokjin entered a room, and divert your eyes, worried about being caught staring, and it makes you hide behind Yoongi’s shoulder every time Taehyung plods up to you in the living room

-usually asking if you wanted to go play outside, or help Seokjin in the kitchen, or watch another movie, or play video games usually while you were attached to Yoongi’s hip (usually when you two were just napping). Which would result in Yoongi hissing playfully at Taehyung and turning over, usually dragging you with him.

- Hoseok goes clothing shopping with you one day and lets you pick out whatever you want

- at first, all you see is price tags but after he and Namjoon prod at you start looking at a few more expensive pink skirts for spring and a few nice embroidered blouses that Taehyung brings you-you get into it.

- You stop by an expensive shop and Namjoon catches you eyeing an expensive silk scarf; cream colored and patterned with small watercolor flowers, your eyes snag on it for a moment before you let yourself be dragged on by Tae (who you’re actually letting hold your hand for once) before Namjoon mentally files the interaction away for later and marks the name of the store in his phone.

- A few days after, you find the delicate silk scarf folded in quarters with a small flower from the garden and a little note.

- “Please tell us if you need anything, we care about you y/n - Joonie”

- you touch the soft silk and wonder what a thing like you has done to deserve this.

- Later when the 8 of you go out for a special treat of ice-cream to celebrate the start of spring, you wear the silk scarf as a headband to hold back your ears and hair a bit.

- Hybrids are widely accepted but its almost commonplace for hybrids to hide their ears since most people treat them as children or as second-class citizens. Though the patrons at the ice cream parlor would never dream of treating you badly in front of your human owners

- And in the line for ice cream you feel a small tug on a lock of your hair before you look up and Namjoon tucks it behind your human ears.

- The moment is wordless, as he looks into your eyes with the same soft fondness that he looks at all of his family, you lean your cheek softly against his arm before Taehyung interrupts you by slinging an arm around your shoulder and asking you what flavor you’re going to get.

- You end up splitting a Sunday with Jimin while Yoongi gets the largest bowl they have filled with plain whipped cream

- Sometimes In the mornings you let Hobi pick out your clothes, especially when you plan to go out of the house.

- You let him carefully tug your skirt up to your hips and press a small short kiss to the inside of your knee as you squeak and he just grins ruefully up at your flushed face while Yoongi watches from his bed feeling his heart constrict.

- Recently you’ve taken to sleeping there in Yoongi’s room with him- though usually not if Jungkook is. You’ve taken to plain avoiding the young hybrid now.

- You usually fall asleep with Yoongi; thought Hoseok joins you more often than not, and Jiminie is the cuddliest puppy

- Try as he might, Yoongi can’t ignore how good he feels when you press your face into his back in a cuddle puddle or when you playfully nip at his ears (softly too) his heartbeat stutters whenever you choose him to sit next too at the couch.

- And he straight up laughs the first time you come back from a walk with Tae and Jimin covered with mud, holding your muddy tail close to your grass-stained blouse, bothering Hobi until he sighs lovingly and Leeds everyone to the large communal bathtub.

- He’s always the one that takes extra care of the hybrids at bath time, always making sure to blow dry each of your tails and detangle yours, Jimin’s, and make Jungkook’s extra fluffy (since you two have longer hair than Yoongi and Taehyung).

- Hoseok also does this for Seokjin in the morning, taking extra time to coif his hair perfectly into place how he likes it. Seokjin loves the way that his careful hands scratch over his scalp sending shivers down his spine.

- Sometimes you wake up early and catch them before they leave for work.

- They’ve started to be less careful around you, and you’ll accept kisses from some of them, especially Yoongi who you even seek out from time to time.

- You end up straddling him one morning enjoying the warm spring sun in the grass and he gets handsy enough that Jungkook and Tae wolf whistle from the second floor, and you turn over and cover your face hiding your blush but Yoongi can’t stop smiling at you.

- He is always your first choice, and that means a lot to him.

- But then one night he wakes in his cuddle puddle of a room that somehow has become yours and you’re twitching, pushing everything away from you as silent tears drift haphazardly down your face and you toss your head.

- “Please-“ you choke out, and it takes Yoongi a moment to come to his senses, and shake you awake, your fingers dig into his arms like claws when you’re tossed from your nightmare devolving into sobs almost immediately clinging to Yoongi- to anything that’s real and safe.

- He runs his fingers through your hair but try as he might- no matter how many times he tells you it's going to be alright you just sob harder. Eventually he picks you up and takes you to Seokjin’s room.

- Seokjin wakes from beside Jimin and Namjoon who are both too heavy sleepers to notice you quietly sobbing. Seokjin rushes to the door and takes you from Yoongi

- Seokjin leads you and Yoongi down into the kitchen. Seokjin’s wide protective shoulders covering your anxieties like a heavy feather blanket as his easy words slowly draw you out of your panic attack.

- His thumbs wiping tear after tear from your cheeks

- “I have some hot chocolate for you lovely. Do you want Yoongi to put some whipped cream on it?” you nod, sniffling, your arms still loosely twined around Seokjin’s neck and he brings the cup to your hands, so that you can grip it yourself, you sit across Seokjin lap, your sniffles stopping instantly when you taste how good the whipped cream is.

- Seokjin giggles his windshield wiper laugh as Yoongi grins and runs a comforting hand down your spine.

- Later- they decide- they’ll try and get an answer out of you about the nightmares, but for right now, both Seokjin and Yoongi decide that they’d rather have you propped in-between the two of them, sleepy face slightly smudged with cream, belly full and happy with sugar.

- You fall asleep in Seokjin arms as he laughs as he chats on about a new intern at his company, your ear pressed against his chest to listen to his steady heartbeat

- Kisses start to be an everyday thing; when Seokjin treats you to sweets Jimin will sneak a peck and say that he just wanted to see if it tasted any different, then Taehyung tries it and says “I wanted to see if your mouth tasted any sweeter after Jimin kissed it” and it makes you skitter behind Hobi so quickly, face flushed, that they all dissolve into giggles.

- You’re still painfully shy around Seokjin and Taehyung, but it gets better, soon you start to seek out affection instead of shyly waiting for it and stop wondering if they want you to touch them and just touching them, being affectionate as Jimin is.

- The same way that cats will come into a room and then ignore you? that’s the way that you were for the first few months- but not anymore.

- Namjoon loves it when you sit on his lap during dinner time especially when you give him kitten licks on his neck.

- They’re all so surprised at how needy you got when you finally warmed up to them, you almost rival Jimin in terms of pouts (when the two of you are together they’res nothing stopping it, his puppy dog eyes, and your doe eyes make everyone melt)

- Seokjin calls you lovely,

- Namjoon calls you baby girl

- Tae calls you darling

- Hobi calls you honey (honey and hope- how cute would that be?)

- Jimin calls you baby,

- And Yoongi calls you princess.

- Jungkook calls you kitten when he refers to you, which is rare. He’s a little put out. Everyone’s been giving him just as much affection as before. But he hasn’t spent a night with Yoongi in a while because he’s been focused on you too much.

- It would be fair for you to ignore Jungkook so much if he had given you any real reason at all to avoid him. But in reality, he hasn’t all given him any reason to treat you with a constant cold shoulder (besides the first few weeks in which he pushed your boundaries- but it’s been a few months now).

- Jungkook didn’t want you to leave but he didn’t want to get closer to you either.

- Every time you passed him there was this undeniable urge in his bones, your scent stung like perfume in his nose lingering everywhere. Distracting him so much and making him want you so bad that he had taken to his old haunt the woods to get away from the house,

- Sometimes he took Jimin with him but usually he was too busy. Usually it was Yoongi who came along with him but those times seemed to have passed now.

- in general, your and Jungkook’s relationship has been nothing but tense, and it makes everyone exchange painfully full glances. the humans spend one afternoon in Namjoon’s study discussing it before they decide to see if you’ll warm up to him on your own time.

- but when the tension breaks, it takes more than a few casualties.

- it’s a rainy Saturday with everyone home and having somewhat of a movie night, Namjoon has his work spread out over the kitchen table while Seokjin is sleeping quietly in the living room with Jimin strewn over his lap.

- You're by their feet, still in your silky new pajamas that Hoseok got you as you watch a drama with the volume all the way down,

- Taehyung is helping Hobi hang a new painting and cleaning up the main entryway.

- Maybe it starts with Jungkook and Yoongi coming into the living room talking loudly, but no ones really sure how the fight starts

- But all they know is that they’re sudden shouting, And it escalates until you hiss- you actually hiss at Jungkook.

- It isn’t missed by anyone, he replies instinctually- the way he would have in the wild if any hybrid had behaved towards him so aggressively by swiping, back at you, not hard really, just enough to get you to flinch back.

- “JUNGKOOK” Namjoon yells from across the room, standing up, Hoseok and Tae come in from the other room; Jimin perks up from his spot on Seokjin’s chest.

- “We do not lift our- y/n!” he yells again, this time when you do your best to shove Jungkook.

- “He stepped on my tail!” “Well its not my fault that you where in the way”

- “You should learn to watch where you’re going.” “Maybe you should learn to find any other place to be.”

- “Both of you need to calm the fuck down.” Yoongi is the first one to put himself in-between the two of you his hands up, an arm on Jungkook pulling him away from you.

- “Get out of my face Yoongi” you, say, turning your face up to him, it’s the first time you’ve spoken against him- or spoken up really.

- You’re breathing in rapidly, and he can see your eyes flashing from every persons face in the room and he can see a panic attack lurking under your skin even if you cant- there are too many people looking at you.

- Your grey tail is so fluffy it looks more like a fox tail than a cat’s tail and your ears are flat against your skull,

- “You need to calm down y/n,” he says softly, turning fully to face you, putting himself once again in between you and Jungkook.

- “I am calm!” you practically shout at the other cat. Your arms are shaking when you raise them again but Yoongi catches them in his own hands, pinning your back against a wall, you roil and hiss, trying to fight him back

- but before you can try to bite his arms Yoongi leans down and bites your neck.

- The intake of breath is palpable as everyone hears the pop of Yoongi’s canines into your skin,

- Taehyung makes a noise moving to go to you, and then they all watch in fascination as your ears slowly raise back up, your tail gets less puffy, swishing back and forward almost lazily,

- Yoongi lets go of your arms; he retracts after a moment, giving you one or two licks to the bite before he lets you go.

- “I’m sorry” Jungkook says, he shoulders slack, looking defeated, “I didn’t mean any of it.” he didn’t mean to get you so worked up. Didn’t mean to get you hurt like that.

- Yoongi steps aside so you can look at him, you look shyer now- back to your old self, no longer shaking. Everyone watches the interaction stunned, unable to comprehend the fact that Yoongi- Yoongi bit you to calm you down and it worked.

- “I know you didn’t” you reply softly. Your eyes diverted to the floor.

- “Your shirt!” Hoseok cries, reaching for a napkin to stop the blood from running further onto the collar of the blouse you wear.

- Hoseok guides you to the bathroom to clean it up. Casting one relived glance at Jungkook.

- “Why did you do that.” Taehyung asks Yoongi looking at him suspiciously as Yoongi wipes the blood from his mouth. “You didn’t need to hurt y/n like that.”

- “Because I knew she’d be calm if I showed her she had to be.” Taehyung gives Yoongi a confused look, “I’m not sure if I follow either Yoongs” Namjoon says plopping down on the couch, and running a hand through his hair.

- “Look” Yoongi says, “don’t you and Jimin have your own dominance hierarchy?”

- “Yes! And with Jungkookie and Namjoon and you-“

- “Well cats show dominance in different ways ok?” He says before he takes him a moment to exit through the backyard doors- the rain has finally stopped.

- Jungkook goes to follow but Seokjin stops him. “Oh no you don’t, when y/n comes back we’re having a talk with the two of you”

- The scolding you two get for your little display of aggression isn’t too severe, mostly, Jungkook just apologizes again as Hobi reiterates that he said to you in the bathroom- that you’re a family, and family never raises hands against one another.

- “But what about when you spank Jiminy?” Tae asks,

- Hobi and Seokjin laugh their asses off with how red both Namjoon and Himin get.

- “That’s a little different Tae.” “Why?” “Because Jiminie asks me to do that.”

- Hobi stays with you in the living room while Namjoon takes the others to the backyard for some much-needed catch, it’s finally warm enough outside for that kind of activity.

- The next few days, Hobi takes you to work and so does Seokjin, they realize that keeping the five of you two cooped up in the house might not be the best for the whole Jungkook situation.

- You sit at the front desk and keep track of everyone who comes in, smiling at the child class that comes in. You do a good job with guiding the little kids into the room, while Jimin smiles and assists with the ballet class with one of Hoseok’s other teachers.

- The day you spend with Seokjin is a little posher, he sets you up in his office window and you spend the day sketching the skyline on a pad of paper

- Bring your hybrid to workday is always one of your favorites, especially when you get to go into the city.

- “I used to live in one of those houses on top you know.” You mutter quietly one day, causing Seokjin to look up where you sit at the plushy window seat finding you nodding off.

- His pen pauses on his paper, “you never talk about your old owner, or about the night that Namjoon found you, will you ever want too?” Seokjin asks you turn to meet his eyes,

- Seokjin’s always surprised at what balance hybrids are.

- You might hiss and fight, and your animal instincts, might be apparent, but your humanity is equally as apparent when you smile at him sadly. “That part of my life is done hopefully, and besides they’re not much for me to say, he hurt me. Namjoon saved me, you guy’s love me. that's more than enough.” you yawn

- “Seokjin nods, but when he turns back to ask you about pressing charges (hybrid abuse is a serious offense, after all, Namjoon has dealt with more than a few cases in his time as a lawer) but you’re already asleep on the sunlit window bench.

- And Seokjin ends up wishing that you could come around more often, but he’ll take what he can get- the quiet peace he has when he goes home to you and the others.

- Next week he comes home with a red sketchbook for you, and Yoongi gives you a set of colored pencils.

- You spend the first few weeks of summer finding every flower you can and drawing it. sometimes Jimin will join you and you find yourself sketching him too.

- The humans are so surprised with how good you are, and more than a little proud, pinning some of your drawings onto the fridge, and of course Taehyung has to join in drawing stick figures and loly pop trees to hang there too.

- Eventually, there are very little flowers left for you to draw in the garden, especially after the pink magnolia leaves all of its petals behind,

- Taehyung comes up with the idea, they’res this park nearby that the humans never have time to take him too, but it’s his favorite.

- There is this kind of rule- that the hybrids can’t go anywhere by themselves unless they go in a group of 3. So in the peak of summer the only way Taehyung can go to his favorite park down the street is if he convinces someone to go with him.

- As the humans are all at work, and Jimin went to help Hoseok, and Yoongi is asleep, that means you and Jungkook are Taehyung only options for fun; especially if he wants to do something besides lazing around the house.

- You’re surprisingly easy for him to convince you to go, as you’ve never been to the park down the street. You wait around the front of the house sitting on the stone steps for Taehyung idly twirling a daisy in your hand.

- Before Jungkook joins you and your eyes flicker to him in a silent question that he would know anywhere the “why are you here?” look that makes him turn in on himself.

- The time might not be the worst if you would just pay attention to Jungkook the entire day, but no you seem just as happy as to sit on one of the picnic tables at the edge of the park in the shade staying out of the sun while Jungkook and Taehyung toss a ball back and forth.

- Jungkook finds himself watching you out of the corner of his eyes. Your back is to them, facing the pond and the ducks as you sketch away in your book, in the background the willow tree drifts lazily in a cool refreshing breese.

- “I just don’t understand why she doesn’t like me” Jungkook says to Taehyung quietly, as he releases the red ball at the apex of his swing.

- “Do you know what Joonie told me at the beginning when she didn’t like me? That I was crowding her too much.”

- “But I barely talk to her- I don’t think that’s my problem.”

- “That’s my point!” Taehyung says with a small smile “if you didn’t give her such a wide birth you might have more luck,” Taehyung stoops to pick up the ball that he missed from Jungkook’s hands.

- Jungkook’s eyes flickered up to look at where you sit- only to find you missing,

- Jungkook and Taehyung search the entire park but find neither hide nor hair of you.

- Jungkook tries to tamp down on his panic- because he knows how little you know this area, and you could have tripped and fallen or someone could have stopped by and kidnapped you. But before he can panic further he hears a shout down by the edge of the pond.

- Jungkook and the swear they’ve never run faster in their entire life as they run towards the sound of your voice.

- Three high school boys have cornered you by the waters edge, and Taehyung feels his blood boil when he sees one of them yank at your tail roughly and laugh as you try to twist away- they’res even a small scratch on your cheek.

- Another one has your sketchbook underfoot and is crumbling it into the dirt, you reach for it, but the other teenager pulls you away by your tail.

- “Hey!” Taehyung yells when he see’s just as Jungkook stoops piking up a river rock at whips it as hard as he can at them. The high school kids might have been brave a moment ago but at the sights of two infuriated adult hybrids they scatter, Taehyung whips a few more rocks at their retreating figures and chases after them. Jungkook goes to you and for the first time you go to him, running into him at full speed crashing into his chest.

- Tae returns just as You burst into tears burring your face in his chest as your small body shakes; stunned he wraps his arms around you, running a relaxing hand down your back. Tae returns, casting a look down at you, his eyebrows pulling together “I was so scared and because they where human I didn’t know if I could fight back without getting in trouble- and I-”

- Tae bends down to your levels and rubs over your shoulders. “Listen to me y/n,” Tae is not often serious, but at the low timbre of his voice you look up from Jungkook’s shirt, your eyes red and puffy, but Tae just wipes your tears out of the way.

- “If anyone ever treats you like that human or hybrid you fight back, and you yell as loud as you can for us, for any of us, you’ll never get in trouble for defending yourself” you sniffle and nod shyly up at Taehyung,

- He kisses your forehead gently. “Lets go home.” Jungkook retrieves your sketchbook from the ground,

- A few of your sketches are torn and more than a few are dirty, and the kids tossed your pencils Yoongi had given you into the water. You start to cry a little again before Jungkook takes your hand, rubbing a thumb across your hand before he assures you that no one will be angry that you lost your nice pencils and Taehyung chips in that they’ll find something to replace your sketchbook.

- Taehyung takes your other hand in his,

- By the time the three of you make the short walk back your tears have mostly subsided into slight sniffles’ and you’re glad to be back within the air-conditioned confines of your home and out of the summer heat.

- Jungkook sits you down and checks the freezer finding ice pops and ice cream and fixes you with a lemon ice pop.

- But that’s when Yoongi comes down the stairs and sees the three of you sitting on the edge of the counter.

- “What the hell happened?” he says almost tripping down the stairs, when he sees the small scratch on the side of your face. He takes your face gently in his hands.

- “They’re where just some neighborhood kids Yoongs- Jungkook and Tae saved me.” Both of the hybrids try not to puff out their chests and exchange grins feeling proud- before they catch Yoongi’s expression, he’s looking at them murderously like they’re the ones that beat you up,

- As he goes to pick up the phone they start to protest but then he shoots them a look, and they fall silent.

- It takes Hoseok, Jimin, and Jungkook, to stop Namjoon and Seokjin from calling the police that night, especially after they see the scratch on the side of your face.

- Jimin sits next to you when he gets home and presses a wet paper towel to the scratch, pressing a kiss to the scratch every time he takes it off too check it.

- They spend the night pampering you; Namjoon runs a brush through your hair as you sit snuggled up against Jungkook’s chest while Tae spoons Jungkook.

- Yoongi watches you from across the room. Tracking your movement like he's not sure you’re all right.

- Namjoon retreats to the patio outside, finding Hoseok and Seokjin piled on top of each other, the two of them giggle and pull the him down onto the outdoor futon.

- The air is warm, And Namjoon can’t keep the smile on his face especially when Seokjin’s hands start to wander.

- “God I love the two of you.” Hoseok gasps, running a hand down Namjoon’s arms and another through Seokjin’s hair. “I love our family, I love our everything. And mostly- I love that that’s no longer a problem.” He says gesturing inside his house, where they can see through the window. You and Jungkook, sleeping, snuggled up on the couch.

- Yoongi has moved next to you, his black cattail curled gracefully with yours, with Taehyung and Jimin equally as cuddly. All the hybrids piled onto one couch, happy and finally getting along.

- By the end of the night it’s Jungkook and Yoongi who carry you upstairs and tug you into a comfortable pair of flannels, you fall asleep in the middle of the big bed after Yoongi promises you that the others will join you, and they all do. Piling in together, each of you feeling happy and whole and so full of love you could nearly burst.

- The next day when you wake up Namjoon manages to convinces you to file a police report against the teenage boys who harassed you. The two of you go down to the police station that morning

- the law is important to Namjoon- but then the unthinkable happens, it turns out your name is in the system, Namjoon gets the call stunned three days later while he's at work- because he never imagined that you could be accused of a crime

- But no the police officer assures him- you where in the system as missing.

- Missing- no that can’t be right, Namjoon found you that night, abandoned to die. But it’s too late he can;t take back the police report they’re already contacting your old owner.

- Namjoon doesn’t know how to tell you- he never got the full story about what happened to you because he never imagined it could be a problem, he thought that whoever had you before didn’t want you.

- Of course he asks his fiancée’s what he should do- and the three of them decide to tell you alone away from the others, but Yoongi muscles his way into the room, standing by the floor to ceilings windows with his arms crossed while the three of them sit you down at the table Namjoon works at.

- “y/n, I know you don’t want to talk about this, I know it’s a hard subject, but can you tell us about the night I found you? Can you tell us what happened before that?”

- Namjoon asks as you sit across from him, Seokjin holding your hand. None of them are surprised when the tears start to fall.

- Yoongi starts forward, saying that it’s too much for you- that they should just leave you be, but you wave him away, saying that you should tell them that they have a right to know.

- You tell him the story of the man that adopted you from the facility, how he always mistreated you and kept you as a pretty house cat- and pretty much a maid, but never let you out, never gave you anything more than the bare minimum.

- You tell them About the times that he would abuse you and hit you for the smallest things, like dropping plates or tripping over your tail.

- Sometimes kicking you to the point where it hurt to breath- he’d even twisted your arm so far he’d broken it once.

- You tell them about the demeaning words and Hoseok assures you that no- you’re not worthless, you’re not any of the unkind words he used to tell you that you where.

- You tell them about the things you overheard about his business, and that’s when they all realize that the person who owned you might as well have been a monster.

- As they start to put the pieces together they realize that there is a very good possibility that your old owner was connected to a mob.

- The last night you stayed in that house he was having a dinner party, a normal occurrence, but not so normal as when you tripped, manage to shatter an expensive vase and spill a whole glass of wine over one of his guests and the carpet.

- The beating you had gotten that night had been the worse ever, and when you had thrown up blood on his carpet too- he had decided it was the last straw and had his men drop you in the ally down the street,

- Everyone is crying by the end of your story, everyone but you, you’re just looking down at the floor willing yourself to disappear into it, your eyes empty and your hands shaking

- And when they open the doors they find the other hybrids listening in, Jimin is sobbing and he throws himself into your lap before anyone can stop him.

- And you just hold onto him as tight as you can, burying your face in his shoulders as the others pile around you and hold you tight.

- Namjoon has already told you what your owner might do, and all of them decide unanimously that no, they’re not going to let you go back to your old owner,

- You’re their family now and they’re going to fight for you no matter what.

- And with what Namjoon’s witnessed and with what you told him he has more than enough to convince a judge or even a jury that you need to stay with them.

- That night, Yoongi already knows you’re going to wake up because of nightmares, and he makes Seokjin sleep with them too, and Namjoon. You pull Namjoon into the big bed as well,

- Namjoon has always made you feel so safe; ever since he saved you that night. but he cant stop it when you shoot out of bed and head to the bathroom to vomit up your food, anxiety curled in your stomach.

- Taehyung takes you down into the living room to watch TV when you decide that you don’t want to sleep, and in the early hours of the morning you finally do. Your head on Taehyung’s lap as the news (it was the only thing that was on) drowns out Tae’s snores, all of the lights on to banish any demons and any shadow.

- Your old owner doesn’t try to get in contact with you until a few weeks later- but he does it in the worst way possible- but turning up at your front door.

- Jungkook’s near- thank god, because he sees you flinch back from the front door and immediately goes into protective mode, shoving you behind him and out of the way before growling at the man before slamming the door in his face.

- it takes Jimin and Jungkook to talk you down from the panic attack that follows

- After that the humans are served with papers- asking for the return of the hybrid.

- How horrible Seokjin thinks, that your old owner only refers to you as the hybrid, when he knows from spending time with you, from falling in love with you that you are a full-fledged person with dreams and hopes.

- Namjoon would never think of letting him take you, and he talks and bothers the judge assigned to your case incessantly, Hoseok and Seokjin come as well- corroborating Namjoon’s story about the condition they found you in that night, your injuries that where obviously inflicted.

- You even go in and give a testimony Hoseok never lets go of your hand and you don’t cry, but your shoulders are slumped and curled in when they lead you out of the courthouse.

- All it takes is a glance between the three of them to decide that they can’t let you go home like this. So they take you out to an art shop and buy you a set of new colored pencils, oil pastels, and watercolors complete with brushes and new sketchbooks.

- You fall asleep against Namjoon’s shoulder in the back seat on the way back from the courthouse, so tired from the emotional stress of the day.

- Namjoon runs his hands through your hair as he looks down at you and thinks about how strong you are for facing this, and as he thinks about the last few months, about how happy everyone’s been, about how well you fit into their little family, Namjoon lets a few tears loose as he thinks about the very real possibility of losing you.

- He meets Seokjin’s eyes when they’re parked at a spotlight and they share a fond broken look. And that’s when Seokjin vows that there is no way he’ll let you go- it will break his family he knows it will.

- Seokjin might have been raised with money, but he works really hard so that his family can live comfortably now. They still manage to put a large amount of money away every month for a rainy day fund, after the groceries and mortgage and cell phone bills are all paid for.

- And this is certainly a rainy day.

- So he sets up a meeting with your old owner no matter how bitter of a taste it leaves in his mouth- to meet with that monster of a man like an equal.

- And he finds him more disgusting than you described, with breath smelling like smoke, and wearing a very ugly and out of fashion Balenciaga suit.

- Over drinks, Seokjin swallows down his rabid distaste of the man and convinces him to sell you, despite the fact that you are a person and not a thing to be sold.

- And when he comes home, and finds you cooking in the kitchen with Namjoon spilling every other bowl, laughing your ass off with Jungkook, watching him struggling to cut an onion for the roast you’d planned on making that night,

- He decides he can’t wait to tell you. You drop the bowl of salad you’re holding in your hands the moment his words leave his mouth and it clatters and spills but no one pays it any attention.

- “you mean I’m yours? He can’t take me away from you now?” you say, your lower lip quivering. And Seokjin smiles at you before you launch yourself into his arms; Namjoon comes to hug him too, before Taehyung runs in, shouting for confirmation of what he’s just heard.

- Seokjin smiles and says yes- yes, he hasn’t gotten your official birth certificate yes. But right now it seems that you’re theirs now, and that there’s no risk at all of you being taken away.

- Namjoon catches Jimin smiling at you with a small sad look in his eyes, and Namjoon takes his hand in his while everyone woops and cheers, already talking about going and getting ice cream cake to celebrate, Hoseok noisily asking you what your favorite food is.

- It might have been a few years since Jimin was saved from a similar situation but some day’s it’s still hard for him to forget the abuse too,

- That’s one of the reasons why Namjoon thinks the two of you are so close to one another. Because you’ve both gone through such similar things.

- That night, a warm summer storm sweeps through, and instead of finding yourself scared (like Yoongi is- underneath about 5 layers of covers to drown out all sound of thunder) you find yourself drawn outside, accidentally rousing Jimin from sleep when you elbow him, he comes with you outside as the two of you stand underneath the rain,

- “it feels fantastic doesn’t it?” Jimin asks, after you’re done twirling around, your smile stretched so wide that your face will start to hurt soon, “I never thought I’d feel so free” you agree stretching your arms out.

-“What are the two of you doing?” Hoseok calls from the open patio doors, which results in the two of you pulling him out to dance with you in the rain.

- Jimin and Hoseok teach you few moves as you twirl underneath the deluge of the water feeling light and for the first time like you could be okay, like it’s all not too good to be true.

- Hoseok starts singing a terrible rendition of “singing in the rain” resulting in the three of you dissolving into giggles before you shriek and run inside, trying to avoid getting water on the floors, Jimin is downstairs making tea when you corner Hoseok with a towel, fluffing his hair out for once- the same way he always does for you.

- He giggles and smiles, and twines his hands around your waist from where you sit in between your legs and presses his nose to your sternum, his hands wandering as he grips you tightly. Breathing in your warm fluffy scent

- He’s happy to have the person he holds dear in his arms. You press a kiss to his nose when he looks, up and then to his lips. And pretty soon Hobi is standing, as you kiss hot and incessantly against the closed bathroom door before he pulls away his eyes heavy-lidded, and reminds you that Jimin is waiting downstairs.

- If at all possible after that things get even more happy- though they also get busy.

- Soon the humans remember that- yes they actually are engaged still, and if they want to have a wedding they should probably do it soon while they can still have it outside.

- They spend time picking out cakes and taste testing in their backyard on a late summer day,

- Jimin and Taehyung play Frisbee while you sit and sketch the two of them, while Jungkook disappears into the woods with Yoongi only to come back a hour later the two of them holding bouquets of wildflowers for you.

- You kiss both of them on the mouth, and when the wedding planner catches the three humans looking at the hybrids with expressions of tenderness, she asks how they’d like to incorporate you into the ceremony.

- So they decide that you’ll be like bridesmaids and groomsmen, standing up at the altar with them.

- Three months later at the wedding, the hybrids are all dressed in shades of navy blue and champagne.

- Jungkook and Taehyung are in matching pinstripe suits, while Taehyung wears a white shirt embroidered with yellow bumblebees.

- Jimin wears a suit of the same bumblebee pattern while your dress is yellow and princesslike long with small flowers that goes fantastically with your grey ears. Yoongi’s suit is so blue it’s almost black.

- Seokjin and Namjoon in suits of dark blue with yellow boutonnieres and Hoseok is in a cream suit and glittery silver shoes that he loves.

- The three of the humans say their vows as the hybrids stand around them and watch on, sniffling and crying as work friends, and family friends and family that are supportive of their modern relationship cheer and smile.

- They share rings and a three-way kiss, as the three of them pledge their lives together.

- The 8 of you spend the night dancing and getting drunk on Champaign, feeling giddy and happy, and light knowing you have people to love you.

- It’s on the honeymoon next week, a cruise trip around the tropical islands, when the first breakfast rolls around, Namjoon gives you a collar that makes you officially his not that any of the hybrids really belong to anyone specific.

- Its small and such a light shade of pink its almost white with a gold tag with your engraved address and a small golden bell- traditional for cat hybrids, and you press so many kisses to his face that his cheeks hurt from smiling before Jungkook helps you fasten it around your neck.

- A lot of shenanigans happen on that cruise ship.

- Between Namjoon fooling around with Seokjin in the hot tub, and Yoongi discovering the all you can eat ice cream Buffett,

- Jimin nearly giving everyone an aneurysm when he drops the ball that the only bathing suit he brought was a bright red speedo by walking out onto the deck in offending speedo giving half of your family nosebleeds.

- The black bikini you wear doesn’t make it any easier

- Jungkook and Yoongi both fight over whose lap you get to sit on, both of them protesting indignantly when you curl up between Namjoon and Seokjin, who laugh at their pouts.

- All in all- their honeymoon is really just everyone being a bunch of horn dogs and finding creative ways to have sex on the cruise ship.

- And for the first time- you join in, though its Jimin and Jungkook that first rope you into it after convincing you to work out with them, queue steamy sauna times.

- Then its you and Yoongi making love one morning when everyone else goes for an early yoga class,

- Then you assist Taehyung in making Seokjin fall apart in the walk-in shower in your cabin.

- After the honeymoon, it becomes apparent why everyone’s so horny, because you and Jimin go into heat within a day of each other, the two of you make a nest of sorts in Yoongi’s room and its Jungkook and Yoongi that take the first round from the two of you.

- Yoongi is a little overprotective of you- since he claimed you as his own a little. You're not exactly mates, because there are no official mates in hybrid house but being the only other cat makes him very attached to you.

- Somewhere along the way the humans also decided It’s not wise to have the hybrids help each other out with the heat if they happen to coincide, since you could very easily hurt one another.

- You ride Yoongi while Jimin rides Jungkook right next to you and in the middle you lean over and start making out with Jimin, the sight of the two of you making out above them makes both of them cum quickly.

- And then its Namjoon’s turn to take care of the two of you and lets just say he has his hands full. He brings the two of you chocolate covered strawberries to recharge afterwards.

- But Yoongi keeps getting drawn back in, probably because he’s a cat hybrid and you are too, they’re something about the smell of you that has him hardening in his pants whenever he nears your room,

- It’s not any easier for Jungkook, who was already a horn dog when you weren’t on your heat, and you being a girl also has a particular effect on the hybrids.

- Yoongi and Jungkook take very good care of the two of you when you’re on your heat, switching between you and Jimin every round or so. though everyone visits the room at one point or another.

- And when you and Jimin finally burn off your heat, it takes nearly an hour for Hoseok to clean the two of you, with both of your bodies feeling ropey and satisfied and miles high before you both get hit with a day’s worth of aftercare and a buffets worth of food.

- All in all- your heat is nearly a week affair. it’s your first heat but you’d never dream of letting anyone else help you through your heat.

- Winter arrives quickly and quietly after that with more snow than you’ve had in years past

- The humans take you sledding one weekend the same day that Namjoon finds his first real grey hair (though it will take him another full 5 years to get to the point where he’s full salt and pepper)

- he finds it after he takes a warm bath with you- you’d been cold from sledding and a snowball fight, and you're still leaning over the edge of the tub when he looks into the foggy mirror and tries to find more grey hairs, while you just laugh from the edge and say that now he’ll match your grey tail and ears.

- And it takes the cold invading for them to realize it’s nearly been a full year since you moved in with them.

- Christmas is a happy affair filled with good food (Seokjin decides to make Christmas taco’s with the help of you and Jiminie)

- And by the end of the night Taehyung and you are so full that you stretch out in front of the fire and fall deep into a food coma, resulting it Seokjin carrying both of you up into the big bed.

- The next morning presents are exchanged; you give the three humans a framed drawing of yours of their house that they put on their wall. Jungkook gets new video games, Tae and Jiminy get matching Gucci sweaters, while Yoongi gets a pair of 100% noise blocking headphones that he nearly cries over.

- Seokjin laughs and runs his hands through Yoongi’s hair, saying that now he better not complain about getting any peace and quiet.

- The humans get you a large fluffy heated blanket complete with a white duvet cover that’s covered in small blue and pink flowers. (You love it so much, you and Yoongi use it until it’s old and stained)

- But really the gift that means a lot is the one that the hybrids made for Seokjin through really it’s for everyone,

- though they did get the supplies to make It with help from Namjoon and Hoseok on one of the days that Seokjin had to work late.

- Seokjin’s the one that bought them the house all those years ago, but it makes half of them cry when he unwraps it.

- It’s a small black slate plaque with golden letters (that you and Jimin carefully painted together), it’s your house number and address, but underneath it there’s a tiny golden paw decal and large curling letters that say;

- 18 Magnolia way: Hybrid House

EPILOGUE

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Enemy is my Friend - Part Two

The second part of @red-rose-draws secret santa gift! Merry Christmas!

Rating: G Genre: Fluff, Angst, Romance, AU, Friendship, Family Bonding (briefly) Pairing(s): Love Square Summary: According to Plagg, Ladybug was supposed to be Chat Noir’s partner, and maybe if his dad hadn’t found out he had the ring, it would’ve been that way. Warning: Enemies!AU. Also, there’s mention of weight loss later on.

According to Plagg, Ladybug was supposed to be Chat Noir’s partner, and maybe if his dad hadn’t found out he had the ring, it would’ve been that way.

His first outing declaring himself her enemy all those months ago didn’t go so bad. And for a while, he’d say things went pretty well. Sure, they might be fighting, but he couldn’t help driving Plagg insane, talking over and over about how incredible that girl really was despite playing a villain, but Ladybug was a real superhero. Sometimes, he wished he could’ve been a hero alongside her, but he chalked it up to the bad luck that ran his life.

It didn’t take that long either for his luck again to run everything straight into the ground.

Still, sitting on the balcony with this girl, quietly eating a croissant, it felt like this had been a long time coming.

“Lost in thought there, Kitten?”

He gave a start, shifting over as Marinette sat beside him wrapped in one of her fluffy blankets. When she gave him a smile, he found himself mustering up his own in return. His belt tail’s buckle lightly clicked against the ground.

Ladybug had originally brought him here just because Marinette wanted to thank him during some of the akuma attacks, but then, she’d invited him back. It confused him why she was being so hospitable to someone who was Paris’s enemy, but he found himself making subsequent returns despite the worries of waltzing into a trap. Chat Noir would blame his isolation though in the end, unable to remember the last time he’d talk to anyone cordially.

… Almost like a real friend.

He was eager to visit more and more. Sometimes, he got to sit in the blanket with her; some nights, they talked for hours; but a few nights, they also just sat in silence. She drew and he’d watch or risk taking a nap. However, there was always food for him whether it be leftovers from her family’s dinner or the bakery itself. She didn’t need to do this for him anymore, but it was nice feeling like someone cared.

Slowly, his head dropped onto her shoulder and he sighed, feeling his ears droop on his head.

Could it stay like this?

“Hey, Chat?”

“Mmm?”

He felt the warmth of her fingers seep through his suit, her hand resting on his own. Would it be weird to say she smelled nice?

“A little,” she giggled. His face burned – he hadn’t realized he’d said it out loud, but she took it in stride. “Anyway, could I ask you something?”

“… Sure? What would you like to know, Princess?”

Feeling her shift, he turned and wrapped his arms around her, whining ‘Noooooo’ to keep her from pulling away. That nickname always garnered a different reaction, but he wouldn’t fall over this time! He grinned while she rolled her eyes, flashing back a brief smirk.

“Silly cat… Why do you fight Ladybug again?”

The mood shifted from playful to somber and he hesitated to answer. He didn’t know if there’d be any harm in telling her, but he could imagine the reaction when his father found out.

If his father found out.

“… Someone important to me went missing.”

He bit his tongue lightly, still unsure to say more. Though he feared the repercussions, he felt tired from everything. Lying on her lap, his arms still loosely secured around her waist, didn’t make the feeling go away either, but it did make him feel safer. Curled fingers proceeded to comb through his hair, coaxing a wavering purr from his throat.

Akumatized victims were the only way to draw Ladybug out, his father explained, while they sat at the table for the first time in, well, ever. Since his mother’s disappearance barely a year ago, Gabriel had begun shutting himself away and barring Adrien from visiting. They had to be scheduled through Nathalie as to ‘not disturb him’, and keep them within the hours he was expected to be studying or with tutors. When Adrien finally managed to see his dad for the first time, he had asked if he could do anything to help – maybe relieve him of some company work – or anything to spend more time with him.

It worked, sort of.

He scheduled a second meeting when that first ended up changing nothing, asking to attend public school.

Unsurprisingly, his father denied that request in such a tone that Adrien didn’t consider asking again.

The desire and need for interactions with people grew. Chloé’s visits had become so few that they failed to staunch the loneliness growing in his heart. Trying to take matters into his own hands, Adrien set himself up to attend a local collège and snuck out between his History and Maths sessions, but helping an old man allowed the Gorilla and Nathalie to catch up.

One stern lecture from his father later, the first akuma appeared. Plagg appeared and his dad just happened to walk in.

The rest was history.

His dad revealed himself to be the one behind the akumatized victim, taking on the moniker of Hawkmoth with the Butterfly Miraculous’ powers. Together, if they could acquire the Ladybug Miraculous, they’d be able to wish for his mother to come home. Whatever happened to her would be a bad memory – they’d be a complete family again.

How could he pass up the opportunity? He wanted to see his mother again.

Without the need to hide Hawkmoth anymore, Adrien found himself at the dining table with his father trying to plot their next strategies to gain Ladybug’s Miraculous over dinner. It was great! They hadn’t had meals together in months, and Adrien ignored the niggling feeling that this was wrong.

He laid two simple rules for his dad for their move forward: 1. Adrien’s only target was Ladybug, and 2. unless the akumatized was capable of controlling others, he wanted no civilians harmed.

While rule one was never an issue, Stormy Weather and Evillustrator were two akuma early on that violated rule two. They were lucky that Ladybug’s power could fix any damages done, but the thought of anyone accidentally injured or – heaven forbid – killed made his stomach churn. It was already enough they terrorized the city for a pair of earrings. Mom would be disappointed with those actions and he could live with that, but she’d never forgive them for harming innocent people.

“Hey, Plagg?”

“What?”

Adrien grimaced at the kwami’s usual indifferent tone, used to it, but hating it on principle. Ever since awakening from the ring and the whole villainy route, Adrien knew how much Plagg hated everything and everyone. He could probably do more than growl at Adrien, too, but he never did so the boy often used him as an echo chamber. It made things feel less lonely.

“If I just asked Ladybug, do you think she’d give me the earrings? Just long enough to make the wish?”

Gleaming acid eyes and thinned pupils turned, locking with Adrien’s eyes, but Plagg said nothing for a minute. His mouth slowly curled into fanged sneer and he returned his focused on his Camembert cheese.

“No way. Ladybug’s not going to let you or anyone have her earrings. Doesn’t matter your reason and doesn’t matter how kindly you try to ask.”

“But why?”

The snort was typical – critical and harsh with his voice just above a hiss.

“You don’t need to know.”

“I’d like to know.”

“Too bad.”

Figuring one day he’d try asking Plagg again, Adrien kept on fighting Ladybug whenever his father made another akuma victim, enjoying each opportunity to be outside and then come home to have a meal with his dad. No matter what they tried, Ladybug’s Lucky Charm always helped her win the day. Adrien should’ve been annoyed like his father was, but he couldn’t help seeing her abilities as incredible – miraculous, even? Ah, if only he had someone he could tell that one to. But joking aside, she saved the day no matter how many people – akumatized or otherwise – faced her. And he’d probably be doing the same at her side if his father hadn’t caught Plagg.

Why did he find himself lingering on that fact? And saving people when he had to, it felt better than what he was doing now – or maybe that wrongness he felt before was growing stronger.

Could it be wrong to want his mother back?

He tried not to think about it anymore, but then he made a mistake.

Adrien wasn’t sure why his father thought Simon Says was a good idea. Considering who Simon’s target was and his powers, taking his side would increase the danger, but his father didn’t listen. Ladybug came to the mansion herself to help seconds before Simon and his army arrived, and though Adrien doubled back after pretending to escape, he watched from the rooftops - eyes bulging – as Simon Says’ army carried his father away.

Stick to the plan, he told himself repeatedly, but sticking to the plan was not possible when Simon ordered his dad to jump from the TVi Station’s roof.

Father had not been pleased by the turn in events. Adrien later stood in his bedroom, staring at photos of his mother while his mind replayed his dad shouting at him for his incompetence. Not only had it been his fault they didn’t get the earrings again, but Ladybug had stolen two things from the house: some old book and a pin? Adrien hadn’t known about either object before or why they were so important.

Ignoring stinging eyes, he continued looking at the smiling photos of his mom.

It would be fine. The two of them would just have dinner later and plan the next move like always. And if he kept his mind on their goal, he’d be able to withstand any more outbursts his father might have – it would be worth it in the end.

But his father didn’t show up to dinner that night, or the next.

Akumas continued to occur and Nathalie would inform Adrien to go out as Chat Noir.

One day, he saw his father in the hallway, but he walked into his office without saying a word.

The holidays came and passed with Adrien celebrating in the dining room alone, and in that moment, the mansion was back in the days before he possessed the ring. The only difference now was Plagg, but Adrien watched the kwami purposefully phase out the window, disappearing into the snowy night.

Adrien wanted to confront his father, but he never did. Instead, the day his home school lessons were to resume, he heard glass shattering on the opposite side of the grand foyer. Cautiously, Adrien risked venturing into Gabriel’s office and gasped. Broken frames and glass strewn about, but the windows intact, he was bewildered at the destruction. But that was nothing as he watched his akumatized father rise from the floor via a secret elevator.

He didn’t get the chance to yell before the book hit him.

He avoided his father out after The Collector, or tried to anyway.

Wasn’t it ironic then when his father began talking to him again and pretending like nothing had happened? Adrien knew his dad hadn’t forgotten it. He’d also become acutely aware of his laughter whenever it echoed out of the assumed Lair now. What was he supposed to do though? The Gorilla and Nathalie acted like this was par for the course, but he couldn’t do the same – not with the influx of akumatized people interrupting his schedule, resulting in cut times to his studies and modeling.

Don’t fall behind.

Don’t be late.

If he did everything, his father wouldn’t akumatize himself again. His father wouldn’t try to akumatize him either… maybe.

Was Plagg actually showing him some concern now?

No, he had to be imagining things. No one was worried about him in this house.

Mom would be worth it in the end though, right?

Adrien ignored his growing exhaustion and bouts of dizziness, and he tried to get the earrings. He tried so hard, but found himself that fateful evening being held down by Ladybug and her fingers grabbed his ring. Watching her, he wanted to scream, to beg, to do anything, but he couldn’t bring himself to speak.

If she took it, maybe this nightmare would be over.

Staring at the ring with its blazing green paw pad in the center, Ladybug had truly given him mercy by bringing him to the patisserie. How he’d missed so many meals and not realized it, he wasn’t entirely sure. He’d been stuck inside his head for so long doing his best to make everything perfect.

“Hawkmoth said I could wish for them back, but I need Ladybug’s earrings to do that. And I need them back…”

His felt his arms tense and his hold around her tightened.

“Everything’s wrong at home and I’m not sure how much longer I can say this is worth it. But if I give up, I don’t know what’ll happen. When Ladybug brought me here that first night, I wish she had taken my ring.”

“Chat…”

Burying his face into her side, found himself engulfed by darkness, Marinette having taken her blanket and wrapping it around them both. He imagined the headlines reading that the notorious villain Chat Noir was discovered crying on some bakery’s roof, but he doubted such thoughts had gone through her head.

Marinette was empathetic and kind – brave too when the time came for it. Her actions reminded him so much of his mother; she was keenly aware that he needed an affection that had begun to feel unobtainable in life. She allowed him to cry himself out and curl against her legs, and the exhaustions from the day made his eyelids feel heavy.

Protected and warm, Chat Noir – Adrien fell asleep, dreaming of a future where he’d feel happy and whole again, and with Marinette by his side.

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The Lannister Wolf - Part 1 Chapter 1

It was one of those mornings when the frost was fresh on the ground and the cold wasn’t just cold but a harsh bitterness. Today was the kind of day where Evelyn Stark preferred to either stay inside reading to Rickon or warm herself up with Robb, Theon and Jon. However, the three boys had gone out with their father and Bran to deal with a deserter, so Evelyn had taken to finding a quiet perch to read.

Evelyn Stark was not the usual kind of girl who would find a chair or even her bed to read. On the contrary, she was the girl who did not care for quiet, dignified things unless they excited her at the same time. Sansa always said she was cut from the same cloth as Arya, but Evelyn had more control over her energy and wild side. While Arya would out front tackle Theon to the ground if he teased her, Evelyn would take a sneaky, roundabout way and either trip him subtly or later when he wasn’t prepared, she would pounce on him silently. Ned had once said that Arya was the lion and Evelyn was the cheetah. Arya was the brute strength while Evelyn was the swift, accurate and quiet attacker.

At present, Evelyn was seated on the roof of the stables, all wrapped up and occasionally rubbing her hands together as she read her book. Lucky for her it was enticing enough to distract her from the cold. But it wasn’t enough to distract her from the return of her brothers and father.

The seventeen-year-old girl closed her book hastily and tucking it into the brown leather back she always carried with her, she slid down the roof and hopped down. Jon and Robb were the first to emerge from the stables and Evelyn noticed right away that both boys were carrying two fluffy bundles.

“What is that?” the girl inquired.

Robb’s blue eyes lit up at the sight of his twin sister and he rushed over to her before holding out the small bundle. Evelyn’s amber eyes widened at the sight of the dire wolf pup in her brother’s arms.

“We found them! They’re mother was dead,” Robb explained, “Father said we could keep them! Even Jon got one!” “EVELYN!” Brans little voice cried as he rushed from the stables, his arms full.

The boy crashed into his older sister and held up one of the bundles in his arms. Evelyn saw right away that it was a pure black dire wolf pup and looked smaller than Robb and Bran’s.

“It’s a girl,” Bran explained, “I kept that one for you!” Evelyn smiled at Bran as she took the pup into her arms. The pup looked up into Evelyn’s golden eyes and began to lick her face gently with a warm tongue.

“What are you going to name her?” Robb asked, “I’m naming my Greywind.” Evelyn smiled and glanced down at the pup in her arms, “Zinzi.”

Jon chuckled as he fondled the white pup in his arms, “Typical Evelyn. A tough name but also girly and swift.” The girl smiled and playfully punched her half-brother’s arm, “Come on! Mother is gonna be angry with you boys if you don’t go in for dinner. Don’t forget, the Lannister’s are coming tomorrow.” The three boys nodded and rolled their eyes heavily. None of them were looking forward to the company or to the prospect of having several dinners and a banquet.

When the boys were gone, Evelyn looked down at the pup in her arms and carefully held her up in front of her. She scanned over the pup, checking for any injuries. She found none other than a cut on the pup’s left ear.

“We’ll take care of that easily,” Evelyn assured the pup, cuddling her in her arms.

The girl hurried through the snowy streets of Winterfell clutching Zinzi to her chest. When she finally arrived at the small little empty stable at the edge of town, she pushed the door open with her shoulder and closed it with her foot. The single stable had been abandoned for years because it wasn’t large enough for horses. It had been used for pigs but pigs don’t do well in the North so there was no use for it. Evelyn had gotten Robb and Jon to help her nail boards over the windows so that there were only two windows and they made the stable gate into a French door style.

There were several old tables and chairs inside as well as a rocking chair. In the large wooden trough that had been cleaned out and gifted a lid were plenty of blankets, bandages and a box containing emergency bandages in bags that Evelyn could take with her quickly.

The left and back walls of the stall had shelves line with jars full of different plants and substances. Everything was tidy and well-kept and as for the snow flower plant that grew in the small box on the windowsill, that was for decoration and was probably better cared for than any plant.

However the same couldn’t be said about the ivy plant in the other sill which was constantly used as the area where Evelyn poured concoctions to test if they were fatal… let’s just say that ivy plant had died and had been resurrected a few too many times.

Evelyn placed the puppy on the counter and carefully located the salve for small cuts and applied some to the cut. Zinzi whimpered but Evelyn stroked her belly while she did it to distract her. When she finished, she blew on the salve till it dried and created a crust over the wound to keep it from bleeding out.

“There you go,” Evelyn cooked, stroking the puppy under the chin, “All better!”

*****

“Evelyn!” Sansa cried, “You have to get your hair done!” Evelyn looked up from where she was playing with Zinzi on her bed. Sansa had burst into the bedroom, brush in hand after seeing the state her older sister was in. Evelyn’s long black hair was pulled up into a loose bun that rested on the back of her head with a few long wisps of black hair flitting about her pale face.

“It is done,” Evelyn objected.

Sansa shook her head, “Nonsense! The king is coming here to Winterfell! You have to look your best!”

Evelyn chuckled, “Honestly! It’s fine! I’ll let you do something to my hair for the banquet tonight.”

“Fine,” Sansa sighed, “At least change out of that dress.” Evelyn considered the brown everyday dress she was wearing and humphed to herself. At least Sansa wasn’t asking her to change her gender!

Getting up, the girl decided to change into a deep navy-blue dress that was both simple but not the dress she wore every day. She was just about to sit back down with Zinzi when there came a knock at the door.

“Eve? You in there?”

Evelyn skipped to the door and opened it to find her twin and Jon standing there, both grinning. Robb held out a fur cloak to his sister. It was dark navy blue except for the fur which was silver and complimented Evelyn’s blue eyes. The girl took it and wrapped it around her shoulders, noting that Robb was also wearing his.

“Aren’t you going to join us Jon?” Evelyn asked.

Jon shook his head, “I doubt mother would want that.”

Evelyn groaned, “What if I want you there!?” Jon chuckled at the girl’s attempt at a pouty face but instead scooped her up in a bear hug, “Then I would love to come but you aren’t lady Stark Eve.”

“Yet,” Evelyn pointed out, putting emphasis on the word.

“Right. Yet,” Jon chuckled.

“Except for one thing sis,” Robb pointed out. “You probably will never be Lady Stark because as a woman, you will get married and inherit your husband’s last name.”

Evelyn’s eyes expanded which earned chuckles from her two brothers, “NO! Not that!” “If you three are done babbling about,” Sansa called from where she was trying to drag Rickon and Bran outside, “We need to go!”

Once outside, Evelyn positioned herself between Sansa and Robb. Honestly, she felt out of place there considering that she wasn’t nearly as tall as Sansa and Robb and was at least two inches shorter than Sansa, making her feel like she should be next to Bran and Arya.

However, if she would have thought of that sooner than it would be great but at that moment the king and the whole royal family and their guards came riding through the gates.

Evelyn considered the rather stout king. She knew that she and Robb had met him as babes years ago but she didn’t remember anything of him. She had to admit, she wasn’t what she expected of a king.

As the large man dismounted from his horse who looked ready to deflate, the carriage door opened and out stepped Cersei and her two youngest children. Evelyn had already caught sight of Joffrey riding next to his father and had purposely not looked in his direction. He was pretty hard on the eyes not to mention he gave the girl the chills.

Robb jabbed his sister gently in the side to get her attention and Evelyn turned to see what he was referring to. Sansa was smiling adoringly at Joffrey who was smirking at her. ‘Oh great!’

However, the girl was brought out of her thoughts when Robb jabbed her again, “Psst.”

Evelyn looked over at her brother. Now was not the best time to be talking! The king was approaching! As their father and the king greeted each other in a rather peculiar way, Evelyn looked at her brother to see Robb nodding towards someone in the king’s guard.

The girl followed his gaze and rested upon a man garbed in gold with sunny blond hair and piercing green eyes. Jaime Lannister, the Kingslayer. Evelyn had heard about him from stories, rumors and from their father but nothing much. Honestly, as far as personality goes, she knew nothing about him. All she knew was that he was the twin brother to the queen.

Evelyn didn’t have chance to brood further on her thoughts when suddenly the King approached her and Robb.

“You must be Robb,” the king greeted her twin, patting him strongly on the shoulder, “Just like your father.” The king then stepped to the side and approached Evelyn. He considered the girl a moment before grinning widely at her, “And you must be Evelyn! I remember when you were just a wee thing! So tiny and pink but so full of energy! You hated being away from your brother! Screamed every time! You got the hiccups from crying too!”

Evelyn felt her cheeks turning beet red at the king bringing up her habits as a babe. Geez this was embarrassing!

Finally the king moved on from Evelyn and went to greet Sansa. The girl let out a sigh of relief but made sure that no one other than her brother heard it. Robb smirked down at his sister with a devilish grin.

“First time I’ve heard of it. So, you cry when you’re not with me sis?”

Evelyn glared at her twin, “I’m warning you Robb Stark. Do not finish that sentence!” “And you would get the hiccups cuz you cried so much!?”

“ARGH!” Evelyn hissed low enough, so the King didn’t hear and stomped on her brother’s foot hard.

Robb cringed from the pain but smirked teasingly at his sister anyway. Evelyn crossed her arms and looked away from her brother, determined to punish him by ignoring him… however when he gently tapped her on the shoulder to get her attention, she turned to look at him.

“You might want to look at the Kingslayer Eve,” he whispered.

Glancing away from her brother, Evelyn peered at the blond Lannister through the curtain of her hair and realized that he was already staring at her. There was an amused smile on his face and Evelyn realized with shock that he had seen the exchange between her and Robb!

Evelyn felt her face flush from embarrassment. Not only did the king bring up her embarrassing childhood memories, but the queen’s brother had overheard her banter with her brother! Could the day get any worse? Oh wait…. It already was because Sansa was practically swooning over Joffrey!

When it was finally time to disperse, Evelyn noticed that her parents were taking the king and queen to the crypt to pay their respects. However, before Evelyn could resume her position next to her twin, Bran and Rickon had both caught one of her hands and were tugging on them to get her attention.

“Eve,” Rickon cried in his still young voice, “Can we go play with Shaggydog and Summer in the woods?”

“Mother doesn’t want them out of their kennels while the royal family is here,” Bran whispered.

Evelyn smiled down at her two brothers and nodded, “Of course, but you have to take Zinzi with you.” “Okay,” Rickon chirped. He adored all the dire wolves, especially Zinzi because the female dog was almost like Evelyn in dog form.

“But why?” Bran inquired, “Summer and Shaggydog are capable of taking care of themselves.” Evelyn chuckled and ruffled her brother’s hair, “It’s not Summer and Shaggydog I’m worried about. It’s you two knuckle heads.” Bran laughed as he ruffled his hair back into place, “Okay. We’ll take Zinzi.” Without further ado, the two boys sprinted off towards the kennels to release the three wolves. Evelyn turned, prepared to follow the rest of her family when her face came in contact with a metal chest. Groaning at the sting of metal against her forehead, she rubbed it and looked up at the person she had collided with.

“I’m sorry….”

Looking way up at the person, she realized she was looking up into the piercing blue eyes of Jaime Lannister! Oh, how embarrassing!

The Kingslayer smirked at her, “It is quite alright Lady Stark.” Evelyn shook her head, “I am not Lady Stark Ser Jaime. Just Evelyn. Lady Stark is my mother.” Jaime smiled at her, “Of course. I am sorry I was standing in your way but I couldn’t help overhearing your conversation with your brothers.” “Oh Rickon and Bran,” Evelyn chuckled.

Jaime nodded, “You seem close to them.” “They remind me of my brother and I when we were little,” Evelyn replied, her voice softening as she watched her brothers run out of Winterfell with the wolves on their heels.

“Lady Evelyn!” one of the villagers cried, rushing over to the girl and giving Jaime a hasty bow. “You have to come quick! Jerald has fallen from the tree again.”

“Again?” Evelyn sighed, “It’s a miracle his bones heal! I’m coming.” With that, the girl spun around and bowed to Jaime, “If you will excuse me Ser Jaime.” Without waiting for his reply, the girl hurried off after the villager, leaving behind a rather surprised and intrigued Lannister.

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Ed Sheeran Imagine - Guiding Light, Chapter #1

You got home around 7pm, a bit later than the usual due to your boss comanding you to train the new interns. You love working there, it’s always been your dream to work in a book publishing company, but you’re tired, craving for a hot relaxing bath, your mattress and warm blankets. London is getting cold, and you laugh by yourself as you remember the motto “The Winter is coming” from Game of Thrones, the TV show you love watching with your fiancé, Ed, you’d also love having him by your side, cuddling with you, but he’s on tour now, and probably won’t be here that soon. You go upstairs straight to your bedroom, when you hear some noises in the room next door and decide to check it.

You aren’t expecting to find your fiancé there, as he’s been on Tour for his fourth album for nearly a year (practically the time you moved in together), and you barely had time to see each other since then. He’s on his studio room, sitting with his back to you, doing something on his laptop. His ginger hair is longer than you remember, and he’s wearing one of those dark-grey-blue flannels you love on him, making impossible for you to see his tattoos. You heart starts beating fast in you chest, you miss this boy so much the tears quickly fill in your eyes.

“Teddy?” you whisper, astonished, unable to raise your voice, sounding a bit trembling.

“Babe?” he turns towards you, the brightest smile on his face and his eyes, beautifully blue, are looking at you so deep and with such love, the air gets stuck on your throat. Oh God, you’ve missed all of this so bad! Though you’re always watching videos of his performances and interviews (you also chat on skype and facetime from times to times), it’s not the same when he’s live. The tears you’ve been holding back just fall down your cheeks “document.write(Mariana), love, what’s wrong?” he asks worried, standing up immediately and starting to approach you.

“Teddy!” you repeat, this time louder, and run to him, wrapping your arms around his neck tightly.

“Love!” he chuckles, when he realises you’re not crying for being sad, hugging you tight as well “I’ve missed you!”.

“So have I” you murmur against the crook of his neck, breathing in his marvellous scent, and your brain automatically remembers you of it “What are you doing here? I thought you’d be doing gigs for at least a month before coming back home!” you say, raising your head to look into his bright blue eyes.

“Some of the concerts were unfortunatelly cancelled due to lack of security” he sighs. You know how much important this life is for him, which is why you’d never opposed to being away from him for so long. That is his happiness, and if he’s happy, so you are.

“Oh, I’m so sorry babe!” you caress his right cheek, right onto his scar.

“Yeah, well, now I have about two weeks and a half off. I can be with you, at least!” he gives you that smile. The one that makes your legs weaker and your heartbeating speeds up.

“Always the good side!” you smile back at him when he gently wipes off the tears from your face with his thumbs “What do you wanna do for tonight?” you ask, smiling wider when he lowers his hands back to your waist, holding you close to him.

“Hm…” he bites his lower lips and you laugh at his thinking expression “I thought we could stay here, and just chill out. Maybe order something to eat…”.

“Sushi!” you both say at the same time, giggling at each other. This is just one of your many compatibilities. Your tastes, your principles are so alike that it’s what makes your relationship so strong and beautiful, you believe.

“Alright, I’ll just change into something more comfortable and we can order it!” you say, pulling away from his arms slowly, not wanting to be apart from him for any other second. You’re reaching the door when something comes up to your mind and you turn around to face him, walking back to him.

You carefully remove his glasses document.write(glass), placing on the table beside you. You get on your tip toes and wrap your arms around his neck again so you can press your lips onto his. He pulls your body closer to his, hugging you and pushing his tongue into your mouth. It’s a kiss full of love, passion and missing, you can’t help letting a small whimper slip out of you when you taste him after so much time.

His fingertips press the small of your back, bringing you even closer as he moves his tongue slowly inside your mouth, carefully playing with your own. He lowers his hands to your butt, squeezing it a little and breaks the kiss as you need to catch some breath, smooching down to your neck, licking your flesh. Your heart jumps in your chest, your breath speeds up and you raise your hands to his fiery red hair, twisting it with your fingers and he groans into your skin, breathing heavily.

Suddenly you feel a hard form against your belly and you look down, frowning, only then realising that form is actually his manhood sticking you up.

You look back at him and you can’t help blushing deeply at his gaze. “I’m sorry” he says, his voice tone a bit lower and husky than usual, his cheeks also red. He looses the grip on your waist pushing you away slightly so you don’t feel him anymore.

You had already tried to make your mind up before so you can give yourself entirely to him, but your insecurities about your body and lack of experience never let you go any further then some kisses and clothed make out sessions. And as Ed is always controlling himself, extremely respectful of your “condition”, this kind of situation (you being able to feel him through your clothes) is kind of rare, unusual. He tries his best to not make you umconfortable, even if he has to stop himself from getting what he desires.

In addition, you know it’s been hard for him because he hasn’t being with any woman after his last relationship ended. Which happened about two years and a half ago, also the time you met each other and started dating a little while later. “It’s alright…” you say, biting your lower lip and smiling sheepishly “I’m gonna shower” you give him one last peck before heading to your shared bedroom.

Reaching there, you breath in and out slowly, gasping a bit. As you grab fresh and clean clothes and make your way to the bathroom, your mind flies back to the last moments you’ve spent together, and you are able to feel shivers of anxiety running through you. What if you had let him go ahead and make you his? Would he have liked you? Would he rather if…

“Love?” Ed calls you through the bathroom door, interrupting your thoughts. You’re almost fully undressed, except for the panties on your body. You quickly wrap a towel around yourself before opening the door enough so you can see his face “Yes?”.

“Hm… I just wanted to apologise again…” he pauses, sighing heavly, like when he’s disappointed with himself “I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable or like I wanted anything else from you this way, as if I was pressuring you. I promise I’ll control myself better from now on” he says looking straight into your document.write(brown) eyes. His blue ones looking extremely sorry.

“It’s okay, Teddy!” you open the door wider, smiling at him. You know he had no intentions in forcing you to do anything you didn’t feel like, and his cuteness and worry makes your heart melt “I know all of that, you don’t need to explain yourself! Don’t be upset!” you kiss his cheek “And… I kind of…” you take a breath and look at your feet, blushing “I do want this to happen, Ed!” you speak in a lower tone.

Ed brings your chin up, making you look at him “Oh! Really?” he frowns and then softens his expression, giving you an embarassed little smile “You don’t have to worry nor rush about it, baby, when you feel ready, you’ll know, and I’ll know that too”.

“No, baby, the thing is, I am ready, I’m only not sure how to do it” you admit “You know how I just simply freeze every time I am closer to get more intimate with you”.

“There’s no reason to be nervous, love!” he sweetly kisses the top your forehead, wrapping his arms around you firmly “I’m yours!” he murmurs in your skin and lowers his head to look into your eyes. His are glowing beautifully and you can see the love he feels for you right through them. And only then you realise you don’t have to be afraid or insecure, he’s always been there for you, he won’t judge you for your little flaws or the ones you think you have.

“And I’m yours!” you hold the towel against your body tighter with one arm and hugs him with the other. Standing on your toes, you kiss him slowly.

He breaks the kiss and chuckles “Hm… I’m gonna order for us while you take your shower, alright?” you nod “Anything special?”.

“Nope” you giggle “The usual is fine!” you wink and he nods, kissing the tip of your nose and releasing your body “Be quick, baby, I don’t want to be away from you much more!” he says softly, walking out of the room.

You sigh and close the door again, looking at your expression in the mirror: you seem fascinated by your new discharge of confidence. You smile, removing the towel and deciding to shave yourself completely, thinking maybe that’s the night you’ll finally surrender yourself to the love of your life.

…

You put on some of your favourite body lotion, your long sleeved pajamas top and pants. Going downstairs, you see Teddy setting the living room small table to yourselves.

“document.write(Mariana)?” he smiles wide when he notices you “What about document.write(King)?” he picks the DVD of your favorite animation movie and you grin at him. “Perfect!” you nod, approaching him.

“Alright. The food has just arrived” he puts the DVD on and two cushions on the carpet, sitting on one of them and tapping the other beside him.

You take the seat and he gives you the hashi “Thank you, Teddy!” you kiss his left cheek “You’re welcome, love!” he turns his head towards yours, giving a peck on your lips.

Ed brings the table closer to you both, and you start eating the delicious food. You take your time, watching him, so close to you, after almost a year: it’s seem like a dream! He has rolled his shirtsleeves up and you can finally see his tattos. You smile at the little red hand in his arm, it’s one of your favorites, the meaning is so sweet and so Ed that you can’t help melting and falling in love with him more at every second.

You obseve his face, from the left side, his light blue eyes, already focused on the movie, the birthmark highlighting the left one, his nose pointing up, the freckles on it and his cheeks, those cute and squeezable cheeks you love so much, and the light pink lips you wanna kiss all the time. All of it framed by his messy curled ginger hair.

“What?” he looks at you, frowning, when he realises you’ve been gazing at him.

“Nothing” you shake your head, grinning “Just recognising the incredible man I have by my side!” you wink and he blushes deeply and adorably.

“Ah!” he bites his lower lips “Thank you?” he chuckles with himself. “Just the truth!” you shrugh, turning your attention back to the food.

“I must say the same!” he says grinning “I’m the luckiest man in the world for having you!” he hugs you by your side, resting his arm on your shoulder and you lay your head on his, giving a small kiss on his neck and you feel him shiver.

You stay in this position, just watching the movie and enjoying each other’s company for a little while, when you both sit up to eat.

…

After eating and watching document.write(King), you decided to lay on the sofa, Ed behind you with his arms around your body “How’s your job?” he asks, breaking the silence first.

“It’s fine” you answer, a bit tired. Cuddling always makes you feel so comfortable and protected, you know you can spend the whole day in Ed’s arms, just relaxing or sleeping “There are more work to do now that document.write(Luana) reopened the internship program”.

“They should make things easier for the other workers, shouldn’t they?” you can imagine the wrinkle on his forehead as he asks, confused.

“Well, babe, they’re all new on the job, I can’t blame them. They have a lot to learn” you shrug. “I remember when you joined the company, love, we had met each other, what? Three or four weeks before. You had just graduated at the best British University at such a young age; you were a little genious! And still are, to be honest! You had no problems in becoming the best worker there!” he kisses your cheek.

You shake your head, smiling at his words and lean against him better, feeling his soft shape perfectly pressed to your back, looking at him over your shoulder “Hm…” he murmurs in you ear after a while “I still think you should come touring with me!”.

“I can’t sing Teddy, you know that!” you playfully tap his hand that’s holding your waist “What would I do on tour with you?”.

“Well, you can do your job on the road with me!” he says, smiling “Write your own book like you’ve always wanted, instead of translating and publishing someone else’s. You and I know how great your potential is, you don’t even need to think too much to create a beautiful story. And I know you already have a few with you, just waiting to be shown to the world” he smiles wider. You laugh hard at his statement. This boy is so cute you turn around just to squeeze his cheeks with your hands.

He giggles, caressing the side of your right thigh and you shift under his touch, feeling yourself getting anxious with what this nearer contact can lead to, and your heartbeats increase as he grips your flesh firmly. Ed pulls you down his body so he’s on top of you, looking straight into your eyes.

You put your hands around his neck and bring his face down for you to kiss him. You lick his lower lip, asking for permission to enter his mouth and he concedes immediately. A slow battle start between your tongues, as yours tries to explore his mouth and his is doing the same. He grasps your waist, as the kiss become more rougher and passionate, positioning himself in the middle of your thighs and you can now feel his bulge pressed in your core.

You even try to open the first buttons of his shirt, but your shaky hands make things more difficult. Ed chuckles during the kiss, helping you to take his cloth off and you grab his arms, feeling their strong features with your palms. You bite his lower lip gently, pulling it a little.

“document.write(Mariana), babe!” he whispers against your lips, breathing heavily. Ed lowers the kiss from your neck to the skin of your chest that is not covered by your pajama top. You feel this part of your body heavier, along with your breaths; your nipples are also getting harder as Ed’s hands start travelling up the side of your body, stopping right beside your breasts. He separate your lips, and looks down, his gaze stuck at your chest, making you blush.

Putting your hands on his chin, you gently raise his head, being able to see his eyes full of lust and desire. He rubs his crotch against your center slowly and you let out a soft moan, feeling his hard and thick form. You start to get wet down there, throbbing and anxious to be touched “Ed!” you twist your fingers in his hair, pulling his curls a bit.

Ed leans down and gives one last kiss on your jawline before sitting on his knees, panting and looking at you intensely. He runs his hands through his hair nevoursly and lowers them to the hem of your shirt.

You breath in and out a few times before nodding and he slowly removes your pajama t-shirt. You sigh in relief when you notice you had put your bra on, as you don’t wear it for sleep. Ed’s eyes roam over your upper body and you cover youself with your hands, as it gets difficult for you to breath, the same thoughts you had in the bathroom coming back to your mind. Apparently, exposing yourself is being harder than you thought it’d be.

“Love?” he frowns, caressing your hands, right beside the stretch marks on your hips. You were feeling so confident earlier you forgot about these little things that have let you down all these years; the reason why you’ve never been with a man before, with Ed specially. Your gasp, instantly pushing his hands away from your body and sitting up at the other far end of the sofa, with your legs pressed into your chest, looking down at your hands.

“I’m sorry!” you whisper, trembling, some tears threatening to spill over.

“What’s wrong?” he approaches you slightly “Did I push you too much?” he sounds worried and you shake your head.

“It’s not you, Ed…” you bite your lower lip, preventing you from crying.

“Hey, document.write(Mariana), look at me, please!” he caress your chin and when you look at his blue eyes, all you see is disappointment and you feel guilty you’re not strong enough to get over your insecurities and give him what he deserves. But what if he doesn’t deserve you? He surely deserves someone better! Your current thoughts are the last straw and you start crying, hiding your face in your hands “I’m so sorry!” you murmur, your voice sounding muffled.

“No! Don’t apologise, there’s no reason to apologise!” he hugs you, kissing the top of your head and caressing your back, trying to calm you down. You just feel more guilty with the care he stills shows over you and you start sobbing, leaning your head onto your knees. He stays there comforting you until you chill out, and you raise your head, ready to face him “Talk to me, love!” he caress your cheeks, frowning, worried.

“I didn’t mean to…” you shake your head, fighting with the tears once more “I didn’t want to disappoint you, I’m sorry!” you gaze at his eyes, sounding sincere.

“You didn’t disappoint me, babe! document.write(Mariana), believe me when I tell you you could never let me down. It’s alright if you’re not ready. I can wait no matter how long it takes for you to feel comfortable with that” he sweetly kisses your temple. Oh Lord, he doesn’t understand, does he? It’s not a behavioral thing, it’s a physical one.

“You need a woman, Ed. A real one. Someone who can give you what you want, what you need! Not a young little girl, like me, frightened with the idea of being naked for the guy she loves, I’m just not the one” you say quietly, your voice barely audible as you look away at your hands again.

“Stop with that!” his voice is a bit angry “You are everything I need” he cups your face carefully, looking deeply into your eyes “Don’t say that again. EVER!” he stresses, the despair in his voice hurting you more than any nasty thought you had about yourself “What are you so afraid of?” he frowns “It’s just you and me! You said earlier you were mine, do you recall it? I told you I was yours as well. I’m not pressuring you, I’m just trying to understand why you don’t believe me when I tell you you’re the woman of my life!” he bites his lower lip “You said yes, you agreed to be mine forever, remember?”.

Your heart skips a beat when your mind takes you to the moment Ed proposed to you, a year and three months ago, exactly the time he asked you to move in to his house.

…

A year and three months before

“I know I’ll be far away for a while, but we’ll talk to each other every day, I promise!” he pulls you into his arms, kissing your forehead. You’re at his bedroom, helping him package some clothes and objects for his travel.

It’s the first time Ed will begin a tour since you started dating and you’re a bit apprehensive about how your relationship would “survive” through it. You love him with all your being, but you know he’s a handsome famous man and you fear he’d find another girl around the world and kick you out from his life.

“Okay!” you nod, not wanting to show him your insecurities.

“And… he releases your waist, getting down to one knee. You heart starts jumping in your chest when he pulls a small box from his jeans pocket and opens it up to you, revealing a pair of silver rings. Engagement ones, your eyes immediately fill with tears "I love you with all my heart, document.write(Mariana). Only one year of relationship and you already made me feel like I should spend the rest of my days with you, I’ve never felt like that, you make me happy like I’ve never been before. I know we hadn’t talked about our future together as a marriage, but we don’t have to rush anything. Just being engaged, like a promess that well'be each other’s forever” he takes a deep breath "Would you give me the extraordinary honor of letting me be your husband? Would you like to be my wife?" he looks at you anxiously, his eyes brighting, waiting for your answer.

“Yes! Of course, Teddy!” you grin, thrilled, letting the tears fall. That’s all you needed to relax from inside out. Ed loved you more than you thought, after all.

He grins at you as well, his glowing eyes a bit watered and you lower your hands to his face, cupping his adorable cheeks, and wipping off some tears that he let slipped. Ed stands up and takes your hand in his. He puts the beautiful ring in the fourth finger of your left hand and kisses your knuckles. He sniffs and you smile at his sensitivity; Ed’s never afraid of showing his emotions to you, and you try to do the same with him, even being more difficult for you to open up with him about your feelings.

“Would you like to move in as well?” he asks, his voice trembling a little, bringing his hands back to your waist “You may want to stay in my place when you miss me too much”.

“Are you sure? Being engaged is one thing, but living together is another… And as you say, you won’t even be here, Teddy. This is your home” you state.

“This is our home, babe!” he presses the tip of his nose onto yours and you both smile.

“I’ll think about it!” you bite your lip, laying your head on his shoulder, breathing in his cologne, keeping it in your memory, as you know you won’t be able to do this for a while “We just got engaged. Just let it happen!” you kiss his neck and he pulls you in closer, hugging you tight.

“I’m going to miss you!” he whispers “So am I, love!” you speak against his skin.

…

And Ed was right. After about two weeks he left, you missed him so badly you just grabbed the keys he gave you, organised a few boxes with all your stuff and moved into his house. Of course you called him before to be certain his plans were still on. Well, he was so happy he almost flew back home just to make sure you had everything you needed.

“As if it were yesterday” you answer him.

“So you must remember that I love you, right?” you nod, giving him a side smile “Tell me what’s on your mind, preferably without putting yourself down”.

“Ed, I don’t really think you’d want to hear that…” you start. “I want to know, I need to. Tell me your fears, I’m here for you, document.write(Mariana)” he interrupts you, a serious expression on his beautiful face.

“It’s just…” you sigh, avoiding his eyes “You are perfect, you know? And I am not” you shrug.

“document.write(Mariana), I’m not perfect” he says, taking your left hand from your knee and giving it a gentle squeeze “No one is. I’m human, I have flaws and make mistakes. Like everyone else” he caress the back of your skin.

“I don’t mean this kind of imperfection, Ed” you risk a glimpse at him and you see the confusion on his face “I’m younger than you, Teddy. It wouldn’t be a problem, but you have more experience than me in absolutely everything and you have had other women as experienced as you, the complete opposite of me!”.

“Is it being younger a problem for you?” he frowns “You know…”.

“Babe!” you interrupt him, drawing his attention and he stops talking “I kind of haven’t finished speaking my mind yet” you bite your lip nervously. Is he tired of listening to your complains? You knew this was going to happen, and that’s why you never opens up…

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t know. Go ahead!” he blushes slightly, smiling embarrassed, interrupting your thoughts. “It's not exactly about age... I don’t feel… Physically capable of satisfying you” you finally reveal to him, holding your breath, waiting for his reaction. Will he be mad or agree with you?

“What? Why?” you finally look at him and he’s gazing at you, more confused, his very light brows almost meeting each other. “Look at me Ed, I’m not that attractive. Specially comparing myself with your ex-girlfriends”.

“document.write(Mariana), you know I’d never compare you to anyone else, specifically with my ex-girlfriends” he states “And you are attractive. I don’t know how or who made you think like that, but you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen”.

“I think you need to change your glasses then” you say, chuckling, but you frown when he doesn’t show even a fake laugh, his face frozen in a serious look “I meant what I said, baby!” he says, gazing at you as if to prove his words “I am the one who should be asking myself what a young, beautiful lady like you is doing with his old lad here…”.

“No, Teddy! I love you!” you gently place your thumb on his lips, hushing him. “See that, document.write(Mariana)? I love you too. And that’s why I’m with you. I don’t care if you have a third eye or a third boob, I haven’t fallen for you because of your looks, and I bet you haven’t either” he says, with a small smile on his lips.

“It wouldn’t be so hard, you know? Falling for the way you look, Teddy” you play with his fingers that are still involving your hand.

“But have you? Have you fallen for me for the way I look? What was that, then? My scar or my tatoos? My birthmark or my belly?” he jokes, squeezing his soft belly covered by all that coloured tattoos. You grin at him, because the answer is so easy it just slips out of your mouth, without you thinking too much “It was everything” you confess “Not any of these, but all of them together, I’ve fallen for the whole group of things that makes you… Well, you!”.

“See it? And why can’t I love you the same? Why don’t you believe I love all of you? Since your smooth document.write(curly), document.write(yellow) hair, your document.write(hearted) face with your bright document.write(brown) eyes, your little nose, your extremely kissable mouth, this beautiful chest I don’t get to see very often because you rarely wear low-cut clothes. Your breasts I’ve been eager to see for a long time, even if I’m just being able to see their form right now” he winks and you blush, looking down at your boobs, covered by your document.write(blue) bra.

“This nice document.write(soft) belly of yours, I can tell you it is so much better than mine!” he chuckles and you smile timidly “I don’t care the size of it, nor your breasts or thighs size, I just want you, exactly the way you are, babe! All these perfect little things of you!” he grins at you “And I just love when you wear those pair of tight jeans and I can see your good-looking butt swaying around” your mouth opens in an “O” form, perplexed with his audacity, and he starts laughing at your face. This amazing sound you only have been able to hear by interviews or skype chats. The sound you most love to hear in the world; it is so contagious that you instantly starts laughing too, until your belly hurts and your eyes are filled with happiness tears.

“Oh babe!” you wipe the tears from your face and shakes your head, clarifying your mind “What about these things?” you turn your nose up, grabbing the flesh in your tummy, full of white thin strech marks. You got them when your body started to change from childhood to teenage years, and being young and unconcerned about them at the time, made you an insecure woman now that you actually care about them.

“What are those?” he approaches his hands to yours but you snap them before he can touch you. “No…” you hold his hands far from the marks, afraid of what he would feel if he touched them. “Do they hurt?” he asks worried. “Babe, haven’t you heard about strecth marks before?” you frown “Haven’t any of your ex-girlfriends had them?” your eyes wide when you think about this possibility. Were his exes that perfect?. “I don’t know, I mean, they probably had, but I wasn’t really paying attention to this kind of detail” he shrugs “You’re the first one who is actually caring about showing me them. And I’d probably never notice if you hadn’t shown me as well”.

You shake your head, knowing it’d be impossible for him not to see them “document.write(Mariana), it’s truth! All I think about when I see you this way is how perfect you are, and how lucky I am!” he smiles wide, taking you into his arms, sitting you onto his lap and kissing the top of your head. You feel his hands on your bare waist, near the marks and you tremble a little. He starts to trace the area with the tip of his fingers, certainly feeling the strange texture of your skin “It’s so lovely!” he whispers in your head, kissing it once more.

“Are you serious?” you ask in a low tone. You know he wouldn’t mock you for your features, but you hope he’s not liying just to make you feel better.

“Of course I am!” he raises your chin, so you can look at his eyes “I told you, I love all of you!” he grins and you sigh in relief, yawning afterwards “Let’s go upstairs! You must be tired!” he caresses your back, lifting you up on your feet.

“We won’t do anything tonight?” you ask as he stands up beside you.

“I think we should try it another day!” he wraps your waist with his ams and you pout a little bit frustrated “Oh babe, c'mon” he tickles the sides of your body and you throw your head back, laughing “I want you to be comfortable when we become one, document.write(Mariana)!” he leave wet kisses on your exposed neck, making sure to rub his beard on your skin, tickling it until you’re shaking in his arms. “Ed, babe!” you giggle, trying to push him away.

“Yes?” he stops the tickling session to look at you, wiggling his brows and smirking. You just shake your head, gasping a bit “I’m not tired!” you say, but another yawn coming from your mouth betrays you.

Ed smirks “You’re not tired, huh?” you shake your head “document.write(Mariana) don’t worry, 'cause we’ll have a lot of time to do this, baby. The rest of our lives!” he offers his right hand and you accept it “We can do other things, instead” he grabs your both hands, kissing their knuckles “Dance with me?” he asks, giving you one of his Puss in Boots eyes and you just can’t deny anything he asks; not when he does it looking that cute. You are not a very good dancer and neither is Ed. But it is one of these activities you know you can do together and alone, preferably, because no one will judge or make fun of you both.

You chuckle, nodding and he takes the cushions from the ground back to the sofa, afterwards pushing the table from the center to the corner of the room. Ed then walks to the radio, pressing some buttons to choose a song.

You grin when the first chords of one of your favourite songs, Guiding Light, starts to play. It is your favourite version of the song, only Ed singing (though you love Foy’s version as well) from a gig he played on thousands of years ago (8 to be more exact).

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=6elKkAP33Z0

Ed walks back to you, grabbing your waist and holding you thightly against his body. You feel his bare and coloured soft chest and belly pressed to yours (although your chest is still covered). His hands lower to the small of your back and you raise yours to his nape, playing with the little orange curls there.

“I love you, document.write(Mariana)!” he whispers, caressing your skin, and you shiver with his touch.

“I love you too, Ed!” you close your eyes, resting your head on his chest, being able to feel his steady heartbeats through his skin. Ed starts leading the dance in a slow rhythm, following the song and you move your feet carefully, not wanting to step on his. Your head is close to the lion tattoo, and you lower your right hand, caressing the face of the animal.

He hums the song, his face on your hair, sending vibrations through your whole body. It’s so good being able to hear him so close, in private. You don’t make any sound, not only because you can’t sing, but because you just want to take your time, enjoying the recorded song and the live murmurs Ed’s been letting out.

Ed lifts you up a bit, so your feet are over his, and you chuckle when you realise you were moving too slow, even for the song. He chuckles as well, looking down at you, his blue eyes shinning bright like you’ve never seen before and you sigh, a little smile making its appearance in the corner of your mouth. Even in this position, you’re still shorter than him, but it doesn’t bother any of you, as he lowers his head to give you a gentle kiss, moving his lips on yours with tenderness and love.

You close your eyes, as he does the same, licking your lower lip and you open your mouth, receiving his tongue with satisfaction. He doesn’t stop moving as you kiss, and now you’re in a better rhythm, actually dancing along with the song. You raise your right hand, that was still on his chest, meeting the other, and you caress his nape with the tip of your fingers, noticing him shift under your touch, feeling goosebumps, which makes you smile between the kiss, thinking about the effects you cause on him.

When you need to breath, Ed presses his forehead onto yours, his eyes still closed, a playful smile on his lips and you giggle with the sight of him, seemingly as happy as you are “Thank you, Teddy!” you say, low. He opens his blue eyes and nods, squeezing your waist a bit, and you know he understood what you meant. You’re thankful he’s helping to bring your confidence back, or even build it, carefully, with no pressure.

“Whenever you need, babe!” he sweetly kisses the top of your head “I’ll always be here for you”. And you are sure if it now.

You smile, knowing his words are true, letting all your fears disappear as you dance around the center of the room, as the song starts reaching its highest point with Ed beating the guitar and asking for the crowd to sing along. The lyric makes its way from your brain to your own heart. It’s perfectly matching your situation. He’s so much more than your fiancé, he’s your half, your anchor¹. He’s literally the light who’s always showing you the way back home, back to yourself.

You keep dancing until the last second, looking into each other’s eyes, feeling the song deepen in your hearts, and you know you’ll be his as forever as he’ll be yours!

¹This anchor thing is something I got from Teen Wolf {the TV show}, I hope you all had understood what I meant by that :o) (Though in the series, we learn that we must be our own anchor, in this situation, Ed being her anchor doesn’t mean the reader is not capable of taking care of herself, he’s there to support her like he’s stressed all the time! I’d have written “half anchor” there, but that wasn’t the moment, the reader was enjoying her dance and finally believing she was enough for our Ed and I didn’t want that scene to be too much heavy/serious. It’s just a couple enjoying each other after so long apart; as the reader “discovering herself as a beautiful and worthy person) Be your own anchor, people!

Sorry for the long note again!!

A/N: Hey people, good morning(?) (it’s almost 1 and a half am in Brazil)! Let me know what you are your thoughts about this first chapter. Should I write the second one? I’m so anxious to know your opinion 'cause it was really special, for me, to write about our Teddy! And I’m a little unsure if I’ve done it correctly. I wanted to "make” him kind of mixed by two things: °the way I think/imagine he’s most of the time; °and the way he shows himself to everyone (by what I have seen during interviews and gigs, by his lyrics and etc)

Also, the story/series name is Guiding Light just because I was watching Ed’s gig in the Roundhouse (2014) and I reminded myself how much I f* love this song, then I had the idea of the dancing scene, and I needed a song played/or not by Ed, that didn’t have a direct connection with his ex-girlfriends, but at the same time, could be a parallel to Perfect (which is part of the chapter name anyways :).

So… this song just perfectly matched what I was looking for, and I hope it makes sense to you! (I’m terrible in making up titles and all). I think I explained a lot of what’s on my mind in these notes, I’m very sorry if it was boring for you. If you think this is unnecessary, please, let me know, and I will reduce them! But I think it is important to stress some things when we write.

I also need to know if you think I should keep the Some Considerations section in every chapter or only in the first one! About the next chapter: It took about 5 days for me to write the story completely, + 1 (today) to add some details and other stuff, so, it’s probably the time I’ll take to write the next one, as well. But, I won’t be home from this Friday to Sunday, so, if I count six days from the days I’ll be available to write, I’ll probably post the next chapter on the next week, Friday, September 6th! (it can be before or after it).

Leave me your questions, comments and anything else you want in my inbox! Follow me, as well, if you want! My twitter account, if you want to follow me there too: @maripattinson_ (it’s in Portuguese, but everything related to imagines is posted in English!).

Sorry for any misspelled words, I’ve done my best to correct everything I could find during my readings!

Thank you for your support!

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