#I don’t give a fuck until the parades & the bonfires end

[burnitalldownism]

If the police don’t mention which side did it…it was the Unionist colonisers.

You can rebrand the RUC as the PSNI, but they’re still a bunch of Imperialist wankers.

#ireland #northern ireland #psni #ruc #sectarianism #I don’t give a fuck until the parades & the bonfires end

[theoreticslut]

Summer Lovin’ // Part 2

part 1  / morning after

pairing: fred weasley x reader 

 requested: yes - by so many of you!! 

word count: 3.1k

warnings: 18+ SMUT, degradation, teasing, swearing, hint of thigh riding

A/N: Y’ALL WANTED A PART 2 SO YOU GOT A PART 2 & IT IS HOT AF! Like seriously, I didn’t even know I could write anything like this. So please, please, please leave comments/reblog/etc etc. I hope I have fulfilled all your fantasies with this part 2 because god damn is it s p i c y *chef’s kiss*

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Fred smiles to himself as he walks down the stairs, having sent you up to percy’s room to wait for him. He can’t quite believe what just happened but Merlin is he happy it did. He’s wanted nothing more for a good year now, if not longer.

He makes his way back out to the bonfire and his friends and siblings sitting around it. He can’t help but smirk knowing that they have no idea what just happened in the bathroom.

Fred takes his place next to George who shoots him a smile before looking around in confusion.

“Where’s y/n?” He asks, leaning into Fred.

“She’s getting a migraine. I told her to go lie down and that I’d be up to check on her in a few minutes.” He replies, smiling as his brother nods.

Fred knows you’re going to hate him when he does finally make his way up, but he quite enjoys making you wait. He only hopes you’re being good and obeying his wishes.

~.~

You groan out as you sit there in percy’s bed waiting for Fred to come back up. He said he’d be right back, didn’t he?

The little shit is probably trying to tease you and you hate to admit that it’s working. You are so bloody needy for him that you’re literally squirming. He just had to fucking tease you there in the bathroom and then leave you.

You huff out, whining as you try to find any sort of friction. You want to be a good girl and not touch yourself, but as each minute drags by you’re finding it to be more difficult.

“Fuck you, Freddie.” You whine, squeezing your thighs together and throwing you’re head back as you want nothing more than to feel him inside you again.

“That’s not very nice, princess.” He chuckles, smirking at you as he closes the door, making sure to lock it and cast a silencing charm just in case.

“What took you so long?” You pout, watching his every move and shivering in anticipation as he makes his way over to you.

“Well it’d look a little suspicious to disappear right away wouldn’t it, sweetheart. We don’t want to make them wonder, do we?” He chuckles, stopping when he’s standing right in front of you.

You shake your head, whimpering. Godric you wanted him so bad. You needed him.

“Is the little princess needy? She get herself all wet sitting up here thinking of me?” He asks, smirking as you whine, watching as you shake your head.

You wanted to feel him more than anything but you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction of knowing that.

“No? Well that surprises me.” He chuckles, pushing your knees apart so you couldn’t get any more friction unless he gave it to you.

“Freddie!” You gasp, it turning into a moan as he slides his knee against you.

“You like that, baby? You want me to touch you? Want me to make you feel good?”

“Freddie...”

“What, princess? What do you want me to do?” He smirks.

God he loves having you a whiny mess. It was certainly hot to see you take control, and is definitely something he’d like to do again, but all he’s dreamed about since he realized he liked you is to have you whining for him, begging him to do something.

“Kiss me, please. Touch me.” You beg, your head rolling backwards as he presses his knee against you.

“Anything you want, love.” He smiles, leaning down to catch your lips with his.

He smiles into the kiss, loving the feel of your lips against his. They’re so soft and plump, he knows he could get lost kissing them if he wanted to.

Slowly he pushes you back on the bed, gently climbing on top of you as he continues kissing your wondrous lips. You moan into the kiss, loving the feeling. You never thought you’d get to kiss your best friend, but it’s everything you’ve dreamed of and more.

“Fred,” you gasp breathily as he moves his hands up under your hoodie, resting on your waist.

“Yes, princess?”

“I love you.”

He smiles, catching your lips with his again as he feels himself relax. He’s more than ready to please you, but hearing you say those three words makes him melt. He’s wrapped around your finger and he doesn’t care one little bit.

“I love you too.”

You sigh, calming down a bit as he massages your hips, trailing warm, soft kisses down to your neck.

“Tell me what you’ve thought about me, Freddie. Please?” You beg, whining as he removes his lips from your skin, drawing up a smirk on his lips.

“You want to hear how hard you make me?” He teases, an eyebrow quirking at you.

You nod, begging him with your eyes as you watch him for his reaction. He smiles, leaning down to kiss you as he trails his hands up your sides.

“You’re just so beautiful, y/n. It’s hard not to find you attractive. You know how to flatter yourself without even trying.”

“Yeah? How so, Fred?”

“Those swimsuits you wear....godric they’re magnificent. The one you wore today especially. Do you like to parade around with your ass hanging out, darling? Do you try to tease me?”

You can’t help but whimper as Fred grabs ahold of your legs, separating them once more as he fits himself between you, not letting you get any pressure aside from his hips pressing into you.

“N-no.” You whine, wanting Fred to touch you or grind against you. Just something.

“No? Oh, I know you don’t try to, darling, but you look absolutely divine in them.”

“Not to mention your shorts you like to wear, princess. You just love to highlight your ass don’t you?” He chuckles, grabbing a handful of your ass cheeks as he lays on top of you.

You squirm, feeling yourself getting wetter at his words. You were already so turned on and now he’s just teasing you. It’s so unfair, you can’t help but whine.

“I love your ass so much, princess. I want to be able to hold it whenever I want. And your chest. Merlin, sweetheart, I go crazy whenever you wear your pajamas. You wanna know why?”

“Why, Freddie?” You whimper.

“Because your shirts are so bloody thin. I can’t think about anything else except what you look like underneath them. I nearly came in my pants the first time your nipples pressed through. Godric, I wanted to latch onto them right then and there, princess.”

You let out a particularly loud groan as he recounts this, your hips attempting to buck up. You want nothing more than for him to attach his lips to you. You’ve only been thinking about how bloody attractive he is and how much you’d love for him to take you for at least two years now.

“You like that idea?” He laughs, dragging his hands up your sides again, this time reaching for your chest. He’s yet to have a chance to hold them.

“Bloody hell, princess.” Fred groans, grabbing at your bare breasts under your hoodie. “Didn’t feel like wearing a bra I see.”

You whine, trying to buck your hips up into him once again only to have him tut at you.

“My pretty girl is so needy, aren’t you, y/n?” Fred teases, pushing his hips down into yours to keep you still as he massages your chest.

“Freddie, please. Please.” You beg, nearly wanting to cry at how turned on you were.

You just want his dick inside you again, his hands feeling your body as he makes you cum.

“So needy, princess.” Fred chuckles, kissing your neck a few times before pulling himself away to remove your hoodie.

He smiles as he admires your chest, finally getting to see it for the first time. He can’t help but let out a groan as he commits this view to memory. Almost in a trance, he leans down and sucks at the place where your neck and shoulder meet before trailing his lips down across your collarbones and then to the tops of your breasts before finally attaching to your nipples.

“Freddie,” you gasp, letting out a soft moan as he pays ample attention to your breasts.

Moaning in response, he circles his tongue around your nipple once more before sucking it into his mouth as he pulls away so when he releases, it makes a small ‘popping’ sound.

“Oh, Godric.” You moan as he works on your other breast, making sure both are equally attended to.

“So pretty, y/n. So so pretty.” Fred mumbles against your skin as his lips trail down your stomach, the knot that’s been building only tightening.

“Freddie,” you breathe out, “please do something.”

“Patience, princess.” He smiles, kissing just below your belly button.

He’s loving all the sounds falling from your lips; your breathless pants, your needy moans, your whines and whimpers and content sighs. He loves all of it, only loving it more when he remembers that he’s the one drawing them out of you.

You whine, feeling him lift himself up from you so he can unbutton and remove your shorts. This isn’t fair. You helped him out with very little teasing, why is he drawing this out for you?

Sure it feels heavenly, but you’re just so damn needy. You need him to touch you. You need to feel him inside you, whether it’s his dick, his fingers, or even his tongue. You just need him inside you.

Maybe next time you will have to get him a taste of his own medicine. Oh how you would love to hear him whine and moan for you, begging for you to please him.

You go to close your knees as a wave pleasure runs through you at the thought, but Fred is quick to hold them down.

“Be a good girl, y/n. We’re so close to what you want. You don’t want me to have to stop do you?”

“No.” You whimper, looking up at him with big, pleading eyes and a pout.

“Merlin, you’re stunning.” He smiles, pressing a soft kiss to your lips before focusing his attention back on your bottoms.

Within seconds he’s got the button and zipper undone and he’s pulling them, along with your underwear, down your legs. You whine as the action lets cool air hit your folds.

“Freddie!”

“Sensitive, baby? It’s no wonder. You’re so fucking wet for me.” He smirks, trailing a finger through your folds.

You whine, your hips bucking up at the contact. You want him. Scratch that, you need him and he’s still being a bloody tease.

“Fred, please. Need you so bad.”

He smiles, leaning down to lick at your clit, gently holding your legs open for him as he eats you out.

“Freddie, want your cock. Please.” You cry, not able to contain it anymore.

“Who knew my best friend was so desperate. And for my cock no less. I love it, baby. Tell me what you want.”

You huff out, your back arching against the bed. Fred smirks, leaning back so he’s sitting on his knees. He loves seeing you so desperate and needy, and all because of him. No lie it gives him such an ego boost knowing that he and he alone can get you like this.

You heave out a breath as you become impatient. Before Fred can realize what’s happening, you’re sat up and kissing him as you paw at his body, trying to remove his shirt and pants as quickly as possible.

“Godric, baby.” He chuckles, taking the hint and removing his shirt.

He stops just as he gets it over his head when he hears you let out a particularly loud moan. Looking down at you he sees you leaning back, eyes shut tight as your head is thrown back.

Trying to figure out what happened, he grabs ahold of your waist, pulling you up into his bare chest.

“You alright, princess? What happened?”

He stares, heart racing in nervousness as you fail to answer. Instead a trail of soft, deep moans leaving your throat. He’s thoroughly confused until he feels a cold spot on his leg.

Looking down he can’t help the smirk that grows on his face and the shiver that runs straight to his cock. When he had gone to remove his shirt, you and him must have moved in just the right way for your clit to rub against his clothed thigh. It must have felt amazing, too, looking at the moan you had let out and how you’re still trying to rub against his thigh.

“Oh for merlin’s sake.” He groans, pushing you off his thigh as he quickly unbuttons his trousers and removes them, leaving the both of you completely naked for each other.

“You ready, princess?”

You nod, whining as his cock drags through your folds. You couldn’t form words even if you wanted to at this point.

“Princess, I gotta hear your words.”

“Yes, Freddie. For fucks sake, please.” You cry.

He smiles, sliding himself inside you. He loves the sound you let out; something between a high-pitched moan and a sigh.

He can’t help but grunt out as you almost immediately clench around him. This is so so much better than what he’s been imagining for a year now.

You can’t control the sounds falling from your lips anymore. You’re in such bliss. Sure it felt amazing riding Fred, but having him fuck you? You’re pretty sure this is the closest thing to heaven you’ve experienced yet.

You can feel every movement of his. You can feel every inch of him as he moves and you can feel him hitting the very insides of you. You can feel his grip on your hip as he hovers over you. It’s all so intoxicating and you’re nearing you climax faster than you ever have.

“Freddie, I-I’m so close.”

He nods, being able to feel the clenching of your walls as he thrusts.

“It’s alright, princess. You can cum. Cum all over me as I fuck you. Show your best friend who you belong to.”

“Oh fuck, Freddie.” You whine, walls clenching at his words. As much as you would love to be more than friends with him, you have to admit how hot it is to hear him utter the words to you in a sexual context.

“That’s it, darling. Just like that. I know you’re close, sweetheart.”

You whimper as you feel yourself hitting you’re peak but not quite falling yet.

“Fr-eddie.” You cry, wanting to cum so bad.

“It’s alright, baby. I know. Let’s try this, yeah?” He asks, lifting one of your legs and wrapping it around his waist.

“Oh fuck.”

“That feel good? You think you can cum for me? I know how much you want to for your best friend, darling. You wanna cover me in your cum so bad.”

You whine, your thighs clenching as he talks. Who knew you liked things to be so inappropriate?

“Cum for me, princess. Show me how good I make you feel.” Fred coaxes, snapping his hips faster into you as he brings a hand down to rub your clit.

Before you can register it, you’ve reached your high and are coming all around his cock. You just barely hear him praising you as everything is muffled in the height of your climax.

“Ah fuck, fuck fuck fuck.” He groans as you feel him release inside you, slowly pulling himself out of you and lay down beside you when he’s done.

For a few minutes the both of you just lay there, trying to catch your breath and make sense of what just happened. Obviously this changes things, but to what? Were you two...dating now? Or were you just going to be someone you could each go to for a fuck when needed?

“Y/n, I swear to Merlin. Stop thinking so much.” Fred chuckles, wrapping his arms around you as his chest presses against your back.

“I can’t help it, Fred. You know this.” You sigh, burying your face into the pillows to avoid looking at him.

Why you were embarrassed now, after he just fucked your soul out of your body you have no idea.

“Hey. It’s nothing to hide over. Come on, look at me please?”

Slowly you unbury your head, turning around in his arms so your breasts are nearly pressed into his chest.

“I love you.”

“Really? Like it’s not just the post orgasmic bliss talking?” You question, not quite believing that someone like your best friend, Fred Weasley, would like you, let alone love you.

“Maybe a little bit.” He chuckles.

You roll your eyes, trying to hide the frown that takes ahold of your lips.

“Hey, I’m kidding, y/n. I do really really love you. And I’m not just saying that because we had sex.”

“You promise?”

“I promise. Cross my heart.” He smiles as he watches his words bring a smile to your lips and a blush to your cheeks.

He is so in love with you. To him, you are anything and everything he could ever want from life. There’s nothing in this world he wouldn’t do for you.

“So what does this mean for us, Freddie?”

You watch him as he watches you fidget in his arms nervously. He smiles, placing a soft kiss to your forehead, your eyes closing as you savour the feeling of it.

What would you say to being my girlfriend if I were to ask?”

You think about it for a few seconds as he continues watching you. You smirk, his expression changing to one of confusion.

“I don’t know. You’d have to ask and find out.” You tease, giggling as he shakes his head, smiling at you.

“Oh you little-“

You quirk an eyebrow at him as he smiles wider.

“I knew there was a reason why I fell in love with you. You’re just as cheeky as George and I. More so some days”

“Yeah? Well where does that leave us?”

You’re waiting for him to ask you, but he keeps going around the topic.

“Godric, I love you. Will you be my girlfriend, y/n?”

“I’d love to.”

He smiles, pulling you into a kiss as he wraps his arms tighter around you.

“Well let’s go get ourselves cleaned up, princess.” He mumbles after a few minutes. “Hopefully everyone is still outside. Then we can go cuddle in my bed, yeah?”

You nod, smiling at the idea. You weren’t honestly sure if your had the strength to move yet, but as long as you were with Fred you didn’t think it would make a difference. After years of pining for him, you were finally his and he was yours. There’s nothing that could spoil this moment for you.

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Morning After

#harry potter #harry potter imagine #fred weasley #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley smut #fred weasley imagine #hp character x reader #hp smut #hp fanfic #hp imagine

[aviss]

a year-in-review meme - for writers!

I thought up this writing meme for fic writers who might have been staring at the artists having their lovely and well-deserved collages of their work through the year - and wanted to join in the fun! also this works as a great reminder for those of you (and me) who’ve been thinking that they haven’t been writing as much as they want to, and allows you to go back to enjoy your old fic ;D

Rules: pick your favourite sentence from a work you posted / wrote during a month of 2020! if you didn’t write anything in any particular month, don’t worry! tell us what you were doing or use it as free space for runner-up sentences. after that, tag 8 people or more to do the meme!

I was tagged by the lovely @ladyxxdaydream​ so here is mine:

January:

Matchmaker - Kakashi/Iruka - I just love soft, established relationship for these two. Especially when they have a mischievous side.

On the way back to the living room, Kakashi grabbed him by the waist and pulled until Iruka was wedged between his legs and the table. "Are we going to tell him?" he questioned with a mischievous smile. He moved his hands to cup Iruka's ass, food apparently forgotten, and pressed his face against Iruka's stomach.

"Eventually. We can tease him a bit first."

Iruka felt the vibrations of Kakashi's chuckle against his abs, the warmth of his breath and the fingers pressing just barely on the cleft of his ass incredibly arousing. "You're evil," Kakashi said, approving. "I knew there was a reason I loved you."

"I thought it was because of my ass."

February:

Westeros Most Haunted - Jaime/Brienne - What can I say, I love horror stories. 

They walked as quick as the darkness permitted, running there was as bad an idea as staying still, and clutched each other's hands. "This is the last time I'm filming without a full crew," she said, and as soon as she spoke there a single note began to play, softly at first but gaining volume the same as the noise had before.

She liked it even less than she had the noise.

Jaime's hand squeezed hers hard enough to hurt but she didn't complain. "Oh fuck," was all he said when a second note and then a third followed, then he was moving faster and pulling Brienne with him. "Run, Brienne, run!"

She did, she knew what song was beginning to play and she knew the doors would close when it did.

They didn't want to be trapped on this side of the door.

March:

Ghost in the Machine - Jaime/Brienne - WestWorld AU, because they made it too easy for me to go there.

"There is a war coming," Maeve said. Jaime wasn't surprised. There was always a war, somehow. That thing in Westworld the man had been talking about, the fear in his voice when he had spoken about it that Jaime had ignored at the time. "And I can't fight it on my own."

"Why me?" There had been so many like him, so many other hosts. Jaime knew about war, but only in his little place, in this little fantasy world someone had written for them.

Maeve could have chosen anyone to fight with her.

"Because you are like me, you fought your programing to get back to her the same way I always tried to get back to my daughter. If they hadn't closed this park, you would have eventually got there on your own, I just got you there faster." She handed him the tablet.

April:

D-Rank mission scrolls - Kakashi/Iruka - Iruka in sexy lady clothing, enough said.

Iruka thought about his options; he could run back home and hide under the bed, pack his belongings and flee the village in the middle of the night. Naruto would miss him but he'd always thought he'd make a pretty good missing-nin, though they'd probably send Kakashi after him and he'd die of embarrassment without even giving him a fight. He could also pretend there was nothing out of the ordinary with his attire, as if academy teachers usually dressed in sexy female clothes, apologize to Kakashi and knock on the next door, hoping this time it was Raidou's house. He could also murder Kotetsu for having such appalling penmanship, and the rest of his friends for not being where they should have been.

May:

In Vino Veritas - Kakashi/Iruka - Another of my favourite tropes, second chances

"I almost proposed, once upon a time." He downed his glass and refilled it, using the last of the second jar and signalling for a third. He was feeling the effects of the drink, his tongue loosening, but he didn't mind. Not if it was with Iruka.

Iruka's eyes sharpened on him. "You did? To whom?" There was something in his voice, curiosity and sadness and maybe some jealousy. It was that what made Kakashi think, fuck it, and throw open the can.

"To you."

Iruka closed his eyes as if in pain and downed his glass, refilling it and downing it again.

"I would have said yes." It was Kakashi's turn to drink to ease the lump in his throat. "Do you remember why we broke up?" he finally asked, as if the sake had given him the courage he needed for the question.

June:

The House on the side of the Road - Kakashi/Iruka - again, horror story. Tooke me over four years to finish, but it was worth it.

It was raining. Again.

It was the thing Kakashi hated the most about autumn. The rain, and the chill that settled in the air and made people's mood turn foul, and the fact that Umino Iruka had disappeared on a day not unlike this one, windy and chilly and rainy.

It had been a year since Iruka had failed to return from his mission, practically vanishing into thin air on the road between Ame and Konoha. That same road Kakashi was travelling through now. Kakashi could still remember everything about the day Iruka had been declared MIA, the search party that had been sent to Ame to look for either him or his body. They had returned empty-handed, shaking their heads and declaring Iruka had just vanished into thin air. Without a body, without proof of any attack on him, Iruka couldn't be declared dead. The conclusion, one that didn't sit well with anyone who had ever known him, was that he had deflected, gone rogue.

July:

This Above All - Jaime/Brienne - Jaime coming out as genderfluid with his own parade

That's not the main thing, though. Seeing it like that, hearing the same things Cersei used to tell him growing up has done for Jaime what years of therapy have not managed. He's spent years and thousands of dragons coming to grips with the fact that he's not a freak for feeling sometimes like a woman and wanting soft things for himself, but he hadn't yet found the resolve to take the last step to be fully himself in public and bring the wrath of Tywin over his head.

Now he's angry enough at the treatment of his nephew to get the heir of the Lannister empire, at least until Tywin sees this, on the front page of all magazines dressed as a woman on the pride parade. He has a plan, he's kind of constructed his career around this moment without acknowledging he was doing it, has put the money his mother let him towards his own architecture studio and other small-time investments. Small-time for a Lannister but enough that he doesn't have to fear being left without resources. And neither does his cousin.

Jaime's also contacted an old friend and knows there is a place in the Martell float for him, ensuring maximum visibility because Jaime can do nothing by halves; if he's going to set his life on fire, he wants a bonfire the Seven can see from the heavens.

August:

Just as Sweet (just as thorny) - Jaime/Brienne - Secret identities, second chances, competency kink. It has all my faves

Jaime shouldn't be doing this.

He's going to be fired or punched, more than likely both. It will be no less than he deserves, he's broken the one rule of his department and he was already on shaky ground with Selmy after the whole Baratheon operation fuckup. If this gets back to him, and he doesn't fool himself that it won't, Jaime's as good as out of a job and not even his family name can save him this time. At the very least he'll be reassigned to the fucking Wall unit, something Selmy has been threatening to do for years when Jaime becomes especially obnoxious.

He looks at Brienne, her blue eyes wide and filling with tears, her entire posture radiating hurt and shock and anger and he couldn't care less. If she forgives him and gives him another chance, Jaime will present his resignation himself.

"Jay?" Brienne asks, her voice lost in the din of the club but he's seen her mouth shape that name enough times he can hear her voice in his head, down to the break at the end.

He leans forward again. "Jaime, my name is Jaime."

That's when she punches him.

September:

Skin Deep - Jaime/Brienne - Brienne owns a strip club asn it’s the most oblivious person on earth.

"She shook my hand," Jaime moans into his drink while Pia and Hilda laugh at him. It's Brienne day off and Jaime is there, sitting in her club surrounded by her employees and friends and missing her. Maybe she's really not interested, though he's seen her looking and there have been times when she was blushing and looking at his mouth, that Jaime was convinced he could just lean forward and kiss her and she'd kiss back, then those moments pass and he's back to wondering if he really is so out of practice flirting that she's not realized yet. If she wasn't interested she would just reject his advances, wouldn't she? "You all suck as wingmen and Brienne is the most oblivious person on earth. What do I have to do, dance naked in front of her so she realizes I want her!"

He groans into his drink when he sees the look Pia and Hilda exchange. "That's an excellent idea, Jaime. Roz! Satin! Come here!"

Jaime looks from one to the other and shakes his head vehemently. "No way. I am not doing that."

Famous last words.

October:

Hollow - Jaime/Brienne - The FMA AU I am not writing (and I keep not writing). This one is not posted because it insists on being a multichapter and I refuseto post it until I have at least another chapter done.

"Another fool," a voice says, low and all encompassing, and Jaime turns in the direction it came from to find nothing but a vague shape of a person, almost like a cutout of lines in the whiteness except for deep red eyes and the biggest ruby ever where its throat should be. "Who are you looking for, fool? Lover or family?"

Jaime narrows his eyes at the speaker. "Neither," he says, because Brienne is almost one of those things, but he's never had the courage to examine which one. "Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter, I've had many names since the beginning of time. I'm the World, and The Flames, and Truth, and Magic and Alchemy. I'm Everything and I am Nothing. " The eyes move past Jaime's shoulder and he turns to look, where there was nothing before now a huge door wreathed in flames stands. "And you, fool, are about to learn all I know."

November:

The Drowned Heart - Jaime/Brienne - an Old Guard AU where I make them suffer a lot. 

Brienne pushes herself up on her elbows to see him better. "Will I see you again?" she asks instead of asking him to stay.

"Of course you will, wench, I don't think I can stay away from you forever." He looks at her with some chagrin. "I might kill you again when I do."

"I don't mind," Brienne says, it's the truth. "As long as you kiss me again when I come back."

Jaime closes the distance between them in two quick strides and kneels next to her, hands tangling on her head as he presses their lips together. This kiss is the kind she remembers, the kind they have shared a million times just because they could. It's gentle and sweet, a slow exploration of her mouth, his tongue probing and teasing, and so very arousing. He kisses her, and kisses her until they both run out of breath, and then puts their foreheads together and the look in his eyes is so full of love she wants to cry again.

"I will always kiss you again."

December:

The Prodigal Son - Jaime/Brienne - A view of a good future through the eyes of an outsider. 

Spring had finally come to the Westerlands after the longest and harshest winter in memory, something Celys had not been sure they would live to see. The realm had been ravaged by war and cold and famine, too many people had died during that time, and even those living in Lannisport and the small towns surrounding Casterly Rock had felt the bite of hunger, something not even the Lannister gold had been able to keep at bay.

Now the snow had melted and the sun warmed them again, a new crop had been planted and there was a new Targaryen King in King's Landing, one with the blood of the dragons but raised as a northerner, and the Lord of Casterly Rock was his Hand.

And tagging @albatrossisland @ddagent @sdwolfpup @nire-the-mithridatist @scoundrels-in-love @wildlingoftarth @slipsthrufingers @angel-deux-writes and whoever else wants to do it!

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Locked Out

This prompt was requested from here

Enjoy this cute lil' thing, which turned out way longer than expected. A little bit of a dominant Harry at the end... I couldn't help myself. Enjoy!

32. I locked the keys in the car.

This was not how you had planned your day, at all. It had started of great; you had pretty much finished your Christmas shopping for the year and had done it before the crowds hit. But through the whole shopping trip you had a feeling in the pit of your stomach that you had forgotten something. And it became evident what that was when you were walking back to your car, searching through your handbag, all while trying to juggle the many shopping bags.

Your car keys.

You couldn’t seem to get your hands on them as your hand felt around every corner of the bag, all you could find feel were little bits of loose paper and crumbs that got stuck in your nails. When you got to the pavement you put your bags down to have proper search through but they simply were gone.

“Fuck” You uttered it under your breath, and had a quick search around the car hoping you had just dropped them getting out. But once again, you were left disappointed.

No, no, no. You couldn’t have…. Not again.

You quickly stood and cupped your hands against the passenger window and looked in. Sure enough, there right in the open, laying innocently on your passenger seat, were the keys. They were adorned by a key ring Harry had picked up on one of the stops when he was touring.

Your shoulders sagged and hit the passenger window as you remembered what had gotten you so distracted. You had put down your keys to rummage through your bag, just as you had minutes ago, to check your phone. Just as you were about to grab them and get out, the phone still in your hand, rang and you answered to greet Harry, distracting you from your keys.

“Fucking hell.” You turned to lean against your car knowing you would never hear the end of this from Harry. This was the second time you had made this mistake; you counted yourself lucky you had taken your car this morning and it wasn’t Harry’s like last time. Boy, he was not happy.

You pouted as you made the call to him, reposition your bags so they were right at your feet. You know your luck was too good today; short lines, kind servers, cheap prices. This was the rain on your parade; the piss on your bonfire.

“Hello? Y/N?” Your thoughts had distracted you from the phone call and you were quick to focus your attention back to the current problem. Asking for his help. You cleared your throat quickly and gulped.

“Um, hi, babe. How are you?” You cringed at the guiltiness in your voice. He wasn’t stupid and he knew you too well to think you would call randomly in the middle of the day just to ask how he was feeling.

“Alright, what’s happened?” You could imagine the expression on his face, how he would probably have an accusing hand on his hip, despite you not actually standing in front of him. You let out a timid groan and squeezed your eyes shut briefly.

“Well…I’ve kinda got myself in a situation.” Your voice dragged and you could picture him getting impatient.

“Are you okay? Where are yeh?” You felt bad that his voice had a layering of concern and worry. But you couldn’t find the words to tell him.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine, Harry.” You rushed them out to assure him and you were sure you heard a sigh of relief. You heard him shuffling, assuming he was looking for privacy and when you heard a door shut, you started talking again. “I’m in town, doing some shopping yeh know. And I jus’ need a lift home.”

“Why do yeh need a lift home? How’d yeh get there?” Confusion evident in his voice.

“My car.” You swerved the first question, and answered simply the last. You tried to lace innocence in your voice but he wouldn’t buy it.

“Jus’ spit it out, Y/N. What’s happened? Was it stolen? ‘Coz it wouldn’t be your fault.” Oh but it so would be your fault. You were gone hours; if someone spotted your keys, it wouldn’t take much to smash the window and leave, along with the pretty keyring.

“Um, well. The thing is, I locked the keys in the car.” You rushed your confession hoping maybe, just maybe, he wouldn’t understand and would come pick you up and never question you about it again. But since it was you, the world just wouldn’t do the one favour and when you heard him curse you flinched.

“Again? Are yeh bein’ serious, or are yeh messin' round?” Your face scrunched up, however there wasn’t anger in his voice, just disbelief. You kicked a rock lying at your feet and waited it out to see if he had anything else to say, but you realized he wanted an answer to his question.

“Why would I be jokin’ bout this? Just, can you come get me? If you’re not busy, that is. I just spent most of my money on presents and a taxi would be expensive from here.” You had a whine in your voice that made you sound like a teenager, but your feet were hurting and you were flat out embarrassed and you wanted nothing more than to go home.

He let out a light sigh before answering. “Yeah, okay. I’ll come get yeh, love. Jus’ text me the address. Be there as quick as I can.”

You stood up from the pavement, were you had sat sulking with your head resting on your palm, when he pulled up next to your car. You had parked on a secluded street when you arrived, knowing you wouldn’t find a parking space, so there was no risk of him being seen.

You twiddled your thumbs as he stepped out the car; would he be angry? You didn’t know what he was doing prior to your phone call, but you hoped you hadn’t pulled him from something important.

He paced over to you and you took in his outfit; your favourite shirt**. He was chewing gum, as always, and you were suddenly wishing he was wearing sunglasses to conceal the penetrating graze aimed at you.

“Afternoon, love.” He pecked your cheek and then pulled away to take in the bags and your stationary car. You were disappointed that he didn’t greet you with a proper kiss, and he must of sensed it because he angled your chin back up to give you a kiss smack dab on the lips.

“M’sorry, should have been more careful.” You muttered, feeling sheepish all of a sudden. “However, it was kind of your fault.” You diverted your eyes to the ground, were you assessed his boots; they looked new.

His face twisted up in confusion, looking down at you wonderingly. “How so?”

“Well, it was your phone call that distracted me. Can’t help your voice does things to me.” You were trying to lighten him up, his neutral expression put you on edge. He took the bait, a one-sided smile graced his face and you answered with a smile of your own.

He gave you a little wink, making you giggle, before bending down to pick up all the bags he could manage while popping the boot with his key. It caught the light, and it was as if it were taunting you. Wasn’t so hard for him to remember me.

“You get in, love. I’ll get these.” He tilted his head to the bags and he passed you your handbag, before guiding you to the passenger door, but you stayed put.

“What about my car?” You looked longingly at the vehicle, shame filling you at what you had done to such a beautiful thing. “Can’t just leave it here.”

“I’ve got it covered, alright. Just get in.” He was still loading bags in; you bought a lot of stuff.

“What if it gets stolen? I mean, I was lucky for it to still be here when I got back, but you know, this is about the time the thieves come out.” You stated in duh tone. Your hand was on your hip which was jutted out as you looked between your boyfriend. He shook his head slightly as he chuckled and slammed the boot closed before turning to you.

“The guy I called will be here any minute to get yeh keys an’ then he’ll deliver them straight home himself. Your car is fine here until morning. Look,” He pointed to a security camera positioned to look down at the road. “that’ll catch anyone who dares. Now get yeh cute ass in.”

Once you were both seated in his warm car, you looked over at him, finding him texting away on his phone. You reached out to squeeze his thigh which made him look your way, were you sat with a loving smile on your face.

“Thank you, baby. You’re my hero.” You giggled and looked upwards for a minute. Harry was smiling at you, his phone tucked away.

“Mmm, count yeh self lucky. Don’t just do this for anyone, yeh know.” He leaned closer, resting his elbow on the middle console. “Just don’t let it happen a third time, or I’ll have to take serious disciplinary action.”

Your cheeks flushed and you crossed your legs. His gaze trailed down to where your thighs pressed together and gave you a knowing smile.

“I understand that completely, sir.” His eyes darkened and it was your turn to give the knowing smile. He dropped his head and let out a breathy laugh before looking up, giving your thigh a slap and sitting up straight. There was still a gleam in his eye as he gave you a side look while starting the car.

As you pulled away, you noticed a van pull behind yours and as a man jumped out to inspect your car, it was obvious it was the man Harry had called for. You drove home, hands intertwined as you thought up ways you could get some ‘discipline’ in the near future.

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