#THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE PROMPT

[smoosey]

My one word:

selfless

"Maybe the Council could send someone else," Cody suggests quietly, his dark eyes concerned, "You're barely recovered from your last solo mission, and we have a campaign to plan. Surely it would be reasonable to ask." 

"I asked," Obi-Wan says, "There is no one else." 

Obi-Wan watches Cody accept it, sees his expression go troubled and resigned as he nods. Obi-Wan is needed, with urgency. Lives hang in the balance. Cody understands duty, above all things. 

He really is, Obi-Wan reflects, a good man. A good man who loves him. Obi-Wan feels it like a knife in his gut. He has a bad feeling about this mission, and any words of comfort or farewell he might have to offer feel woefully inadequate when he can feel the way Cody's tender devotion shines steady and bright and precious and rare.

Still, Cody is going to let him go.

"Look after the men while I'm gone, Commander," Obi-Wan says finally, "And be safe."

Be safe, be safe. It beats in his chest like a prayer.

"I will," Cody says with a fond half-smile, but his eyes are sad. "Keep yourself alive, for me."

Obi-Wan wants to go to him again. He wants to kiss the corners of his eyes where he tucks his sadness, and run his fingers through his short curls, and feed him honeyed bread from his own hands. He wants to fold himself up into the steady light of this man's heart, and be held there. He wants to stay. He wants to love him the way he deserves. 

But he is a Jedi. And there is no one else.

He walks out the door. He knows he takes Cody's whole heart with him.

#DEFINITELY NOT SIX SENTENCES SORRY #this one turned out angstier than i intended 💔 #thank you so much for the prompt #burningfieldof-clover #ask prompt #six sentence sunday #codywan #smoosey writing

[noodyl-blasstal]

For the prompts - 14 with the twins mayhaps? (I love your writing so much)

Thank you so much for this, you're so kind and I'm really glad you enjoy!

Prompt 14 is: You drive me insane. Obviously I would go to hell for you. (perfect for the twins)

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“I hate you.”

“I hate you too.” Taako twists another chunk of Lup’s curls up on top of her head.

“I hate you harder.”

“Good. It gives cha’boy strength.”

Lup snaps her teeth at him in the mirror.

Taako doesn’t flinch, just grins back as big and as smug as he can.

“Just stop taking my makeup?” She makes her eyes go wide enough that Taako almost relents.

He doesn’t though, he’s stronger than that, he’s a lifetime veteran of The Lup Look. She shouldn’t use it so often if she wants it to keep its potency. “How else was cha’boy supposed to get this shiny?” Taako wiggles his shimmery shimmery arm.

“By buying your own glitter, Goofus.”

“Uh huh, yeah, sure, no problem, cha’boy’ll start doing that as soon as you start buying your own skirts. Also washing up liquid.”

“I got some!”

“You got the off brand shit.” Taako doesn’t even try to hide his distain.

“It works just as wel…”

“No it fucking doesn’t! We’ve had this conversation, I refuse to believe that you think for a second that it does, you’re smarter than that.” Taako pins another chunk of hair firmly (but gently) in place.

“Aw! You think I’m smart?” Lup bats her eyelashes and gives him the sickliest smile she can manage in the mirror.

“I didn’t say that!” 

“You absolutely did, but fine, we’ll test the Garfield dish stuff sometime.” Lup shrugs nonchalantly, too nonchalantly.

Taako looks her straight in her mirror eyes. “You swapped it!” 

“I didn’t.” Mirror Lup avoids looking back at him.

“Prove it.”

“Prove I did!”

“Taako doesn’t need to prove it, he knows it.”

“Oh, so you decided I did something and that’s it forever? What if I assume you’re going to let me have full control of the TV for the rest of the month?”

“Breaking news, Dingus, you’re not Taako and therefore it doesn’t matter.”

“Cha’girl’s just decided that it works when she decides something’s true too.”

“That’s not how it works!”

“Then how does it work?”

Taako pins the last of her hair into place and adds the pins that make it look like there’s flames springing up from her crown.

“It works.”

“That’s not an answer, Ko.” Lup turns her head a few times, then adds, “...thanks, that looks great.”

“Yeah you do!”

“Flattery won’t get you anywhere.”

“It’s important to boost your confidence, Taako knows it’s tough being the less hot twin.” 

Lup kicks him. Taako isn’t entirely sure how because she’s sat down and he’s behind her and there’s a fucking chair in the way, but she manages it because she’s nothing if not resourceful.

“We have the same face!”

“Sure we do.” 

“You’re the worst.”

“I know you are, you said you are, but what am I?” Taako sticks his tongue out.

“Have I ever told you that I hate you?”

Taako taps his chin thoughtfully. “Hmm… have you, Lup Taaco, my most beloved sister, ever told me, your darling brother, that you hate me? Surely not! Surely you would never hurt cha’boy that way.”

Lup’s eyes narrow and Taako surreptitiously double checks where the nearest exit is. He can hurdle the costuming tables no problem. Sure, it’d take a while for Lucretia to forgive him if he fucked up her system, but life or death…

“Twintentional Destruction! It’s go time in 60 seconds!” Ren shouts through the door.

“We’re gonna crush ‘em.” Lup jumps out of the chair, there’s no ounce of doubt in her voice, it’s just fact.

“Natch.” Taako shrugs. “We’re unstoppable.”

“Do you wanna do the piggyback, or should I?”

“You can get on my back this time. You had that cool pose we practised.”

“Hell yeah! They’re not gonna know what hit ‘em.”

“What hit ‘em’ll be you. Clotheslining them from my back.”

“Fine, they might know…”

“But if we’re really quick…” Taako adds

“Then they might at least be slightly confused.”

“Do you know anything about these guys?” 

Taako had meant to, you know, do some kind of google or ask literally anyone for any information, but time happened and then the fight was today. He’d figure it out once he got out there.

Lup skrunkles up her nose in thought as they walk towards the staging area. “Nah. I think one of them was called Bluejean or something?”

“I saw some incredible feather cloak on the costume table, but ‘Creesh threatened to put a curse on me if I tried to steal it.”

“Did you try anyway?”

“Look, magic doesn’t exist right? But if it did…”

“If it did then Lucretia would definitely use it to damn your soul forever if you messed up the system.”

“Exactamundo. So you see how it’s not worth finding out if she can or not?”

“Yeah, fair. I’d miss you if she banished you to the depths of super hell.” Lup pats him fondly on the shoulder as they reach their marked entrance spot. Ren nods, holds up both hands to let them know there’s 10 seconds to go.

“I’d miss you too. Now let’s go murder some fresh meat.”

“Denim Man and Feather Boy are going down!”

Lup jumps onto his back and raises a triumphant fist. There’s no way they’re not taking victory tonight.

#Who could these mysterious challengers be? #Taako's gonna get the cloak one way or another #TAZ Balance #Taako #Lup #Sorry this took so long I've been up to my eyeballs in things but I had a lot of fun finally surfacing and getting to play with words! #Thank you so much for the prompt

[keirawantstocry]

Okay in case you want more prompts, I've decided I'm sending in Thomastair hurt/comfort for 9 in your pinned post. ❤️

i am always taking prompts and honestly love receiving them <3

"keep breathing, you're doing great"

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The sky was spinning. Or maybe Thomas was spinning. He wasn’t quite sure at this moment. His breath was coming in short bursts as sharp pains tore through his body. Someone was crouching over him, face shaded by the bright sun. 

“Thomas! Thomas!” his name over and over again. 

“Alastair?” he said weakly. 

“Oh thank the Angel, Tom. Stay with me, stay with me okay? Keep your eyes open, asalam.” 

Another figure quickly joined him and Thomas distantly recognized Cordelia. “Hey Thomas,” she said in her soft yet authoritative voice. “Thank the Angel we were close by. What were you thinking by patrolling by yourself, you know my dear brother wouldn’t know what to do without you.” The cool tip of her stele pressed against his arm as she began to draw healing runes on him. 

Alastair repositioned himself to pull Thomas’s head into his lap, brushing his hair out of his eyes and giving him featherlight kisses on his forehead. “Keep breathing, you're doing great.” 

Thomas laughed breathlessly unsure of whether or not it was over the attention of the wounds. “Thank you dear. But I fear you worry too soon, I am quite fine.” As if to prove his words wrong a shot of pain struck him long and hard, taking the breath out of his lungs. 

Cordelia shook her head at him. “Keep still Tom. These healing runes won’t draw themselves.” 

Thomas complied and relief washed over him as the pain faded. “Thank you both. Truly what would I do without you.” 

#thomastair #thomas lightwood #alastair carstairs #cordelia carstairs #the shadowhuter chronicles #the last hours #thank you so much for the prompt #its not long but i hope you enjoy anyway :)

[absolutebloodychaos]

Omg story requests 👀👀👀👀👀👀, jure is stuck in a tree. Again. What do the others do? Kitty rescue

When I started this I never thought that it would be so long but anyways. Thank you so much @j-restlessgeek for the ask:)

He had never meant to get stuck again. And it wasn’t like this was a regular occurrence for the drummer, he wasn’t getting stuck in trees for fun you know.

But for some reason, Jure Maček was stuck in a tree for the second time in the past month with no-one around to get him out.

This time he wasn’t being prevented from climbing down because of a bull being at the bottom of the ladder. 

There wasn’t even a ladder going into this tree. Or a sturdy little hunting observatory to wait out his time in.

Nope, Jure was stuck, sitting on a branch, waiting for someone to come and find him.

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“Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit. Has anyone seen Jure?” Kris said as he slightly panickedly rushed into the rehearsal space the other members of the band were occupying.

Jan and Nace looked up from where they had been practising together and Nace went over to get Bojan’s attention as he had headphones in and was practically dead to the world.

Kris repeated his question to the singer, although this time with a lot more swearing and in a higher pitch. “I haven’t seen him since this morning” was the answer which he got from the singer. 

This did nothing to calm down the tall guitar player who had started pacing in the middle of the room. 

“I think he went out in his van for a walk in the woods or something, but he should have been back hours ago,” Jan said with a worried look on his face. 

“Where?! What woods? Oh my god, I swear I told him after last time not to just go off on random trips to the woods without someone else. Jesus christ, if he gets hurt I swear I’m going to kill him” Kris practically said in one breath, his hands coming up to start pulling at the longer strands of hair next to his ears.

Nace made his way across the room and gently took the other man’s hands in his to stop Kris from causing any lasting damage to his scalp. 

“He’s going to be fine Krisko, Jure probably just forgot his phone or it ran out of charge. I’m sure we can go out and quickly find him before it gets dark.” This calmed Kris down a bit and they all headed out the door to Jan’s car as he was the one who knew where their drummer had gone.

Bojan spent the car ride distracting Kris from getting too anxious by latching onto him like a sea urchin and before long they had made it to the forest where Jure’s van was parked.

“He shouldn’t be too far from here” Jan said and with that the group set out into the trees to find their missing friend.

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Jure had only gotten stuck in the tree  in the first place because he was looking for his favourite jumper that had been thrown in the air after he was startled by a particularly noisy rabbit that was jumping around the underbrush. 

And if it were any other jumper the drummer would have just left it in the foliage but it was his favourite one that the boys had gotten him for his birthday and he couldn’t bear to part with it.

So, after about three seconds of deliberation and thinking it through (or rather not), the blonde man decided to climb into the tree to rescue the garment. 

Many people had compared Jure to a cat over the years, not only for the fact that his last name was synonymous with the animal, but also for the fact that personality and behaviour wise, he was quite like the fluffy animal.

One trait that he did share with cats was the fact that any tree Jure found a way up, he could never manage to find a way back down again. 

This was admittedly one of the worse traits to share with cats, or at least the least helpful, but as many times as he had tried over the years, Jure had never managed to improve his getting out of trees skills. 

It had to be said though, there were worse things he could be doing on a Sunday afternoon. The view from the tree was gorgeous, the entire forest and surrounding fields could be seen from the branch Jure was perched on, and it was quite a beautiful view.

As the hours went on though, Jure got bored just sitting waiting in the tree. 

Luckily, just as he was starting to ponder if there was a way to jump off the current branch he was sitting on across to a slightly lower branch on the tree next to him and work his way down that way, he started hearing voices coming through the trees.

As the voices of his friends came closer, Jure called out hoping that they would be able to tell the direction of which his voice was coming from.

“Jure, Jure are you up there!” he heard Kris yell from the bottom of the tree. “Yeah, I got stuck again” the blonde said sheepishly, hoping that he wouldn’t be in too much trouble when he got down.

“Okay, I’ll get the ladder” he heard Nace call up before he saw the bassist’s figure go back into the trees in the direction of the car.

After a minute he saw Nace come back and the other’s worked together to get Jure out of the tree.

As soon as he set foot on the ground again he was pulled into a crushing hug by Kris and was soon surrounded by Jan, Nace and Bojan pulling them into a hug too.

“I’m glad we got you back” Bojan whispered and they all stayed like that for a minute before going back to the car.

 “I am never letting you out of my sight again” Kris said but with a loving and relieved smile on his face and Jure had never felt more safe in his life.

#my first ask fic so i hope y'all like it #it's kinda polyjo #anyways #thank you so much for the prompt #this was so fun to write #joker out #jure maček #kris guštin #nace jordan #jan peteh #bojan cvjetićanin #joker out fanfic #joker out fanfiction

[heavenzscent]

For Jeankasa ask prompts (if I'm doing this right). You asked me earlier but I didn't really figure out what it meant 'till I saw someone explain it.

💌+🐍🦢🪹

Setting: Post Canon  Themes: Jealousy , beauty , loneliness  Word Count 2,968

I really tried to focus on the beauty of nature and just being around others in this to contrast the first scene where Mikasa is lonely but content. Also your definitely doing it right 🩵

2 Years Post Rumbling 

Mikasa hadn't seen a soul for too long but the more time passed the easier it felt to stay as she was. She wasn’t completely alone; she had the chickens and goats to tend to and amuse her. The barn cats and the wandering dog as well kept her company. 

There was her desk as well. Every night she had words from and to her friends across the sea to envelope her before she lay her head down. 

Maybe it wasn’t normal to hold words more than one did people. 

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3 Years Post Rumbling 

A Sunday in Spring 

After 3 years of wastelands Mikasa’s home had taken Jean's breath away and when she stepped out the cottage doors he was left thoroughly devoid of air. He had seen her a few days prior at Erens  grave but this was different. Today he was invited for tea with just he and her. Well that would be an exaggeration. It had been for himself and Connie but Connie was hungover . 

He took note to show her his manners and immediately took off his hat and gave a little bow before walking through the threshold of her door. She made a face as if he had stuck his tongue out at her, as though he was the silliest man in the world. 

They exchanged greetings and she led him to a small dining area. He was glad to see that her home was clean and well lived in. 

Her dining table was small but judging from the chairs the set was sturdy and the flowers contained within the glass vase looked pretty but halfways towards wilting or drying out. That was good it didn’t look that she had tidied upon his account. She was taking care of herself well it seemed. 

When he had seen her upon the hill he had been so shy and self conscious that he hadn’t gotten a good look at her but now as she bustled through cabinets he could see that she wasn’t as muscular as she had been but still much more toned than the average civilian woman. 

Once he felt all was well he was truly able to relax for the first time since returning home. His mother was well, as well as Mikasa and the Jaegerists should be contained soon enough. All was well enough for now. 

“Jean, are you well? Where is Connie?” She asked, placing some mint tea and a jar of honey in front of where he sat. 

“A little tired from last night's festivities but not as much as Constantine.” 

Mikasa tilted her head in confusion. 

“Oh, it’s a joke started up by Pieck.” He smiled thinking of how now-a-days Connie would respond to Constance. 

“You didn’t mention that in the letters.” 

“It’s just silliness.” In reality Jean didn’t write too much about the fun stuff because  it made him feel too guilty to be making more memories with their friends while she was alone on the outskirts of the island. It also made him feel lonely although he loved his friends he often found himself wishing Mikasa was also present or wondering how she would react. 

She nodded her head and took the seat across from him.

Outside the great window he could see the goats she had mentioned so much in her letters. They were jumping off of barrels and stumps underneath a great oak tree. He usually only ever saw the creatures in small pens or in large herds that smelled horrible but from her window he could now understand the charm that they held for her. 

“Sorry, I had invited Connie so that this wouldn’t happen.” Mikasa sighed stirring her tea uneasily. 

“What do you mean?” He must have bothered her but he couldn’t think how.

“You're bored. I’m afraid that I have become even less talkative over the years. It wasn’t so bad with everyone else though.”

Jean nodded. “I understand how you feel.But don’t worry I like this.” 

They continued to quietly watch the goats. It was the sort of silence a man could live in for years and never complain. 

Mikasa to his surprise interrupted the comfortable silence. “You’ve changed.” 

“How so?” 

“You're a man of fewer words.” 

“That’s good I could be a loud mouth back then, that boy I was.” He chuckled. 

“Don’t be so harsh. I liked him.” She playfully swatted his arm. 

He blushed. “You did now?” He lifted an eyebrow playfully. “Since when?” 

“Well he was quite silly. He could make me crack a smile from time to time even when I wasn’t in the mood to.” She recounted. 

“That's good to know since he misses those smiles.” Jean said, smiling gently at his old friend, his first crush. 

“They’re coming back.” She said, “Should I expect to be smiling at your wedding soon?” her smile was no longer soft but it had the edge that he remembered from the past. It had only been three years. Who they were could never be completely buried. 

“Huh?” He began. 

“You seem awfully chummy with Pieck.” 

“How so?” Jean chuckled, making her blush. 

“Your words came out easier around her. I noticed- but you know me I’m not so good at those sorts of things.” 

“That’s because she won't shut up.”  He answered dryly. 

She gave him a tight lipped smile which made him wonder if he was overstaying his welcome.

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3 months later

Summer 

The last time Mikasa  had gone on a vacation had been when she was 18. All her friends from the 104th had gone to the beach far away from the port to spend the day in the sun, play in water and do all the fun activities shown in the books that Kiyomi had shown them. 

Now at 22 she was finally taking another. Connie had insisted that they all go to the Giant Tree Forest to get away from all the “Hubbub” which was a word he seemed to have taken a liking to since he used it every time he complained about work or just the state of the world which bled into work for all her friends.

As usual Armin was too busy or simply found reasons to over work himself and predictably Annie followed. Reiner kept to himself and Pieck was supposed to come along but at the last minute she canceled . 

That left Connie, Jean and Herself. 

She didn’t mind, actually she was relieved Pieck was nice enough but she couldn’t feel completely comfortable around the former warrior, both men were fun although quieter than they had once been. Maybe it was due to unseen wounds or age. Despite both hurt and time taking their toll on Jean and Connie they still brought the spirit out of the other and in turn she had fun as well. 

Out from the droning of birds and insects there was a distinctive crack that rang through the forest. 

She looked around in a haze looking for where the lightning may be but nothing. She sighed with relief. She heard her companions do so as well. 

A small pathetic part of her felt an ounce better that she wasn’t the only who had been left bruised from their years in the military. That her misery had company but on some days when her friends looked so tired from the sleepless nights from either nightmares or work she wished she could take it from them. She was strong after all. She could do it if only it were possible. 

“I haven’t come back here since I never had to. “ She confessed. “Do you feel as if maybe this place could be haunted now?” 

“I feel like the whole world is haunted sometimes.” Jean muttered looking up at the trees with concern. 

“Guys, it’s just a dry branch falling.” Connie rolled his eyes and spurred them on.“Mikasa I understand but don’t go getting all moody on me Jean.”

“We’re not being moody just ummm.” Jean struggled for the word, snapping his fingers. “Introspective.” 

“If Pieck didn’t cancel on us so RUDLY,” Connie announced as if she were behind a log and would pop out any moment. “You wouldn’t be like this.” 

“You're right I would be annoyed.” 

“I think she just has a little crush on you. You probably do too.” Connie smirked. 

“Where's' this coming from, Huh?” Jean scolded. 

“It’s just you're always arguing with her and she you. You guys can't stay away from each other.” Connie turned to Mikasa. “What do you think Mikasa?” 

“Huh?! About?” She felt flustered by the whole thing; she was never one for gossip. 

“Pieck and Jean.” 

“I think we should respect our friends' privacy and drop the whole matter … Consworth.” 

Jean in the middle of drinking from his canteen spit out his drink chuckling at the silly name. 

“How's that funny it’s not even a name.” 

“How would you know Conward?” She asked with a raised brow, keeping her face deadpan. “Do you know all the names?” 

OoO 

They set up their camp on top the upper ground with a babbling brook just 10 yards away. After setting up the three laid in the shallow end of the water letting the snow melt cool them down . After almost an hour of lazing around Jean began the fire and forced Connie out to assist and scolded Mikasa into relaxing as she had been. 

“I think she’s jealous.” Connie whispered to him. 

“What are you talking about? Did you hit your head again last night?” 

“Mikasa of course.” 

“Yeah you hit your head.” Jean nodded and continued feeding the campfire. 

“No really. Notice if Pieck and you get mentioned she gets all.. She changes the subject or just leaves.” Connie insisted. 

Jean waved his hand in dismissal deciding there was no award for arguing with Connies foolishness. “Go to that bag and grab the sausages.” He commanded. 

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1 Month Later

Late Summer 

“Truth or Dare?” Pieck asked from across the table. 

This was silly but that was exactly why they were playing the little game. Growing up they had barely had time for silly although still they, well her friends, were very important people they seemed to find time for silliness now. Armin had dubbed it necessary for those who faced as much scrutiny as they. 

“Dare.” Mikasa answered. She hoped it was nothing embarrassing. 

“I dare you tell us who the most attractive person in the room is.” 

“That’s a truth.” Jean snapped in front of Piecks face. 

About 2 times a month they all met up to drink and play games from the island or the continent. This week was the turn of their friends from Marley. Mikasa noticed to her surprise that it was Jean who almost always ended up the babysitter. Making sure no one drank too much and if they did he was the one escorting them to the restroom. He really was kinder then he gave himself credit for which was probably why he hadn’t noticed Piecks shameless habits. 

“Oh, you're right. I wouldn’t know where I would be without you. I’m hopeless. ” She smiled broadly up at Jean who simply rolled his eyes but smirked to himself when he knew Pieck to no longer looking. 

She really isn’t. Mikasa thought. 

About a month ago she had noticed a distinct pattern within Piecks actions. When Jean was at game nights she suddenly could never hold her liquor or frequently lost track of how much she had to drink. Needing no one other than Jeans assistance. No one else seemed to have the magic touch. But if he was absent for any reason she usually just became moderately buzzed or took care of herself. 

It was shameless, Mikasa felt. 

Throughout the night she had served Pieck drinks. At first they were alcoholic and as time went on they were nothing more than juice yet still she became more and more inebriated. 

Pieck slammed her cranberry drink on the table sloppily and announced her dare. Which ever so creatively was to kiss the handsomest person in the room. 

Mikasa simply moved over and gave Armin a fat kiss on the forehead making them both giggle like small children. She had raised a handsome man after all. 

The night passed and nothing happened besides Miaksa’s suspicions being proven correct. She couldn’t find it in her to embarrass Pieck and Mikasa herself felt shameless because who she really wanted to kiss was Jean. Suddenly her concern wasn’t that of a well intentioned friend but her feelings morphed as they took a name and they  felt ugly and frightful within her. 

Pieck had done nothing wrong after all except try to get Jean's attention. There was nothing wrong with that, nothing insidious, all the wickedness lied in Mikasa’s ignored feelings and childish reactions to them. 

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1 Month Later ,

Early Autumn on a Sunday Morning 

Tea at Mikasa’s house had become a tradition in the months since Jean returned to Paradise. Twice a week but always just the two of them on Sunday mornings usually from 10 -11 AM he arrived always a little tired but never hung over. 

Summer was shifting into fall and he felt a chill in the air he wasn’t as accustomed to now since living on the continent for three years that had both been long, grueling yet fleeting now that he was back home. Although even on the island so lush and green It wasn’t nearly as cool as it had been in his youth. He wondered if the seasons would ever return as they should in his lifetime as he watched the warm painted leaves of Mikasa's oak tree  rustle in the wind. 

“Jean, are you okay there?” Miksa called from her porch. 

“Oh, Yes! Very Okay, Just admiring your oak is all.” He pointed up at her tree dumbly. 

She nodded, “Yes, I could see that.” She looked amused and it delighted him whenever he put a smile upon her face. 

“I had no clue you were such a botanist.” Mikasa commented as he took his seat at the table and she poured and prepared his tea in the way that he liked. That also delighted him that they were close enough and spent enough time to know just how to make the others tea. 

“I’m not but it’s a nice tree. It made me think of this story that Pieck had told me-” He lied. He didn’t want to bring up the ramifications of the rumbling. It would bring up other subjects and it was just too early to think of Eren. It wasn’t a completely lie she had told him a story about about a tree the other day. 

“Are you and Pieck… uhh..close?” She asked, unable to look him in the eye. 

“I s’pose.”  Jean shrugged although feeling a sense of deja vu. 

“When do you think you will finally become an item?” She asked. 

“Huh?!” Some of his tea dripped down his lip and clung to his beard.He reached for a napkin but she was faster, grabbing a handkerchief from her pocket and to his shock she leaned forward and wiped his chin tenderly. If he had more tea in his mouth he would have choked up again but all he could do was try and keep his face passive and ignore his heart beating in his ears. 

“You just seem to really enjoy her company.” Mikasa went on, the usual serine smile on her face was troubled. It had something to do with the tightness of her face and the downcast look in her eyes. 

“I do but it’s the same for Connie, Armin and y-you.” That was also a lie. She was not the same as anyone. There was no one like Mikasa Ackerman. 

“I just thought since she answered your phone. She must be over often.” Again she gave him a strained smile. 

“Jealous?” he teased. He didn’t know why he said something so stupid because of course she wasn’t. 

Mikasa’s face dropped any pretense of serenity in that moment. “Stop, I’m mortified enough.”  

“Wait?! What?  I was joking.” Jean answered, not really sure what was happening. 

“So this is all a joke to you? Huh?”  She got up from the table and looked out the window with her arms crossed. 

“No I just never thought you could be- I meant couldn’t possibly be-” 

“Because I’m so broken up?” She whispered towards the window. He wondered if he was even supposed to hear her. 

“No I mean - of me or because of me. Of all people.” He finished. He felt lightheaded; he must be dreaming or misunderstanding. 

Mikasa let out a deep sigh. “Give yourself some credit, I only know about 5 men.” 

He breathed from his nose at her small joke. “And none of them are worthy of you.” He meant it. 

“Same could be said about you. You're a hero.” She turned around now. He didn’t need to see her face to know she meant her honeyed words but the earnest look upon her face took his breath away. For a moment he almost believed them; That he was a hero. 

He got up from his chair to join her at the window to watch the oak tree let its leaves go to dance within the wind. A beautiful flurry of wines, coppers, golds, sienna and umbers and the amusing sight of the goats catching some leaves in the air and munching on them. 

He could only tell her the truth, that was all he was ever good at really. “I’m just a man.” 

She looked up at him. “I’m just a woman.” She smiled that small smile of hers that he had always found charming. “I think that’s enough.” 

#to popgreens #I hope you enjoyed this #sorry I'm so late I got busy #Thank you so much for the prompt #Jeankasa #ask

[desertfangs]

Lesmond and the sentence "I fear our love is unsustainable"

So I am not going to manage to stick to 5 sentences basically ever and I gave up. Thanks for the prompt, anon! Feel free to send a pairing and first line and I will get to it sometime this week with a little ficlet or drabble!

"I fear our love is unsustainable.”

Armand froze in the doorway of the small balcony that jutted off the side of his bedroom, his feet bare on the soft carpet. He’d come out of the bathroom from trimming his auburn hair—he’d meant to do it when he’d awoken before he’d been so rudely distracted—and the words caught him off guard.

Instead of responding, he took in Lestat. He had a wistful expression, tanned hands holding the railing of the balcony as he looked out over the city. He wore a collared shirt, unbuttoned and whipping in the wind like his blond hair, and boxer shorts. Armand had been planning to drag him back inside before the neighbors saw him out there half-dressed and then he’d spoken. 

What a thing to say! There was love between them, yes, of course. They were brothers in the blood, as Daniel was so fond of saying, and what they’d just done… He could see the fading mark on Lestat’s thigh, just beneath the hem of his shorts. He looked at his own wrist where only the faintest hint of a bite mark still stained his pale white skin. But they hadn’t dared speak in such bold terms about it yet, not when this type of intimacy was still new between them. 

“You and Louis?” Armand asked, intentionally obtuse, leaning against the door frame. “Perhaps you should simply concede him to me.” 

Lestat shot him an irritated look and Armand had to suppress a smile. He was so very easy to rile up and Armand got such pleasure from doing so. “You would steal him from me. You’re a heartless creature,” Lestat said. 

Armand felt a slight sting at that. He didn’t dare show it. He smiled in the most sinister way he could manage and said, “A ruthless monster, in fact.” 

Lestat frowned, his lips curving downward. The tiniest crease appeared in his brow. “Do you ever worry you’ve taken on too much?” His characteristic cockiness was gone. 

Armand did, of course. He thought of Trinity Gate being filled with people during nearly every crisis. How he’d built and maintained a safe home for so many of the people he loved. But he wasn’t sure if that was what Lestat meant. “No,” Armand lied. “Do you?”

Lestat shifted from one foot to the other. Lestat didn’t answer. But Armand knew he did. He had been talking about the burdens of the throne just last night with Daniel, as they set up the conference room here so he could attend some meetings at Court remotely. So they all could. Anyone who might have need of it. 

Armand stepped onto the balcony. He moved behind Lestat, wrapping his arms around Lestat’s taught, muscular body. He was cool and solid, and Armand could smell his cologne, sharp and spicy. He breathed him in. He could almost smell the sun on his skin from his last tanning session. Such a strange thing for a vampire to do. Only Lestat would have the ability and choose to use it. 

Lestat leaned back against him, and Armand held him tightly. They stood there not speaking for several moments until Armand heard a door open from one of the houses next door. Trinity Gate was massive and his room was in the middle, but they would still see them plainly enough if they glanced over from their own balcony.

Armand pulled back and took Lestat’s hand. “Come, let’s go inside and get you dressed properly.” 

Lestat, for once, obeyed without arguing, although he pulled his hand from Armand’s and walked past him into the room. “First you want to tear my clothes off, now you want to dress me like a doll. Can you ever make up your mind?” 

“I want no such thing,” Armand said. Just because he’d bought Lestat a new wardrobe, it didn’t mean anything. He’d arrived with almost no clothes and Armand didn’t want him ruining things from Daniel and Louis’ closets. 

Lestat grinned as he went over to retrieve some of the clothes from last night’s shopping trip. “You’re a liar.” 

#this was a fun first line! #thank you so much for the prompt #armand/lestat #armand #lestat de lioncourt #vc fanfic #first line prompt game #vc #vampire chronicles #ficlet

[ravendruid]

i’d be nowhere without you. you’ve gotten me through so much. Vaxleth. Raven break my heart with this so I am not broken more by the new episode of CR tomorrow. C3 episode 51 hurt so much already.

Not gonna lie, I was half-asleep when I read your ask, and it took me a long time to realize it was a prompt, and not you telling me the line. xD I have done my best to break your heart. I know mine is broken for sure. Obligatory: this drabble has spoilers for Post-Campaign 1, and Episode 51 of Campaign 3. It's also purely speculative. “I’d be nowhere without you. You’ve gotten me through so much.”

Ludinus Da’leth, a pale Elven man with long white hair, still stands, although almost in ruins. His deep blue robes are tattered in places, his long fork-pointed staff rests on the ground at his feet, broken in half, his face is beaten and bruised, and gashes are carved into his shoulders and chest. Ludinus Da’leth, a millennia-old elf and the Archmage leader of the Cerberus Assembly, still stands, but not for long.

There is a mixture of elements in the air around him as he is circled by both those he hurt and their loved ones. Keyleth spearheads the initiative, lightning crackling all around her as her green eyes shine with ire. Caleb and Essek are next. The first one’s hands are alight in flames, while the second summons silvery purple light. Lastly, Beauregard and Yasha are standing side-to-side, the bright orange glow of Scaldsaber splattered with blood, matching Beau’s knuckles.

As Da’leth’s limp body falls to the ground unmoving, one by one, each of his fellers kneels in exhaustion, sobbing into their loved one’s arms, for justice has finally been achieved. All except for Keyleth, who spares no second crossing to her goal: the orb on top of the beacon.

— Keyleth sits crosslegged under the Sun Tree, its golden leaves dancing with the soft summer breeze and reflecting the golden light of the sun above, holding the small only gem in her hands. The bustle of Whitestone’s streets and people fade as she concentrates on the orb, peering into the darkness of her mind, feeling it warm up to her touch as if the sphere itself is trying to reassure her that what she seeks is still in there. Keyleth smiles as she hears the familiar sound of wings flapping in the wind above her. She knows it’s not him – it can’t be him, he’s in her hands – whatever it is, it has to be a sign that he’s still with her.

“This is the orb, then?” Vex’ahlia asks her an hour later as they sit in her Manor drawing room, to which Keyleth nods, apprehensive.

“Are you sure that he’s in there?” Percival asks, adjusting the golden-rimmed glasses on his face, to which Keyleth shrugs.

“I felt something, but I can’t be sure. Pike,” Keyleth hands the gnome the orb, who takes it carefully in her hands.

Pike sits cross-legged on the floor with her eyes closed, a long platinum braid falling down her shoulder, and she focuses on the gem at hand. A golden light emanates from her palms, enveloping the dark orb to such an extent that Keyleth has to look away, lest she is blinded by such pure light. Ten minutes pass and Pike opens her eyes with a smile as bright as the light of Serenrae.

“He’s in here. I saw him.” She gets up on her little legs and carefully sets the orb on the coffee table. Vex’ahlia promptly stands, as well, wrapping the gnome into a hug.

“We need a powerful dispel spell,” Pike looks over at Keyleth, who is already on her feet, radiating green light from the tips of her fingers.

Anxiety pumps the blood in her veins as Keyleth approaches the table. She can feel everyone’s eyes on her and hears the hammering of her heart in her ears. It has been thirty years since they last saw Vax, and in thirty years, so much has changed.

The green light travels through the darkness of the orb, spreading slowly around it like an aura, and Keyleth closes her eyes, sending each speck of nature energy into the spell. When Vax was turned, there were loud screams and a flash of bright light. But as the spell fades, there is nothing but silence.

The orb floats above the table, and Keyleth steps back, biting her lip in anticipation. From within, a pair of black raven-like wings sprout, folding into a cocoon that opens slowly to reveal the lithe half-elven figure of Vax’ildan, the Champion of the Raven Queen. He looks around, taking in the sight of those that were once his friends and family, and a smile spreads across the masked face.

Vax barely has time to catch himself as Vex jumps into his arms, loud sobs echoing through the room as one, then two other pairs of arms and bodies hold him. He recognizes these arms. They are older, sure, but they still feel like home.

Vax recognizes the small figure hugging him around his waist: Pike Trickfoot, Cleric and Champion of the Everlight. Oh, how beautiful and radiant she looks, with her platinum hair beautifully plaited, and bright blue eyes, always so warm and inviting. He knows he missed much of the young gnome’s life, her wedding with Scanlan, the birth of her two children, Juniper and Wilhand’ildan – Vax’s heart sings with the honor – and her divorce as well. But Pike looks good. She seems happy and healthy, busy with the bakery and her not-so-much children anymore.

Vax recognizes the white-haired human that leans on him with the familiar scent of gunpowder and wood. Percival, whose features are so wrinkly now, and a white beard that matches his hair. The once spry gunslinger of Vox Machina holds himself upright with the help of a cane – for sure containing secrets, but a cane nonetheless. Father of five wonderful, beautiful children, whose births he also missed. Whitestone lives as the de Rolo family thrives.

The last pair of arms surrounding him belongs to his twin, his dear sister, Vex’ahlia, who can’t hold a chuckle. “I’m older than you now,” she says. While that might be technically true, she doesn’t look a decade older than in her thirties. Vax is happy to see his sister still dressed in white dragon leather armor, Fenthras hanging at her back, her hair still pulled into a braid, and a black feather still tucked behind her year. Yes, she is older than him now, but she is still the same.

Vax’ildan’s eyes sweep across the room in search of the last pair of arms, the ones that are not surrounding him, the ones he needs the most. Keyleth stands tall and proud with a smile on her face and a twinkle in her eyes. She’s beautiful and radiant as the sun, the moon, and the stars at the same time. His heart clenches as his gaze finds the freshly carved scars on her exposed skin, and he remembers it all. Springing himself free from his family’s embrace, Vax crosses the room, picks Keyleth up into a tight hug, and spins her around. His lips find hers in a long, desperate kiss as his hands travel all over her body in search of wounds and scars that he can heal. 

“I’m okay,” Keyleth chuckles softly, her bright green eyes locked into his, and a soft pale hand removes the mask from his face. “I’m alive.”

“I was so scared I failed to protect you,” He whispers.

“You have never failed to protect me, Vax.” If Keyleth noticed the way he preened at how confidently she spoke his name, she didn’t show. “I’d be nowhere without you. You’ve gotten me through so much, and for that, I owe you my life.”

“Keyleth, you owe me nothing.” Vax kissed her passionately, ignoring the sighs and sobs of the three people behind them. “I owe you. Name your price.”

“I just want your love.” She leaned her forehead against his with a smile on her face.

“You’ve had my love and my heart for over thirty years. Nothing has changed it, and nothing will.”

Forever, and ever, and always.

#critical role #cr fic #Post-Campaign 1 #Post c3e51 #vaxleth #prompted #I'm shaking. #this was an amazing writing experience and I really need to go cry now #THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE PROMPT #whoever you are anon just know that you are holding my heart in your hands right now

[puckingdisaster]

Feel free to ignore if you don’t want to deal with grief by writing about it, but otherwise how about the KAC guys and „cuddle“ for the prompt meme?

He burned. His insides were on fire, unbearable pain paralyzing him as he watched Raffl lift the trophy and couldn't look away. In a few minutes, they'd have to go through the motion of receiving their silver medals and do the handshake line. Then, in the lockerroom, he would tell his team that he was still proud of them, still proud of what they achieved this season, even if it didn't end the way they wanted it to. But for now, he continued to the joyful celebrations on the other side of the ice. He felt someone touching his shoulder, before he was slowly spun around to reveal a defeated looking Sebastian. For a moment, Thomas couldn't find the words on how sorry he was, that they left him alone and expected him to do the impossible for them. Without saying anything, the small goalie just pulled him in by the hips, face in the crook of his shoulder. Thomas had to resist the pull of losing himself in that hug, tears threatening to spill over as Sebastian softly stroked his back.

#do you know me I listened to bigger than the whole sky the day after the hcb got eliminated #On repeat for the whole 40 minutes it took me to get to work #Anyways #Thank you so much for the prompt #It was therapeutical #Sad prompts give me life #Thomas Hundertpfund #Thomas Raffl #Sebastian Dahm #Hrpf #My writing #Ask game #Prompt game

[rockingrobin69]

kjhgfds i forgot to specify bc i was so excited, but could you do drarry please? and a little cracky smut, tho i will love anything you write!

also, bc it never hurts to say it twice, I. LOVE. YOUR. WRITING. like i want to burrow inside your brain and live there for a while you're so awesome <3

Listen to me and listen carefully I LOVE YOU AND ALSO YOUR WRITING so there. I said it. My brain would be such a confusing place to spend any amount of time in, we'd love to have you 'round!

The colours in Colour-full were very fun to play with. The whole fic was just extremely fun to write from top to bottom, from magenta to yellow to blue, and, of course, it had to finish on the grand finale, purple! Thank you SO MUCH for giving me the opportunity to write this, I absolutely loved it!

In case you missed it, here's Colour-full on Ao3, 3k of summer fun and silliness and, well, colours. 💖

#Robin answers #phm is the best 💖 #thank you so much for the prompt #drarry fic

[vettelsbitch]

If you're still doing the 5 sentence fic thing sebson can it be happy and fluffy please

Sebastian grumbles something in German. It sounds like it should be an insult. He's probably calling Jenson dumb. He's also on his knees, bending over and elbow deep in the huge tote bag cover in fluffy polka dots he insisted on bringing to the beach.

"Jenson, I told you, you have to pack your own sunscreen!" He says while taking one of his hands out of the bag and gesticulating around. "What if I had forgotten it too, huh?"

Jenson can only giggle from where he's sitting, happy toasting in the sun. Before he can come up with a cheeky response Sebastian lets out a triumphant little sound, sunscreen bottle in hand. He moves towards Jenson, shuffling on his knees, not even bothering to put back into the bag all the stuff he had pulled out while looking for the cream.

"Take off your sun glasses." The cream is cold when he lathers it onto Jenson's nose; it's thick and gooey. He could count every one of Seb's freckles if they weren't obscured by his own thick layer of sunscreen. "We have to make sure you don't get any more sun damage. It makes you look old."

"Oi!" 

 Send me a ship/character(s) and a one word prompt and I will write a 5 sentence fic about it.

Edit because I realized I had completely ignored the word prompts

#fic stuff #sebson #jenson really needs to use sunscreen more #is this OC? #idk #also what are 5 sentences? #anyway #I hope you like it!! #thank you so much for the prompt #anon #ask game #mine

[definegodliness]

Prompt: Sicilian blood oranges

I have been the knife At times; how many, I am not so sure, Yet I have seen red ink

                  d                      r                  i                     p

In drops of splendour; sometimes sweet, Sometimes acidic.

Always worth a tongue's Flick; a tasting of the core, squeezed out Into either euphoria or Damnation.

#poetry #this is about heartbreak poetry #NOT about tongue surfing the red waves #anyway #apart from that disclaimer #thank you so much for the prompt #seerinlove #:)

[parttime-creative]

The old man wound up the little toy once again and for the first time, he could hear the gentle tik-tok-tik of its clockwork-heart.

Mazras eyes grew wide as they krimskrams mouse scooted across the workbench. His long elven ears jittered in excitement as his small childrens hands tried to catch the clockwork animal.

His grandfather chuckled at the excitement of his youngest grandchild. The boy felt his rough hands ruffle his white curls. He loved being in his grandfathers workshop. Its was his favourite place in the crystal tower. But he especially loved being here with his grandfather.

They boy finally cough the clock work mouse and enthusiastically wound it up again until he could no more. This time the mouse shot over the edge of the workbench and disappeared with several metallic clanks and clonks in a pile of metal rubbish in a corner. Mazra yelp in schock and run after the toy. But it was gone for good. He wasn't allowed to dig in the sharp metal pieces. His grandfather chuckled again.

"Don't be sad, boy. We'll build another one tomorrow. An even better one."

Mazra looked up. Quickly wiping away the tears that had started to form in his eyes.

"Promise?"

"I promise. But now come, we have to go. The council is already waiting for me."

Mazra nodded quickly and hurried after his grandfather. Being the heir of the crystal city was important.

~*~

Being the heir of the crystal city was first and foremost exhausting, as he learned about a hundred years later.

When the big double doors of the workshop closed behind him, Mazra dared to finally take a deep breath. The council meetings were the worst part of being an Alverto. Especially when you were the last Alverto left in the middle lands. But he intended to change that. He just had to finish this. He just had to make this right again.

When his head hadfinally cleared out all the councils politics his eyes wandered over the huge construction in front of him. Maybe it would finally finish it today?

He went over to one of the piles of spare parts and metal pieces of former projects. Didn't he have some clockwork thingies back here? He just needed some tiny gears. He dugg around until something sharp poked his index finger. He yelped and quickly drew his hand back. A small drop of blood poured from the cut. He quickly stuck his finger into his mouth, as he pulled out the perpetrator. It was a old clockwork toy. A small mouse. It looked strangely familiar. But the weight of the years and all the other heavily metals scraps had bend and dented it so much so its clockwork mechanisms were stuck now. Mazra sighed.

"You'll do, I suppose." he shrugged and started to disassemble the toy until he found the parts he needed.

The toys clockwork heart had long stopped. But it's pieces gave life to machine that would change the world. Mazras ears jittered in excitement as he finally heard the first tik-tok-buzzing of his masterpiece.

"Elyina, I am coming." he whispered.

#... Should I tag this as Alabathea spoilers? #Nahhhh #Or should i? #I mean you know the character #You know the machine #But... #Nahhhg #ANYWAYS #THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE PROMPT #I did not notice it for so long in my inbox! #I am so sorry! #But i love this! #Thank you for giving me the opportunity to write about my favourite elven steampunk inventor! #Alabathea #Alabathea prompt #Writing prompt

[toomanyfandomsneverenoughtime]

Genuinely can't think of a better prompt for a Sam Pinkett drabble than "Let me see those eyes" ... actually any mat character tbh but his eyes are extra bambi-like as Sam

I know the implication here was to focus on Sam's eyes but, um, yeah, while I got the line in, I decided to milk him instead? Enjoy? "Let me see those eyes"

Rating: Explicit Category: M/M Fandom: The Wrong Mans (TV) Relationship: Sam Pinkett/Marat Malancovic Characters: Sam Pinkett, Marat Malancovic Additional Tags: BDSM, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Multiple Orgasms, Milking. Cock milking, Bondage, Sensory Deprivation, Blindfolds, Gags, Lingerie, Come Swallowing

#thank you so much for the prompt #i hope you're not disappointed #my writing #the wrong mans #sam pinkett #sam/marat #sam x marat

[majestydeerakuma]

TRANS CUPHEAD

I have the headcanon that Cuphead is trans in my main AU, Surreal Soul so, this is perfect!!!

Cuphead says, Trans Rights are Human Rights!

#cuphead #cuphead dont deal with the devil #transgender #trans positivity #thank you so much for the prompt #trans cuphead my beloved

[unforth]

Gentle reminder that very little fandom labor is automated, because I think people forget that a lot.

That blog with a tagging system you love? A person curates those tags by hand.

That rec blog with a great organization scheme and pretty graphics? Someone designed and implemented that organization scheme and made those graphics.

That network that posts a cool variety of stuff? People track down all that variety and queue it by hand, and other people made all the individual pieces.

That post with umpteen links to helpful resources, and information about them? Someone gathered those links, researched the sources, wrote up the information about them.

That graphic about fandom statistics? Someone compiled those statistics, analyzed them, organized them, figured out a useful way to convey the information to others, and made the post.

That event that you think looks neat? Someone wrote the rules, created the blogs and Discords, designed the graphics, did their best to promo the event so it'd succeed.

None of this was done automatically. None of it just appears whole out of the internet ether.

I think everyone realizes that fic writing and fanart creation are work, and at least some folks have got it through their heads that gif creation and graphics and moodboards take effort, and meta is usually respected for the effort that goes into it, at least as far as I've seen, but I feel like a lot of people don't really get how much labor goes into curation, too.

If people are creating resources, curating content, organizing the creations of others, gathering information, and doing other fandom activities that aren't necessarily the direct action of creation, they're doing a lot of fandom labor, and it's often largely unrecognized.

Celebrate fan work!

To folks doing this kind of labor: I see you, and I thank you. You are the backbones of our fandoms and I love you.

#unforth rambles #this wasn't really prompted by anything #I'm just sick and tired and distractable #or i should say it wasn't prompted by anything recent or that happened now #like no one has disrespected me #but as i hit the point that it's regularly taking me an hour plus every single day to queue things for the danmei art blogs #i just think of all the times people go WAIT YOU RUN ALL OF THOSE??? BY YOURSELF??? #like i just don't think a lot of people realize how much work it is to really do background fandom labor long term #and i appreciate places like rec blogs and networks and events and just everyone #y'all are awesome #thank you so much

[erwinsvow]

Do you think rafe would wear necklace with his girl’s initial?? Like his girl bought it as a present and i’m curious on how rafe would react 😃

"so what i'm hearin' is you got me somethin' with my own money?" rafe asks, looking down at the neatly wrapped box, a pretty white ribbon looped around it. your fingers play with the satin bow, anxious for rafe to open it.

"rafe!" you start with a whine but stop yourself. "it's the thought that counts, okay?" he laughs, taking the gift from your hands.

"sure, kid. whatever you say." he undoes the bow, setting it aside since he knows you'll want to keep it. the wrapping paper gets ripped up and off, while you protest that it could have been reused. he opens the box, looking down at a thin silver chain. there's a little pendant hanging down, the shape of your initial.

he looks up from the chain at you, waiting for his response with big eyes and parted lips. you're playing with your R necklace, the way you always do when you're nervous.

"d-do you like it? i thought we could match," you say quietly, biting you lower lip in anticipation.

"yeah?" he questions, taking the jewelry out of the box and into his hand, feeling the weight of it in his palm.

"only if you like it. you don't have to wear it, i just-"

"just what?" he looks you right in the eyes, wanting your real answer, not just you bouncing around his question from nerves.

"i just wanted to make sure everyone knows you're mine." you lip stings from where you're biting down, rafe look into your eyes.

he opens his arms, and you crawl into his lap, taking the chain from his palm and putting it around his neck, clipping it into place. you smile, pressing a kiss to rafe's cheek, his hands tight on your waist.

"got that right, kid."

#babe i adore this prompt and you so much. #thank you <3333 hope you love angel #rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader