#THE LATEST ANSWER sorry yesterday was A Lot

[currently-reading-a-book]

Faux Love, Real Hearts

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Spencer must pose as a couple for a mission. However, one question remains: why does he keep calling you 'love'?

Genre: smut

Warning: talking about a criminal case, making out, fake dating (let me know if I forgot something)

Word Count: 882 words

A/N: As always, any criticism is very welcome. Sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes. English is not my first language. 

Anyway, enjoy :)

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You blushed yesterday, you blushed today and you most definitely will blush tomorrow. You simply will never get used to his soft voice whispering: “Sorry, love.” 

 As he calmly brushes past you. You will never get used to his rough hands brushing against your skin from time to time. You will never get used to his soft backrubs or his light kisses against your forehead. Perhaps it’s better this way. If you’re used to his permanent presence your heart would break into two when this mission ends. When all of this ends. Every day you’re hoping that the mission is continued another day, just to be with him. And for a certain time, it did work; until it didn’t anymore.

For more than a year, you have been working in the Behavioral Unit (BAU) department of the FBI. As an aspiring Agent, you are willing to do anything to save people. The team welcomed you warmly, always helping you where they could since you were the youngest member. You feel safe because you know they will always have your back. Yet nothing could have prepared you for your latest mission. The mission where you and Spencer had to fake a romantic relationship. Spencer was a good boyfriend; a fake one sadly.

This unsub is targeting young couples, so the team decided you and Spencer would be the best ones to fit his victimology. Quickly you move into a fake house that isn’t yours; drive a fake car and act like a fake couple deeply in love with each other.

“Are you ready to go to bed, darling?”, shouted Spencer down from your shared bedroom.

It was a comfortable room with a carpeted floor and a large king-size bed. Oh, how you loved this bed; nevertheless, nothing compares to sleeping beside Spencer. Your sleep quality improving enormously. Maybe Spencer has to do with it...

Without answering you went up, already in your pyjamas ready to get a good night’s sleep in. Today you search through lots of recordings in hopes of finding a lead in the case; Spencer of course helping you, but how could anybody read faster than Reid himself? You collapse onto the bed, feeling utterly exhausted. The slender nerdy boy, with his thick-rimmed glasses perched on his nose, is deeply engrossed in his book. Every now and then, he looks up from his reading, his bright eyes shining with a gentle smile that warms your heart.

“You must be absolutely tired, love.”

“God, yeah,” you laugh awkwardly. A strange silence surrounded them.

“Come here,” he opened his arms gesturing her to come closer. 

She found herself in a state of confusion, uncertain of what to do next. As she lay there, she couldn't help but feel drawn towards Reid's comforting presence. She knew that cuddling with him would be unprofessional, but his warm embrace felt like a safe haven that she longed to be in. The conflicting thoughts in her mind left her feeling torn and indecisive, so she stayed where she was.

Since she didn’t come closer, he decided to drew closer to her. His hot breath tickled her neck as he whispered against her ears sending shivers down her spine: "You know we have to act like a real couple, you want to catch this unsub, don’t you?”  

She gulped silently. Of course, she wanted to catch this motherfucker who’s been killing around D.C., however, all she could think right now was how close Spencer was and how his hot breath felt amazing against her neck. 

“Spencer…,” was the only thing she could whisper back.

His hands grip her waist lovingly, bringing her closer to him.

“Tell me what you want me to do,” he murmured against her hair, kissing the top of her head softly.

Another gulp. Feeling hot all over her body, you tried to think a straight thought, but how can you think rationally when a hot FBI agent's body is nearly pressed against yours? Particularly Spencers hot body.

“Kiss me, Spencer.”

Without a second of hesitation, he crashed his lips against yours. Like a starved man, his kiss was impatient and rough, in contrast to the delicate touch of his hands all over your body. You could feel his warm big hands exploring every inch of your body. Oh, how good it felt.

“Fuck, I wanted to do this since day one,” he cursed against your lips before softly biting them. His tongue teased your lips, wanting to enter your mouth. Gently you open your lips and your and his tongue dance together. His soft lips moved their way down to your jaw, then your neck where they stayed for a bit, nibbling at your flesh. You reached for his curls, gripping them which he responded with a moan. 

“If I had to act like this stupid fake couple thing again I would absolutely, do it, just to taste your sweet lips, love.” He smiled against your neck.

“Wait,” you pushed him a bit away from you, “you don’t enjoy this fake dating?”

He took a deep breath. Panic started washing over you. Of course, he wouldn't like your back, what do you think? 

"No". His angelic voice brought you back from your negative thoughts: “I would like more if we were dating real.”

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[dfortrafalgar]

I'm Losing You

Having a family isn't always as easy as fairy tales make it seem.

PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS AND DISCLAIMER ON CHAPTER 1 BEFORE PROCEEDING!!!!!!

Chapter 2

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Law knew his eye bags were heavier than they usually were, so it came as absolutely no surprise when one of his nurses expressed deep concern for his unusually tired appearance.  And that was saying a lot.

“Room 305 is doing well on aspirin, their blood pressure has improved dramatically since yesterday morning– Dr. Trafalgar, do you need another coffee?  You look like you’re about to fall asleep,” she expressed, her eyes heavy with worry.

“I’m alright, Rebecca, but thank you,” he responded without a single fluctuation of his tone.  Though, he was definitely a tad embarrassed that his lack of sleep from the night prior was that evident.

His pink-haired coworker continued walking alongside him, flipping through her charts from her latest rounds in the cardiac care unit.  Not wanting to press further and risk upsetting him, she simply continued catching her supervisor up to speed with the patients in his ward.  “Room 306 has been slightly unstable since his triple bypass surgery, so he was on extra monitoring overnight but hasn’t shown any significant signs of distress.  Room 307 however is still intubated, with arrhythmia that comes and goes at random.  He has both you and Dr. Tony overseeing his care today.”

Law nodded along with Rebecca’s words, and he truly was trying to absorb them as best he could, but he couldn’t get his mind off of you at home.  He knew Shachi and Penguin would be good company, but he truthfully wanted nothing more than to be home with you at every waking moment, making sure you were okay.  The constant thoughts of you from the night previous made his entire chest ache, the sounds of your distraught sobs echoing in his brain constantly.

“Dr. Trafalgar?” Rebecca once again questioned.  She had stopped walking and Law hadn’t even noticed.  He turned around, startled at his lack of awareness, and turned to face her.  This time, her brown eyes were profoundly concerned.  “If something is seriously wrong–”

“I’m fine, I swear,” he urged, briskly cutting off her statement.  “Thank you for your concern, but I’m fine.  I apologize for my lack of attention, please continue with your notes.”

After a few brief moments, Rebecca sighed through her nose and flipped to the next page on her clipboard, continuing her briefing.

In a way, he was partially thankful for an unassuming round.  He really needed to clear his head in time for his next surgery in an hour.  This wasn’t like him.

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It was around 9:00 PM when the front door to your apartment opened and closed softly.  You were on the couch with Bepo, barely keeping your eyes open at the mindless television program in front of you when your husband walked through the door and hung his jacket on the coat rack, kicking his shoes off of his feet.  Bepo seemed to know the drill, quickly hopping off of the couch and trying to make it seem like he hadn’t been lying there for an hour.  You watched with a faint smile as Law exhaustedly trudged over to where you sat, flopping down next to you and resting his head in your lap.  His nose was nestled into the plush of your belly, making you suppress a giggle at the ticklish feeling.  Your hand immediately gravitated to his mop of thick, black hair.

“Busy day?” you asked, already knowing the answer.

Law groaned.  “It wouldn’t have been so bad if I wasn’t thinking about you all day.”

You frowned.  “I know… I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, I just can’t help but be nervous for you.  It’s not your fault.”  Law’s hand trailed to your hip, rubbing lazy circles into the skin below your pajama shorts.

“If it helps ease your worries, Shachi and Penguin took a huge load off today, they spent the entire day with Bepo.  They even did your laundry, if you could believe it,” you stated with a dry chuckle, thinking back to a few hours prior when Shachi was boldly making fun of the gaudy pattern on a pair of Law’s boxers.

“That instills some confidence,” he joked back at you.

Your fingers continued to comb through his hair, making his eyes close with the content feeling.  “Any interesting cases today?” you asked, desperate for a way to distract him from what was on his mind.  Frankly, you needed the distraction too.

Law hummed, thinking back to the morning.  “When I arrived this morning I had a patient in the OR for Carotid Artery Disease, so we did a carotid endarterectomy to help him with that.  Very pleasant man, I spoke to his family during my final round when he was moved to recovery.  He had suffered a very minor stroke a few years prior, so hopefully this surgery greatly reduces his risk for another.”

You nodded along with Law’s words.  You were always allured at the way he could talk about his work for hours if you let him, and with the weight hanging over both of you, you desperately wanted him to.  You could listen to him talk about cardiovascular diseases for the rest of your life if it meant not having to deal with the reality of your situation.

“What’s Carotid Artery Disease?” you asked, hoping he couldn’t catch on to the way you silently begged him to keep talking to distract your fuzzy mind.

“It’s a condition where a plaque builds up in the carotid arteries in your neck,” he explained, picking up his hand and trailing his tattooed fingers along the side of your neck, demonstrating where the vessel was.  “It’s sort of similar to the way certain blockages can cause heart attacks, but because the plaque builds up in your neck, it could cause strokes.”

You continued nodding.  “That’s interesting… any other surgeries today?”

Unbeknownst to you, Law was most definitely catching on to the way you urged him to continue speaking, using his voice to block out the anxious radio static in your head.  He slowly sat up, leaving your lap feeling cold and vacant before pulling you into his chest.  Bepo came to sit at the base of the couch, resting his fluffy head on Law’s thigh.

“I know you don’t want to talk about it right now…” Law began.

You closed your eyes and sharply inhaled through your nose.

“But I did call a urologist today to set me up with a brief fertility examination,” he continued.

You were scared to look up at him.  “What will they do?”

Law idly trailed his fingers up and down your sides.  “Most likely a semen analysis, blood test to detect hormone levels, or an ultrasound,” he explained.  He paused, anticipating your reaction, but got none.  With a sigh, he placed a hand on the back of your head, holding you close.  “I know it’s really hard to talk about it, but I want to rule out every possibility.  You don’t have to call so quickly, but I think it would be good to get in contact with your gynecologist again.”

You feebly nodded into his shoulder, your forehead resting where you now knew his carotid artery lay.  “I know… I will.  I promise I will.”

Law encouraged you to pick your head up to look at him.  “You know I’m not the best with words,” he blankly stated, bringing a very small smile to your lips as you nodded.  His calloused hand caressed the skin of your cheek.  “But I’m going to be with you through this entire journey, no matter how long it takes.  I’m your husband, I’m not going to leave you over something so…” he trailed off, looking for the appropriate word.

“Pointless?” you offered.

He quickly shook his head.  “No, not pointless.  Far from that.  Maybe ‘idle’ is a decent word.  An idle issue.  An idle issue that will resolve with time.”

“Might resolve,” you countered.

“No.  Will resolve.”  Law was steadfast in correcting you.  You could tell it was taking an incredible amount of energy for him to keep a positive head.  As much as the entire fertility situation greatly upset you, you found a spark of hope and joy in the way Law was, surprisingly, keeping optimism.  It wasn’t near enough for both of you, but it was better than nothing.

“I’ll call my OB-GYN tomorrow morning when her office opens…” you muttered, dropping your head back down.  Law hummed in response, now taking the time to pet your hair with his fingers.  

The room fell into moderate silence before Bepo huffed, demanding to go outside.  You snorted at the sound, picking your head up and looking at your husband.  “I’ll take Bepo to pee, there’s leftover lasagna in the fridge if you’re hungry.”

Law lifted an eyebrow.  “Lasagna?”

You finally stood, stretching and popping your back.  Bepo excitedly ran toward the door, eagerly bouncing on his paws for you to hurry up and follow him.  “Penguin was cooking all day today.”

Law grinned.  “Nice, I’ll make myself a plate.”

He watched as you slipped on a light jacket and pulled Bepo’s harness over his body, looping his leash and exiting the apartment.  With a groan, Law stood up and meandered to the kitchen towards the refrigerator.  

You didn’t have many decorations or magnets, a few small sticky note reminders here and there, but a gift-shop magnet from a trip you took while still dating was stuck to the metal, holding up a candid picture of you and Law on your wedding night.  Law still had no idea who took the image, but every time he looked at it sent butterflies through his stomach.  You were both in the middle of dancing to an energetic song, you happily clinging to his arms with the brightest smile on your face.  Your eyes were creased with unparalleled glee as you stared up at Law, who was looking back down at you with his own cheerful grin.  The lights had blurred around you with the motion of whoever took the photo, but it made an ethereal golden glow surround your dancing figures.  Your wedding night, albeit cliche, was the happiest night of Law’s life.

His stomach grumbled, interrupting his thoughts.  He mindlessly reached for the leftovers in the fridge.

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[simplyholl]

Truth or Dare (featuring Bucky)

Written by @simplyholl and @wheredafandomat

Summary: With a killer on the loose at your college, what else is there to do but party with the hottest guys on campus?

Pairing: Frat Boy Loki x Frat Boy Bucky × F. Reader

Warnings: Smut. 18+ Only. Minors DNI. Alcohol use. Cream pie. Threesome. Spanking.

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“Whatcha reading?” Flinching, you had to contain your yelp as you spun around to meet Bucky, who was leaning over your shoulder looking at your laptop. “The latest on the campus killer.” You answer, your anxiety dissipating at the sight of him.

“Campus killer?” He snorted. “A couple girls go missing and they say there’s a killer on the loose.” “Buck, have some respect. They found another body yesterday.” “Sorry, doll.” He apologized. “I just think it’s a bit excessive to have everybody worried like this, maybe these are isolated incidents.” He suggests. “What if it’s not? What if I’m next? Would you start taking this seriously then?” You argue.

“Nothing’s gonna hurt you, baby.” He smiled, that same smile that always melted your heart. “Are you going to protect me?” You teased, biting your lip as you looked up at him. “A girl like you don’t need protecting.” He smirked, his hand finding your cheek as he looked down at you. You leaned into his touch, your cheek feeling warm from the contact.

You and Bucky were great friends, but deep down you wanted your friendship to exceed platonic touches and glances. You had kissed a few times, but you both always blamed it on the alcohol. “Hey” Loki interrupted, approaching you both as Bucky let go of you.

“What are you up to?” “I’m just telling this one she has nothing to be afraid of.” Bucky answered. “What are you reading?” Loki asked you, skimming over the article on your laptop. “It’s about what we know so far about the campus killer.” You answer, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Care to enlighten me?” Loki prompted. “He seems to only target girls and apparently he’s got a devil tattoo on his hip bone.” You replied. “Who worked that out?” Loki laughed. “One of his victims who survived, Crazy Maddie. She said he was wearing a mask and he was shirtless when he grabbed her. She fought back and his pants were low after the struggle, so she saw it.” “Crazy Maddie?” They both chuckle. “Yeah. I know she says a lot of wild things, but this one is true, I think. She seemed pretty shaken up about it.” You explained.

“I wouldn’t believe her.” Bucky shrugged. “Are you coming to the party tonight?” Loki asked you, changing the subject. “At a time like this? No!” You shook your head. “How about we bring the party to you?” Bucky suggests. “Yeah?” You prompt him to continue. “We could bring some beers, maybe watch a film, play a game?” He suggests.

“I’m down.” You agree, Loki does the same. “Great, we will swing by around seven?” “Perfect.” You grin, your gaze lingering on Bucky’s as he mirrors your smile.

You get ready for the night, spraying your favorite perfume, the one Bucky complimented last time. You can only hope that he will kiss you again. You’d even take a kiss from your other friend, Loki. They were both insanely attractive, not to mention popular. Top athletes and the most sought after guys in their fraternity. It was hard to get them alone at parties. They always had the hottest sorority girl’s’ attention.

You wore a low cut tank top that made your breasts look amazing. You flip your hair one last time, deciding you’re ready. You check your phone, it’s 7:05. You hear a knock at your door. Bucky and Loki come in carrying pizza and beers. You sit in the floor enjoying your meal and watching A Nightmare On Elm Street. When the film is over, Bucky says he wants to play a game. You go to the closet pulling out monopoly.

“This is all I have.” You tell them. “No, darling. We were thinking of a different game. How about Truth or Dare?” Loki suggests. “Sure.” You agree, but you are a little nervous, hoping they don’t ask anything too revealing. After a few more beers, the game gets interesting. “Truth or Dare?” Loki asks you. “Truth.” You choose, waiting for his question. He and Bucky share a look before he turns back to you. “Have you ever touched yourself while thinking about one of us?”

You try not to choke on your beer. “Yes, I have.” You admit, looking away from them. “Which one?” Bucky asks you. “Um, both of you.” You tell him, looking between them. Loki grins knowingly. The boys take their turns next, admitting they have thought about you like that too. You’re next and you pick dare.

“I dare you to let him suck your tits.” Loki gives you the task and the alcohol takes away any embarrassment. You pull your tank top off, pulling the cups of your bra down, revealing your perky chest. Loki watches as Bucky lowers his head, taking a hardened nipple between his lips. You moan as he moves to the other breast, giving it the same attention. He releases you, and you pull your bra back up. When it’s your turn again you choose dare, hoping to get another task like that.

“I dare you to suck his dick.” Bucky tells you. You look at Loki, who is already unzipping his pants. You sink to your knees, taking him deep. You hollow your cheeks, moaning around him. You feel your hair being removed from your neck, and you look up to find Bucky gathering it into a makeshift ponytail. “Oh Fuck!” Loki gasps, watching the two of you.

You pull him most of the way out of your mouth, closing your lips around the tip. You swirl your tongue around him before taking him all the way back again. Loki grips your chin in his hand, pulling your face up toward him. “Go get on the bed.” You do as your told, heading toward your bedroom. You strip your clothes as you go. This night couldn’t get any better.

“Such a good girl for us. Look Loki, she’s already naked.” Bucky sits on the edge of the bed. “C’mere doll, bend over my legs.” You lay down across Bucky’s lap with your ass exposed. He dips two fingers inside you. “She’s so wet already.” He tells Loki. Loki walks over, rubbing the curve of your cheek appreciatively. You cry out when Loki’s hand meets your ass with a slap. You clench around Bucky’s fingers.

“She likes that. Don’t you, baby?” Bucky coos. Loki’s hand comes down again, this time Bucky lazily rubs your clit. Your arousal drips down your thighs. “You look so beautiful with my handprint on you.” Loki observes.

“She’s so close.” Bucky tells him. When Loki’s hand hits your cheek once again, Bucky curls his fingers, simultaneously swirling the pad of his thumb against your clit. You fall apart while riding his hand. “Truth or dare, doll?” Bucky asks as you come down from your high, your body still aching to be touched by them.

“Dare.” You rush out, your pussy throbbing. “I dare you to let us fuck you.” Wordlessly, you obey, nodding your head furiously as Bucky and Loki share a smirk. You turn your back toward them, Bucky crawls behind you. You feel him running his cock through your folds, coating himself in your arousal as you try to push yourself back against him.

Coming in front of you, Loki frees his length, stroking it with his hand before circling your lips with it. You open your mouth, taking him inside as he strokes your cheek. You hollow your cheeks around his cock while Bucky pushes inside you, groaning as your walls grip him.

Your hand replaces Loki’s as you massage the base of his cock whilst flicking your tongue against the tip. Bucky pulls out of you completely before thrusting inside of you again, setting a steady pace as you moan around Loki’s cock.

The vibrations make him close his eyes as he wills himself to not cum so soon. “Such a pretty little slut for us.” Bucky sniggers, one of his hands tightly gripping your waist whilst his balls slap against your clit. You could feel the material of his jeans rubbing against your ass as he fucked you, increasing his speed.

Bucky cums inside you with a grunt. Your breathing slows as he pulls out of you. “Stay on your hands and knees.” Loki commands. You assume the position while Loki lays under you, face near your pelvis, your breasts brushing his stomach. Bucky slides under you, the opposite way, placing an arm around your leg as he lays between them. You look to see Loki’s long tresses mix with Bucky’s as they settle in. “What are you doing?” You question, caught off guard when Loki’s lips seal around your clit. Bucky’s tongue glides through your folds.

“Mmm, we taste so good together, baby.” Bucky praises. Your legs shake as their mouths work you. “You gotta try this, Loke.” They switch positions and you know this is the craziest thing you’ll ever experience. Loki fucks you with his tongue, while Bucky sucks your clit, his unrelenting tongue flicking you simultaneously.

“Tastes so good.” Loki confirms. It doesn’t take long for you to shatter. They’ve ruined you for anyone else. When they crawl out from underneath you, you’re pleasantly surprised to see them share a kiss, tongues brushing against each other. Your clit throbs, needy for more.

“My turn.” Loki says, turning to you as you stay bent over in front of him. Unlike Bucky, there was nothing teasing about Loki’s movements. The fact that you were so wet helped as Loki thrust himself inside you, bottoming out with a grunt as you fell forward slightly.

Bucky makes his way in front of you, his thick cock in his hand. Lifting one of your hands up, you try and tug down Bucky’s jeans but he slaps your hand away, before kneeling at the end of the bed and kneading your breasts. Your moans grow louder as he takes one of them into his mouth whilst Loki continues fucking you from behind.

“Let me suck your cock.” You pant, looking up at Bucky. Standing back up, Bucky grips his hard length, guiding it to your mouth as you open it. Your tongue swirls around the tip as Bucky closes his eyes, head rolling to the side as you pleasure him.

You moan against him, sending vibrations down his shaft as Loki increases his pace. “Fuck!” You exclaim before being silenced by Bucky’s cock again. Looking up at him, you notice his eyes are closed. Lifting your hand again, you begin tugging down his jeans. Only for your eyes to widen in shock and terror as you see the devil tattoo on his hip bone.

Too clouded by pleasure, Bucky doesn’t notice what you have done. Trying to stop your lip from trembling, you release him with a pop, before telling Loki to stop. He stops, worried as he looks down at you. “What’s wrong?” He asks. “I-I just feel a little - I” You stutter, terrified by your realization. “What?” Bucky prompts you to continue as you grab a shirt, holding it over your exposed chest. You step back toward Loki who had gotten off the bed. “What, baby?” Bucky smiles, stepping toward you. “Loki, he- he’s the” You begin, a tear rolling down your cheek.

“Killer” Loki whispers in your ear knowingly. “She saw the tattoo.” Loki tells Bucky. “Loki!” You gasp, shocked. “You knew?” “Knew? Darling, I helped.” He grins wickedly. You look between them, horrified. “Don’t worry, we won’t kill you, Y/N.” Bucky tells you. “Yes, you have nothing to worry about.” Loki strokes your cheek reassuringly. “You fuck too good.” Bucky smirks as Loki kisses your cheek.

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[argreion]

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[modmad]

Hi mod! I know you're receiving a lot of asks about tpoh rn so feel free to answer this whenever

I've recently reread the comic (like, between the day before yesterday and the two days before that) because after the latest-ish update I realised I had forgotten some chunks of the story. I knew where the story was going so I could pay more attention to the details and it was so.much.fun!! I made sens of so many things and noticed so many details that I had missed or forgotten about Hate and Time and the butterfly (I was so sure they were someone they're probably not) and the train! jesus the train, and it blew my mind, I was jumping on my chair. I also followed RGB's emotion spills more closely (about him, how do you pronounce his name in your head? English isn't my first language so I go ER, e like in em and rolled r, GGEEBEE) and he's so annoyed by everything at the start sjnfbs and so bitter. It's such a wonderful wonderful wonderful comic, built and drawn so well

But the reason I'm actually writing this (sorry I got so derailed) is that I loved the chapters with Click the first time around, his role is that if the henchman sure but he's so bitter and violent, and RGB is so clearly terrified of him, that it makes him really quite unsettling. And when he first appeared during my reread I felt my stomach drop. Somehow knowing exactly what was going to happen and who he is made everything more scary instead of less, and I enjoyed every second of it

okay this one goes on my fridge what a nice message, I am so glad TPoH has the re-readability that I was hoping for! I pronounce RGB just as it would sound if you said the letters in English one by one (are jee bee) but obviously you can say it however you like. I'm glad that his character development is apparent and likewise that Click has an impending sense of dread, he's an awful awful thing and I'm delighted that is getting across :'D

#TPoH #aaa #ty

[gentlebeardsbarngrill]

Hi, sorry didn't know who else to send this to.

I saw on twitter that cancelled pretty much never get uncancelled and the best bet is the show getting picked up by another streamer.

Is there anything that can be done to help with that?

Hi friend! Thanks for the ask! Great question! So it really depends on the network... The more we're hearing from Max / WB is that the don't want to renew it, per the article in hollywood reporter yesterday with the CEO of WB. Here's the article on that: Casey Bloys Reflects on HBO's Emmy's Dominace

That being said, all the fans have been reaching out via phone, email, snail mail, fax, twitter, and all the social medias and it DOES seem to be making a difference. Now, does that mean that Max will renew it? Maybe not, but it's getting SO MUCH media attention that it has to be catching the eyes of some other networks. The fact that David Jenkins and cast and crew are starting to share on social media again also seems to be a good sign. Can I guarantee that? Not really, but it seems like the fans are being heard and everyone seems dedicated to keep pushing until something happens.

That said-- in terms of anything that can be done to help with that, @renewasacrew is leading the main charge on how to help. You can follow them here on these socials:

Tumblr: RenewAsACrew Tumblr

Twitter: RenewAsACrew's twitter

Website: RenewAsACrew

I also encourage you to keep an eye out on tumblrs for the renewasacrew tag, there's a lot of great people posting helpful information (I didn't want to make a list and make them feel obligated to keep it up every day though) so just keep an eye out there too.

The main endeavors I know about right now to help are:

Keeping up the momentum in getting signatures for the petition

Calling in to HBOMax and expressing how you feel about it being cancelled (but being polite about it). Here's a helpful guide from @saltpepperbeard if you do decide to do this. As far as I know these are the latest contacts.

If you do decide to go on social medias and advocate for the show, the big thing is stay polite, positive, and use the following hashtags - #RenewAsACrew #SaveOFMD #TheNumbersWereThere. I'm still also adding #OurFlagMeansDeath, and #SaveOurFlagMeansDeath, but in some cases like IG, some sites are blocking the OurFlagMeansDeath tag as spam :/

Aside from that.. if you've done all that, I know a lot of folks are getting burnt out, it's always nice to send a kind note to your fellow crew and telling them they're doing a good job :)

I know a lot of people on twitter are doing things like tweeting @ other networks like @ PrimeVideo, FX, etc and products to gain visibility (the astroglide thing yesterday was crazy, but did work in getting a lot of visibility from a lot of places).

I hope that answers your question and helps a bit-- I obviously can't say if we have a real shot, but I can say the effort has been so immense that we're starting to see responses in cast, crew, and sponsors that seem to indicate interest. I have faith in this crew! Thanks for the ask! Sending Love and Renewal Vibes!

#ofmd #our flag means death #asks #anon asks #renew as a crew #saveofmd #thenumberswerethere

[emarttt]

Just thought of a quick headcanon bc of hermione and Harry's interaction about Romilda and her "potential" love potion and it made me think of a headcanon with Ominis trying to be a mom as he’s told to be (plz be nice it’s my first writing in English ^^):

*Ominis and you were at the library, searching for an old book about ancient runes, you, sitting with a pretty huge pile next to you while your friend was standing, a little book written in braille in the hand*

Ominis : You know, I was thinking about something lately with all latest events but you really should be careful with who you're talking to...

Y/N : It really comes from nowhere… Why's that?

Ominis : For god sake... Come closer.

You executed yourself, coming closer as the Slytherin step forward, knowing where you were due to your clothes’ friction. When he suddenly put a finger on your nose, probably thinking this was your mouth

Y/N : Why are you touching my no-

Ominis : Shhhhh !

Without even moving, he made silence reign between you two, letting you be more confused than ever.

Ominis : Look behind me, you see him?

Y/N : Yeah, that's Gareth Weasley and so what?

The boy let a long sigh get out of his slight mouth.

Ominis : You're really never pay attention... I told you to listen !

Y/N : No, you put your goddamn finger on my nose

Ominis : Stop talking about that ! If you had paid attention, you would've understood what he was saying! He told the guy next to him he was looking to ask you on a date

You actually needed time to process. Letting your eyes slowly following your head as you admired a bit more the Gryffondor. He was definitely not bad looking with his curled up red hair and all those subtle freckles. Always kinda mesmerised by the young man, you answered :

Y/N : What? You mean… for real ?

Ominis : Did you really see me joking around a lot since we first met? It’s Sebastian role to be the stupid one here. Yes for real, I’m surprised you don’t believe it yourself actually

Y/N : What do you mean?

Ominis : Come on … since you arrived everyone seems to be interested in you, it's like they know there’s something special about you and I won't be surprised if some would like to take advantage of it.

Y/N : But, Ominis, I am special and- *OW*! … Sorry…

And he slapped you with the tiny book he was holding since, feeling now a soft pain in your shoulder as you giggled a bit, seeing the natural bored Ominis for the real first time.

Y/N : Didn't know you could aim correctly

Ominis : It's not because I'm blind that I can't hit idiots.

Wrote this at two am yesterday, dunno if it’s good or bad but anyway imagine Ominis being a bit protective bc he’s :

1. Actually jealous but shows it with restraint

2. Trying to catch up Sebastian behaviour who’s been a dick with you (and let you think he’s not into you)

3. Just being a protective mom

I like all three possibilities lmao

#hogwarts legacy imagines #hogwarts legacy #harry potter hogwarts game #harry potter hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy headcanons #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #hogwarts legacy mc #ominis x mc #ominis x reader

[apprenticestanheight]

All is Well That Ends Well - Lawrence Gordon x gn! afab! reader - Part IV

Annnnnnnnnd, an hour and eleven minutes later, here's part four!! the next parts will be released on the seventh and fourteenth and then, unless I can manage to get a lot of writing done in not a lot of time, there'll probably be a bit of a delay between the end of The Beginning and the beginning of The Middle (I promise better titles will be created for these sections I am just. I am just terrible at titling and pull stuff out of a hat a lot of the time) but at the latest, the Middle will start in late march-early april.

Fic type - this one is so smutty, but it's also fluffy, so it's fluff that leads up into smut

Warnings - minors,, DO NOT FUCKING INTERACT THANK YOU, oral, cockwarming, edging (kind of??) mentions of the loss of Lawrences foot + prosthetics and pain and itching associated with wearing them too long

A few days pass, and on that Wednesday, after all of your classes were cancelled from a snowstorm, you wake up at eight and make a list with Aurelie over the phone of things you need to grab, organized by room for your own convenience.

For your bedroom you need to get a nightstand, wardrobe, a lamp or two, and better sheets and blankets than the ones you’d had for a decade, which were on their last legs as it were.

For the bathrooms—of which there are two, one in the primary suite and the other across the hall from one of the other two bedrooms—you need shower curtains, bathmats, and small bins to hold random essentials like pads, tampons, Band-Aids and anything else someone might need short notice, as well as trash cans and garbage bags accordingly.

The living and dining rooms are where stuff gets pricey—you need a couch, love seat, rocking chair, coffee table, television and a stand, curtains, maybe a rug and definitely a dining table.

For one of the other two bedrooms, you require an additional bed and curtains so that it can serve as the guest space. For the other of the two bedrooms, you need curtains, bookshelves, a comfy daybed, a desk and a rolling chair so that it can act as a library-slash-office space for studying and reading.

Since you figure Lawrence is working, Aurelie helps you get most of it. A lot of it came from IKEA for the sake of your own convenience but you refused, blatantly, to buy a bed or couch or even so much as a rocking chair from there, so it was a fairly cheap trip.

You grab the bed from the same spot you got the one you’d bought for yourself six months before, when the bed you’d had got lumpy and it became clear just how old it was—a local furniture store that was a twenty minute drive out and did same-day delivery fee at no additional cost.

The rocking chair, couch, coffee table, love seat, wardrobe and daybed were purchased from a furniture store one of your bosses had recommended. It was a forty minute drive from the condo but so worth it as they delivered to your apartment for only an additional $20.

Once the furniture shopping is complete you grab groceries and are home to unload them at half past four, making quick work of it because all you want to do is lie on your couch and make a bad decision or two.

You call Lawrence, exhausted but wanting to test out the couch in more ways than just sitting on the damn thing, at five o’clock on the dot. He answers on the second ring.

“How’d furniture shopping go?” He greets.

You bite your lip to fend off a smile. “Aurelie did it with me—sorry for not calling you, I figured you were working and the places I went to for the bigger things do delivery—and now I’m just sitting, lonely. Kind of want to order take out, honestly, but Aurelie has studying to do and I’m assuming you’re still at work.”

“Just left, actually,” Lawrence says. “I can come over if you’d like? We can talk for a bit and, assuming there are groceries in your fridge today unlike yesterday, I can make dinner. Takeaway is decent but food that takes effort is good, too.”

“I didn’t come close to spending a quarter of the rainy day fund,” you say. “I told myself I’d spend five thousand at most, and I spent close to five thousand, yeah, but still. The way I see it, I have sixty dollars to blow on take out and if you really must cook me dinner, you can do so Friday night. I like things more even and unless you’d prefer that I spent the $60 on weed, I’d really like to see you.”  

Lawrence laughs. “I think I’ve realized what you aim to get from me,” he says. “I thought I’d be the one making those types of calls or coming into the condo with my spare key and groping you while you read whichever book you’re reading at that point in time.”

You laugh seductively. “That’ll come up in the next few weeks, I imagine,” you say. “However, right now I am exhausted, need something in my something and this couch is way too big for one person. Grabbed an L shaped one so that I could take a nap on it on a lazier Sunday afternoon but today was not lazy or a Sunday. Today was productive and if I don’t see you in the next thirty minutes, I will drive my ass back to where I vaguely remember your house being and knock on a door, one that I can only I hope is yours so that I can make the first $2000 you’ll give me on whichever day within the next week so worth your while that it hurts.”

“You’ll get it Saturday,” Lawrence says. “The first installment.”

“Get your ass to this condo or so help me God—”

“I’ll be there in fifteen,” Lawrence laughs. “Mouthing me off is not recommended.”

“There can’t be too many punishments out there. I like it when pain gets involved. Being thrown and smacked around just gets me wet.”

“There are ways to torture you without being aggressive. Be a good puppy and wait for me, yeah?”

You roll your eyes. One sexual encounter a few days prior and he knows, already, that calling you his puppy is the quickest way to get you to submit.

“Yeah, Lawrence,” you say. “Of course.”

“Good,” he says. “You can wait fifteen minutes without touching yourself, can’t you?”

Without meaning to, you grind helplessly against the hem of your jeans.

“Mhm.”

“Good puppy.”

And then the call is done, and you’re going to your bedroom to swap your day clothes for something more comfortable—a black hoodie you’d owned since you started in the PhD program at 26 that you’d accidentally ordered around six sizes too big—and strip of everything else.

You head back into the living room, clad in nothing but a baggy hoodie. It leaves your clit, folds, and breasts open to the wintery cold updraft, which forces you to grab a throw blanket and toss it over your legs.

The ten minutes to proceed those events are spent reading a romance novel that you’d put on your coffee table for decoration, and when you hear the sound of Lawrences spare key entering the slot on the door, you grin.

He closes the door behind him lightly, grins when he meets your gaze, and you look him over.

He looks good in a way that makes you almost insatiable—navy blue button up shirt, black slacks, white doctors coat hanging loosely off his shoulders. His hair is handsomely unkempt, and he looks like the picture of laidback professionalism.

He takes the white coat off, drapes it over the top of your loveseat.

“You look cute,” he says. “Waited for me on the couch the entire time?”

You nod, standing up without thinking twice about it. “You said to wait. I did.”

He steps towards you, intentionally walking slowly. “Are you wearing anything beneath the hoodie, puppy?”

You shake your head. “I’m not. I always wear the hoodie like this—it’s comfortable for me,” it’s a lie, of course, but you just have to hope it’s not a very obvious one.

“Is it really?” He asks. When you bite your lip, he laughs.

“I don’t like liars,” he says. “If you decided to forgo anything beneath it because of me, you’re allowed to be honest. I find honesty preferable to lies, even if the way that you bite your lip and how fucking good you look makes me want to bend you over the arm of the couch and use you to my preference.”

You nod. “I wore it like this for conveniences sake,” you admit. “Was a bit warm, too, and needed to cool off, even though I regretted that almost instantly because it's the fucking winter. Figured you’d have an easier time touching me if I wore nothing underneath the sweater.”

Lawrence takes another step and is finally within arms reach.

“I’ll buy us dinner,” he says. “You can use the sixty for a nice lingerie set if you want, or maybe a few new books, but I have to get you back for thinking of how to dress in a manner that conveniences me.”

“You’re giving me four thousand dollars this month. I am not letting you buy dinner.”

“New rule, then,” he says. “Rule number four: in addition to the four thousand dollars monthly, I get to buy you dinner and gifts whenever I please.”

“You’re only doing that out of spite,” you say pointedly. “You said four thousand was the max amount you could give me while living within your means.”

“I said it was the amount I could give you, not the max amount,” Lawrence says. “Realistically I could afford close to five thousand, but I figured that spoiling you to some extent would come into play at one point or the next, so I rounded down.”

“Fine,” you nod. “I accept the rule. What’s your favorite color?”

“That’s a tie between dark blue, dark green, and maroon,” he says. “Why do you ask?”

You bite your bottom lip lightly. “While I am privy to owning a decent set to feel confident once in a while, I do want it to look so good that you can’t resist the urge to see what’s underneath. Your favorite color is the place to start in figuring that out, one would think.”

He puts one hand on your hip, a smirk kicking up the corner of his mouth. “I won’t be needed at work until nine tomorrow morning,” he says. “I’m going to make this worth it for us both, mm?”

You nod. All you want him to do is either start rubbing your clit while he kisses you, or for his fingers to be in your mouth again.

“Hows the oral fixation?”

“Still doing it’s thing,” you say, biting your lip again. “Why?”

“Be a good puppy for me and kneel, Y/N.”

You do as he says without having to think twice, becoming eye-level with his half hard cock and almost moaning as you look at it.

“What do you wanna do from where you are?” Your gaze goes to his.

Your tongue pokes out from between your lips, and suddenly thoughts of sucking him off cloud your mind entirely.

“Go on, puppy. Speak.”

“Wanna suck you off,” you whisper. “Wanna—oh my God. Lawrence please—”

“Do as you please, puppy,” he whispers. “I’m not gonna tell you no.”

You lean in, smelling him through his pants before you undo the zipper, button, and pull them and his boxers down, taking his half hard cock into your mouth within seconds.

“Good—holy fuck,” Lawrence moans. “Your mouth is amazing.”

You hum in response, tongue finding the underside of his length and setting a pace that clearly drives Lawrence a little insane. When a hand falls to your hair and he sets a pace of his own, you let him, just enjoying the feeling of his cock in your mouth.

He finishes in your mouth a few minutes later, and you swallow his cum without thinking. It makes him laugh even as he apologises for coming so suddenly, wiping what of it had dribbled to your chin after he’s helped you stand.

He presses his thumb against your bottom lip and you take it into your mouth, getting the cum off of it and grinning slightly when he thanks you for the deed.

He sits down on the long end of the couch, having pulled his boxers and his pants back up.  

His gaze meets yours, and he smirks. “C’mere, puppy. Sit on my lap.”

You do as he tells you, sitting on his lap so that your thighs sit on either side of his. His hands find your hips pretty quickly, and all you want to do is kiss him, but you refrain.

“Did Aurelie offer to help, or did you ask?” Lawrence asks.

“I called,” you laugh a bit. “Defeating the hyper independence one phone call at time, I guess. Plus, she wasn’t working and told me to call her if I needed anything. My mind has been pretty fuzzy since last night, when I tried to think of everything I’d need to buy, and I called her to avoid having a breakdown. Without her helping me figure stuff out and then going with me to grab it I would’ve cried a lot more today, to say the least of it.”

“Good,” Lawrence says. “And you called me because you were alone, horny, and needing company?”

You nod. “I know our first—encounter—was the other day, but I just—”

Lawrence nods like he understands, and part of you believes that he does. “Can I kiss you, puppy?”

“Please, Lawrence.”

And then his lips are on yours, and he’s letting you press his back against the couch as your hands cup his face and sit at the bottom end of his neck, and it’s so, so easy to get lost in it.

Lawrences tongue darts out to your bottom lip while one of his hands moves from your hip to your clit, resulting in the sound of a hushed gasp befalling your lips. Lawrence uses it to his advantage, tongue finding its way into your mouth while he rubs excruciatingly slow circles around your clit.

“Lawrence,” you moan, desperately clenching around nothing in order to avoid grinding down onto him. “Oh, Lawrence. Please.”

“Not yet, puppy,” he whispers, pulling away from your lips just enough to talk. “You got a bit mouthy earlier, yeah?”

You bite your lip, nodding slightly.

“Well, I believe I made a point about there being ways to punish you that don’t involve pain?”

“Mm,” you hum. “You’re not going to be needed at work until nine tomorrow, which means—”

“Realistically, I don’t have a need to be home until around one, which means I have you until at least midnight, which is, what? Six and a half hours out?”

“Lawrence—” you whimper. “Please, sir. Please don’t make me wait that long.”

“Aw, you think using an honorific is gonna make me take mercy? Puppy, I love it when you address me as such, but you did this to yourself, yeah? You can’t tell me what to do, sweetness. I’m the one who does the ordering. Be a good puppy for the next thirty minutes and I promise, the punishment stops and the reward begins, okay?”

You clench around air again, nod and let him go back to kissing you.

He kisses you until your head is spinning, and when he pulls away, you find that it’s only been a few minutes. Your head rests on his shoulder as you catch your breath, both of his hands returning to your hips.

“Take my cock out of my boxers for me, yeah?”

“Had you kept the pants and boxers off, it would’ve been easier,” you sass before you can stop yourself.

Lawrences response is a nod, a kiss to the side of your head. “Do as I say, puppy,” he says. “Good puppies get treats, and if you don’t do as I say, you’ll just be punished until midnight, and when I leave, you’ll have gotten a free dinner but sexually? You’ll be dissatisfied for at least another few days.”

“Sorry, Lawrence.” You lift yourself off him and pull his pants and boxers down, waiting for him to do the last of the work before you sit on his lap again, hovering just over his length.

“It’s okay, puppy,” he whispers, kissing your cheekbone. “You’re allowed to stop hovering.”

“If I don’t, then you’ll—I’ll—do you want us to use condoms?”

“I got a vasectomy in October, and Plan B pills are a thing,” he says. “You said you were clear for STIs, so I’m not worried. Go on, Y/N, but only if you’re comfortable.”

You slide yourself onto him, letting yourself be split open by his length, watching the way that he reacts to it.

The way that Lawrence reacts has to be one of the most attractive things you’ve ever seen—he rests his arms on the back of the couch, and as soon as you’ve taken the tip, his head tilts back.

When you’re close to bottoming out, a long, depraved, drawn out “fuck,” falls from his gorgeous lips.

When you do bottom out, you let yourself moan, let your head fall onto Lawrences shoulder.

“Gotta stay still, puppy,” Lawrence says. “No moving, yeah?”

You whimper, biting down onto Lawrences shoulder in order to keep yourself from doing so.

“I know, Y/N. Twenty minutes until six, mm?” He laughs, one hand slipping beneath the sweater you wear. “You can’t react, either. No clenching, no moving, nothing. Biting, moaning, and whimpering are allowed, though. You’re cute when you get needy, so it seems.”

His hand finds your lower stomach and he presses down, and you have to fight every single reactive urge to do as you’ve been told. Instead, you moan lewdly, the pressure of your bite against his clothed shoulder increasing.

“Good puppy,” he praises, his voice a whisper. “Oh, you really are a good listener. You like how this feels?”

“Lawrence,” you moan desperately. “’M sorry about the bite—I’m scared I might’ve bruised.”

You kiss the area of his shoulder you’d bitten while he laughs.

“You’re just doing as I told you, yeah? The pain wasn’t bad compared to the other stuff I’ve been through.”

At that, you remember his foot, or lack thereof, and just how long he's probably been wearing his prosthesis, which just has to hurt by that point. But no, of course you'd completely forgotten about potential discomfort when horny and wanting, though it was something you had taken account for when you'd talked in not-sexually-driven situations.

“Shit!” You curse. “I’m so sorry—I just—”

“I try not to make a huge deal of it,” he says. “It’s really no concern.”

When he finds that you still look a little unsure, he laughs and presses a kiss to your lips. “It’s all right, puppy. I promise, I'm fine. Nothing hurts, aches, or itches as far as my footless leg is concerned, yeah? Just relax for me, mm?”

You nod, still feeling guilty. Lawrence presses a kiss to your forehead and the next twenty minutes are spent with him letting you thrust once or twice every few minutes, his fingers rubbing slow circles around your clit.

When six hits, Lawrence beams. “You’re allowed to move,” he says. “But don’t come yet, yeah? Wanna spread you out on this couch.”

You do as he says, setting a pace that’s just quick enough to make you teeter along the edge within minutes but not enough to come. When Lawrence has had enough, he tells you as much, telling you to get off of him and lie on your back.

You do as he tells you, watching him take off his shirt and tie like it’s a strip show. When finally his lips are on you again, he’s kissing your thighs and making his way to where you need him most.

Once there, he presses a kiss against your clit, then runs his tongue gently through your folds.

“You’re so wet,” he laughs. “You really do get turned on easily, mm?”

Your response comes as a half-laugh, half whimper, and it just eggs Lawrence on. His tongue attaches itself to your clit and you clench around pretty much nothing, one hand finding your nipple beneath the sweater while the other grips the back of the couch like it’s a lifeline.

“Lawrence,” you moan as his lips and tongue move down to your hole. You pinch your nipple between your fingers and Lawence laughs at how desperate you sound for him.

His nose presses against your clit and you grind against him, moaning lewdly. “You're using your fucking nose—ohmygod,” you moan, having a split second wherein you don’t care about how loud you’re being. “Oh, fuck, Lawrence—”

Although he’d only gotten divorced four, maybe five months beforehand, it’s clear that he knows what he’s doing—whether it’s muscle memory from the early days of his marriage or something he’d picked up in the time since his divorce, you’re glad for it.

“Lawrence—ohmyfuckinggod—” you grind against his face and he laughs, nodding slightly.

“Use me, baby,” he says, pressing a kiss to your clit. “Use my mouth, yeah? Don’t worry about anything, just focus on yourself.”

You do as he says, letting yourself set a pace while Lawrrences hands move up to your stomach.

“Fuck, Lawrence,” you moan, inches away from releasing over his face. “Lawrence—I—”

“Go ahead,” he presses his tongue flat against your clit as you grind against him and that’s basically the final straw—when he buries his face in your cunt again, you cum over his face with your thighs pressing against the sides of it, holding him in place slightly.

He stays with you through the aftershocks and comes up to kiss you once all is said and done, and once again—depraved but so fucking hot because you can taste yourself on his tongue. The kiss is intense but also everything you need to relax, and when Lawrence pulls away, you tell him there are wash cloths in the bathroom and that he’s welcome to take a shower if he sees fit, but you’re exhausted and sprawled out over the couch is the way you aim to stay.

He leaves your side and is back twenty minutes later with a damp washcloth, which he runs over your exposed cunt and then himself. He helps you get to standing and leads you to the primary suite, grabbing you a pair of sweatpants and a baggy sweater after locating them easily in your wardrobe. You wobble back to the living room while Lawrence gets dressed again, plopping into the rocking chair you’ve placed in the corner of the room.

Lawrence checks the couch for stains and both of you are surprised to find that there are none, though Lawrence cleans the area anyway before he calls and orders delivery to your apartment.

“I know we said no staying post-coitus,” you murmur. “But—you have until midnight, yeah? Stay for a while.”

Lawrence nods. “I’ll at least stay for a while after dinner,” he says. You stand, sit in the love seat. Lawrence sits down next to you, wraps an arm around your shoulders. “I do want to get to know you more—I feel like we don’t know each other as well as we should.”

You smirk. “I’m entitled to my secrets, and you are to yours.”

“Yes, that is a fair point, but part of me wants to know everything about you that’s not a secret, Y/N.”

“Don’t forget one of the first rules we made—you’re not allowed to fall in love with me.”

“I wouldn’t hate loving you in the platonic sense of the word,” Lawrence says. “That’s what I aim to do.”

You hum, press a kiss to his shoulder. “’Mkay,” you nod. “Loving me platonically is allowed, says the judge of whatever the fuck this is going to turn into.”

Lawrence laughs.

For a split second, you feel the urge to freeze the moment in time, to treasure the simple domesticity of it.

You want to stay in that pocket of time forever, Lawrences arm wrapped around your shoulders, your cheek pressed just above his chest, so blissful that nothing else in the world matters to you or him, so well hidden away from the rest of the world that nothing can find you or be bothered with looking.

You brush it off quickly—the first rule of the agreement had been that you weren’t allowed to fall in love with each other. You were not going to start falling for a man you could not have, one that would not want you in turn.

#lawrence gordon #lawrence gordon x reader #saw (2004) #saw posting #sawposting

[fallen-stark]

lazy song, e.m.

summary: the tour life gets tiring when days and days go by without adequate sleep or you by his side. so when there were finally a few days between tour dates, he was able to take a much-needed break.

pairing: metalhead!eddie munson x fem!reader

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warnings: a glimpse of smut (mdni), eating out, dirty talk, aftercare, mentions of masturbation, fluff, lots of just overall adorable eddie.

a/n: this is the first oneshot i've written in a long time so i'm sorry if it turns out poorly. and if it does, as siblings in christ y'all are obligated to tell me <3 enjoy! p.s. i listened to bruno mar's the lazy song while writing this.

eddie munson graduated in 1986. soon after, he rose to fame with his band, corroded coffin. with his number one supporter, y/n, beside him at all times.

but he needed a break.

just like every metalhead eventually does. he needed to take some time for himself and really experience his happiness, and he wanted to do that with you.

"today, i don't feel like doing anything," eddie said to you through the phone. "i just wanna lay in my bed, ya know?"

"of course, darling. you deserve it. i'm sure the tour has been super hectic. you deserve a day of rest," you twirled your hair.

"with all the calls from my manager, i just don't feel like picking up my phone."

"so, tell them to leave a message at the tone," you giggled at him. the life of a metalhead.

after a couple more minutes of speaking to one another, you both hang up the phone. you had been packing for your flight that night when your boyfriend of three years called to check up on you. you had taken the initiative to surprise him on tour, knowing all the information you needed to see eddie, thanks to gareth. so you were on the latest flight that night so you could see him tomorrow morning, knowing he need to get some rest- something that wasn't going to be happening when you were there.

eddie, however, couldn't get his mind off of you. he really didn't feel like doing anything and luckily, he could do just that since the band had a couple of days before they had to go back on the bus.

so there he was, sitting on the couch when he decided that he was going to kick his feet up and stare at the fan. he grabbed the remote and turned the tv on.

eddie's mind still made its way back to you. the thought of you. god, he loved you so much. the way you supported him, your constant love and affection, the smile you always wore, your unique curves, and your body... eddie bit his lip, the growing bulge in his pants.

fuck it.

he threw his hand in his pants. hell, nobody's gon' tell him he can't. he had his own room, no bandmates. his own privacy.

and what other way best to relax than this?

he just wished you were there with him.

the next day came too soon. the sun cascading his face as it made its presence known from the crack in the curtains. he sighed and covered his head with the pillow. he wanted just a couple more hours of sleep since he was so sleep deprived due to the constant rattling of the bus and the inability to sleep next to his girlfriend. something he couldn't get used to the last few months.

there were three small knocks on his hotel door.

he laid there, thinking it was just housekeeping. why would they knock if he had the do not disturb sign on the doorknob? maybe it was a mistake. he shook it off, not moving from his bed.

three more knocks.

oh god, it was probably his manager. eddie didn't answer any phone calls yesterday. in fact, the only person he talked to was you. you both had agreed on a specific time to call that worked for both of you since you were getting your masters and him on tour. he wouldn't miss that phone call even if he was out in the middle of the desert. he would make it work.

three more knocks, harder this time.

eddie sighed and stood up, walking to his hotel door.

more knocks.

"i'm coming!" he grumbled.

opening the door to see his door's abuser, he was about to give a firm talking to- you. you stood there, a bag on your arm and your suitcase handle in your hand.

"hi, eds," you beamed.

"y/n!"

if eddie was ever framed for murder, it would be because he hugged someone so hard that he accidentally unalived 'em.

"eds, squishing, me, need, oxygen," you said in between breaths.

eddie pulled away from you, hands on your arms. he couldn't believe you were there. he cupped your cheeks, the biggest smile on his face.

"i can't believe you're here! how did you-"

"gareth told me all the details so i could surprise you!"

he kissed your forehead and pulled you in again.

"god, i missed you so much, y/n. you have no idea," he held you close, his right hand playing with your hair. he was scared to let go of you, thinking that if he did then you would disappear and that this was just a really nice dream.

"you gonna let me in or are we gonna make love in the hall?" you asked, taking in his scent. you missed him so much.

it had been three months since the two of you last saw each other. so a reunion was much needed.

eddie flushed and nodded, grabbing your bags since you had dropped them with a sudden embrace. "make love, huh?" he raised an eyebrow.

you giggled and nodded, him setting down your bags onto the couch. you took in his appearance. he had a bedhead, something you missed seeing on him. his smile was contagious, while he stood in his boxers. you grabbed his hand, intertwining fingers.

before you knew it, his lips were on yours.

he tasted intoxicating. his lips meshing perfectly with yours. his right hand held yours, his left cupping your cheek as he caressed soft circles onto your skin.

his hand lowered from your cheek to your neck, tightening his grip slightly. you grinned into the kiss, biting his lip and pulling on it gently before completely stepping away from him.

"c'mon, mr. metalhead," you winked as you stepped away from him, walking towards the bed that was separated from the living and kitchen rooms. "let's have some really nice sex."

"fuck, eddie! this is great!" you screamed out, hands in his hair.

eddie was a god with the way his mouth worked your heat. his tongue ran up your slit to be met with your clit, but he didn't do anything. his breath against your mound caused you to shiver, you looked down at him, eyes meeting. "I've dreamt about you every night this week, pretty girl."

you swallowed, breathing heavy. you bit your lip. his lips came in contact with your clit. eyes never leaving yours. your mouth opened to an 'o' shape as he sucked. your nerves sensitive to his touch.

"fuck, fuck, fuck," you moaned as he continued his worked his mouth.

eddie was eating you out like he was starved. like he hadn't had anything to eat in months. it was intense. it was everything you missed.

as you focused on his movements, your eyes shut and your head back as he licked and sucked. you bit your lip as you started to feel like you were high. his hands gripped your thighs, pulling you closer to him, if that was even possible.

he wanted you to cum. he wanted you to scream his name so everyone knew you were his. he didn't care if the phone ringing was the hotel staff. he didn't care if his bandmates couldn't sleep. he waited so long to feel you. to have you to himself. to take you. to worship you.

"eddie-"

he kept going.

"eds, baby..."

he looked up at you and gave you a devilish smile. he moved his fingers to your entrance, tongue still working its magic on your clit as his fingers entered your pussy.

"oh my god, eddie," you cried out, his hand moved from your thigh to your hand, holding it as he kept sucking.

"you're so pretty, baby," he muttered between sucking. "such a pretty girl, coming all the way here for me."

his fingers quickened. in and out. in and out. in and out.

it had been so deprived of his touch. it was like his fingers were heaven. and his dick? you couldn't wait to feel him. he'd make you meet god.

"cum for me, pretty girl."

and you did. hard. his fingers not stopping, giving your body chills as you rode out your high. your hips meeting his fingers, eyes droopy as you looked at him. he tasted your juices, fingers slowing down, appreciating your pussy by pushing your juices back into your pussy. fuck, he couldn't wait for that to be his cum.

eddie held you as you both lay sprawled out in the white sheets. "after the tour, i might mess around and get my college degree," he whispered to you as he drew circled onto your arm. your head on his chest.

"yeah?" you looked at him, a little shocked at his statement.

"yeah, i bet my old man would be so proud of me," he laughed lightly. "i wanna teach little ones how to be metalheads."

you glanced up at him, kissing him softly. "i think that would be amazing. i think you'll go so far, eds. doing whatever you want to. you're so determined," you said as you moved the small hairs that were sticking to his face with sweat. "and i'll be here every step of the way."

eddie hummed as he pulled you on top of him. hands on your thighs as he pulled you down to meet his lips.

"mmm... but sorry, pops, you'll just have to wait," he said as he deepened the kiss.

and with him hardening under you, you knew your night was far from over.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson smut #joseph quinn #joe quinn #stranger things #eddie munson x female reader #edward munson #eddie stranger things #eddie my love #eddie my beloved #stranger things eddie #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things imagine #stranger things season four #eddiemunsonfluff

[mccallw]

wolfstar microfic January 08 - sketch

It’s not the first time Sirius goes to this park. They quite like it, to be honest. It’s not too nosey, it’s not too calm. There’s people walking their dogs, cute couples going on dates, old people going for walks, families with their kids playing on the grass, some stray cats demanding pets from strangers…

It’s nice, and does wonders for his sketchbook. Lately though… so there’s this one stranger. A stranger that has Sirius hooked. A stranger that may be the reason they keep coming back to the park, besides all the other reasons for why he likes it.

They’re the prettiest person Sirius has ever seen. They have beautiful sun kissed skin, a few scars scattered all over their body. They’re tall and always wearing oversized clothes, and always reading a different book, and they look honestly breathtaking. Sirius hasn’t been able to stop sketching them ever since he laid his eyes on them.

And it’s been almost a month since… and Sirius has tried to gather some balls and walk over to them, give them one of their sketches and maybe ask them out, or whatever, honestly, Sirius doesn’t mind as long as he gets to keep the pretty stranger in his life, somehow.

Today he’s going to do it. The stranger is wearing forest green cargo pants and an oversized beige jumper and they put beads on their head and they have a lot of rings and jewelry today so maybe Sirius isn’t going to do this today.

Yeah. Tomorrow it is.

But then tomorrow comes and Sirius can’t manage to do it, again, and it goes like that for at least another week.

And, one day, while in the middle of his internal debate if he should approach the stranger or not, the unimaginable happens.

The stranger is walking in Sirius’ way.

Oh no. Oh God. Oh shit.

Shit, shit, shit, shit–

“Hi,” they smile. Sirius is sitting down against a tree. Sirius’ ears melt. Sirius is malfunctioning. “So uh,” they chuckle and oh fuck. “I forgot my book here yesterday, so I was wondering if you maybe– if you saw someone took it or something?” they ask, a beautiful, lovely smile over scarred lips and Sirius knows they're staring but fucking hell.

“Oh um, hello,” he says, a bit breathless, a bit awkward. He clears his throat, “No. I- no, not really.” He admits, a blush warming his cheeks. He doesn’t really stare at the stranger’s directions once they leave. “Sorry darling.”

The stranger smiles a little wider and Sirius blushes deeper.

“That’s alright.” They sigh. “Mind if I take a seat?” They point to the spot beside Sirius, and they nod, not hiding his sketchbook. He realizes this a little too late, “oh, wow that’s me!” The pretty stranger gasps, and Sirius follows the direction of their eyes –pretty, pretty amber eyes– to find his latest drawing of them.

“Oh… yeah,” Sirius tries to hide their embarrassment with a chuckle. “I wanted to give you a sketch for a while but um…” He looks up to find the stranger staring at him already, which makes him flush even more.

The stranger smiles. “You’re very skilled.” They nod, and his hand –big hand, long fingers, many rings– reaches subtly, “can I keep it?”

Sirius nods frantically. “Of course.” He ruffles a bit until he finds his pen and pauses. “What’s your name? If you don’t mind me asking…” The stranger smiles.

“Remus.” Is all they say. His smile is so bright and Sirius gets lost a little in it, which seems to amuse Remus.

“Remus,” he repeats, and it sounds right.

“Mhm. What’s yours?”

“Sirius,” they answer, at the same time he scribbles Remus at the bottom right of the sketch. Underneath it, he signs it with his name.

“So, Sirius,” Remus says after Sirius has given them their drawing. “Wanna go on a date with me?”

Sirius eyes open wide and they’re beaming, they know they are but how could they not?

“Yes.”

And Remus beams right back at him.

--

@wolfstarmicrofic

#wolfstar #wolfstar microfic #sirius x remus #remus x sirius #meet cute #i think #sirius and remus #remus lupin #sirius black #they/them remus #he/they sirius

[skiifff]

“Anger Management”

Small Adokoga fanfic

Adonis has always been there for Koga. Even if he himself was feeling down, there would always be time for Koga. In most of these scenarios, it would be Koga ranting over the phone with him about the latest things that has been bothering him.

Today, Adonis noticed Koga acting a little off during their training together with the rest of their unit. He was a little bit more aggressive with words and was being ignorant towards Rei. This didn’t hurt Rei’s feelings, however Adonis was a bit curious to why Koga was feeling like this.

After training, Adonis walks over to Koga, who was preparing to head to his room.

“You doing ok?” Adonis asks as Koga quickly hides his face from view

“Yeah. Im just not myself today” Koga responds in a calm tone, different from what Adonis heard during training.

“Well, do you wanna talk about?” Adonis asks.

“No.” Koga says as he begins to dash out of the room, Rei and Kaoru getting knocked over by the force of Koga’s push between them.

“Whats up with that guy..” Kaoru asks as Rei helps him up.

Adonis walks over to the 2 guys and reassures them that Koga is doing ok, even though he also is heavily concerned for Koga.

Later that night, Adonis messages Koga if he wants to talk about it over call. Shortly after, Adonis gets a call notification from Koga, which he quickly answers.

“Koga?” Adonis says into the phone, “How are you?”. For a few minutes, all Adonis could hear over the phone is just silence, occasionally hearing Koga’s breathing. “Koga, I cant help you if you are being unresponsive”. Adonis says as he continues to hear silence and occasional breathing.

Just then, Adonis hears a different noise coming from the line, sniffling.

“Koga..?”

After saying his name, Koga begins to speak in a rather shaky but almost angry tone.

“I.. I can’t..”

Adonis is confused as he continues to listen as Koga continues sobbing.

“Koga, take deep breaths please.” Adonis says, trying to calm Koga down so he could explain to him whats happening. In return, Koga does what Adonis asked.

After calming down, Koga begins to speak, still sniffling.

“Before training.. these group of people in the streets.. were talking bad about me..” Koga pauses before continuing.

“They saw me walk past them and..” Adonis can hear how Koga’s voice started to shaken up once more, probably from pure anger.

“And they started throwing stuff at me!” Koga growls as he continues to scream about these people.

“I might not be the best idol, but they should at least have some respect towards me!” He screams before going silent, sobbing once more.

“Koga.. Im sorry that happened to you.” Adonis says, trying to comfort his sobbing friend over the phone. “Is there any way I could make you feel better?” Adonis asks calmly as he waits for a response.

“I know its late already.. but you wanna meet up somewhere.. maybe outside our rooms?”

“Anything for you, my friend.” Adonis says as he ends the call and prepares to exit his room.

They both meet up. Adonis seeing Koga’s face, all blushed up and eyes light red from crying.

Before leaving his room, he grabbed some leftover meat that he had from yesterdays dinner to give to Koga, hoping to make him feel better.

“For you, Koga.” Adonis hands the bowl with meat inside. Koga smiles as he carefully grabs the bowl from Adonis’ hands.

“Thank you.” Koga softly says as he holds the bowl in his hand to feast on after their meetup.

“You know, you mean a lot to me, Adonis.” Koga says as he stands in front of him. Adonis softly smiles and wraps his arms around Koga, Koga still holding the bowl as he is shocked from the sudden movement.

“You mean a lot to me, and other people too, Koga. Don’t let a small group of people get to you next time.” He continues to hug Koga as Koga begins to lower his head onto Adonis’ shoulder, sniffling.

Koga later died that day.

The meat that Adonis gave him was marinated with rat poison. Which was purposely put in there by Adonis himself to finally get rid of Koga. The actual leftover meat is still sitting in Adonis’ fridge.

Adonis gets ready for another day of training, happier than ever.

#ensemble stars #enstars #undead #koga oogami #adonis otogari #adokoga #enstars angst

[katefiction]

Those eyes II: Chapter 8-Epilogue by @a-lifelessface [English]

Thank you so much to @clmarelich0824 for the translation!

Chapter 8

“The key to chaos.  Part II”

Chelsea, London

In less than 10 minutes, Catherine parked her car and took the bag and the two folders from the back seat to enter the house, in a few more minutes Matt would arrive as agreed, but she was already sorry from the moment she hung up the call. What would you say to Matt? Why did you call him? She just wanted to vent, get the attention of someone more understandable...

On the way to the apartment, he thought of other possibilities, he could have called August, Pippa or even his mother, but the first person who came to his mind was Matt.

In order to put something more comfortable, Catherine took a quick shower before Matt arrived, the folders with the drawing notebook were placed on the dining table and as much as she wanted she still could not have an opinion about it, obviously the drawings with an obscene content made her very embarrassed, they were too specific, full of intimate details that caused her disgust.

John was very talented, this was a fact, but his drawings were somewhat disturbing because they showed an intimacy with Catherine that she did not want, an intimacy that made her uncomfortable and lost. Since yesterday, when he arrived at Kensington Palace he had not stopped to think about it, he ended up being distracted by Natalie and Mary, the official appointment - which thank God happened perfectly - although she did not like the answer he gave to the reporter and then a new discussion with William.

Now sitting on the couch, wearing wool socks and sweatshirt, Catherine stopped to think that since the day that the damn photo of William with that Catarina - name that William made a point of informing - went viral, things got cold between the two, they were not a couple to fight a lot, but last week this started to get very frequent.

Catherine felt more and more distant from her boyfriend, she felt that love had diminished and in her view he seemed too accommodated with their relationship and this made her lose her charm involuntarily. With that, she admits that she began to notice other men around her, Matt was one of them. With John's departure from the National Gallery, Matt was hired and soon became friends with Catherine, but she had not noticed him otherwise, until a few weeks ago and obviously it was not something she would like, but for some reason she was attracted to him.

The doorbell rang and Catherine jumped off the couch to open the door, afraid she walked to the entrance.

“Hi. ― said Catherine.

“Hi, how are you?” said Matt, leaning against the door frame.

“Come in here.” replied Catherine, pulling him by the hand.

The intimacy between Matt and Catherine was very limited, they had long conversations about all kinds and any kind of subject, but they rarely had any kind of physical contact, except for the last meeting where Matt took her by the waist causing a wave of electricity in her body, but now due to the latest events, all he thought of doing as soon as he closed the door was hug Matt. A strong hug that left him surprised, Matt surrounded his waist while she supported her head on his shoulder.

“I think I screwed up with Will.” she whispered.

“What do you mean?” he asked letting her go.

Catherine took him to the sofa in the living room, Matt already knew that they had fought a few times because of John, but she told everything again, talked about how she felt distant from William and how his self-indulgence bothered her, talked about being upset by his talk to the reporter... Matt listened to her carefully, making some comments from time to time.

“But what about you, Kate? You said that William is accommodated, don't you think you are too?” Matt asked cautiously.

“What do you mean?” Catherine looked at her confused.

“In my opinion, you are accommodated, why don't you talk to William about it? Maybe he's not even noticing... You should tell him if something bothers you, if you really like him it's worth trying…" said Matt.

“Do you think so?”

“You like him, don't you?”

“I love William…" she said looking into Matt's eyes. “but sometimes I feel like it's cold... I can't explain…"

“I know how it is…" he replied softly.

“Matt…"

“About what happened in your living room…" Matt started and Catherine immediately red. “I'm sorry, I don't know what happened to me…"

“No need to apologize! Nothing happened.” Catherine replied by getting up.

“I said that about the drawings, but it was in reference to the ones you were wearing. You are beautiful, Kate! And he was extraordinary in the details of his eyes, in the shape of his mouth... The way you sit…"

“Matt, no…" Catherine swallowed it dry. “Don't tell me those things.”

“P-Why?” asked Matt, getting up too.

“Because John hurt me a lot and the fact that he captured all this, turned it into drawings and still had the courage to hurt me the way he hurt me makes me confused. I don't know how to deal with it.” replied Catherine.

“I get it, I'm sorry…" said Matt taking her hand. “Maybe we should change the subject, do something else... What do you think?”

“A movie, maybe? We can order something to eat…” suggested Catherine, gently moving away from him.

“Great idea. Shall we order fish and chips? I know you love it.” said Matt, making Catherine immediately remember William, he would have said exactly the same thing.

“Okay.” Catherine replied, going to the kitchen, Matt took the cell phone to place the order.

The food arrived very quickly, so Catherine and Matt turned off the lights and sat on the sofa in the living room to watch a suspense movie, chosen by her, while drinking a glass of wine and eating her favorite food.

William took a few minutes to reason that Catherine left his house, but immediately did not want to give his arm to twist, before he would cool his head and then go after her to try to solve the situation.

While taking a shower, I was thinking about the possibilities I had to please Catherine, maybe I could suggest that she send him an email or even a letter, William could request that one of his security guards deliver the correspondence if that was her wish... William could promise to be more tolerant on issues involving John and even Matt.

Of one thing he was sure: he was not willing to give up his relationship with Catherine.

Stoping to think, these fights are nothing compared to the love he feels for her, just as he is sure that she also feels the same, the tension between them needs to end once and for all. Determined to put an end to these fights and disagreements, the prince rode his motorcycle and went straight to Catherine's apartment.

William left his motorcycle and helmet in the parking lot and walked to the entrance of her apartment, it was all dark so he decided to pick up his cell phone to call, but it was at that moment that he realized that he had forgotten his phone at home.

He assumed that Catherine was sleeping and his only alternative at the moment was to ring the doorbell, approached the door and can already hear the noise of the television... Well, that's a good sign, after all I wasn't going to wake her up.

Stopped in front of her door, William took a deep breath and with his left hand pressed the doorbell and waited.

The doorbell rang and Catherine's whole body froze, added to the tension of the film she was startled when she heard the noise and took a few seconds to act.

“Kate? Love, it's me.” called William from the outside. Catherine got up in a jump. Matt turned white like paper and didn't dare move.

“I think you'd better answer the door.” said Matt swallowing it dry. Catherine ran towards the door without saying anything.

With fear, he unlocked the door and turned the handle slowly, opened the door and had the vision of William leaning against the door frame with his hand in his pocket.

“Will... ― said Catherine feeling guilty.

As much as he hadn't done anything too much, he didn't know how to explain to William what Matt was doing in his house right after their fight.

“Hi, beautiful!” said William already entering the apartment and picking her up by the waist. “I came to apologize, I want to solve everything with you... I don't want to be like this with you…" he said leaning her body against the wall of the living room.

“Ah, Will.” she replied, swallowing dry and looking in the direction of the sofa where Matt was standing looking at both of them.

The lights were off and William turned his confused head towards the couch and his heart jumped, his whole body became rigid. His gaze alternated between the television, the standing figure staring at him, the glasses and the bottle of wine on the coffee table.

“What the fuck is this?” William shouted, releasing Catherine's body.

“C-calm down, I can explain…" said Catherine with her hands on her chest.

“CALM DOWN? ARE YOU ASKING ME TO CALM DOWN?” shouted William, tapping his hand hard on the light switch to be able to see clearly.

Matt got up pale white, but still stared at William without saying anything.

“Will, love... I called Matt here because I wanted to vent, I was sad.” said Catherine desperately trying to take his hand.

William started laughing. Laugh at despair, hate, hurt.

“You can only be kidding me! Is this a prank? We argue and you just leave and call this asshole to your house? What the fuck is that!?” said William with bitterness.

“Relax, man! It's no big deal.” Matt intervened, walking towards William.

In two steps, William caught up with Matt and with only one hand caught him by the collar pressing him on the window wall. Catherine screamed desperately.

“AH, YOU BASTARD!” William shouted angrily. Catherine grabbed him screaming for him to release Matt.

William lifted Matt off the ground, making him run out of air.

“HAVE YOU LOST your VOICE NOW? LET'S GO! DON'T YOU HAVE THE STRENGTH TO DEFEND YOURSELF? RETAR, YOU PIECE OF SHIT! REVIDA!” William was screaming and now his two hands were on Matt's neck who had no strength to push him.

“William, stop! Please stop it!” begged Catherine, uselessly trying to get William to let him go. Matt had his whole face red.

“W-williamm, ― tried to speak Matt. ― please. ― only a thread of voice came out of his throat.

“Will, no.” the panic in Catherine's voice. “You're scaring me.” William let go of Matt who coughed and tried to breathe.

“Get out of my face, before I break you whole. Come on, get out!” William shouted, catching Matt by the arm and threw him out of the door. Matt looked desperately at Catherine.

“Go, Matt! Go!” said Catherine, grabbing William's hand because she was afraid that he would fly on Matt again.

“William, please calm down.” whispered Catherine. William got rid of her arms.

“I can't even look at you.” said William looking away from her with both hands on his head.

“Love…"

“Don't call me love... You me…" he took a deep breath. “Kate, why did you do this to me?”

“William, that's not what you're thinking about.” she said desperate. “Let's sit down and talk... I, I can explain everything, there was nothing, I swear. I love you. I would never do that.”

“There are limits in which a man can accept to be rejected and humiliated, you have already extrapolated.” said William crossing his arms, he looked everywhere but at her face.

“I didn't kiss Matt! I didn't betray you.” Catherine said vehemently. William put his hand on his stomach because he felt nauseous.

“Even if you didn't kiss, you betrayed my trust.” he said looking at the table. Two notebooks caught your attention.

‘Don't see that…” she said shaking from head to toe. William took a step towards the table, Catherine tried to stop him but it was too late. To Catherine's bad luck, he took the second notebook and opened it.

Catherine didn't move anymore, it would be useless.

“Kate?” said William with a choked voice. He couldn't distinguish what he felt.

“I-I, I, I can explain.” whispered Catherine next to him. William threw the notebook on the table.

“I'll make it easy for you…" said William looking deep into her eyes. The blue in the green. “It's over. Today. Now.”

“How did it end?” Catherine replied, grabbing him.

“My coming here was very enlightening. I hope you are happy and free now.” said William, letting go of Catherine's hug and walking with great strides out of the house.

“No, no, no, no!” begged Catherine, running after him. “William come back here, let's understand each other, let's talk.”

William got on the bike, put on his helmet and left accelerating as much as he could without even looking back, leaving Catherine crying copiously as the icy wind beat rudely on his face, his body was cold and his heart shattered.

The prince seemed in a state of shock, all he did was accelerate, accelerate and accelerate. His mind turned into a white figure and disconnected words appeared in his head, he drove aimlessly along the city's highways, the strong wind beating against him, it was all so intense, but at the same time so meager.

He felt betrayed and humiliated, how was Catherine able to do that to him? What had you done so wrong that you deserved such suffering? Did Catherine want to take revenge because of a photo? Did she fall madly in love with Matt and will stay with him? Just thinking about it, your stomach would wrap it up. His whole body was tingling and he felt as if his head was going to explode.

He never imagined himself breaking up with Catherine, it was like he was in a nightmare and couldn't wake up.

2 weeks later

August:

You promised you would come to Luke's welcome party. Even if you and Kate are no longer together, it does not mean that you are no longer our friend.

William:

I'll be there, my friend.

It's been two weeks since the end.

Two weeks when Catherine didn't eat and didn't sleep properly and William felt anesthetized, it was as if they had pulled something from him and he didn't know how to react.

Catherine didn't dare go to his house, William didn't even look for her. She tried to call, sent messages, and as much as he missed her a lot, he didn't have the strength to answer, he didn't have the courage to try to understand what happened.

The media didn't even dream of the breakup of the two and his team did everything to make things stay that way, just as it was William's will. Natalie and Mary did everything to cheer you up, from their favorite foods to playing tennis or some card game. The prince didn't want to see any of his friends, so he pretended to have some appointment or meeting to avoid leaving, his father also had no idea of the breakup.

Catherine was the personification of repentance, she cried for three days in a row and didn't want to see anyone. She walked away from Matt, and was practically forced to tell August and her mother, she had to beg her not to tell her father. At first, she didn't want to hear any advice, but after a few days, she wanted help to win back William.

York, England

It was a beautiful winter afternoon, the open sky practically all blue, it was a rarity even more at that time of year, the icy wind was present when William got out of the car for the reception at Arthur and August's house.

He wore a black overcoat and a red scarf wrapped around his neck, walked slowly to the entrance door of his friends' large and cozy house.

Already at the entrance was hung a banner written "Welcome, Luke" and some balloons in silver, blue and white colors, next to the door there was a gift box, where William left his bag.

Arthur was the first to greet, then August who was with the little and smiling Luke on his lap. William can't help but smile as he contemplates him.

Luke surprised his parents and especially William, when he threw himself into his arms, making everyone smile even more. William took the baby on his lap and started talking to August and Arthur, other people passed by them and greeted him as well.

The moment the prince was going to deliver Luke to August again, the boy grabbed his scarf.

― Don't you want to leave me, Luke? Did you like uncle's lap? ― William joked, holding Luke in the air carefully, making the baby laugh.

Catherine was in the kitchen when she heard William's voice and went out in a hurry to the entrance of the room and when she saw him her heart raced.

He was so beautiful in his black overcoat, smiling. He looked happy with Luke in his arms, it broke his heart even more, but she couldn't turn her eyes away from him.

There were more than 30 people present in that house in the afternoon to celebrate Luke's arrival, Catherine had only eyes for one person: her prince.

That when he noticed his look at him, he looked back at her, but for the first time he didn't feel anything.

Chapter 9

“We look forward to those who taught us to be strong and at the same time showed us how vulnerable we can be.”

York, England

August and Arthur were delighted with the arrival of Luke who came to complete and make this family even happier, the party was organized by Carole, Pippa and Catherine. The decoration was impeccable, as was the food.

All the guests had fun, but no more than the star of the party: Luke.

He adapted so quickly with the house and with his parents' friends, but for some reason his favorite person at the party was the Prince of Wales, even if he passed from lap to lap and everyone gave him attention, Luke looked everywhere.

William was loving the party and especially Luke, but he didn't feel well. He was forced to talk and play with the guests, including Carole and Pippa who treated him well, despite recent events. The only person he didn't talk to was Catherine, they just exchanged looks and dull smiles.

As much as Catherine wanted to come back running into his arms, she didn't want to run the risk of being rejected and breaking another piece of her heart, William's coldness was totally understandable and she knew she deserved it, after all she betrayed his trust and thinking rationally she knew she would do the same thing if it was the other way around, but she wasn't willing to give up this love, she just didn't know for sure how to get it back.

Now Catherine was sitting on the couch, drinking an Italian soda just watching the prince play with Luke on the opposite side of the room, he talked non-stop to the boy who smiled openly. William was beautiful, as always, but he looked paler and couldn't stop running his hand over his belly.

“Go there and talk to him.” said Pippa, sitting on the couch and giving Catherine a slight scare.

“Will it be?

“Of course, Kate. Did you hurt him and still want him to run after you?” Pippa said sincerely. Catherine closed her face. “It's no use looking at me like that... He may have misinterpreted it, but I totally understand his side.”

“I'm not going to discuss this with you.” Catherine replied.

“You never want to talk to anyone about it... It's no use crying afterwards.” replied Pippa, taking a sip of the drink in his glass.

Catherine looked at her sad and got up to leave the glass on the table, taking a deep breath began to walk slowly in the direction of William.

“Hello.” he said timidly.

“Hi.” he smiled weakly.

“It looks like you've got a new friend.” she smiled interspersing her gaze between William and Luke.

“It seems so.” replied William, playing with the baby's little hands.

“I know it's a stupid question, but are you okay? It looks pale, do you want me to get you something to eat? I noticed that she hardly ate anything.” said Catherine worried.

“I'm not hungry, thank you.” William replied, noticing Arthur approaching.

“Luke, my love! Come here with dad, let's take some pictures with grandma?” said Arthur smiling, and taking the baby from William's arms. “Thank you, Wills.” he completed it, leaving them both alone.

William was going to leave, but Catherine was quick and held him by the arm.

“I'm worried about you.” she said caressing your arm. William stood still.

“You know you don't have to stay.” he said looking at her hand. She was still wearing the ring.

Catherine was slowly sliding her fingers down his arm with the intention of picking up his hand, but William noticed what she was going to do and walked away.

“Will…" she whispered.

“No.” he said softly.

Pippa arrived in a hurry and slapped William on the back.

“William, can you take Kate home? We came only with a car and I will need to take my mother running home, my father called saying that one of our uncles went to visit us, we need to come back quickly.” said Pippa looking at William, totally ignoring Catherine's presence.

“No, no... You don't have to do that.” interrupted Catherine.

“All right.” replied William.

“Thank you!” said Pippa, kissing his cheek. ― Bye.

“Bye to you too.” said Catherine watching her sister walk away. “Will, I'm sorry about that, you don't have to take me, okay?”

“It's the way to my house, unless you don't want me to take you without problems.” said William putting his hand on his stomach because he felt a slight pang. ― Excuse me.

Catherine watched William walk away and then went to say goodbye to his mother.

“Daughter, I'm going because your uncle Simon got home, but tomorrow I'm going to your house. We need to talk, don't you think?” said Carole hugging her daughter.

“Send a kiss to Uncle Simon for me.” she said and put a kiss on her mother's cheek. “And yes, mom... I think we need to talk.”

William went to the bathroom and closed the door behind him, leaned with both hands on the countertop and looked at the mirror, he felt horrible.

He was pale and very nauseous, he could hardly eat, even though all the guests praised the food, he was not hungry.

In an attempt to alleviate the malaise he opened the tap to wash his face, the cold water made him shiver from head to toe, but this made him feel a little better, William stayed a few more minutes there looking at himself and thinking.

The more I thought, the more angry I felt... He wanted to forgive Catherine, he wanted to run back to her, he wanted to have her in his arms, he wanted to kiss her, love her... but he couldn't. Two weeks ago he thought about everything that was said and what was not said and came to the conclusion that Catherine is right to feel trapped, she came out of a troubled and abusive relationship and soon they started a relationship and had problems because of the same unnameable. The truth is that she did not have a phase, a period to feel free and well with herself, maybe he has trapped her in her crazy world, no one more than him knows how difficult it is to live surrounded by photographers, reporters and other people saying what he Should or should not do it, maybe he did it to Catherine. Maybe it made her adapt to a reality she didn't want, no matter how much she loved him.

But would it be selfish of you to want to have Catherine in your life? Want to love and be loved by her?

And the question that remains, if Catherine who until a month ago seemed to be fine with it, why has she changed so much? Why did she do this to him?

William would rather repeat these questions in his head than the image of Catherine talking or worse kissing Matt, just thinking about it feels a twinge in his abdomen, making him want to moan loudly in pain.

A knock on the door makes William return to reality, fixing his clothes and washing his hands, he goes out looking for Catherine to leave.

William sees Catherine from afar, talking to Arthur's mother and walks to her, gently touching her back he whispers a ''can we go now?'' Close to her ear causing a wave of energy to pass all over her body, she does not respond, but almost involuntarily takes her hand, he does not retreat. He just politely says goodbye to you and they go hand in hand.

Catherine didn't want to let go of his hand, but they needed to say goodbye. After kisses and hugs on the other guests, they approached Arthur, August and little Luke who was now very sleepy. Both thanked for the day and promised to come back soon, after putting a kiss on the baby's forehead, they were leaving right at the time August exclaimed:

“Wait!” he said taking the camera from the table. “Have you already taken pictures with Luke, but would it be too much to ask for one of you 3?”

William looked at August suspiciously, but it would be rude of him to deny it, even more so that it was with Luke and with... Catherine. Despite everything, she is the love of his life.

Catherine turned red and with no reaction, she didn't dare say anything, for fear of rejection, until she heard it.

“For my part it's perfect.” he said taking Luke in his lap. Catherine accompanied him and they went to the photo panel, the baby scratched his eyes and laughed at her.

“Ah, Luke! You are the cutest and most smiling baby in the world.” said Catherine caressing his cheeks. William looked at her and she lost her breath.

“Very well! Smile! Luke, look here at Dad.” said August pointing the camera at them, making everyone look in his direction.

Photos taken, farewells made, they would finally have their moments alone to her house. Catherine was willing to try a rapprochement during the long journey.

“I didn't know I would come back with you, I didn't bring your favorite candy to eat on the trip.” she said as soon as he started the car.

“No problem.” he answered without looking at her, one hand on the steering wheel and the other on his own leg. Catherine looked at him and immediately missed his touch, William always directed a hand on her leg.

“Luke is so cute, isn't he?” said Catherine trying to start a conversation.

“Yes.” said William and they were silent for a while. He had his eye on the road and she kept moving, looked at his face, at his hands and then at the window, then repeated everything again.

“William, for God's sake! Don't give me an ice like that, I won't be able to stand this long journey with you treating me coldly, let's talk about anything.” Catherine spoke desperately. William looked away at her and smiled.

“You never had a hard time talking.” William replied caressing her leg, but when he realized his act he soon took his hand.

“Tell me about Aston Villa... How are you in... Premier League?” said Catherine and William started laughing.

William admired her effort to try to get closer to him, she knew he loved to talk about football and especially about Villa. He couldn't keep ignoring her, so he started a conversation about football, talked about the situation of his team in the championship and about the transfer window, what his expectations were.

Catherine listened attentively and made several comments, William was entertained saying that he almost did not realize that she caressed the back of her neck, the connection between them had returned to normal.

“Don't you think?” asked William, as there was no answer he looked to the side and saw Catherine sleeping, all clumsy on the bench, one of her arms still stretched towards her, he took her hand and deposited a kiss then fixed her arm close to her body.

They had already passed halfway and Catherine had slept, William decided to turn on the sound quietly so as not to wake her up. From time to time I would look at her, trying to resist the immense desire to touch her.

It occurred to him that Catherine could feel cold, because she always felt, her blanket was still in the trunk, so he stopped the car and took the blanket.

William fixed Catherine's body and covered her, as he always did on trips with her, before starting the car again he felt a twinge in the abdominal region, making him feel nauseous again. He just took a deep breath, practically took a bottle of water and continued the journey.

After the long trip, the prince finally parked in front of her apartment.

“Kate, we arrived…" said William, caressing her face. She took a deep breath and opened her eyes.

“My God, I slept.” she said, seizing herself on the bench and noticing the blanket over her body. “Thank you.”

“You don't need to thank me.”

“No, seriously... Thank you for bringing me, for taking care of me…" she said caressing his shoulders and looking into his eyes. “I want to be a better person, less confused... I don't want to lose you.”

“Kate, no…"

“No, no... Don't say anything, I'll kiss you on the cheek and enter my apartment... I want to keep the memory of you coming to bring me and waking me up with affection, please don't take it away from me, I've already lost everything else.” she said with tears in her eyes. William nodded.

Catherine approached slowly and gave him two kisses, one on each cheek and got out of the car. William didn't say anything, nor did he dare to move, he just followed her with his eyes, so she closed the door of his apartment, he began to cry.

Everything seemed too exhausting, too painful. His body hurt so much, his stomach seemed like his biggest enemy, as soon as he turned the key, had a sudden urge to vomit and had to act fast, turned off the engine again and opened the car door.

William vomited on the sidewalk, his whole body was sweating and his vision was blurry, he had to take off his coat because he felt a huge malaise. I didn't want to run the risk of someone seeing him in that situation, he turned on the air conditioning at a very low temperature and inexplicably drove to Kensington Palace.

Chelsea, London

The day dawned completely different from the day before. Wetter, colder and more gray.

Carole arrived early at Catherine's apartment and both enjoyed a hot tea in front of the fireplace in the cozy living room.

“Kate, I'm here as your mother and as your friend, I want to know what's wrong with you, I want to help you, daughter.” said Carole.

“Oh, mom... I can't take it anymore... You know I don't like to open up very much, but I need advice.” Catherine replied timidly.

“I won't judge you.” said Carole holding your hand. “I just want to help you.”

Catherine told her mother that she lied to William the day he called to tell her about the photo, on the call she said that everything was fine, that it didn't mean anything, but it was a big lie... She tried not to care, but when she saw the photo viralized, she couldn't. After the photo, he was disappointed and William's reaction didn't help at all either, he wanted to continue as if it were no big deal. Things were getting cold between them, she felt as if the William who looked for her in the National Gallery and surprised her in various attitudes was no longer there, causing her to begin to be interested in the way Matt treated her. John's appearance caused even more confusion in her head and all she wanted was William's support, but all she received was reprimand, unlike Matt, he didn't want to hear about John, he always told him about protection, but Catherine didn't feel protected. She loved William too much, but she felt that the passion was over and hearing him saying that she didn't want to get married soon left her disappointed. It was clear that they were not well and she didn't know why William didn't seem to care about it, she just went on with life quietly, because whenever he called or showed up at her house or at her work, she would leave everything to stay with him. And she was already fed up with so many fights, in the heat of the moment she couldn't express in words what she was feeling, it never crossed her mind to betray William or break up with him, she doesn't know why she called Matt to her house, she just wanted a friend and understands that she could have made another choice at that moment or better yet, not have left William's house.

Carole listened to everything with compassion and attention, Catherine cried a lot as she spoke and her mother waited for her to finish talking before anything else.

“You know Kate, listening to you speak, I think that after John and everything you suffered with him, you began to have a different view of men... Daughter, you were raised by a caring and loving man and you deserve to be treated exactly that way, maybe you have confused your feelings because in addition to William, Matt came treating you well, but dear think... You are surrounded by men who treat you well, that's exactly how you need to be, like Arthur, August and even Matt... John is the exception here. He should never be the ruler of measuring affection. And dear, William loves you and is in love with you. Your father and I have been married for more than 20 years... I love your father and he loves me, there comes a time when the passion, that burning fire has diminished, but it does not mean that it does not exist. Love needs to be nurtured, cultivated... You and William need to learn this if you want to be together. You said you feel he was accommodated, maybe you should also take initiatives, surprise him, conquer him... As I said before, love needs to be nurtured and this is a two-way street. And daughter, one last thing, you need to forgive yourself to move on... John, he served his sentence, even if we agreed or not and getting closer to him would not be a good idea, I'm sure his intention is good, but John has psychological problems and is unstable, you also have to let him move on, start his life again... I'm telling you all this, because I want you to be happy, you are amazing, beautiful and responsible... It deserves to be happy and it breaks my heart to be so sad and lost. Understand, daughter... A relationship doesn't need to complete your life, you can't make it your goal of living, but something or someone who disappears with you.” Carole said tenderly. Catherine didn't answer anything, just hugged her mother and cried.

A cry to wash the soul, because Catherine finally understood.

There are days when only the affection and embrace of a mother are able to heal us, to bring us light and wisdom, that morning Catherine can feel as if a weight was taken from her back... She needed this, she needed someone to listen to her and advise her in a direct way, to show her the obvious and to welcome her.

Catherine realized where she made a mistake and was willing to learn from her mistakes, was William willing to forgive her? He wanted to drop everything now and run to his apartment, but he wanted to do it right, so he sent him a message.

Kate:

Will, I know I screwed up, but I want to fix it. Maybe we can talk, can I go to your apartment or will you come here? What do you think? As one day you told me that you were willing to do anything for me, I also tell you: I am willing to do anything for you. I miss you.

Kate:

I look forward to hearing from you.

Catherine spent the rest of the morning with her mother, Pippa arrived for lunch and the three Middletons spent the rest of the day entertained talking and enjoying a special family moment.

Announcement from Kensington Palace

His Royal Highness, the Prince of Wales, was admitted to King Edward VII Hospital in London on Monday night. The prince's admission is due to a malaise. His Royal Highness underwent exploratory laparotomy surgery.

Chapter 10

“I had to remake myself away from the touch of your hands so as not to run the risk of completely shattering me again.''  THE END ― PART I”

William was at the entrance of a bridge, leaning against the handrail just looking at the river, when Catherine approached.

“William?” said Catherine getting closer and closer to him.

Upon hearing her voice, he looks in her direction and her face turns pale, her expression of terror scares her, but before she could say anything, William begins to run to cross the bridge. Catherine stranges her reaction and starts running after him, her heart beats fast and her body hurts, she screams for William who doesn't even look back, just runs desperate.

“WILLIAAAAAM!” screams Catherine desperately. The moment he finally looks back, Catherine loses the ground, as the woods of the bridge crumble under her feet and to her horror both she and William fall off the bridge. His eyes contemplate the horror of William's eyes before waking up from this terrible nightmare.

Catherine jumps on the bed, her body is completely cold and wet, just like her sheets. She puts her hands on her chest to feel her heart beating fast and sits on the bed to calm down, still confused about the nightmare, picks up her cell phone to look at the time: 07:00 am. There has still been no return of the messages she sent to William and her nightmare with him made her even more worried. And he looked so scared and fragile, it broke his heart to watch that look of panic as they fell off the bridge. She decided to call him, maybe telling about the dream could be the kickoff for a reconciliation dialogue.

The brunette got up still with her body sore and cold, locating William's contact, with trembling hands squeezed to call... She called, called, called... P.O. Box. Well, maybe she was still sleeping, after all it's 7 o'clock in the morning. One more attempt. Nobody answered. P.O. Box.

Walking slowly to the kitchen, her bare feet felt the discomfort of the icy floor, holding her cell phone with one hand, she used the other to move the curtain away from the kitchen window while trying to call William one last time, the rain fell torrentiously outside, loaded and gray clouds covered the city, proving that the storm was far from over.

“William, my love, I just wanted you to answer me.” he whispered softly and put water to warm up.

Catherine had a bad feeling, the last few weeks have been horrible for her. Being without William and knowing that he was sad that she hurt him left her heartbroken, having seen him on Sunday and knowing that no matter how much he was smiling and being nice to everyone, he was in pieces. Catherine just looking knew that he was not well and knew that something was wrong and felt even worse for thinking that she was the reason to let her feel that way, but now that her mother opened her eyes, maybe it was the right time to solve this.

Recognizing that you made a mistake and where you made a mistake is the first step and this fortunately Catherine has already achieved, now the time has come to put into practice, she was willing to forgive herself for everything that happened to John, finally she understood that she is not and will never be guilty of his behavior and that both have the right to restart their lives, now her head was finally getting rid of these confused thoughts about John. Another important point that she was also willing to recognize that she made a mistake with Matt in confusing her feelings, it turns out that Catherine had the view that she was not worthy of affection and respect and that all men approached her precisely with ulterior motives and her weak and confused mind was treacherous and needy too, confusing a genuine friendship with something totally wrong just to praise her ego. Catherine was finally recognizing that she deserves to be treated well by everyone, not just to have something in return and this may even seem crazy, but John moved so much With his head that something as simple as this, caused him a gigantic mental confusion.

And finally, she would fight to get her love back. Yes. Catherine loved William, only William. As much as she recognized that she confused things with Matt, no attraction or feeling for anyone she has ever related reaches the feet of what she felt for William and no matter how much the relationship had cooled, she knew they were there, even if hidden they were there... And she would do everything for the flame to light up again... On Sunday, she already had a glimpse of this feeling, no matter how much William was cold and distant, her small gestures, his look, his smile even if not directed at her were the fuel that kept everything there... And At the end of the night, when he woke her up from the nap during the trip, for a moment it seemed that everything had returned to normal, his touch, his voice and his affection directed at her... A crumb that Catherine decided to hold on to. Maybe it was weakness, but it seems so unfair to let it pass. She didn't like to lose.

While waiting for her tea to cool down a little more, Catherine was sitting in the kitchen messing with her cell phone and received a notification. A notification that made your world stop.

Announcement from Kensington Palace

His Royal Highness, the Prince of Wales, was admitted to King Edward VII Hospital in London on Monday night. The prince's admission is due to a malaise. His Royal Highness underwent exploratory laparotomy surgery.

“NO.” Catherine screams throwing her cell phone on the table. Your eyes fill with tears, your body freezes and your vision becomes blurred. How can this be happening, my God? That can only be a lie. No, no, no. It's fake news. William didn't answer the phone because he was sleeping.

Catherine doesn't know what to do, her head can't process what she just read, the panic paralyzed her and after a few minutes of pure terror, where all she did was cry, her phone rings waking her up from this state of torpor.

“Hi, Kate. Are you okay? I just read the palace note.” August said as soon as she answered the phone.

“August, I don't know what to do... Tell me this is a lie, please? I just read this, I texted him yesterday, he didn't answer me... I tried to call him earlier today, I had a nightmare and now he doesn't answer me... Did I do that to him? Did I make him sick?” Catherine said between tears.

“You need to calm down! You're not to blame for anything, okay? Let's do it like this... I can't go to your house now, because I'm too far away, but calm down and get in touch with Natalie to understand what happened... Then we'll meet in a little while, okay?” August spoke slowly in an attempt to calm Catherine.

“Natalie... Okay... I'll call her right now... I'll talk to you.” she replied by hanging up the phone.

As soon as she hung up, Catherine located Natalie's contact and went straight to the mailbox. Her heart was beating fast, it was desperate. Catherine located Rob's contact.

“Kate?” said Rob on the other side of the line.

“Rob, for God's sake, tell me what's going on... I just saw a note from the palace, is that serious? Tell me it's a lie.” said Catherine desperately.

“It's not a lie, Kate... William was sick all day yesterday and we were only able to convince him to go to the hospital at night when he fainted. He had surgery, we still don't know for sure what happened to him... Maybe the appendix or something... The doctor didn't give more details, he's still in the operating room, I'm here with Natalie waiting.” said Rob in a serious tone of voice. His concern was clear.

“Oh my God! I'm going there.” replied Catherine holding her tears.

“I don't think that's a good idea.” said Rob, but Catherine didn't even listen because she had already turned off the phone.

Sunday night

William parked in his parking space at Kensington Palace, his body dripped with sweat and his vision was blurry, he doesn't even know for sure how he managed to get home and his body begged for a bath and rest.

Still dizzy, William walked to the entrance of his apartment, it was already dark and very cold, but his body was not even feeling the cold wind and the fine drizzle falling on his body. There was no one, not even Mary was at home that night, as soon as he came in he didn't even notice the note she left on the table. He went straight to the bathroom and this time filled the bathtub.

His belly hurt so much, it was as if someone had given him several kicks in the mouth of his stomach, William took off his clothes slowly and entered the bathtub, the hot water at first relieves the pain in his body for a while, making him start thinking about the day he had.

Seeing Catherine today was already in his plans, in addition to seeing Luke and participating in a special moment of his friends was the main reason he went to York today, but it was obvious that he wanted to see her, be together with her even if he was not yet ready to talk and much less to come back, but he was surprised by the fact that he did not feel anything when he saw her. 2 weeks ago you felt apathetic towards her, it hurt too much to have seen her with Matt and then those drawings... What was Catherine thinking? They had just fought and she calls another man to her house? He really felt as if someone had punched his stomach about 25 times. As he himself said to her, there are limits in which a man accepts to be rejected and humiliated and at the moment William did not want to give his arm to cheer and simply come back with her without first healing this wound. He felt hurt, betrayed and resentful for everything she did, he really wanted to talk and let her talk, but he still didn't feel ready to listen.

When he saw her earlier, he didn't feel anything... but coming back with her caused him a confusion of feelings, feeling his despair for feeling the distance between them made him realize how much she was sorry and was suffering too. Having her sleeping in his car almost made him bring her to his apartment, just as he did several other times, but this damn abdominal pain got in the way of his plans. Feeling Catherine kissing her face instead of her mouth was a new kick in the stomach, watching her move away she burst into tears and he doesn't even know how this happened. A mixture of feeling and emotions, William still did not believe that he was suffering this way because of her.

Now standing feeling the hot water covering his body, he felt a new twinge in the abdominal region and a wave of pain invaded his body, William got up in a jump and ran to the toilet to vomit again. What the hell was going on? Would you throw up every time you thought of Catherine? That's a nightmare. Wiping his forehead on the towel, William brushed his teeth and finished his bath.

He felt weak and nauseous, mentally thanked Mary for not being at home, because she would be desperate to see him in this situation, so gathering all the energy he had left, he went to the couch and lay down only in his pajama shorts. His body was on fire, but he had no idea about it, he just fell asleep wrapped in Catherine's blanket.

Monday morning

Around 8 a.m., Mary entered the prince's apartment through the side door of the kitchen and soon surprised the temperature of the house, it was much warmer than usual, a huge contrast of the temperature she was outside. The lady walked to the living room and came across a scene that made her heart accelerate with fright.

William was lying on the couch wrapped in the blanket, only his head uncovered, he had an expression of tiredness and his few hair was wet and his forehead dripped with sweat, Mary approached slowly because she thought he was dreaming, but when she stopped in front of him she noticed that he mangled meaningless words, then sat next to him on the couch and touched his forehead. The prince burned with a fever.

“William, William... Wake up, son.” said Mary very worried. She began to discover her body that dripped sweat.

“Kate?” asked William with his eyes closed. Trying to cover yourself again.

“No dear, it's Mary... William finds out you're burning with fever... Wake up, let's call the doctor.” said Mary and got up in search of the phone, but stopped as soon as she heard Natalie's footsteps entering the apartment. “Nat, help me here!” Mary said in a higher tone.

Natalie heard Mary's voice and increased the step towards the voice and got scared when she entered the room and saw Mary trying to pull William's body.

“What happened?” asked Natalie almost running to them.

“I don't know, I just arrived and found him grumble while sleeping here on the couch.” replied Mary kneeling next to the sofa, running her hand over William's forehead.

Natalie ran to the pantry to get a box with a first aid kit, quickly came back with the thermometer.

“My God, 38º.” Natalie murmured right after touching the digital thermometer on the prince's forehead. “Let's take off this blanket and take it upstairs.”

“Why the hell are you messing with me?” William grumbled opening his eyes.

“You have a fever, William... I'll call the doctor, okay?” Natalie pulling the blanket and revealing his naked chest.

“Hey, why are you discovering me, I'm naked, you know?”

“We are trying to take care of you…" replied Natalie smiling and taking off all the blanket. “You're not naked, you're wearing shorts, thank God.” Natalie pulled him by the hand with some difficulty, because William was heavy and seemed drowsy due to the high fever.

“Here, take it!” Mary sat next to him and stuck a pill in his mouth, then gave him a glass of water. William obeyed.

“I feel so nauseous, I remember I arrived and took a bath and then lay down here.” said William softly running his hand over his forehead.

“Did you drink?” asked Mary.

“No.”

“I'll call the doctor.” Natalie said again and unlocked the cell phone.

“For what doctor? It's just a fever and nausea... Maybe it's something I ate. I've already taken medicine, it will pass.” he said holding Natalie's hand.

“Go up and take another shower, you're all sweaty.” said Mary and pulled him by the hand. William saw stars because with the tug his abdomen felt a hook and a sharp pain hit him.

“Are you in pain?” asked Natalie worried. William denied it.

“Don't worry about me.” William replied and with difficulty walked slowly to his room trying to disguise the pain he was feeling as much as possible.

William took a practically cold shower and lay down again under the covers, now in his bed, the fever seemed to have gone down but he felt very cold, but Mary did not let the temperature of the air conditioning rise and did not let him stay so covered. With all the affection, she prepared a breakfast, but William barely touched the food, the half toast and the little tea he drank went out half an hour after he ate it.

Nothing stopped in his stomach and the only position that made him a little more comfortable was with his legs flexed towards the abdomen. William felt like a helpless child and insisted that they not call the doctor, because he claimed that it was no big deal, he even fought with Natalie to stop meddling in his life.

William felt ashamed to be sick, he thought that being too depressed was what caused him to be like this, he didn't want to see anyone or talk to anyone. Mary didn't care about his opinion and went into the room every hour to see if everything was okay, William pretended to sleep, but it was all a big lie because every hour his pain increased. His malaise and persistent fever did not subside, every time he tried to move in bed he felt an intense pain that made him dizzy. He didn't feel hungry and didn't even try to eat, because he knew he would vomit, time didn't pass, the hours dragged on and everything seemed like a nightmare.

The prince was no longer reasoning right, he read Catherine's message.

Kate:

Will, I know I screwed up, but I want to fix it. Maybe we can talk, can I go to your apartment or will you come here? What do you think? As one day you told me that you were willing to do anything for me, I also tell you: I am willing to do anything for you. I miss you.

“NAAAAAT!” shouted William. “NATALIE! MARY! MARYEEEEE!”

The women appeared panting and frightened in the room and found William crying lying down.

“What is it? William, you're scaring us, let's go to the doctor, please.” said Natalie and they both went to the edge of his bed.

“Kate is coming here, I need to get well... My God, she will never want me again if she finds out that I got sick with sadness and threw up on the sidewalk of her house.” said William with his hands on his head.

“Sick of sadness?” asked Mary confused.

“Yesterday she was so beautiful, am I so weak for wanting her back?” grumbled bitterly.

“You're not weak, William.” Mary said in a maternal tone.

“She will come here, I need to get ready. ― said William and taking a deep breath, put his feet out of bed, in an impulse he got up, a sharp pain like never felt before hit him in full, his vision became dark and he simply went out.

William fell to the ground, fainted and Natalie even tried to run to hold him, but couldn't. Mary ran out of the room screaming for help and then five people appeared to see what was happening. Mary was desperate, didn't know if she called an ambulance or if she told someone to take William to the hospital, but before she concluded the reasoning Natalie was already calling the emergency room, while holding William's head trying to wake him up.

Natalie was panicked to see William like that, she had never seen him so fragile, he seemed to feel so much pain, his skin was very hot and sweated a lot, she felt her heart beating hard and whispered to William that everything would be fine, in an attempt to calm him down. William didn't say anything to something, he was delirious with so much pain, he just held Natalie's hand as if his life depended on it.

The rescue arrived in less than 07 minutes and they forced Natalie to let go of his hand so that they could take care of him, then took him into the ambulance immobilized on the stretcher, made an access to his arm and took all the information about his symptoms with Natalie and Mary.

Some of William's security guards stayed with Mary to calm her down, while Natalie accompanied William inside the ambulance on the way to the hospital. Although she was very shaken by everything that happened, she needed to work, so she already called Rob, who was on his day off, but didn't even care and both have already started the protocol for cases of when a member of royalty needs medical attention.

Rob was in charge of warning William's family, because it was a more delicate subject he asked the King's secretary to pass on the information, he has already advised the entire team on the announcements, but has already been warned that nothing would be published before they had concrete news and information about William's diagnosis. He decided to go to the hospital to get more information and also to stay with Natalie.

Monday night

King Edward VII's Hospital, London

The ambulance parked at the King Edward VII hospital and before they opened the vehicle door, William called for Natalie.

“Nat, are you here with me?” he asked.

“Yes, William. We brought you to the hospital, everything will be fine.” she replied holding your hand.

“You have to go back, Nat... Kate is going home. ― he said desperate, now trying to get up from the stretcher. “I need to go back to Kate.” the rescuer opens the ambulance door and Natalie had to let go of his hand.

“Hey, William... Look at me, I'm sure Kate will wait for you, won't she, Nat?” the second rescuer said calmly, while fixing the serum bag to get him out of the ambulance. “Let's go to the hospital and soon everything will be fine, okay?” William nodded.

Four people pushed William's stretcher in an attempt to hide who the patient they were carrying was. Natalie got out of the ambulance and went straight to the area that the rescue doctor advised her, with the intention of not causing any unnecessary turmoil. Fortunately, that night the hospital was not so full, but to prevent it from being recognized, it was the wisest option at the time.

Prince William was taken into the hospital, where he was received by a specialized medical team, the person in charge was Dr. Daisy Wilson. The doctor received William's file; high and constant fever, nausea, vomiting, malaise, stomach pain. Emergency was called because the patient fainted. According to the physical examination, the abdomen is rigid. Diagnosis: Appendicitis.

The Diagnosis was given in minutes by the doctor after reading the clinical history and performing the physical examination, they referred William to perform an abdominal tomography and confirm the diagnosis before referring to the operating room and performing the procedure as less invasive as possible without running the risk of rupture of the appendix, but as soon as they entered the examination room William began to get sick, the air lacked and his pressure began to rise rapidly. Change of plans, they took him directly to the operating room, possibly the appendix broke.

The surgery would no longer be the same, but an exploratory laparotomy. Fortunately the Surgical Center was already fully prepared, the prince was sedated and then received anesthetic medications that kept him asleep and without feeling pain throughout the surgical procedure, The muscle tone and the contractile activity of the musculature are abolished through curarizers, he received an endotracheal probe through which the anesthesiologist, dr. Benjamin Smith, needed to maintain proper ventilation, since William was no longer breathing on his own. Dr. Daisy Wilson performs the vertical incision directly in the inguinal region and the dr. Wilson was right, it was an inflamed appendix, which broke just when they took him to the examination room. William now had an abdominal abscess, due to the ruptured appendix, the pus accumulated around, causing the appearance of a pouch filled with pus. The doctor and her team did everything they could to perform the procedure calmly and masterfully. The case was now risky, William's life was really in danger.

What was supposed to be a quick procedure lasted hours, all professionals wanted to be absolutely sure that they removed any and all remnants of infection from the abdominal cavity of the future king of England, after the scheduled intervention, the abdominal wall was closed and sutured with appropriate threads. William's blood pressure was still fluctuating a lot, so he was taken to the intensive care unit at 4:00 am.

Rob arrived at the hospital when William was still in surgery, Natalie and he were waiting in a reserved waiting room. The blonde had her head leaning against his shoulder, Rob didn't even like coffee very much, but he held a glass now empty, he ended up taking two of that due to anxiety for the lack of answers. It was around 4:15 a.m. when Dr. Wilson entered the room, she explained that William was stable and that the operation was a success, detailed everything that happened before and during the procedure, and was very frank when she reported about a possible infection due to the rupture of the appendix, but said that they were doing everything possible so that nothing got worse so now he was in the ICU and they could visit him when he woke up. Both thanked the doctor and her entire team and now with the information they gave authorization for the rest of the palace team to release the statement.

Around 07:00 am under an intense rain that fell all over the city, Charles and Camilla accompanied by their secretaries arrive at the hospital and everyone is taken to a reserved room to wait for William to wake up, Dr. Wilson explains again everything that happened, but this time to King Charles. He was distressed and very quiet, he limited himself to looking at anything other than his hands. Natalie and Rob also enter the room, but the deadly silence inhabits the room, no one has the courage to say anything... Everyone only thinks of one thing: when will William wake up?

The silence of the room is interrupted by Rob's cell phone, causing everyone to look at him, he gets up quickly.

“Kate?” said Rob answering the phone.

“Rob, for God's sake, tell me what's going on... I just saw a note from the palace, is that serious? Tell me it's a lie.” said Catherine desperately on the other side of the line.

“It's not a lie, Kate... William was sick all day yesterday and we were only able to convince him to go to the hospital at night when he fainted. He had surgery, we still don't know for sure what happened to him... Maybe the appendix or something... The doctor didn't give more details, he's still in the operating room, I'm here with Natalie waiting.” said Rob in a serious tone of voice. His concern was clear.

“Oh my God! I'm going there.” replied Catherine holding her tears.

“I don't think that's a good idea.” said Rob, but Catherine didn't even listen because she had already turned off the phone.

“Why did you lie to her?” said Natalie looking at him with an ugly face.

“Natalie, didn't they tell you that it's ugly to hear other parties' conversations?” he replied by saving his cell phone.

“Even uglier is lying. Why did you do that?” said Natalie crossing her arms.

“They broke up, didn't they? Maybe it's not appropriate for us to keep talking about it with third parties.” he said quietly scratching the back of his neck.

“What's wrong with you? Kate would never leak any information about William. Whether they're together or not.” said Natalie touching his arm.

“You're right, Nat.” he said pulling her by the hand until they entered an empty room.

“What is that? What is it?” asked Natalie surprised looking at his face.

“I'm desperate, Nat. I confess that I'm afraid that something will happen to him, since he broke up with her, I realize that he was bad and I didn't do anything... I should have done something. ― Rob confessed quickly, gesturing non-stop.

“I'm scared too, but it's not our fault. He had a broken appendix, Rob... This has nothing to do with sadness, we couldn't predict it.” Natalie replied holding his hand.

“Thank you for being the best work partner, without you I couldn’t." said Rob pulling her for a hug.

“Without you I couldn't do it.” Natalie whispered while hugging Rob.

Buzz and movements could be heard from inside the room reserved for royalty, while waiting for some news from the Prince of Wales, the private secretary of King Charles left the room to walk a little and came across Catherine leaning over the information desk.

“He's my boyfriend, ma'am. I just want information! Can I please look for Natalie Barrows or Rob Dixon, they know me.” Catherine said almost crying.

“I'm sorry, we can't pass on information to third parties. Even more so when it comes to members of royalty.” said the lady already getting impatient.

“Please! Rob told me he's here, just show me the direction I'm going to look for myself.” Catherine insisted.

“Please don't insist! There is a protocol.” you said coldly.

“Please!” said Catherine almost screaming and hitting her hands on the counter. You looked at her angrily.

“Miss, this is a hospital, please, without scandal.” said the lady, pointing to the exit door.

Catherine decided to pick up her cell phone and dial Rob's number again, when Clive Alderton touched his shoulder.

“You are Ms. Kate Middleton, isn't it?” he asked softly.

“Yes.” she replied with her head. “Why?”

“Come with me.” he said he pointed to a corridor in the eastern area of the hospital.

“ Are you from William's team?” she asked and began to follow him, while the hospital employee looked at them in disbelief.

“No, I'm on his father's team.” he replied softly.

“How is William?” she asked.

“I'll take you to Natalie and Rob, okay?” said Clive.

“Just tell me if he's okay, please.”Catherine insisted

“Maybe you'd better talk to Natalie, but don't worry so much. He's being treated.” he said stopping at the door of a room. “Wait here, please.” Catherine nodded and waited.

Less than a minute, Natalie appeared at the door and Catherine practically jumped on her lap, both hugged.

“Nat, what happened? How is William? Have you finished the operation yet? Don't you dare say you can't tell me, please.” said Catherine in distress.

“Ah, Kate! He's already had the surgery…" said Natalie.

“And is he okay? Can we see him?” she said squeezing the bar of her coat.

“No, calm down... It's complicated... He had appendicitis and the appendix ruptured, in the surgery they removed everything they could, but he was referred to the ICU to contain a possible infection... The surgery ended at 4 a.m. and he went there and so far he hasn't woke up. ― Natalie tried to sound as calm as possible.

“Oh my God!” said Catherine crying. “What time does he wake up?”

“We are waiting. The doctor said they are evaluating every hour. His body needs to respond to medicines, you know?” Natalie replied drying her tears. “Calm down, Kate.”

“How did this happen, Nat? Sunday we saw each other, he took me home, I asked him if he was okay and he didn't want to answer me... I should have noticed, brought him to the hospital before” Catherine cried on Natalie's shoulders.

“William disguised it for everyone who was in pain, he didn't want to go to the doctor, he was sick all day... It's no use trying to find a culprit now... There is no one.” Natalie caressed her back when the door opened.

“Catherine?”

“Oh!” Catherine let go of Natalie's hug and wiped her eyes. "Your Majesty," said Catherine, looking in the direction of Charles.

“Hello, my dear!” he said extending his hand to her. Catherine shook her hand respectfully.

“Hello, sir.”

“What are you doing out here? I was even surprised that you weren't here when I arrived.”

“I was warned this morning, sir. They weren't letting me in.”

“Enter right now and I will ask Clavis to let you know that you can have access at any time you want.”

“I can do that, sir.” said Natalie.

Charles led Catherine into the room, she greeted Camilla and the other people present in the room, the king began to tell in more detail what the medical team had reported and what the concerns were.

It was past 11:00 a.m. and no change in William's clinical condition, the king and queen's team wanted them both to go home and pass the updates by phone, but no one wanted to leave the hospital. Harry sent messages all the time, even though he knew there was no new news. Catherine had already cried and prayed that everything would be fine and that William would wake up but she felt that everything was in vain, the hours did not pass and everything was a nightmare.

Each time the door of the room opened it was a new expectation, but all disappointing because the doctor had no positive updates. Always the same thing: fluctuating pressure, constant fever.

“Is he in pain?” asked Catherine interrupting the doctor.

“He's sedated. You don't feel pain. We are monitoring so that when your body responds to the medicines we can remove the sedation little by little.” replied Dr. Daisy.

“Our forecast is to leave another day in the Intensive Care Unit and tomorrow after new exams, we will wean from sedation and ventilation to see how his body reacts. I advise you to go home and any news I will make immediate contact.” added the doctor.

King Charles asked a few more questions and even dissatisfied his team advised him to leave, Camilla had to convince him to go home with the intention of resting so that when William woke up, he would be fine to pay attention and take care of him.

William's team also organized to leave, all hospital contacts were up to date, the only person who did not move from the chair was Catherine. She felt unable to move, it seems that now she was finally realizing that William was sick, that he was unconscious and with an infection considered worrying.

The way the doctor spoke sounded calm and confident, but if you analyze it well, it's desperate. Everything seemed inaccurate, they were counting on luck and Catherine became aware of it at the very moment when everyone began to get up to leave.

Catherine did not want to leave, because she simply did not want reality to knock on her door, she was aware that from the moment she stepped outside the hospital she would feel the guilt invade her heart. William was admitted to the ICU and she still hasn't had a chance to talk to him, she can't apologize and can't say she loved him, at least one last time. William couldn't die. Catherine couldn't leave him here. I just couldn't. It may even be selfish, but after so many promises and everything they lived together... Ending up like this is not an option.

“Kate? My friend, come here!” August said hugging her.

“August! What are you doing here?” she said relieved to finally see him.

“I met Natalie at the hospital door and she authorized her to come here, everyone is already going. We have to go too…"

“No, August! I can't... I can't leave him here... What if the worst happens?” she said starting to cry on August's shoulder.

“No, no, no! That's not going to happen! Kate, listen to me.” August said and holding her by the shoulder to make her look into his eyes. “We need to think positive, okay? Send him positive energy... William is strong, you know that! Let's go home, okay? Rest... Eat a little and tomorrow when we have news, maybe we'll come back here. It won't do any good for you to sit in this room. Will wouldn't want that.”

“I can’t." I said in the midst of tears “I feel so guilty, he's there and I couldn't even say how sorry I'm, I couldn't say how much I love him, he felt so much pain and I couldn't even help him…"

“He knows, Kate! He knows you love him. Let's think about the things you will tell him after he wakes up. You'll be able to apologize and start over, okay? Let's think positive.” said August kissing her forehead. Catherine hugged him again and he took the opportunity to drive out of the hospital. They walked slowly to her car, it was already dark and a very cold drizzle was falling on the city.


“How did you come?” asked Catherine.

“Arthur is there!” replied pointing to the red car. Arthur waved.

“What about Luke?”

“We left it with my mother.”

“Very kind of you to do this!” she replied by hugging again.

“Friend, we are all here for you and William. Your mother, your sister, everyone is very worried... Natalie did everything, kept us informed so as not to overwhelm you... Even Harry called me. Come on, let's go to your house, it's very cold here.” August completed and got in the car. August drove to Catherine's apartment, Arthur followed them.

Catherine had the best friends in the world, as soon as they arrived at her apartment, Arthur prepared something for dinner, August began to set the table, while she went to take a shower and change her hospital clothes. The worry did not leave her for a minute, but being with her friends and feeling the love of her friends and family through messages helped her put up with everything.

Wednesday

At eleven o'clock in the morning, Catherine received a call from Clive Alderton, informing her that King Charles would go to the hospital to visit William and asked if she would like to join him. The answer was obvious and as soon as he hung up the phone he started to cry.

At first, she thought that William's father would not include her in the group of people who had access to the prince's clinical condition, but fortunately he made her aware of everything. Charles loved Catherine and it was clear that he had no idea of their breakup, at the same time that Catherine wanted to tell the truth every time he hugged her yesterday, she was afraid to say anything and the king would take her out of the room because she would no longer be ''part of the family''. No employee or friend of William even mentioned any fight or breakup of them, but it was very clear that everyone was faithful to the prince.

Catherine arrived at the hospital at the time she was instructed and was taken directly to the same room as the day before, the King along with his private secretary and Rob arrived a few minutes later.

Everyone greeted her and she noticed how dejected Charles looked, she can't help but give him a tight hug that he gladly accepted, soon Dr. Daisy Wilson arrived with the news that everyone was waiting for.

“Fortunately, His Highness has been progressing, the body is accepting the medicines well and the fever has ceased, we have already started weaning from sedation and ventilation and until then his body has been reacting positively. The forecast is that he will wake up by the end of the day. There are still signs of infection, but we are well advanced in the recovery process, so there are not so many risks... We can release a person to enter the ICU to see him, a friendly presence known to the patient usually helps in recovery.” said the doctor with her calm and angelic tone of voice.

“That's good, isn't it?” said King Charles.

“That's great news! He is evolving very well!” answered the doctor.

“And when will Your Majesty be able to see you?” asked Clive. Catherine sank into the chair.

She knew it was obvious that it would be his father who would see him, not her... But she felt that William needed her.

“In a few minutes.” the doctor smiled gently.

“I'd like to come in too.” said Catherine looking at the doctor.

“Unfortunately we can't, it can only be one person. William has an infection and we also have other patients, we can't fill the ICU. ― replied the doctor. Catherine nodded, arguing wouldn't solve anything.

The doctor withdrew informing that soon a nurse would prepare Charles for the visit. Catherine sat in the armchair and didn't say anything else, she didn't even raise her head, her eyes were fixed on the ring that William had given her. As soon as the nurse entered, she silently said goodbye to the king with a smile and a discreet nod and began to walk aimlessly through the hospital.

Catherine was not of the religious type, she attended church only on commemorative dates, but when she came across in front of the hospital chapel, she did not think twice before entering. The chapel was small, only 8 wooden benches fit in that space, a small and rustic altar in front of a large cross, some lit candles deposited on the candlestick on the left side, she entered and sat on the second bench.

Everything was so peaceful inside that place, Catherine looked at the cross and allowed herself to empty her head. His heart was distressed and looking at the cross, even though he didn't know for sure how he mentally did his most sincere prayer.

''Sir, everyone deserves a second chance, make William feel good. Maybe it's not our destiny to be together, but William deserves to live, the world won't be the same without him. The Lord knows his heart, the Lord knows how good he is, make her well, please.''

Catherine made her prayer in the midst of tears, and has no idea of the time she stayed there crying in silence, because she completely lost track of time. She was interrupted by Rob sitting next to her, she leaned her head on his shoulder and were silent for a while until Rob said ''He didn't wake up'', she squeezed his arm and closed her eyes. Everything seemed like a nightmare.

“I wanted so much to see him. I feel... I feel deep in my heart that I need to talk to him.” she said softly with her eyes closed.

“Catherine, come here.’ said Charles at the door of the chapel. Upon hearing his voice, Rob and Catherine looked back scared, they were not waiting for him there. They both jumped up. “You'll see him!”

Chapter 11

“'Aying myself to be yours again would be to give myself to this bond so strong and so intense that my heart created for you.''  THE END ― Part II”

Catherine was preparing to enter the Intensive Care Unit, a nurse gave her a proper outfit and gave her all the necessary information according to the protocol. Her heart beat hard and she controlled her breathing, she would finally see him. Obviously it was not these conditions that I wanted to find him, but just having the chance to talk to him was already a great advance... There's so much to be said, things that maybe he wouldn't have the courage to say if he had looked into his eyes.

The door opens and Catherine is allowed to enter bed 01, William was lying on a hospital bed, covered by sheets as white as snow, surrounded by machines and the only noise in the room was from the devices that controlled his heart rate and blood pressure. His face had a calm face and his chest went up and down calmly. His body no longer needed the use of any help from mechanical ventilation, although the air mask was there in case he needed it. It was like William was sleeping, but why didn't he wake up? Why didn't you open your eyes? It wasn't supposed to be like that.

She approached walking slowly, sitting on the chair next to the bed. First he touched William's face, his soft skin was warm, she made a slight caress with her fingertips the way he always said he liked, after that she took his hand, caressing lightly. Catherine looked at William's sleeping face and took a deep breath to create courage. William's heart beat slowly, calm and calm. Tum-tum. Tum-tum. Tum-tum.

“Oh, my love... I know you can hear me, and maybe I'll finally be able to tell you everything I couldn't before... William, I want to ask you for forgiveness! Forgive me for breaking your trust, forgive me for neglecting our love, I even thought that love had cooled, but now I know that I drowned you myself with my confusions, you have always been there, being you... In the little things showing your love and you never feel as much love as in a situation like this. You love yourself with that desire to love more and more... And I love you, I love you so much... I've planned a life with you, we've talked about it several times, haven't we? I'm willing to do anything for you and I want to learn even more by your side... So I need you to fight! You still have a lot to live, a lot to teach, make a difference... Work on your projects, be the prince that everyone expects you to be and that I know you are... Love, you've always loved the ways I wake you up, how I wanted to hear you say that again... How I wanted to look into your beautiful blue eyes, feel your touch, hear your voice and feel your love... Fight, William!” said Catherine still caressing William's hands, as the words came out of his mouth William's heartbeats increased, he actually felt her presence.

Catherine looked at William's face again and a tear ran down his face, Catherine got up quickly and touched his face with her free hand.

“Oh my God, did you hear me? I'm here, my love... I'm here with you, William.” Catherine whispered and the tip of her finger retraced the path of his tears, from the eye to the ear. “I was sure you would listen to me, get well soon, my love. I love you, William... I love you so much. ― she felt very subtly William move his hand in an attempt to squeeze hers.

A light touch was able to make Catherine's heart take a leap, she looked in the direction of his hand clinging to yours.

“Did you move? Do it again, William.” she said without detaching her eyes from his hands. And very subtly, he moved his hands again. Catherine smiled, a smile of relief. Never before has such a small and simple gesture had so much meaning.

Catherine walked away from William and rang the bedbell and promptly a nurse opened the door, she reported what happened and even behind the mask you can see the smile of both. The brunette kept talking to him, while the nurse evaluated William.

“His blood pressure is great, no fever and his heart rate is very good. Notice here,” the nurse pointed to a monitor. “that he is doing everything alone, we left the air mask just as a precaution. The medications make him more sleepy, they may have been a factor that contributed to his delay in waking up... It's a matter of time for him to wake up.” added the nurse.

“Come on, William... All that's missing! We're all looking forward to seeing you.” said Catherine.

“I'm sorry to say that the visiting time is over, but you can come back tomorrow, maybe by then he wakes up. He's been progressing very well.” said the nurse. Catherine nodded.

“Bye, my love. Get well soon so we can go home.” said Catherine and slowly she leaned in the direction of William and put a kiss on his shoulder. And slowly let go of his hand.

The moment she walked away, William opened his eyes. Still a little confused and sleepy. Catherine could not contain her tears, the nurse next to her signaled for Catherine not to say anything, just let him get used to the environment, maybe his mind was still a little confused after everything that happened.

“Hello, William! Do you know where you are? I am nurse Carly, we are taking care of you here at King Edward VII Hospital. Can I take this mask off your face? You don't need her anymore. ― said Carly looking into William's eyes. He nodded a little confused.

“I'm going to take off the mask and then I want to surprise you.” said the nurse winking at Catherine. “I'm sure you'll love it.” The nurse gently approached William and removed the oxygen mask from the prince's face, measured his pressure again and fixed the serum support. William was very quiet and looked at the nurse. “Very well, now I'm going to give you my surprise that you were an excellent patient... Look what a beautiful girl I have here…"

Catherine turned around the bed and stood next to the nurse, as soon as William put his eyes on Catherine, he opened his mouth but did not make any sound, her beautiful eyes lit up and all she did was cry.

Four days later

Announcement from Kensington Palace

After a detailed evaluation this morning, the Prince of Wales' medical team discharged him from King Edward VII Hospital, but remains under medical supervision.

The prince is comfortable at rest and recovering from the surgical procedure at Kensington Palace.

Kensington Palace

“Kate?” called William.

“Hi, angel.” replied Catherine.

William raised his head and saw Catherine sitting on the floor at the foot of the bed, she scribbled a notebook.

“What are you doing?” he asked curiously.

“I'm finishing drawing you.” she got up and sat next to him on the bed. “You and Luke, actually.”

“You are so talented.” he said and Catherine smiled in response.

Since the day Catherine visited him in the ICU bed and he woke up, she practically did not leave his side, went to visit him on the days that followed and accompanied him on his way home, but they did not talk. Catherine wasn't sure if William had listened to everything she said and he didn't even touch on the subject.

Catherine visited him every day in the hospital and there they were always surrounded by people, now that she was discharged from the hospital to continue with the recovery at home they would have more privacy to talk about, they just lacked the courage to address the subject. William was still digesting everything that happened, after all the pain he felt, surgery and postoperative he felt physically weak, but at the same time he felt renewed and waited for an opportunity to talk to Catherine.

“Do you know what I miss?” asked Catherine putting the notebook on the bed and caressing his face.

“Of what?” he said closing his eyes when he felt the touch of her hands.

“To kiss you.” she replied softly. William opened his eyes to face a pair of green eyes looking with expectation.

“Do you know what I miss?” asked William without turning from her eyes.

“Of what?”

“To have you.” he replied softly. Catherine looked at him confused.

“But you have me, I'm here.” said Catherine squeezing his shoulder.

“Will things go back to the way they were before?” he asked. William moaned in pain as he got up to lean his back against the head of the bed, Catherine got on the bed and sat in front of him.

Catherine could not be more relieved that they finally talked and felt grateful that he had taken the initiative to bring up the subject. Maybe she didn't take the fate she wanted, but she could never say she didn't try.

“No.” said Catherine smiling. “I don't want you to come back like before... I want it to be even better... William, I don't know if you heard everything I told you in the hospital, but if you have to, I'll say it all over again…"

“I heard... Well, in parts... I can't explain it…" said William quietly. Catherine smiled.

“Will, I don't want to neglect our love. I now understand that love needs to be cultivated, nourished and preserved and that this does not depend only on one of us, but on both... Together. When you were in the ICU, first they didn't let me in... It was your father who went, so I started walking through the hospital until I got to a chapel... I made a prayer... For you.” Catherine spoke looking into his eyes. “I asked you to have a second chance, even if it wasn't our destiny to be together. You are so good, an amazing human being and you are the man of my dreams and know that I would open my hand to be with you if that is the reason for you to stay alive, I can't imagine a world where you don't exist, you know?”

“Kate... You are the reason why I wanted to stay alive, I wanted to wake up because I heard your voice, I felt you. You inspire me, give me strength and make me want to live, make me want to be a better person, even though I don't deserve you... I want you, because you are everything to me.” said William holding her hand.

“I love you.” they said at the same time and started smiling. A smile that turned into a laugh.

Laugh that made William's belly hurt and made Catherine pull the blanket to caress his abdomen his chest, Catherine got even closer to his body and when she raised her head, her face was very close to his, she touched her lips with the tip of her tongue and in a subtle movement, he tilted his head slightly, rubbing his lips on hers, contoured with his tongue his mouth, his eyes closed, eternalizing in the memory every word spoken by both. She breathed deeply, anticipating the sweet and tender kiss that was reciprocated and both felt the weeks they spent distant dissolved in a passionate kiss.

As Catherine anticipated her vacation to stay with William, Matt was covering her demands, the friendship between them remained intact even with everything that happened, everything was just a misunderstanding and both knew how to separate the differences to keep the professional environment a pleasant place. Keeping friendships does not mean acting in the same way, both Catherine and Matt changed some attitudes and established some limits and when Matt learned that William had been hospitalized he was the first to make himself available to replace her at work, although the prince does not feel as much affection for him as She was equally grateful for her kindness. Elisa, Mr. Newton's secretary, finally found the courage to open up and confess her attraction to Matt, who wasted no time in investing in a new relationship and Catherine's absence was contributing to the unfolding of this relationship.

Catherine's first official engagement with William representing the crown was a success, there were several articles and photos about the engagement at Liverpool University Hospital and when John saw the news related to that day, when he saw the photos of her and the way she behaved next to William he realized that he would never have her back and even if she did not stay with the prince, she would never look at her that way, so he finally decided to put an end to that obsession. After serving his sentence in prison, John never intended to do anything to hurt her again but still kept a lot of interest in her life, Catherine was like a drug to him, addictive and destructive. He decided to start his life again, he no longer wanted to feed this interest in her, because he knew that everything could cross the line, as has happened before, but he would never be able to start over by seeing her face every day in newspapers, magazines and tabloids... The labor market was scarce and his reputation in London was not the best, finally he decided to restart his life away from everyone and left for France. John no longer had friends and many family members no longer talked to him, so he just had to say goodbye to his parents.

Catherine did not look for him and this was a great relief for everyone, including John. The great irony of fate is that on the same day he embarked for France bound for the city of Avignon, she burned the two drawing books. In a way, this marked the end of the story.

1 month later

Chelsea, London

The small shapeless and white forms falling lightly over almost all of London slowly but incessantly causing the streets and roofs to be covered by a thick layer of ice. The temperature was very low, to say it was cold was an understatement, but none of this was a problem for the occupants of the Old Church St Street apartment.

“Unfortunately it's snowing a lot, I won't be able to go home.” said William with a smile on his face.

“What sad news.” Catherine replied smiling too. “You'll have to sleep here.” William took her hand and pulled her closer to him and opened the curtain.

William and Catherine were stand in front of the window of her apartment, the snow fell slowly, the pole light dimly illuminated the small blocks floating slowly, a delight for the eyes.

In the corner of the room there was a large Christmas tree, decorated with small golden balls and bows of the same color. Small lights around the tree blinked in a lively rhythm illuminating everything. On top of the fireplace and on the shelves several and Christmas ornaments made the environment even more cozy and special.

“We can turn our Christmas Eve into something special, since you're going to Sandringham tomorrow.” said Catherine quietly leaning on his chest.

“Excellent idea, my love.” said William kissing her shoulder.

“I have some ideas in mind.” said Catherine turning in front of him.

“I love your ideas, you always end up naked and that's perfect.” said William smiling kissing the tip of her nose.

“William…" said Catherine.

“Love, it's been more than 2 months.” William replied leaning his forehead on her shoulder. “Damn appendix. I miss having you like this.”

“I miss it too, love…" said Catherine caressing the back of his neck. “We can have all this today, but let's first celebrate our early Christmas, what do you think?”

“I think it's perfect.” said William.

Catherine pulled him by the hand and took him to her room.

“Sit here.” Catherine said and pushed him to sit on the bed. William obeyed. He didn't lie when he said he loved her ideas, because she always made the best surprises, regardless of whether there would be sex or not, he loved to be surprised by her.

“What are you going to do? ― asked William when he saw her enter the closet. "Wait a minute," she said opening the closet door. William waited anxiously.

“Close your eyes! ― said Catherine entering the room with a large box in her hand. William obeyed her as usual. She approached stopping in front of him and put the box on his lap. “You can open your eyes.” she smiled in expectation. “It's kind of silly, but it will be a moment of our own.”

William opened his eyes and saw a very beautiful red box and smiled now looking into his eyes, she motioned for him to open the box and he promptly undid the loop and removed the lid revealing the contents.

There were two hand-knitted wool sweaters in red, two pairs of colored socks, a small picture painted by Catherine, another wrapping and an envelope.

“Oh, my love!” exclaimed William taking the gifts out of the box. First the sweater.

“One for me and one for you... Just like the socks... So we can watch movies. I was going to give it to you another day, but we can use it today, what do you think?” said Catherine sitting next to him.

“Of course we can, I love you in red.” he replied by looking at the details of the sweater and socks. He carefully put them on the bed and took the envelope.

“The letter I prefer you to read it alone.” she said timidly.

“Did you know that I also wrote a letter to you?” he said touching her face. Catherine smiled. “I'll read it later.” he put the envelope inside the box again and took the painting. A painting of the 13 shields of the Aston Villa from the first to the current shield. “How perfect, I loved my beautiful. Thank you.” said William in amaze, putting a peck in her mouth.

“I think you like the latter more.” she said smiling. William opened the package and can't help but laugh.

“I can't believe it!” he said lifting a retro Aston Villa shirt. “Love, how did you do it? I've been trying to find this one for years.” he analyzed all the details of the shirt, his eyes shone with excitement and Catherine looked at him in love, seeing him smile like that confirmed how it was worth all the effort to get the gift.

“I have my contacts…" she smiled. “Did you like it, Wills?” he took the box off his lap, got up and pulled it to himself.

“Kate, you're perfect, I loved everything.” he said kissing her hands. “Thank you.”

“I'm glad you liked it.” replied Catherine. William pulled her gently and deposited several kisses on her face and lips.

William couldn't stop smiling while keeping his shirt, painting and envelope in the box. Catherine took her sweater and her pair of socks to wear. The prince took off the sweater he was wearing to dress his pair.

“Love, come here…" called Catherine. William went behind her into the closet and saw her standing in front of the mirror and stopped behind her. “We're so cheesy, but I loved it.” she said laughing.

“You look beautiful.” he hugged her from behind and put a kiss on her neck. “What else do you have in mind?” Catherine smiled looking at the image in the mirror.

William and Catherine wearing the same sweaters and wool socks prepare a small dinner together, drinking wine and talking about various subjects. He had the gift of turning a casual conversation into something unforgettable and every time he made her smile, she felt something warm inside her.

Now there, sitting on the living room floor while watching a Christmas movie, William and Catherine were able to experience once again the nuances of love.

Sandringham, Norfolk, United Kingdom

William took off his scarf and sat on the chair as he opened the envelope and removed a small handwritten letter.

Dear William,

This year I learned that in this life things change very quickly, one day everything is great, the next it's not good at all, I learned that it's too easy to fall in love, but it's not that easy to stay in love. I learned that love is a daily choice.

I chose you, William.

And I want to choose you every day.

Merry Christmas, my love.

With love,

Catherine

West Berkshire, England

Catherine was sitting in her room at her parents' house and held a small golden box with an envelope addressed to her, it could only be William's. She smiled as she removed a small handwritten card from inside the envelope.

Catherine,

I love the way you look at me and how you care, I love your ideas and your advice.

I love being with you and I miss you when you're far away.

This year was intense and I thank you for spending a good part by my side, especially in the moments when I needed it most,

You inspire me and enchant me, I love the story we are building together so much.

I love you.

Merry Christmas!

Lots of kisses,

William

She couldn't help but smile, kept the envelope and undid the noose from the box to open it. William presented her with a beautiful pair of green amethyst earrings with diamonds. The prince made the right choice, Catherine loved the gift and without thinking twice took the phone to call him. William answered right at the first touch, she thanked for the gift and wished again a merry Christmas, they talked briefly about how great the day was being and how much they missed each other. The prince had to end the call, because he had some royal duties, but promised to return calmly later. They both spent an excellent day in the company of their family members.

At the end of the night, William returned by FaceTime.

“Love, I found out that you didn't receive the complete gift.” he said leaning over the office desk.

“Really?” she said curious.

“Yes, they forgot to take it to another box.” he said head down.

“And what's there?” she asked curiously.

“Try to guess.” said William smiling.

“Is it a shoe? A bag? A bracelet?” Catherine began to say everything that came to her mind. William started laughing.

“My God, you'll never guess.” he replied laughing a lot, holding a gift box where a pair of binoculars were wrapped.

“Tell me what it is, then.” said Catherine pretending to be angry.

“I prefer to surprise you, tomorrow I'll give it to you.” he replied by opening the drawer to store the gift and the black velvet box caught his attention. Without her seeing it, because he had the camera on in a video call, he opened the box revealing the blue sapphire ring that belonged to his mother Diana.

“What are you doing?” she asked confused. William closed the drawer and smiled looking at her.

“Love, what do you think about taking a trip to Kenya? I know a chalet there that I'm sure you'll love to visit.” said William making Catherine smile once again, having no idea of the surprise he was preparing and that this trip would change the whole trajectory of his life.

Epilogue

“Christmas Eve Eve.”

The film was already in the credits, when William leaned his elbow on the improvised mattress in the living room to check if Catherine was sleeping.

“I thought you were already sleeping.” said William looking at Catherine who smiled at him. She ran her right hand over his face.

“Of course not, we still have more things to do, don't we?” she replied and ran her index finger through William's lips.

“Hummm…" that's what William just said when he felt the touch of Catherine's finger in his mouth. He gently turned Catherine's body so that they were facing each other and slips one of his hands down her neck, making her sigh. They haven't had sex for a little more than 2 months because of the breakup, surgery and recovery. During the recovery they had some intimacies, but it was very limited because William could not make any kind of effort on medical recommendation. “I miss you so much... I had to lose you all this time to find out that I can't lose any more day, you are all I want.”

No other man was like William, in Catherine's view. No other man knew how to touch her and knew her body like him and upon hearing that statement, a little reluctant Catherine moves away from the prince's caresses and kneels on the mattress looking into his eyes.

“Take off your clothes.” she said softly. William doesn't say anything, he just smiles without ceasing to look into her eyes.

William sits on the bed and takes off his sweater, when he was going to throw it on the couch, she takes the blouse from his hands and inhales it to feel his perfume, he also takes off his shirt, she does the same and then throws them on the couch and approaches him again. Catherine touches William's neck and slowly goes down her fingertips through the hot skin of his abdomen, his body shivers all over when he feels her delicate touch.

His hand reaches the waistband of his sweatpants and William gets exciting, but he raises his hand again to his shoulder and pushes him lightly so that he lies down. He obeys and as soon as he lies down she approaches again kissing his shoulder, then his naked chest, his belly and when he gets down there again, she caresses his waist and with both fingers on each side makes the mention of removing the fabric. William understands the message and takes off his pants.

“I want to see you too.” said William caressing her waist. Catherine smiles.

“You like red, don't you?” she said taking off her pants. William laughs devilishly.

“I love it.” said William massaging her thighs. Catherine slowly removes the sweater revealing her cropped lingerie in red tulle, the bra has no bulge, only a rim held the lining with strappy details drawn on the bra valued her small breasts emphasizing and leaving them flashy. Her marked silhouette made the color and shape perfectly adjusted to the brunette's body, her tiny lace panties provided the sensuality and pleasure in the right measure to enchant William even more, who when contemplating the body of his beloved loses his breath and already felt the pleasure inflate for her. “What a wonderful sight, you are perfect.”

Catherine seeks the words again, her green eyes fixed on the blue of William who kneels on the mattress next to her and descends her left hand slowly behind her back, stopping at her waist. That seems to have awakened her, giving Catherine the ability to speak.

“I need you.” Catherine could, but she didn't want to resist anymore. His whole body longed for him. Catherine climbs her hands through William's wide and strong chest, where she loves to let herself stay after making love to him. She continues the path of her fingers through her neck, reaching the face she loved to kiss so much. William delights in her touches and does nothing to interrupt or rush her. He's there. She's there. May everything happen in the time it takes to happen. The prince turns his face a little and kisses the palms of her hands, making her smile. Catherine slightly scratches the back of her neck, bringing her face closer and closer to his. William loved the way she looked at him and as soon as he felt her lips press his, he wrapped her around the waist and kept her stuck next to him as they kissed. A kiss of longing, of despair, of hope. A kiss of all the nuances of love.

“You drive me crazy.” Catherine sits William's words reverberating in her heart. All her senses are awake, she takes a deep breath. She loved him. A lot. She wants him by her side, sharing the days, the afternoons, the nights, the smiles, the tears and everything else that comes along the way. It's his smile that she wants to find at the end of the day. It's his hug she wants to receive after a difficult time.

“Happy Christmas Eve.” she whispers with sweetness and horniness. In the right measure to drive him crazy. She closes her eyes and puts her head on his shoulder, hugging and letting herself be hugged.

“Happy Christmas Eve.” he responds affectionately, very close to her ear.

When she feels a caress on her neck, she raises her head and opens her eyes, come across William's blue. Catherine finds certainties there that she didn't even know she was looking for.

“I missed you so much, love.” he confesses while kissing your neck.

“Finally let's kill this longing.” she replied and kissed him again.

Her kiss makes him sigh. Her kiss makes him forget everything. The intensity of the kiss increases, the two want each other a lot. Their bodies miss each other, they keep kissing until he sits down and accommodates her on top of him. Catherine throws her head back as she feels William's mouth sliding down her neck and going to her shoulder, going through her skin with kisses and caresses. His hands walk through every curve of the slender body and feeling the smooth and fragrant skin burning with desire. As her tongues dance, Catherine scratches his shoulders pulling a loud sigh from him. She starts kissing his face, going down his neck, reaching his collarbone, one of his weak points. Rehearses a bite there and makes him take a deep breath by letting out a small moan.

William can't resist and takes his hands to her small breasts, his fingers feeling the bristly nipples, perfect in the red lace causing a reaction already visible in his box underwear. The prince soon gets rid of that beautiful lingerie that was preventing him from feeling it. When Catherine kisses him again, he fits her breasts in her hands, caressing her nipples, feeling them harden between her fingers. She moans, leaving her lips half-open and moving her hips on his lap, feeling him on his thigh.

Their looks date each other's bodies. Her fingers touch William's defined chest, her nails scratch the way to the nape of the neck, making the two sigh together. With his fingertips, the prince slides through Catherine's traces, touching her nose, the cheekbones that jump when she smiles wide, going down to the soft lips that he loves to kiss so much. Without taking that little distance anymore, she intertwines her fingers through her long and voluminous hair, pulling her into a devastating kiss.

They press their lips against each other and the bodies at the same time. Languages involve your desires. William walks his hands on Catherine's back, making her gasp and moan against her mouth. He always thought her way of surrendering was beautiful, the way her whole body trembles at his touch, how he can feel her skin goosebumps.

Without hesitation, the prince slightly scratches her firm buttocks back and forth on her back. Catherine feels her pleasure hurt, squeezing her mouth even more in William's and her fingers on the back of his neck, biting his lips hard. William firm her with his hands on her back and lay her on the bed, staying on top of her. He for a moment with kisses and caresses just to admire her.

“You're so beautiful and hot.” He smiles. “I can't help but say that.” He takes your hands and kisses each of her fingers.

Catherine holds the prince's face, staring at him, as if wanting to keep in new memories each of those traits, every little detail. In a discreet movement of the lips, a subtle smile adorns her face. A small smile, but full of meanings. A smile that William loves and can't resist. He lowers his eyes to Catherine's mouth and kisses her once again, savoring those soft lips he loves.

The prince makes a trail of wet kisses going down her chin, reaching her neck and letting himself be inebriated by her smell. Once again, she moves her head back, leaving her lap free. William goes down distributing kisses and hickeys, going further down, going through the little valley between her breasts. Catherine pulls the back of William's neck and looks at him in a mute request. He knows what she wants, he knows what she can't resist, but decides to play, climbing a little, walking with his tongue down her shoulders and leaving hickeys at points that make her shudder, marking her in places that only he would see.

“Oh, William.” Catherine moans as she feels his lips taking her breasts.” She grabs his back, moving her body to meet him. He sucks, licks and nibbles on his already bristly and sensitive nipples. The brunette pulls his nape harder, making him stop with those delicious caresses or she would surrender before he even touches her sex.

Seeing Catherine already with altered breathing and reddened cheeks, William smiles. He seeks her lips for a slow, cove and calm kiss while her hands soon get rid of his box underwear. He helps to lower the fabric and now there were only her panties between their bodies. William presses his hip against Catherine's body and sighs, looking at him, asking for him.

The long fingers of the Prince of Wales run along the side of his beloved's body, shivering her and making her almost lose her senses with the sensations of that caress on her skin. With affection, he slides her panties, dragging the fabric to her feet. In a moment of amazement, William goes all over it with his eyes, admiring the woman he has there, so close, so close to him. You would never get tired of looking at her, such a woman in her natural beauty. But her mouth thirsts for that skin. He then holds her right leg and starts kissing her delicate and small foot, goes down her calf, reaches her knee and slowly runs down her thigh. As soon as he finds the groin, he passes with an affectionate breath, provoking it and going to the left leg, kissing it for its entire length as well. Catherine moves, anxious for him, already knowing herself wet with desire.

“Will... William…" he smiles as he faces her, loving her name said in that tone of lust and pleasure.

William positions himself between her legs, kissing her sex, sucking her clitoris, making her bend her body and close her eyes, trying to seek strength to resist and prolong her pleasure, biting her lower lip so as not to moan so loudly. The sounds that come out of her throat make William give up on teasing Catherine, he really wants to satisfy his desire to have himself inside her. Upon noticing the prince's movements, she prepares herself excitingly, holding his penis, playing with him in her agile and skillful hands.

“Fuck, Kate…" it's his turn to gasp. Catherine's caresses almost take him to heaven. He crawls over her and fits, looking her in the eye. She guides him between her legs. His eyes say so much, they talk so much and his lips are hungry, thirsty. Her tongue slides down his lips and then sucks every bit of your man's lips. The faces walk by each other, the noses touch each other with affection.

Catherine lets go of her hands and gets lost in her prince's blue eyes, finding there the same adoration as when they gave themselves to each other for the first time. The two stare at each other as he slides slowly into her, letting her feel every inch of her penis, a contact that makes the two dive so deep into each other that not even fear can reach them. The lips seek each other and meet again, they delight in each other's taste as intense as they can, while their bodies cradle at a slow and strong pace. Every time William enters it, Catherine moans between the kisses. The two are ecstatic, dizzy with pleasure, marked by love. Skin on skin. It's hard to hold back the ecstasy with each other's desire so much.

The desire is so much that the two stop the kiss and just stare at each other, with their faces very close, mixing the breaths. Their bodies guided by pure instinct, moving faster and faster, seeking maximum pleasure, allowing themselves to be guided by desire. Catherine squeezes William against her and slides her legs through his body until she lands them both on her waist, allowing him to go even deeper inside her. His nails scratch his shoulders and back. William moans a little more panting than her, almost reaching orgasm. She smiles when she sees him feel so much pleasure in satisfying himself with her.

“Will…" Catherine calls him and he opens his eyes, staring at her.

Catherine wants to dive even deeper into that blue as their bodies indulge in the magical pleasure of orgasm, squeezing it in her intimacy and feeling it squeeze her back, the way she loves it. Although small compared to his size, she was never fragile. She shuffs her fingers around the back of her neck, squeezing it. The breaths mix even more panting as their bodies collide and surrender, prolonging the pleasure of having each other. The two kiss seeking to appease their tremors and spasms. William turns on the bed and takes Catherine's body on top of his, squeezing it against him, wanting to make sure that what had just happened was really real, that she is really in his arms.

As if guessing his thoughts, the brunette sits on top and kisses him slowly, telling him of her passion while his tongues seek and meet. William lets his fingers run through his long hair, removing some messy strands that stuck to his sweaty face.

“Did you like it?” he asks with a full smile.

She contemplates him, walks her fingers through his face, skirting his lips. The man she loves is naked under her, in her house, in her life. William exists and that makes her smile. The fact that he is there inspires her to want to live every day with more commitment the duties that await her, makes her want to make small and large trips, to discover other reasons that make her have that beautiful and sincere smile.

“I loved it, William. I missed making love to you so much.”

“I am and will always be in love with you. I'm so happy that we did this again, you know?” he squeezes her even more against her body and sighs when she laps her head on her wide chest. William kisses her hair, paying attention to her every tiny reaction, which only better wraps her arms around him and closes her eyes.

“I love you.” Catherine declares herself and the prince distributes smells through her hair.

“I love you, beautiful.” A smile dances on his face.

“This is the best Christmas Eve of all.”  Catherine raises her face and raises her body a little, getting closer. “Even if improvised, it's being one of our best moments this year…"

“You always have the best surprises…"

“And you…" she puts a finger on his lips and gets a kiss. “she has the most beautiful eyes in the world.

The prince smiles and is moved to hear her. Without words that can convey to Catherine the size of his love, he carefully wraps her in his arms and kisses her until they both lose their breath.

Catherine lies down again on his chest, looking for the pulse of that heart. The two are silent, enjoying each other's presence. Slowly, the fingers come together and intertwine.

The snow was slowly falling outside and everything always seemed to fit together. Christmas is magical and it's more than a date, a party... It is the celebration of a new beginning full of peace and love... And lying there, together. Catherine and William felt that way, because everything in life gets even better when you have someone to love.

#cambridgepride #alifelessface

[katelynnwrites]

Not a request but I thought I’d show you a little of the writing I worked on yesterday. I need your opinions 🙃

I bumped into her completely by accident as I got up from the table I was working at spilling coffee all over the most beautiful woman ever. Ignoring that the hot coffee had spilled on me too I immediately hold my hands up to apologize. “I’m so so sorry Miss, I wasn’t paying attention, I had my back turned, I’ll buy you a new one.” She waves it off and looks at me.

“No worries, did I get your laptop wet?”She asks worried.

“Syd come on we’re going to be late for madame Labay,” one of the girls asked in German.

Madame Labay… the fortune teller that was in town? Huh wouldn’t peg this woman as the fortune telling type but who am I to judge when I went to see Madame Labay just last week.

The woman excused herself from the conversation while apologizing as she left with her friends.

When you go to Madame Labay you have to be desperate like the universe is against you every step of the way. She’ll help you find what you’re looking for.

While Sydney is at Madame Labay she finds that she’s already bumped into the person she was meant to meet that would be the missing piece to her puzzle. Something about coffee being spilled, fan at a game, and mysterious were all that Madame Labay could see for the missing piece. Happiness, calm, and success we’re all Labay could see for her future.

Sydney’s friends being in the room with her think back to the latest interaction and Sydney clearly having the same thought wants to find this mysterious coffee shop woman before it’s too late. Klara and Lea are already running with Lina calling Glodis, Georgia and Giulia in hopes they cand distract the person so she doesn’t leave.

Helga and myself were just packing up when one of the three women that had come in as a group but stayed behind came up to the table.

“Hi I like your shirt where’d you get it,” one of them asks. I had seen her before but I couldn’t remember where. Of course though she wasn’t talking to me, I was an acquired taste and definitely nothing like the woman standing at our table look wise. Helga had no problem answering so per usual I tuned out their conversation. That only worked for 60 seconds until another woman came to the table and asked me a question that caught me completely off guard.

“Sorry not to be rude but are you taken,” the other one asked she spoke English which helped me a lot.

“Um,” I glance at Helga she’s usually the one who manages to get me out of these types of conversations but of course she was distracted and I was on my own. “Um, yes.”

The next 30 minutes were the longest 30 minutes of my life as the five of us had a conversation. Finally Helga and I are able to leave and as we’re leaving I remember where I had seen all of the women before.

“Hey Sydney you have a fun run,” I ask looking at the out of breathe woman I had bumped into earlier and seen play a few weeks before.

She looks at me with confusion and then to the three women behind Helga and I.

“Find what you were looking for?” I ask staring straight at her. Looking back and forth between the three women and myself I could tell she was nervous almost a little scared. How odd usually it’s the other way around. Am I…am I someone’s problem now. As a smirk creeps onto my face I hide it just enough so Syd can’t see it.

“Yeah but,” she trails off looking over my shoulder.

“But you’re afraid of what it is you found? Or maybe it’s you think you missed something,” I ask knowing she was looking at my coworker. I had literally just told Helga we would have a date it’s what we always called our meetings when working on projects it was the one thing that got us through the day. It is possible that she overheard the date part.

“Or maybe you’re afraid of the unknown that comes with having found the thing you were looking for?” Having been in her position one too many times I thought it would be nice to see myself as the one with a little more power.

She looks at me with this sudden curiosity like I had just read her mind. She’s really looking at me at i almost feel vulnerable but I refuse to be the vulnerable one today. Helga thankfully breaks the silent stare between us.

“Hey that was Fredrick he said he’ll be at work tomorrow as well with Steph so it’ll be a double work date,” Helga says hanging up her phone.

Sydney’s entire expression changes from the pained one earlier to sudden relief.

Leaning in close to her ear I whisper, “looks like you don’t have to be afraid of the unknown, huh?” Watching as her body tenses i know for sure she was worried about me and Helga.

“Sydney may I ask you on a date?”

“How did you know?” She whispers in disbelief.

With a smirk I ask her for her phone and put in my number and let her take a picture. She texts me immediately after and I snap the most perfect shot of her. “I’m usually off of work by 18 o’clock so I’m usually free every night just text me when you’re free and we can set up a date.”

ooh interesting, can't wait to see what else you have been working on

#asks #and answered

[vicstmichael]

15 Questions 15 Mutuals

Rules: Answer the questions as yourself or as an OC of your choice

I was tagged by @artcoffeecats! Thank you for still tagging me in fun things even though I'm never here <3 You're the best!

My tags are: @cydneydaemon, @rachaellawrites, @ashirisu, @dewiwrites, @brieflyinfatuated, @scribe-of-stories and whoever else wants to play because that's all I can think of off the top of my head!

Okay I'm totally stealing Mary's idea of answering as two MCs (one in bold, one in italics) and having them banter back and forth (go see their original post, it's so cute) because it looks like so much fun!

I'll answer as Jamie Prowse and River Gray from my latest WIP:

1. Are you named after anyone?

Yeah, my Grandpa on my Dad's side! He was so chill. Took me to my first Seahawks game. I'm not much of a 'James,' though. Jamie is fine.

Couldn't tell you. My mother never told me, and I don't care enough to ask her.

2. When was the last time you cried?

Like, yesterday, probably? I saw a really cute dog.

The night I moved in with my brother. And Jamie, by proxy. It was a momentary lapse in control that won't happen again, trust me.

3. Do you have kids?

No, but I think I'd like to have them someday.

I'm sorry, what?

Uhh--maybe we should table this conversation, yeah?

No, no. We're having it right now.

Omg look over there, what's that? *points, runs away*

4. Do you use sarcasm?

I never used to, but I've been doing it a lot more since River moved in. I think it's contagious.

Fortunately for me, stupidity isn't contagious.

5. What's the first thing you notice about people?

Eyes, easy. They tell you a lot. And, uhh, I have this weird superpower where I can gauge a person's mental state pretty much instantly. Like, if they're okay or not.

He's not kidding. It's creepy. For me it's whether or not the person is a threat.

*scoffs* How often are people actually threats, though?

More often than you'd think.

6. What's your eye color?

Hazel, like my dad's! They remind me of the woods back home. I like them, they're one of my best features!

Blue.

He's being modest. They're, this--like--rich, dark, midnight blue. They're gorgeous.

Jamie. *blushes*

*grins* You loved it, shut up.

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

Ooh, I love scary movies!

Ugh. Do I have to...?

It's fine, Riv, there's nothing wrong with liking happy endings! It's cute!

Shut up. I just think... you watch a movie or read a book to escape, right? There's enough pain in the world as it is. Why willingly put yourself through more when you could choose joy instead?

8. Any special talents?

He thinks the fact that I can speak French is a talent. I don't really see it that way, though. I don't know... photography is a talent. I'm good at that.

And writing! He's a great writer, especially poems. My talent is bass. Oh, and cooking! Those are pretty much the only things I'm really great at.

*Frowns* Not the only things.

What else, then?

Is being annoying a talent?

You're so mean. Wait, is making people laugh a talent? That counts, right? I can make pretty much anyone laugh if I really try.

Yeah, Jamie. That counts. *smiles*

9. Where were you born?

Seattle born and bred, baby!

Bordeaux, France. Didn't stay long after, though.

10. What are your hobbies?

Playing bass. Songwriting. Jamming with the roomies. Can it still be a hobby if it's also your career?

I hope so, because I was going to say photography. I also enjoy hiking and poetry--reading and writing.

And journaling. *smirks*

Hey, focus on your own hobbies.

11. Have you any pets?

Not yet, but someday we're getting a dog. Right, Riv?

Seriously? You know I'm a cat person. Having a dog is one step below having an actual child, you realize that, right? You can't even keep a fish alive.

Ye of little faith. Besides, cats are scary.

You would think that.

12. What sports do you play/have played?

I played football for like five minutes in high school, but it was interfering with band stuff. Does watching football count?

Sports? Ugh. Pass.

13. How tall are you?

I dunno, 6'2? Tall enough to be constantly hitting my head on shit.

...5'8...

He's just a cute lil guy. Just the cutest, ittiest, bittiest--

Jamie.

14. Favorite subject in school?

Music class! That's a cop out, right? It's true though. I liked it. Plus, my music teacher was a total fox. *grins* Ms. Dawson. I wonder how she's doing these days.

*raises an eyebrow*

Aww. I just wanted to see if you'd get jealous. Okay, you go!

Classic lit. Took it as an elective in college. I much preferred it to my business and finance courses.

15. Dream job?

I have my dream job. Playing music for a living with my best friends.

I suppose I have mine, too. Shooting photos of my brother and Jamie playing music with their best friends for a living. Not the direction I expected my life to take, but I'll take it.

Awww. Love you, baby.

Yeah, I know. *blushes*

Cool it, Han Solo.

#vicstmichael #tag game #15 questions #my wip #untitled rock band WIP #writers on tumblr #writers corner #writing community #creative writing #writeblr

[pashminalamb]

Seriously what is some peoples problem? It’s like they’ve never read more than one fanfic on their life before. Most story ideas aren’t original and we just interpret them differently and therefore write them differently. Even if they are similar, it doesn’t mean that it’s copied and pasted. It’s such a simple concept that isn’t that hard to understand. And if people have unasked criticism to give the least they can do is come off anon for some sense dignity. And this is absolute no hate to the other author, I love their works and I was just on their blog and saw the discourse so I came straight over, and they’re super chill about the misunderstanding with the readers. I think it’s just the readers that got offended on behalf of the author. But even though that’s the case, they really shouldn’t have pushed it so far as to start harassing you abt it, especially if the authors they’re defending already said something abt it. This makes me so mad because you talked about this fic for such a long time and we’re so excited to post it too. I can’t count even the number of times I’ve been criticized for something without any indication that I needed the advice. Writing wise or not. So I can understand your feelings a bit. I’m sorry this happened to you. Some people are just negative for no reason. If you do decide to delete the fic, that’s totally up to you, but if it were me I’d keep it up and delete any negative comments or asks about it just for spite. I’ll say it again, the fic was amazing and I loved reading it. *sends many comforting virtual hugs*

- ✨ anon

Hi starry!!! (o^^o)

Okay so first things first, I’m not ignoring you; for some reason you’re not turning up in the asks section of the app; just through the inbox on my pc and I was gonna answer your ask from yesterday-but I was really drained and I have other asks to respond to as well (I was screaming on the inside when I saw you come off anon but I’m saving my reaction to answer that ask and I thought of answering this one first)

I was feeling pretty low earlier mostly because the anon just assumed stuff abt me (that too on anonymous which is so contradictory) when I’m actually a really closed person here; just minding my business writing and creating content. And even now they sent an ask despite Zari stepping in and talking about it. What part of discourse settled do these people not get? There are a million questions and a million answers and rather than accepting the fic for the way it is, they just want to point out the flaws of it. And there are so many fics are similar! I literally spoke about my work getting paraphrased and plot lines that have been masked despite it being originally mine.

And why would I even copy paste an idea? Especially since I’ve gone through the same thing and didn’t appreciate it? And like I said even for Zari’s message; there are a lot of followers here that follow blue lock content blogs apart from mine. So if I had done that, they would have told me in my askbox or at least approached me through my side account.

And yeah I have talked abt this fic for a very long time. Over a week almost - cause I have these discussions with my friends who are into my hobbies as well. Jock x nerd! Girl reverse is such a mainstream thing to write and I took that route - and when we’re talking about nerds science isn’t the hardest thing to think about - and the more questions there are, the more justifications are needed and I don’t have to prove a point to anyone unless it has to do with the person directly associated with the problem (that has already been handled). Tumblr has its own writing prompts page and there are so many people who use it and their prefs coincide with that a lot - like people don’t even bother to think through these things before downright accusing me. (No one’s even gonna talk abt how I was one of the first authors to write for NNN and then the trend started when I was scrolling through latest fics for bllk?)

I wanted to delete the fic since this will leave a scar on my blog- already wants to change the name and pfp, and I can always create new ones but you’re right. I don’t think I will. Delete the comments and move on. And a lot of people liked the fic, cause there was Shidou and Kaiser as well; but then again- I know I’ll have bad memories of this. So I’m waiting for tomorrow or the next couple hours to see how everyone responds to this and maybe see then how it turns out.

I’m gonna be optimistic abt this cause there are a lot of wips and this was one of them.

(And secondly, you have no idea about how I cried a lil cause I thought my anons were gonna be disappointed in me and not wanna come back because of this chaos so I’m really happy to see you)

*koala hugs*

#Belle.☏ #.lost sheep : ✨ anon

[jungwnies]

hello mae! I’m sorry I was a lil mia for a second 🥴

these past few weeks have been nice, a few little bumps every now and then but overall good although i will admit the past few days I’ve been feeling a little sick and ngl it got me and my parents worried so I’m gonna get some blood tests taken during the weekend just to check that everything’s alright and verify that i just probably need some vitamins 🤞🏻🤞🏻

i also went on a walk with my sister the other day and omg i sooo needed that, it even rained a little bit and it was nice, she showed me this street where there’s a whole ass tree in the middle of it like right in the middle (say what now), she found it a couple of months ago on one of her morning walks and has told me about it but i only saw it a couple of days ago and we took some pictures posing in front of it cause this thing was also mASSIVE, not the biggest tree I’ve seen but one of definitely :0

i started korean classes again after two months ish and it’s actually very nice, it helps me keep practicing and studying even if im feeling lazy cause like that was the thing, i could totally study on my own but i just couldn’t (like some people nEED to get a gym membership otherwise they don’t workout, well i need my teacher assigning homework otherwise i won’t do it) ㅠㅠ

i also started journaling a little bit again and it helps a lot so im happy about that ^^

and lastly I’ve been listening to a lot of lana del rey (specifically her nfr album I LOVE ITT 😩😩) and donna missal (her new album “revel” 🤎🤌🏻)

now questions for youuu~

how have you been? how’s life treating you? (honest answers only but feel free to go as deep as you want hehe)

what’s your favorite meal these days? have you drank water today? (if no go now! 😤)

what’s your latest obsession? (any kind of) and lastly, which side of the bed do you sleep on? (very random but im writing this before going to sleep and now im curious, i used to sleep on th right side but now i just stick to the middle and end up on the left lol)

remember to take care of yourself, stretch, drink your liquids, eat your favorite meals/snacks, watch some shows/films, cry if u want to and get some sunlight on you if you can 🫶🏻🫶🏻

i love you maeby baby, have a nice day (and week) im rooting for you!! hehe💓💓

-🧸 anon

i also saw your message about your blood tests coming out okay, which i am so happy about! i wish you nothing but happiness and health omgomgomg.

oh my god, i saw ur message about the swift tickets and im sooo happy for you. i haven't been super active on tumblr, not sure why, just need a break from writing i am BURNT OUT!!! walks are always so refreshing, but in my state its sooo humid i hate walking i feel like bugs stick to my body every time i step outside, but i did go to the beach yesterday (who would've thought...) i am also a gym person who only goes if i have a membership, which is why i haven't gone because i haven't renewed... i AM SO LAZY LMFAO i also loveeee lana del rey, her music is sooo chef's kiss... literally

now to answer your questions :)

how have you been? how’s life treating you? life has notttt been bad recently, a few things here and there piss me off, but that's life??? not ready to start the semester again in september, i am literally dreading it LMFAO!?!?!? but it's okay, i'll stick it through and be successful (hopefully????) i'm going to another state in a few days for vacation so i'm super excited for that, need to get away from home!!!

what’s your favorite meal these days? have you drank water today? my favorite meal definitely has been rice and some sort of meat recently... or pasta!!! i really love carbs tbh, it's awful!?!?!? and yes i've drank some water, but i definitely need more. i appreciate the reminder <3

what’s your latest obsession? jungkook is my latest obsession... jk but also not jk?!?! his song with latto is so good, i was so worried it was going to sound off but i lowkey enjoyed it a lot? but to actually answer ur question i've been obsessed with valorant... i know yikes?!?!? but it's so fun... the last time i played was in like 2021 and i finally got back on and realized how much fun i have playing this game LOL

which side of the bed do you sleep on? i sleep on the left side... it's also the side closest to my door. i don't know why i can't sleep on the right side to be honest... usually i sleep farthest from the door, but i feel most comfortable on the side closest to my door.. but it is also the side closet to the wall LMFAO

remember to take care of yourself, stretch, drink your liquids, eat your favorite meals as well, and catch up on your fave shows and rewatch ur fave movies!! <3333

#🧸 — jungwnies #🧸 anon #🧸 #thank you anon #ily anon #📥 jungwnies #𐐪♡︎₊˚ ― jungwnies #jungwnies anons #jungwnies