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wallgirl · 3 years

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The Little Nereid Part 13

Record of Ragnarok fanfiction

Poseidon x OC

Word count: 1,200

Dynamene, youngest of the 50 Nereids, has lived most of her adolescence as a servant alongside her sisters at Poseidon’s palace. But with her coming-of-age birthday and other developments, what she initially thought was just admiration of her master blossoms into something stronger and more passionate… and painful. Loving someone like Poseidon is not easy period, let alone as your first love. But Dynamene is young and naïve, and all she wants is a chance to be at the sea god’s side.

Categories and warnings: Romance, angst, unrequited love, coming-of-age, earn-your-happy-ending, slow-burn (ish); no sexual content. There will be some graphic violence in the future.

Updated regularly; will have about 20 parts total.

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"Anything?" Poseidon growled lowly at the sailfish that approached him gingerly.

"No, my lord," the sailfish squeaked. "I'm deeply sorry. There has been no sighting of her." It's fins fluttered anxiously.

"Search again. No one rests until she is found. No one."

"Of course, my lord." The sailfish jetted hastily back out into the sea.

Poseidon exhaled through his nose in frustration. It had been hours since he had received word that Dynamene had run away, and there was still no clue as to where she might have gone. He himself was checking all the spots he knew the Nereids frequented near the palace, but they had all come up empty-handed. He was running out of patience. The Nereids that had stayed behind from the trip to their family home had all scattered out into the ocean as well, searching every spot they could think of that Dynamene might have gone too. It frustrated him to think that there were places she liked to visit that he didn't know about, but he snapped at himself for this. Now isn't the time.

He surfaced quickly back at the palace's beach, ocean droplets running off his body as he strode without a break in his pace from the water onto the sand. The preliminary search was turning up empty-handed. Now it was time to look deeper for clues as to where she might be.

He walked the palace halls towards her room, boots clicking heavily. He doubted anything about her escape was premeditated, but it might hold some clue as to where she might have gone.

Once he reached her door, he paused. The door creaked open before him, as if inviting him in. He'd never stepped foot in her room before, and to do so now felt almost invasive. Preposterous, he thought to himself. This is my palace, and this room belongs to me. He entered without a second more of hesitation.

It was strange to think that in the past thousand years, he'd never been in this room.

He approached the boudoir first. There were no cosmetics or other care items on it, save for a single hairbrush and a few hair pins. Her bed was unmade, the blankets tossed hastily to one side. He could picture her the morning of their departure, rushing to get ready for the trip. It was an almost comical thought.

Taking a moment to slowly scan the room, he noticed a glimmer of something blue peeking out from under her pillow. Without hesitation, he flipped it over.

A thin blue satin box laid beneath.

He stared at it. It was the same box he had presented her the bracelet in. Had she been sleeping with it under her pillow all this time? Irrationally sentimental.

He replaced the pillow with more care than necessary.

How could he have known, all those years ago when the Nereids had first come to the palace, that something like this would happen? That the little girl who had shaken upon first introducing herself would someday look at him with unadulterated affection in her eyes instead of terror? He knew many people were drawn to the idea of being at his side. He had power in excess; something many were eager to get a taste of.

But Dynamene had no interest in or need of power. She came from a privileged family, and she led a charmed life. She was sheltered and naïve. Ulterior motives had no place in her pure, simple world. In her mind's eye, she saw him only as a figure of romance. What a sight that must be, he pondered. Trying to imagine himself through the view of an infatuated adolescent girl made his lip curl.

But as misled as her affections might be, they were genuine. She was concerned for him. She wanted to talk to him. She took every chance to catch a glimpse of him. And he had no idea how to respond to it.

No, he was lying to himself. He was already responding in his own way; giving her gifts, entertaining her attempts at conversation, and spending time with her. He was unconsciously encouraging her feelings. But why?

He thought of her wide gray eyes, and how they seemed to hold nothing but love and earnest desire when she stared at him. He'd never seen such a look in anyone else's gaze before. Not for him. It was new, and strange, and all for him. He didn't want her feelings to belong to anyone else. He wanted to matter the most to her. And at the moment, the sun rose and set over him in her eyes.

But things couldn't continue the way they were, in this strange limbo. What would her family do? After this disaster, there was no way they would approve of her staying at his palace. At least, not her sisters. Her parents might be another story. If he gave them his word that he would not harm her... Well, how could they refuse him, anyway? Dynamene already more-or-less belonged to him. The moment her parents had released her to his custody, she had become his. Any show of her still belonging to her parents' house was superficial. They had no power to go against his desires. He was Poseidon, one of the most powerful of Olympus. They were inconsequential in comparison.

Pulling himself out of his thoughts, he felt a faint hum of power coming from somewhere else in the room. His eyes narrowed. The sensation was faint, but insistent - it could only belong to that of an Olympian. There was something in this room that had been imbued with power by an Olympian other than himself.

He quickly honed in on the source; the tall dresser directly across from her bed. He strode to it rapidly and pulled out the bottom drawer.

Tucked in a heap of fabric was a golden pomegranate, faintly glowing with godly power. He grit his teeth, immediately recognizing the power's signature as belonging to Hera. What was an item imbued with Hera's power doing in Dynamene's room? He lifted it with one hand, examining it thoroughly. It appeared to be a blessing of some sort; she must have given it to Dynamene during her recent visit.

He swallowed hard, anger rising once again. If she had anything to do with Dynamene's disappearance, she would find herself meeting the same end as their worthless brother, relations with Zeus be damned. The pomegranate formed a faint crack on its gilded surface; he was squeezing it too tightly in his rage. He replaced it back in the dresser for now. Dynamene had chosen to keep it hidden for some reason, but why, he had no idea. Only Hera was able to answer the questions he had now, but he couldn't leave for Olympus when Dynamene was still missing. Finding her took priority; interrogations could wait until later.

Besides, he was no idiot. Why would Hera have given Dynamene, who was so enamored with him, a blessing, if not to push her into a relationship with him somehow?

He pushed his anger to the back of his mind for now. He had to find Dynamene first. He would sate his wrath later.

Pulling himself back together, he left her room. He had to return to the beach. If need be, he was going to search the whole ocean himself.

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Author’s Notes: Poseidon is such a strange guy.

You know, I was thinking... If he was perfect and completely steadfast in his beliefs, would Sasaki's taunts have gotten to him? Naw. Poseidon is just a superpowered man chasing perfection, and unable to live up to his own ideals. That's a little tragic. Of course, doesn't make him any less messed up. But determination is sexy. I wonder where those ideals came from anyway, that gods should be perfect and this and that? None of the other gods around him his whole life were perfect. Maybe just an excuse for his own superiority complex? Or is he a deeply insecure individual deep down? Gahhhh the world will never know.

#record of ragnarok #record of ragnarok poseidon #poseidon #poseidon x oc #shuumatsu no valkyrie #fanfiction

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ourstarscollided · 3 years

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jatp fanworks appreciation - day 1 (gifs/edits)

motivation - so in true me fashion and my aversion to brevity, i've made three (3) posts (see also writers, artists) to celebrate the wonderful people in this fandom who have made my jatp tumblr experience what it is; a community of people who simply shout into the void about their love of a ghost band and their fearless female leader. i've enjoyed simply being on the sidelines admiring everyone's love for the show, but i thought this would be a good time to really show my appreciation for all these wonderful people, because if i've learned anything from this pandemic, it's that there is NEVER a wrong time to tell someone that they are simply ✨the best✨.

disclaimer: i don't interact with most of these people personally and i simply absorb their content from afar and scream about how wonderful they are in the tags.

There are so many people who constantly put out gifsets and edits that absolutely blow my mind, and it’s basically just my follow list, but here are some that I constantly see churning out content at insane intervals.

Once again, in alphabetical order:

@dreamswithfever -> The COLOURING you use for your gifs is *chef’s kiss*. The incorrect quotes series you have going on? KILLS ME.

@emeraldphantoms -> Your. Willex. Gifsets. Give. Me. So. Much. Pain. Thank you for your creativity!??! There’s only so many scenes with Willie and Alex and yet you manage to find ways to make new gifsets for them.

@emziess -> No thoughts. Just every time I see another one of your sets I’m thinking about how it really just is a series of “countless gifs from JATP”.

@juliesmolinas -> Gahhhh your gifs are so crisp and coloured so nicely I always just find myself staring at them for like a full minute before I realize where I am.

@luke-pattersons -> You are so quick to gif any of the cast’s social media content that I sometimes think that you’ve got like some weird insider knowledge beforehand. It is commendable AF.

@seance -> Your gifsets are SO detailed and SO intricate. Your creativity blows my mind.

And some other people who I always see in the tags and on my dash that also make wonderful things: @charliegillespi, @funny-face, @laracovinskys, @owenjoyners, @owenmercers, @theobligatedklutz , @thereigning-lorelai,

And of course, to all the source/group blogs who are also consistently make content for the fandom (I am definitely missing a whole bunch...): @jatpwomen, @jatpdaily, @jatpsource, @jatpcentral, @juliemolinacentral, @sunsetcurvedaily

Thank you for making my dash a wonderful place and for creating content that helps us relive those 4 hours of content that we got. I will now go back to screaming in the tags about all of your work.

Once again, this is not a definitive list!!

#jatp fanworks appreciation week #alfkejwpf i talk to none of you people so this is making me nervous AF but jus tknow that i love you all from afar and appreciate what you #make for this fandom.#okay gonna post this before i chicken out.#motivation monday

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onekisstotakewithme · 3 years

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Chapter three: 😍😭happy tears - that was perfect ahhhhhh

I’ve melted in to a puddle of goo. I loved it. BJ catching on as the same time into the film as Peg was brilliant. Hawkeye being kinda shy for once in his life cause he loves BJ so much he doesn’t want to impose. Peg being the clever star who orchestrated it all. Gahhhh.

P.E.A.R.

I’m so glad you enjoyed it 💜💜

I will hopefully be coming up with new poly ideas/fics sometime in the future, to keep the content coming 🌈π

However, I do hope this isn’t the last time we see each other, I quite enjoy your company, Pear 💚🍐

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allie1804-fan · 4 years

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Please Assist Me (Chapter 15)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10 , Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14

Warnings : Explicit content

She Said

Having those 2 days with Keanu and no kids was blissful but it still didn’t feel like long enough. We’d got up briefly for lunch but found ourselves back in bed mid afternoon having a serious conversation. The e mail Keanu had received about the Matrix shoot had meant we wanted to make the most of our time to make love without having to keep quiet but it also made it more pressing to talk about whether to tell the kids we were an item, whether he would sleep over at my house at all before going away and how we would deal with being apart.

In normal circumstances, I wouldn’t have hesitated to tell the kids. I knew I wanted him in my life but the fact was, he was going to be away, maybe for 4 or even 5 months so I was unsure about him being around a lot for the next few weeks then just as suddenly disappearing.

“What if you all came with me and we rent a little house over there? You said school is likely to be online for the rest of the year right?”

“Could we even do that? – nobody in Europe wants Americans over there do they? And it would mean me doing all the home schooling and they’d only have each other, none of their friends. I’m sorry but I think it would just be too disruptive for them - we have to stay here, hard as it is”

He looked crestfallen but I think he knew it was a non starter.

“But please, let’s just tell the kids” he pleaded. I want to spend as much time as I can with you before I go and if they don’t know, that’s gonna be tough. And I know you said you didn’t want me to just disappear and that is what I will be doing but, in the future ….”

He paused for emphasis, leaving the ‘future’ word hanging in the air

“In the future, we’re going to have to tackle that challenge every time I have a shoot on location so we’ll just use modern technology right? So they know I’m thinking of them and still there for you even if not in person”

I hugged him to me

“OK, OK, you’re right, let’s start as we mean to go on. Why don’t you come for dinner and sleep over tonight?”

“Deal” he replied, hugging me back.

He Said

I could tell Sophia was a little hesitant about telling the children and going all in with me being “official” before I went to Germany but I couldn’t bear to be apart from her any more than strictly necessary and with my job, this wasn’t going to be just a one off problem. If we wanted to make it work into the future, we had to find a way to deal with this from the get-go.

Later that afternoon, I followed her to Miranda’s house to fetch the children, taking my bike so I’d have transport the following day.

Miguel and Eva were thrilled to see me and begged me to prove to the other kids that I was indeed Duke Caboom! It was fun and still not something that happened too often for me, with other characters being the focus of attention more often. It took a while to get away from there, it being my first time meeting one of the other parents in the bubble and I could tell that news had spread from Julie to Miranda that I wasn’t just Sophia’s boss anymore.

Over dinner Sophia made the announcement to the children that Eva was right that I was now her boyfriend.

“Does that mean you’re going to be our daddy now” Miguel asked in a matter of fact way.

I shook my head and took a minute to swallow my food.

“No, no I’m not because only your daddy can ever be your daddy. I’ll be around here more and I will do some things with you that dads usually do - like errm play games with you or hug you better when you’re hurt, or give you a ride somewhere but I’m not taking his place. So for example tonight I’m here for dinner and I’ll read one of you a bedtime story and then I’m gonna sleep over and be there in the morning to help your mom get you up and ready for school OK?”

“and are you gonna be in mom’s bed because you’re her boyfriend now” Eva piped up with her older child’s knowledge.

I blushed and let Sophia take that one!

“Yes he is, so no sneaking in during the night - there’s not room for more than 2 in my bed”

“So I’m really looking forward to seeing more of you two but I’m also going to have to work away quite soon because I’m making a film in Germany and I have to stay there until it’s all done but we’ll do video calls until I come home so you don’t forget about me”

The children seemed to take all this in their stride thankfully which was a relief to us both. I hoped things really would run smoothly even though it was going to be tough and kind of an up and down beginning to our relationship.

That night I had my first taste in a very long time of making love as quietly as possible so as to avoid detection. I must have been a teenager when I last had to do that! It did make for quite an intense experience though with Sophia shuddering against me, pressing her mouth into my neck as she came followed by me kissing her hard to contain my moans of delight shortly after her.

My next new experience came at 7 the next morning when the kids basically leapt onto the bed and did a pile-on, excited at a new person being in the family mix. It was a bit of a rude awakening but also one that filled my heart with warm fuzzies to be part of this family unit.

She Said

The day I’d been dreading had arrived. It was the last day before Keanu was travelling to Germany. It was Julie’s school day so I dropped the kids with her and headed over to his house. He put on a pot of coffee and pulled me towards him for a kiss. I found myself puckering up to the air though as he held back, letting me make a fool of myself, eyes closed, waiting expectantly for his kiss. It was one of his silly jokes that he’d developed in the past 3 weeks since we’d been together more often. It was funny how much of a goofball he could be as well as so serious and focussed.

I laughed and punched him on arm but as I looked out of the kitchen window, a wave of sadness overtook me.

“Hey what’s up?”

“gahhhh, I just worry that this wonderful time we’ve been having, our laughter, our passion, it’s all just going to make the next few months even harder……..”

He gently placed his hands on my upper arms then, looking me seriously in the eyes. He seemed ready to give me a proper talking to!

“But Sophia sweetheart, the alternative sucks right? I tell you, I am done with closing myself off to love to protect myself, life’s just too short” He paused for a moment “And I do love you”

“You do?”

“Yes!”

“I love you too!” I know my tone was perhaps inappropriately sad, but I was just feeling so wretched about him going.

“Hey, but that’s a good thing right? That it’s mutual?”

I nodded and let him pull me into his arms and hold me tight.

He Said

It was an odd moment when we said those three little words. With my impending departure, it just seemed to make Sophia all the more heartbroken that I was leaving just at this moment.

I felt her shake against me uncontrollably and let her wet my shirt with her tears for a while.

Then I decided to use the weapon of kisses and positive words to try and pull her out of it.

First I put my fingers under her chin, encouraging her to look at me.

“Please don’t cry” which I followed with a gentle kiss.

“It will be ok” - another kiss.

“It will fly by, I promise” another kiss.

“I’m just going to miss you so much!” she whispered.

“Me too” – I got in yet another kiss.

“Come with me, let’s make the most of this day huh?, let me make love to you. Let’s make something beautiful for the memory bank.”

I was as slow and tender and as passionate as I knew how to be that day. We stroked, hugged, and kissed; we fucked and we made love. We tasted and savoured each other during those precious moments, until we eventually lay exhausted in a tangle of limbs and sheets.

“I wish I hadn’t waited so long to wake up and realise how I felt about you - I’ve wanted you for so long and now I know we both just wish we could press pause - but I have to go”

“I know, but you’re right. We’ll get through it, it will be hard but we’ll come out the other side”

I laughed at her new-found optimism.

“Are we trading places on who’s O for optimistic and who’s H for heartbroken?”

She giggled at that and agreed.

“Let’s try to both be at O for a while, OK?”

“Deal”

We held each other tight for a long time after that, committing everything about each other to memory to see us through until my return in the winter.

I managed to stay at O until later that evening, alone again and finishing my packing before the car came and found she had snuck in a copy of “Persuasion” by Jane Austen to my carry on. She had been shocked that I hadn’t read it even though it was this major plot point in ‘The Lake House’. She had banked on my being thorough enough in my preparation to actually read it but I confessed I hadn’t. I couldn’t help the tears that came then - we were so alike! I had prepared a little reading package for her too which I would leave in the kitchen for her to discover when she came to feed the fish. It was a volume of love poems in the original Spanish by Neruda and another book to help in her journey of discovery of Dostoyevsky, ‘The Idiot’

I hoped these tokens of affection would help us each get through the next few months but at that moment I was heartsore at the prospect.

@fortheloveoffanfic @kindainlovewithkeanu @omg-imagine @iworshipkeanureeves @fics-not-tragedies @ficsnroses @keanureevesisbae @penwieldingdreamer @witty-wallflower @paperplanesandwallflowers @bitchyslut99 @ladyreapermc @toomanystoriessolittletime @fanficsrusz @keanuficfiles

#keanu reeves fanfic #keanu #keanu reeves fanfiction #keanu reeves #romance with boss

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suga-kookiemonster · 4 years

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*EYE ZOOMS @ incubus tae* he’s already too powerful 😩😩😩 but i’m Here For It. also just generally tysm for all of your writing/the fic you share w/us — it’s all TOP TIER excellent, sharp as hell, and hilarious and i just go through and re-read your whole masterlist periodically lmfaoooo. i’m always absolutely in love w/the way you write character dynamics, platonic or romantic. the friendships always feel as genuine and charming and well-developed as the main pairing and it’s just rly great!!

gahhhh, this made my day! 😭💕💕 thank you so much for saying that, babe. character dynamics are what i enjoy exploring most, so it makes me so happy that you enjoy exploring them with me! thank you for reading and rereading my work. hopefully i’ll have some new content for you soon! 💜

#husband #✨kim tag✨#anonymous #asks

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rosaline-kei · 4 years

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Under My Wing - Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I do not own Boruto/Naruto nor the characters.

Fandom: Boruto: Naruto Next Generation.

Parts: 「1」 ,「2」 ,「 3 」

Chapter 1′s Title: Out of Retirement

Synopsis: After her father had taken up Boruto as his student, Sarada began to feel a little... at a loss. Sure, Sasuke still teaches her some things, like how he taught her that Fireball Jutsu. But unlike to Boruto, he isn't her fulltime mentor. And now, she doesn't know who to turn for guidance in mastering her Sharingan. That is, until the Sixth Hokage came along. (Might contain Manga Spoilers)

Rated: T

Pairings (To note: Romance isn’t the main focus, though. But there will be pairing moments, just not a huge lot): Boruto Uzumaki/Sarada Uchiha , Sakura Haruno/Sasuke Uchiha , Naruto Uzumaki/Hinata Hyuga

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Author’s Note (READ AFTER READING CHAPTER): Okay so, this is my first time writing a Boruto fanfiction. I really love Sarada as a character, and I like the idea where Kakashi trains Sarada. Thus, I wrote this haha. However, the thing is I watched Boruto before actually watching Naruto (I mean, aside from the few episodes I watched on Tv when I was a kid, but I didn't really watch it chronologically lol). For a long time, I did want to watch Naruto, but never got around to it because of the many, many episodes. But I did so woohoo.

So, I just want to say my Naruto knowledge about its lore and world-building may be weak. Thus, if I make any mistakes writing about the Jutsus or even personalities about the characters, please tell me! To be honest, I've been afraid of actually writing anything Boruto or Naruto related because I'm pretty much scared for getting bashed by people if I get anything mistakenly wrong. So, haha GG to me.

Please leave a review (here or on websites linked above^^) ! I'd love to hear your thoughts and constructive criticism too!

It had almost been two years since Boruto Uzumaki started his training with Sasuke Uchiha.

In that time, it was irrefutable to say that the young Uzumaki had improved his abilities to a far extent, more than what most people would expect. Even Mitsuki, who would visit his parent’s hideout every now and then for a ‘simple’ round of training, had been improving, his Senjutsu, especially.

As for Sarada Uchiha, she had been making progress too. Except, she didn’t think she was making enough progress to be on par with Boruto and Mitsuki. Though, she’d never admit that much to them. She would prefer to keep these sort of thoughts and insecurities to herself as of now.

After these two years, Sarada who was now at the age of thirteen, was dissatisfied with her current ability level. Because even after the two years of missions and strenuous trainings she had with Konohamaru and the rest of Team 7, and even with her father sometimes, she still had one tomoe in both of her Sharingan eyes. She was dissatisfied with herself.

Sarada found herself walking around the training grounds, wanting to find a vacant spot to do some shuriken-related training. Supposedly, Konohamaru had been tasked to take her and her teammates off to another assigned mission today. However, he had unfortunately caught a bad case of flu. And the Seventh Hokage, being the kind man he is, gave him a break and reassigned the mission to another team.

Maybe I should go visit him later, with Boruto and Mitsuki. Sarada thought.

Just then, she heard a familiar loud idiot-like yelp erupt. Finding herself growing worried bit by bit, she rushed towards the direction where that noise echoes, to only see that that idiot was just training with her father.

Hiding behind a bush that was quite a distance away, she disguised her presence as much as she could as she decided to stay and watch a little. She wondered if her father had noticed her presence, considering he had eyes that were much sharper than hers. And most of all, he had all three tomoes in his eyes. As for Boruto, she wasn’t that concerned about him discovering her presence.

“Gahhhh! This is so hard!” He complained, sounding quite exhausted. From afar, it looked like they were practicing Shuriken-Jutsu. And it seemed like Boruto was having a hard time with his aim.

“You were able to properly aim all six shurikens at all six targets. No difference with eight of them. Weren’t you able to do all eight accurately last time anyway? This isn’t anything new.” Sasuke replied, with a stoic tone that Sarada was anything but unfamiliar with it.

“Yeah, but we did do an extremely intense Ninjutsu training earlier! And I am feeling a little tired…” Boruto reasoned with a sigh, he hadn’t had a break throughout this entire training session. Sarada knew her father was strict when it came to training with Boruto, so she could understand his exhaustion. But she also knew that even if he sounded as childish as he was two years ago, she knew that he had matured… at least, in some aspects. Unlike last time when he ran off, thinking his Rasengan had failed, she knew if he failed again now, he wouldn’t run away like last time. He would try again. He would not give up. So what he said next didn’t surprise her.

“So you want to stop?” Sasuke scoffed.

Determination suddenly gleamed in his eyes as he quickly shook his head, taking out eight Shurikens. “Hell no!” He exclaimed.

As much as Sarada wanted to stay and even join them, she decided not to, even if she was planning to do some Shuriken training too. She didn’t want to interrupt them. Besides, she was sure her father already had enough on his hands with Boruto already.

As she continued her walk to find another suitable spot, the conversation she had with her mother a few days ago began to flash in her mind.

“Why the sad face, Sarada? He’s coming back after another mission very soon for dinner today.” Sakura beamed, before sitting next to her daughter on the couch. She had just finished making dinner. When Sarada didn’t answer, she gave her a small nudge to snap her out of whatever deep thoughts she was having. “Did something happen with Boruto and Mitsuki or…?”

“No, Mama, nothing happened.” Sarada offered a small smile. She was telling a half-truth, though. It was true that nothing serious happened between them at all, like arguments, fights and whatnot. But at the same time, it was also true that those two were a part of the reason why she seemed a little troubled.

She wondered if it was normal for someone of the Uchiha Clan to not have at least two tomoes in their eyes by now. She had wanted to ask her father about this for quite a while now, but she had been hesitant. After all, he always seemed hesitant when it came to sharing anything about the Uchiha history.

All Sarada knew about her heritage was pretty much limited to the book she had read about it before, and even that book’s full content about Sharingan and their users was restricted. And she wished she knew why. But at the same time, a part of her was afraid to know why.

“You know, you can tell me anything.” Her mother’s tone softened into something warm and gentle, it was a tone that never failed to soothe her. To say the bond between her and Sarada was strong, was a huge understatement. Sarada loved and cared for her mother dearly. The same went with her father, of course. Although for the most part, if she had any problems regarding her emotions, she seemed to turn to Sakura more often.

However this time, she decided to only tell her a little bit of her troubles, considering her father was more or less a factor for it. She didn’t want to worry her, or her other parent. “I feel like I’m falling behind Boruto and Mitsuki.” She admitted, “I mean, it’s been more or less two years… and my Sharingan’s still…” She began to trail off, but Sakura already heard enough to understand.

“You’re still young.” Sakura spoke softly, “You still have time to improve on your strengths. And Sarada, trust me, you aren’t falling behind. Konohamaru told me the other day that you’re improving, he even said you’re getting much better at chakra control and ensuring you won’t—”

“Yeah, but still...” Sarada had cut her off, “It’s just… the Sharingan, I… I don’t know.”

Sakura’s eyes softened. She could undeniably empathise with her daughter. She once felt left behind, too. But, Sarada was anything but weak now—she was much stronger than she ever was at her age. “You can always have Konohamaru to train you personally on your Sharingan.”

“I did. But… I mean, he’s not a Sharingan user. There’s a limit on how much I can learn from him.” Sarada reasoned. If she had the courage, she would’ve told her mother about how she envied Boruto ever since he became Sasuke’s disciple. And then, she’d have told her why she never pestered her father too much on training her despite the fact he was the only present Sharingan user known to her—it was because she didn’t want to use up their family time for the sake of her training. It was because she wanted her Mama and Papa to spend more time together, too. But she didn’t. She didn’t tell her.

The thing was, she told her father that she was okay with him training with Boruto. She told him that she didn’t mind. And despite her current emotions and thoughts, and as contradictory it might sound, she still stood by what she said. Maybe it was because of the glimmering enthusiasm in her childhood friend’s blue eyes that made her unable to say that she didn’t want him to train with him.

Besides, it’d do Boruto good to train with Sasuke. He was definitely improving vastly as a Ninja now. Admittedly, he still had that rash attitude of his, but ever since he trained under him, he was… well, less of an idiot. That was the best way Sarada could put it.

Plus, it wasn’t as if her father didn’t take some time to train her. He did teach her that Fireball Jutsu. It was just, unlike Boruto, she wasn’t his fulltime disciple. She just wished…

“Sa-ra-da.” Sakura spoke, “You—”

Sakura’s sentence was cut off by the ring of the doorbell. Not wanting to keep whoever was waiting behind the door, she paused in her conversation with Sarada and went to open the door, revealing Sasuke.

After that, their conversation wasn’t continued. And Sarada would now never know what Sakura was about to say to her, but she could guess that her mother who had her sharp motherly senses, had probably figured out the full reason of what had been troubling her.

Yet, she didn’t continued their conversation. Instead, they spent what was left of that remaining day having dinner and doing some family bonding. To say the least, that family bonding did make her feel a little happier, and it had been enough to shoo off her concerns temporarily.

This is a perfect spot. Sarada thought, as she began to take out some of her shurikens.

Honestly, there was a part of her who did want to ask the Seventh Hokage—Naruto Uzumaki, to be her permanent mentor, considering she knew he was an extremely close friend of her father’s. So surely, he must know more about it than Konohamaru, right?

But she knew The Seventh was busy enough with his duties as Hokage. Not to mention, Sarada wasn’t so selfish that she’d steal any remaining free time from Naruto. She rather have him spend that time with Boruto and the rest of his family. She didn’t have the heart to steal away their family time. She knew how much Boruto wanted to spend more time with his father, even if he never said it out loud.

She could’ve asked her mother, too. Sakura was his wife after all. But she already seemed busy with her job at the hospital. Moreover, by the time she came home from work, she still had to do some household chores and make dinner. Sure, Sarada assisted her as much as she could, but there were days where she couldn’t due to her trainings and missions. She’d come home to a tired Sakura most of the time. And she didn’t want to exhaust her any further.

Although, maybe if one day Sakura was free and not tired, she might ask her if she could teach her some Medical Jutsu. Sarada had been growing a little interested in it recently. But, her main focus for now was her Sharingan, so it seemed.

I don’t know who else to ask. Sarada thought as she sighed quietly before throwing her shurikens at the target boards that were on the trees. And all of them had hit the target. Maybe I should try it with the kunai. She thought silently before taking out a pair.

However, just as she was about to throw, she sensed someone nearby. She then noticed she was being watched.

How long had she been watched?

Before she could turn around, she felt that someone approaching her from behind, getting closer. Not having the time to determine if the new presence was malicious or not, she quickly activated her Sharingan. Clenching onto her kunais tightly, she turned around swiftly, only to loosen her grip on her kunais as she realised who it had been watching her.

“Calm down.” She hadn’t seen him for quite a while. “It’s just me.”

Her red-coloured Sharingan eyes faded back to black as she watched the Sixth Hokage—Kakashi Hatake—approach her.

“T-The Sixth?!” She exclaimed, wondering what he was doing here, or rather, why he was watching her.

“Hello, Sarada. It’s been a while since we last chatted like this.” Although Sarada was unable to tell since he wore that mask, he was smiling a little.

It was just a nice feeling to see the daughter of two of the people he had once guided in Team 7, growing up well. He remembered seeing Sarada as a new-born child when Sasuke and Sakura had returned from a mission. He was glad that they returned safely, and was glad Sakura had been able to deliver her safely despite the fact she was on a mission.

It was just a touching feeling to see the old Team 7 he had guided, to have grown so much. The only bad thing that came out of them starting families and whatnot, was that he was referred as an Uncle by Boruto. Am I really that old? He had wondered at that time.

Well, unlike Boruto, Sarada never really called him Uncle. She often referred to him as The Sixth Hokage—Rokudaime, if anything.

“What are you doing here all alone?” He queried.

“I was… practicing Shuriken-Jutsu… what about you? What are you doing here?” She questioned back, curious.

“Hm? Oh, I was searching for you.” He answered, and before Sarada could ask another question he quickly continued. “I saw Sasuke not too far from here training with Boruto on Shuriken-Jutsu too. You could join them.”

And that’s when he saw the young Uchiha’s eyes and even expression, soften into something along the line of sad. “I wouldn’t want to interrupt them.” She gave a weak smile.

It was just as Sakura said. He thought, as he remembered the day she had approached him.

"I haven't seen you in a while Kakashi-sensei." Sakura had chuckled lightly.

Kakashi sighed lightly, "You know, I'm technically not your sensei anymore."

"Don't say that." Sakura said, "To me, you'll always be Kakashi-sensei. Besides, you don't complain so much whenever Naruto and I call you that." She smirked a little.

"Yeah, yeah..." He rolled his eyes a little, thankful for the mask that hid the smile that had just formed on his lips. He didn't need anymore teasing. Although he had to admit, he was indeed quite happy that most of his students still referred to him as 'sensei', even after when he had become the Sixth Hokage. "What did you call me out for, anyway?"

Kakashi was definitely caught off guard by what she had said. Although, before he could say anything, she continued. “Aside from Sasuke-kun, you’re the only one who had the Sharingan after all.”

Had. He was a Sharingan user, albeit not anymore.

“Of course, I know you’re still the Sixth Hokage, who still has responsibilities, so you don’t have to. It’s just… even though Sarada has trained her hardest, she feels a little dissatisfied with herself, especially with the fact that she still only has one tomoe each in her eyes even after two years. And even though she doesn’t say it out loud, I know she wants to at least train with someone who has experience with the Sharingan. But she doesn’t want to bother her father more than she already does, since he already has Boruto to teach. She’s… a considerate girl.” Sakura sighed. It seemed like she really could read her daughter like an open book. Because what she said was true, even if Sarada never told her about it. “Of course, Sasuke-kun still teaches her new Jutsus every now and then, like that Fireball Jutsu. But he hadn’t done so much recently with her, since he still has that mission and not to mention, his Boruto’s mentor now.”

Kakashi heaved a heavy sigh as he scratched the back of his head, “But why ask me? Aside from the Sharingan part, I’m sure Konohamaru is doing a great job, no?”

“That’s true.” Sakura sighed, “But it seems like she really wants to focus on that Sharingan of hers. Plus, you already know her dream, she wants to be the Hokage. No one else is better suited than you.”

Kakashi thought about it for a while. As of now, he didn’t have that much responsibilities as compared to Naruto who was probably still working at the Hokage’s office. Granted, he still had some duties as the Sixth Hokage, especially since there was still that ongoing Otsutsuki issue. But, he wasn’t so busy that he couldn’t take in a student.

Plus, he knew Sarada had an immense amount of potential. She had inherited Sakura’s strength and Sasuke’s Sharingan. It would definitely be a waste if she didn’t maximise her potential to its fullest. And to some extent, he could see what Sakura meant. The best way to master the Sharingan, was to have someone who had more experience with it, to teach the less experienced one.

It wouldn’t hurt becoming a sensei again, would it?

Shrugging his shoulders as he heaved another heavy sigh, he groaned quietly, “I can’t believe you’re making me come out from my retirement as a sensei, Sakura.”

“Rokudaime?” Sarada called out when she noticed Kakashi had been spacing out. “Why were you looking for me? Did I do something wrong?” She asked, sounding a little worried.

Kakashi quickly shook his head, “No.” He answered simply. “But you don’t have to call me Rokudaime anymore. Starting from today, you’ll be calling me Kakashi-sensei.”

Eh? Sarada had always been intelligent, but still, it took her brain quite a while to process what he had just said. And when it did, only one word left her lips.

“EHHHHH?”

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alexhoghdaily · 4 years

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Hii, i just wanna say THANK YOU! for all your Alex content! 😘 I'm so happy that you are still posting and providing us with Alex 😍 Cause i'm really sad that the fandom has been very quite (or it’s just me that wants to talk about him 24/7 😅) But hopfully that will change when the last season comes out 😄) So thank again! 💕💕💕

gahhhh Thank you so much for the message anonnie!! it means a lot 😘😘also, you’re very welcome!! I feel the same and I’m always happy to see new content! Reaaaalllyy looking forward to his new stuff! 😍😍PS you can come talk to me about Alex ANY time you want!

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skatingthinandice · 4 years

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Tagged by @midnightanddiamonds, thank you so much! This looks like fun <3

Pick 10 ships without reading the questions.

Aethelflaed/Aldhelm (The Last Kingdom)

Michael/Thomas (Man in an Orange Shirt)

Harry/Ruth (Spooks)

Alfred/Drummond (Victoria)

Florence/Siobhan (Death in Paradise)

Leofric/Uhtred (The Last Kingdom)

Doctor/Rose (Doctor Who)

Feron/Marcheaux (The Musketeers)

Molesley/Baxter (Downton Abbey)

Jocelyn/Maggie (Broadchurch)

Questions!

1. Do you remember the episode/scene/chapter that you first started shipping 6?

It definitely came on gradually and happened like five years ago now, but I think the moment my heart was officially sold to them was their first scene in episode 5, the moment after Leofric removes his sword from Uhtred’s neck and they laugh and hug with relief at seeing each other again.

2. Have you ever read a fanfiction about 2?

MIAOS is one of the smallest fandoms I’m in, so there isn’t much fic out there, but I have written my own! Dear Darling took me over a year to write, but I knew I had to give Michael and Thomas their happy ending!

3. Has a picture of 4 ever been your screen saver/profile picture/tumblr?

Unfortunately not! I wrote enough fics for Alfred/Drummond in the short space of time they were together though.

4. If 7 were to suddenly break-up today, what would your reaction be?

Doomsday is the worst thing I’ve ever watched in my life, I still bawl my eyes out to this day. So yeah, I think it’s fair to say that I can’t handle Doctor/Rose splitting up.

5. Why is 1 so important?

Gahhhh OKAY WELL, without turning this into a massive emotional essay, let’s just say that Aethelflaed deserves a kind and gentle love, and after my poor darling Erik died in s2, her relationship with Aldhelm in s3 made me realise that she could have that love again. Although they aren’t together romantically at the moment (though fingers crossed for s5!), their loyalty, trust and respect is so wonderful, and their lil moments of flirting make my life.

6. Is 9 a funny ship or a serious ship?

Although Molesley was essentially the comic relief character in earlier series’ (and in the movie, which I’m still conflicted about), the moment Baxter arrived in the show we really saw a deeper side to his character. Their relationship is built on supporting each other and is truly beautiful, even without the romantic element.

7. Out of all of the ships listed, which ship has the most chemistry?

Harry and Ruth’s entire relationship was pretty much built solely on chemistry and connection, cause lord knows they weren’t allowed to have anything else.

8. Out of all of your ships listed, which ship has the strongest bond?

I’d have to say Michael/Thomas, cause their love story lasted over a decade and beyond, and I will never ever be over them.

9. How many times have you read/watched 8’s fandom?

Nearly twice lol, for some reason we abandoned our rewatch of The Musketeers mid-way through s2 last time, but we’re planning on rewatching again soon.

10. Which ship has lasted the longest?

I’ve shipped Doctor/Rose for the longest time, it’s been, what, fifteen years? I was about ten when I watched it, so...

11. How many times, if ever, has 2 broken up?

Michael and Thomas never really broke up in the sense that neither of them ever stopped loving each other, though they were forced to part three times (and admittedly, one of these kinda counts most as a break up).

12. If the world was suddenly thrust into a zombie apocalypse, which ship would make it out alive, 2 or 8?

Michael and Thomas were admittedly in a war and both have unbelievable and admirable reserves of strength. If they were in hiding during this apocalypse, they’d be good. In terms of fighting, Marcheaux could single-handedly take the zombies on and would do to protect Feron. I don’t really know how you’re supposed to handle a zombie apocalypse lol.

13. Did 5 ever have to hide their relationship for any reason?

Florence and Siobhan were never canon (bc the writers are cowards) but no they would never have had to hide their relationship, their family and friends would have been so supportive!

14. Is 4 still together?

No, Alfred/Drummond are not still together, thanks to history and Daisy Goodwin.

15. Is 3 canon?

WELL, how to answer this one?! Harry and Ruth technically went for one date, then she had to leave the country for like three years and stopped Harry from confessing his love. On her return, he proposed practically out of the blue and she turned him down but they still loved each other, and THEN SHE DIED. So, they never actually said they loved each other, they were never a couple, and yet they are canon. Does that make sense?

16. If all 10 ships were put into a couple’s Hunger Games, which couple would win?

Leofric/Uhtred, definitely! I love battle couples so much, and these warriors are the best (also Leofric isn’t dead so it totally holds)!

17. Has anybody ever tried to sabotage 10’s ship?

Yes, Jocelyn herself. From what we know of their backstory, she stepped away from any relationship they could have had, and only when they meet again many long years later does she finally confess that she’s loved Maggie all this time.

18. Which ship would you defend to the death and beyond?

Leofric/Uhtred, mainly because I once received a comment on one of my fics for them that literally just said “Uhtred isn’t gay. Sorry.”

19. Do you spend hours a day going through 1’s tumblr page?

There’s not enough there to spend hours in their tag lol, but I do check Aethelflaed and Aldhelm’s tag every day to see if my friend’s posted any new gifsets ahahaha, there’s pretty much only content from me and her in there atm!

20. If an evil witch descended from the sky and told you that you had to pick one of the ten ships to break up forever or else she’d break them all forever, which ship would you sink?

I mean technically Florence/Siobhan isn’t canon, and Death in Paradise already sunk any chance of it happening, so...

Tagging: @estelanel, @maurice-and-music, @wildwildtarget, @explodingpringlescans and anyone else who wants to do it and has an hour spare lol

#this was so much fun!#tag games

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wilddeergirl · 4 years

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all my foster kittens got adopted out! They already seem so content in their new homes but gahhhh I miss them

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inqueerect-quotes · 4 years

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For the headcanons, how about Lucy?? And maybe Lisanna too? 👀

We did a Lucy chart yesterday, so we’ll be doing Lisanna here. However I(mod Natsu)know you and I know you want ship content. I shall deliver

(Mod Gray) Here is the link to our Lucy meme: x - Also, I’m going to be using they/them pronouns here, for Lisanna.Sexuality Headcanon: Mod Gray: Asexual, panromantic ~ ACE!STRAUSS SIBLINGS IS WHAT WE DESERVE!!Mod Natsu: Demisexual panromantic!

Gender Headcanon: Mod Gray: Agender ~ I agree with Mod Natsu here, I don’t think they really gives one when it comes to gender.Mod Natsu: I have always headcannoned Lisanna as agender. Ain’t nobody got time for that gender shit.

A ship I have with said character: Mod Gray: Natsu x Lisanna OR Levy x Lisanna ~ NaLi is so soft and cute and gahhhh hetero ships don’t always appeal to me, but when they do, they’re the softest things ever. (case and point: Hop x Gloria from Pokemon, sorry, I just finished the game two days ago). And Levy and Lisanna are both smart, beautiful peeps, I think they could take over the world together.Mod Natsu: Lisanna/Lucy. it’s so vey cute, and they’re both such loving people and aaaaaaaaah. they’re the time to give little gifts all the time and kiss in the back corner of the guild, not really caring if they get caught, but giggling at the secret nonetheless.

A friendship I have with said character: Mod Gray: Lisanna & Lucy ~ They’d be the best of friends, come on, you can just imagine them going on coffee platonic dates (or not so platonic dates), sleepovers, who knows?? Maybe they’d bond on being new(ish) to the guild, helping each other fit back into the family.Mod Natsu: Lisanna and Natsu. Childhood sweethearts turned gay besties. “Hey hoe, where’s food?” “Sup bitch, how was your mission?” it’s just… how they are.

A NOTP I have with said character: Mod Gray: Bickslow x Lisanna ~ Sorry, I don’t do incest ships either, but I don’t like how they were paired up for the sake of everyone being with someone by the wider community… it feels lazy and they both deserve more respect than that.Mod Natsu: Lisanna and Mira or elfman. Incest is gross and the people who like it are bleh.

A random headcanon: Mod Gray: Natsu taught Lisanna the language of flowers, and since then, flowers have become their love language, giving bouquets is their personal tradition and they can say entire paragraphs with their gifts, most of which are appreciative, but they’re incredibly important to them. And they would absolutely confess with flowers. Also, once they gave Natsu a bouquet when he was being dumb about confessing to Gray which basically said ‘I can see you overthinking from here, kiss him already.’, and Natsu laughed so hard he couldn’t speak.Mod Natsu: Knows all the words to “hit me baby one more time” and sang it at a bar’s kareoke stand. This was her first date with Lucy. Lucy loved it

General Opinion over said character: Mod Gray: Queen, princess, incredible, adorable, amazing, lovely personality, deserves everything, looks cuddly and-… how much time do you have?Mod Natsu: She gets so much shit and I will fight people. She’s such a sweet child and is an actual badass.

#inconceivablyreal #Headcanons #Asks #Fairy Tail #FTLGBTales #mod natsu #mod gray #lisanna strauss

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bubblyani · 5 years

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No Apologies Pt. 2

(Billy x Reader)

Part 2 of the Billy Delaney (Me and Mrs. Jones) Two Shot

Rating: Mature (18+)

Author’s Note: We need more Billy content so I’m back with Part 2. Hope you all really enjooooy this. Cause I certainly did imagining it 😍.

Read Part 1 HERE

(One month ago)

You tapped your fingers rhythmically on the pub table, yet it was annoyingly loud enough that the bartender shot you a look of disapproval.

“Sorry...” you muttered. You couldn’t help it, Alfie had finally come back home after his time abroad, and you’ve finally arranged to meet.

Being close friends since childhood, others may have teased the both of you, claiming you’ll eventually end up falling for each other, like most do. But you knew, Alfie was clearly the brother that you never had. And contrary to the fact he already had sisters, he felt the same about you.

“Lovely people, your boy Alfie’s back!”

That familiar voice made you shriek in joy, turning to see Alfie Jones at the door.

“Oh my goooood ALFIE!” Your shrieks continued as you jumped out of your barstool, running over in a comical fashion, to be swooped up and spun by your old friend.

You noticed another young man stood next to him, who seemed quite cute. Cute enough to certainly get your attention.

But also cute enough that you were suddenly worried of your embarrassing behavior. However, that didn’t matter to you right now, for your friend was back. And that man was merely a stranger that you won’t see again. You were ecstatic enough, you didn’t care. All was normal again.

“How’s my girl??” Alfie asked, as he put you down finally.

“Joyous beyond words now that my friend is back..I just can’t believe you’re back!” You replied with much enthusiasm.

“Oh...before I forget...I brought a friend with me ” Alfie said. And your jaw couldn’t do anything else but drop. For the cute stranger stood next to him with a friendly smile. The cute one who you were sure to forget.

Shit

And there you were, acting like an idiot, free of all worries.

“Y/N...This is Billy. Billy....Y/N”

Looking straight at him, you realized how handsome he was, with eyes that stood out instantly. Embarrassed by your behavior, you had no other choice but to continue on with your bubbly behavior.

“Hi Billy! Very nice to meet you!” You said out loud, extending your hand dramatically. The firm grip and the cool smile that he gave you as he shook your hand, made it even harder for you to get over.

“Anyways, drinks are in order...what do ya both fancy?”

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You were glad you volunteered to get drinks, for that was the only way to get away and recover from this feeling of awkwardness your mind has developed.

Surprisingly, Rachel the bartender was busy with other customers you had to wait longer than expected. But you didn’t mind that at all.

“Alfie changed his mind”

Startled, you found Billy suddenly appearing right next to you.

“Oh...really?” You asked, “alright then-”

“No...let me” Billy offered, raising his hand politely.

Like a gentleman, Billy ordered drinks for all three of you. And you watched him with surprising admiration.

“Thank you...” you said. He nodded in acknowledgment.

“You’re very welcome” he replied. The drinks seemed to be taking quite longer than it should. And Billy didn’t leave your side either, which was unexpected. Out of the blue, you were suddenly tempted to just, talk.

“I uh...I hope I didn’t scare you earlier. You know...me being all silly and loud seeing Alfie and acting all gahhhh...” you said, chuckling , “I’m sorry about that”

Frankly, you didn’t know why you were trying to defend your actions.

“No I get it” Billy nodded understandingly. You sighed in relief.

“But...” he began, “Why do you feel like you have to apologize?”

You froze. He was right. Why?

“Um...” you murmured, “I don’t know...” You laughed nervously, thankful when drinks were all ready.

Liar. You knew. You knew at that moment why. Cause you were beginning to fall for Alfie’s friend, Billy.

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(Present)

Half an hour went pass, and nothing. Why did you feel this way? Were you expecting something ?

Though the lights were turned off, the city lights still managed to filter through the window. It was beautiful. You loved the way it did. Especially in Mrs. jones’ room.

Replacing with new sheets, you made sure to not make a mess of her room as Alfie generously offered it to you for tonight. Sitting on the bed in just your oversized night tee, your hands kept busy, brushing your hair with the comb.

You felt relaxed every time the teeth of the comb touched your scalp. But not relaxed enough, especially after what happened tonight.

What made Billy do that?

Could it be that he felt the same as you felt about him?

Or was it just spur of the moment?

A quiet knock on the door made you turn with much focus. You wondered if it was Billy. Or maybe it was Alfie. You were sure to go mad with curiosity.

Getting off the bed, you tip toed towards the door, the anticipation growing stronger. Maybe it was Alfie, tired from all the gaming, asking for a completely random favor. Or maybe you were just hearing things. Shaking your head, you took a deep breath, before opening the door slowly.

The breath you took left your lips immediately. For it was Billy.

Wearing a grey t-shirt along with a pair of boxers, his hair was dry and was bed ready. The way he smiled softly, made you smile with him. Moving to the side, you let him enter the room, whilst you slowly closed the door behind you. His gaze remained on your face, and it never left. And you had a hard time looking away.

Looking down, you held on to your fingers shyly, as if you suddenly found yourself occupied with them.

“I’m sorry about earlier...” you said softly. Still looking down. Billy scoffed in subtle disbelief.

“Y/N...” he began, “Would you stop apologizing?”

You nodded in agreement. He was right. The moments where you’ve apologized to him were endless. Bad habit indeed.

You heard Billy sigh,

“I wish I could kiss your Sorry away”

“Heheh...I wish you could”

You found yourself replying, finally looking up to him as you both broke into chuckles. But that was when you realized. You realized that he actually could. And you would let him in a heartbeat.

Just like that, you felt your heartbeat increase at that very moment. The intensity of his sentence started to sink in your skin. Breathing in sync, he held your hand. Small sparks went through your body as his thumb ran over your hand.

Hypnotized by those eyes that didn’t need any light to shine, you leaned forward, acting like a magnet as he bent down, grabbing onto your lips with his. The kiss was gentle, akin to flower petals brushing against one another. And you very much felt as if sweetness was being fed to you.

But suddenly that gentleness disappeared, as both of you felt those petals cause friction, creating heat leading to passion. Lips melting into one another, you involuntarily opened yours, easily permitting Billy’s tongue to wrap around your own, deepening this act of affection.

An unexpectedly loud moan escaped you, forcing Billy to put his fingers on your lips, silencing you. He shook his head, indicating how Alfie might actually hear them. Nodding obediently, you took his hand, leading him over to the bed.

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(One week ago)

“Ah...That one...over there. She seems interested”

“Oh?...you think so?”

“Yeah, absolutely ... the way she’s making eyes at you. She means business, Alfie”

Locking his gaze at the pretty young woman across the bar, Alfie slid off from his chair smoothly as per your encourage. It was one of those nights at the bar. Alfie needed some fun, and he needed assistance to get around to that. And you were his ever so dependable wing-woman.

“Just uh...be careful not to spook her off with them...” whistling, you pointed your fingers at his chest. To which Alfie laughed.

“Oh...you know I have very prominent nipples” he said proudly.

“Indeed you do...” you replied, raising your bottle, “...and they do look amazing” “Really?”

“Of course...” you said, “You’ll say anything to make your child happy” you teased.

“Ha-Ha-Ha” Alfie remarked.

Pointing your nose in guilt, you watched him walk over to the girl. Which led you to the pub table.

“Any luck?” Billy asked, as he wiped the table.

“So far so good...” you said, sipping on your beer, “You know what I just realized...” getting Billy to look at you with curiosity, “It must be so interesting to work at a bar. I mean...imagine all the crazy things that happen here” you laughed, “Truth be told, most crazy things actually do happen here”

“Well...” Billy said, “It’s never boring”

“I bet ...” you said, alcohol fueling you up with enthusiasm, “...with all the beautiful ladies coming here...”

“What do you mean?”

“Oh come on Billy!” You said, “surely you must be having your fun here...a handsome bartender like you...who’d resist?”

He merely chuckled, which you were surprised by. “Well then...” he began, leaning forward “Could you kindly spot me a beautiful lady tonight then?”

“Hmmmm...” you said, resting your chin on your hand, “Honestly...” you looked around, “Tonight’s picking is a bit...” you blew a raspberry, forcing both of you to laugh.

“Is that so?” He asked. You kept laughing, covering your mouth.

“I’m sorry...I...” you continued in mid laughter, “I was so rude...all these girls here are all really beautiful...truthfully. I don’t know why I said that”

“There you go ...apologizing again” Billy sighed, shaking your head. You exhaled.

“Do you know wha? If I ever... find a good enough girl for you...” you said, “I’ll pat you on the shoulder...” you continued, as you lightly patted his wide shoulder with a playful vibe , “...and point you to her...without any hesitation. But until then...you’re stuck with me”

Billy smiled, “Doesn’t sound so bad”

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Your hands never left each others as you sat side by side on the bed. Suddenly, all forms of conversation were quieter, and even more intimate. As if this should not be shared by anyone else but the both of you.

“Since...” Billy began, “when did y-“

“The first time...” You replied, alarmingly fast.

Clearing your throat, “the first time we met...” you said, blushing.

“Oh...”

You heard him reply, his eyes turning warm just like his sudden smile.

“What?” You asked, “What’s wrong?”

“No...just” he paused, “I thought ...I was the only one”

Your eyes widened, “You too?” You asked, “Really?”

“Yes”

“Oh my god” you breathed.

Suddenly you came to the realization that Billy couldn’t stop staring at your lips. Thus bringing heat to your face. Moving back, you felt him tug your hand inviting you to move back on the bed with him.

The moment was yours to savor and there was no Alfie to storm and ruin it. And you certainly surprised Billy by slowly straddling him against the headboard of the bed.

Surprised he may be, but disappointed he was not.

Taking the initiative, you took his hands, gingerly placing them on your waist, which he willfully held on to now with your permission. You felt his fingers settling on you slow, familiarizing themselves, simultaneously relaxing and arousing you.

You felt feathers tickle your fingers when you let them run through his locks. His hair always was tempting to be touched. And tonight you let the temptation take you, and his eyes fluttered with comfort as a response.

Slow. This was slow. Yet it was sweet. And indulging.

Foreheads finally resting on each other, you found balance as your hands moved down to his chest. You relished pleasing Billy with this slow torturous act for it was the only way you could think of to appreciate him. Words were moot when silence needed observing behind closed doors. Feeling the comfortable material of his tee, Yours hands explored his torso, running over his shirt painfully slow. Finally reaching to the end of it, You suddenly dipped your hands inside, fingertips gently making contact with his skin. Billy inhaled and exhaled sharply as you made your presence known over every inch of his torso. And he certainly didn’t hesitate to tighten his grip on your waist as you did.

“Looks like you’re still stuck with me” You whispered, noses brushing against one another. Billy’s lips formed a smile.

“Doesn’t sound so bad”

Joyous, you kissed him with much passion, to which he responded with much desperation, for you had him at the palm of your hand. Pulling his shirt off, you were fueled with impatience. Hands returning to his hair, you couldn’t believe that this was the man you’ve loved from the first sight. And you were more than happy that he was.

You felt yourself involuntarily roll your hips against him once. And you liked how it felt. Repeating the process, you began to roll them continuously, causing little moans to come out of his lips as well, forcing him to hold on to you even tighter.

Apparently the fuel you bore may have transferred to Billy, for you felt him explore your topography as well. You felt your cheeks heat up the moment his face pressed against your chest over your shirt. Inhaling, he savored in your warmth, and your body began to send you urgent whispers, begging to show him the world existed behind the cotton. He could be learning to be telepathic or eavesdropping, for he hurriedly pulled your t-shirt up, making you chuckle in reply. Without any sense of objection, you assisted him, discreetly pulling it off of you, until it left your skin completely.

It was all so easy, until you finally realized, how naked you were before him.

Cupping your neck, you swiftly allowed your arms to hide your breasts in sudden embarrassment. Suddenly you felt not pretty to show yourself off. Suddenly you were concerned unnecessarily.

“Y/N...” Billy breathed, eyes filled with longing, “...not now...”

Before you could explain yourself with your own eyes, Billy's kisses landed on your elbows, then over to your arms traveling upward. Moving to your neck, you felt him kiss each and every finger, setting them free one by one till his lips were successfully able to reach that sweet spot of your neck. You felt vulnerable, for he was studying you well enough. Hands parting free, you were reminded of your confidence you possessed a while ago, deeply inhaling as you revealed yourself to him finally.

Hands securely gripping on your back, Billy proceeded to show his affection, leaving no inch unattended with his lips as he moved down. Their lightest touch over the soft skin of your breasts, gave life to your nipples. They felt noticed, and instantly begged for a direct connection. Finally, his mouth enclosed on the hardened buds, each given such care, you could only moan in whispers. You felt chills yet you felt heat, and the only way to balance both was to roll your hips against his now very evident erection, which made your eyes flutter. Pulling his face to yours, you kissed him hard, reflecting the intensity of your emotions.

He held you tight, he lifted you with strength, laying you on the bed effortlessly despite his lean frame. His aura exuded Protector, and you felt like a princess. Fresh bed sheets against your bare back, even the air you breathed tickled your body for it felt noticed all over.

“Are you sure?” Billy whispered.

Yes

You heard yourself say instantly. At least in your head you did. Resting on your elbows, you held his face.

“Billy...” you breathed, “with you ...I always am...”

You said, inching closer as you softly kissed his eyes then his temples.

Under the city lights, Billy looked beautiful as you watched him slowly pull his boxers down. Your hands extended involuntarily the moment you saw his shaft spring out, urging you to gently stroke it. And by the way he exhaled sharply you knew you did well. But it did not distract him from slipping the panties off you.

As you wrapped yourself around him, you realized how your innermost desire certainly became a reality tonight in many ways. Resting his lips on yours lovingly, Billy entered you, hoping to make his declarations of affection in this night of new discoveries and celebration.

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You didn’t need any blankets, especially when it was Billy who cradled you in his arms with such softness.

You wished this moment could last longer. But the look he suddenly gave you, proved otherwise.

“I have to go...” he said, his soft Irish accent caressing your heart while his hands caressed your face.

“I know...” Sitting up, you watched him get out of bed and get into his boxers, turning around swiftly, as he was looking for something.

“Ah ...found it” you whispered, leaning over to grab his t-shirt.

Billy suddenly sighed. “What?” You asked, as you walked over to him. “You’re...so beautiful” he breathed. With the city lights washing over you through the darkness, he gazed at your naked frame standing there confusingly.

And that’s when you realized it. Shyly, you bit your lower lip. And that was the only shyness you could have. You didn’t want to hide. Walking closer, you handed him his shirt.

The mere action of him putting it on appeared to look mesmerizing. And as you stood there breathing heavily, you began to grow more infatuated. As if to console, he kissed you. But as he did, it felt far from mere consolation.

Especially when those kisses lit something up in both of you once again.

Holding you by the waist, he surprised you when he suddenly picked you up, your naked skin brushing against his clothed figure. Breaking away, he looked at you with sheer desperation, which you empathized. If you both had another chance, you would have in a heartbeat. But again, the time and place was clearly not right.

Slowly dropping down to the ground from his arms, you hurriedly grabbed your own clothes in order to get decent. Watching you with adoration, Billy quickly held your face.

“Drop me a text when you get home tomorrow...” he said, “In fact...you can send one...any time. You can call me...” his eyes twinkled, “You can come see my flat...just you” he added.

You nodded, sharing his twinkle.

“I hoped you’d say that...” you breathed, smiling, “Thank you...”

He chuckled, “...as long as it’s not another ‘Sorry’ ”

You giggled softly, hitting him on the chest.

“Shut up” ___________________________________________

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