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Really?? Yayy!! Although its going to crush me , have you already started writing it? Can you share a line?

I can do better than a line! I can post the entire thing, since I've finished it already! I'll warn you that it very long hahaa and i'm definitely gonna write more about this, with other characters, but I'm starting with the characters that I simply couldn't ignore writing about. I think this goes without saying THAT THERE ARE MAJOR SPOILERS FOR CHOT IN THE POST SO IF YOU HAVE NOT FINISHED IT (or at least made it to the intermissionPLEASE DO NOT READ IT!!!!!

You Were Bigger Than The Whole Sky

(aka the first time I knew what I was going to name the fic before I started writing it. Also, thanks Taylor!)

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They happened to have been in the middle of questioning when all of a sudden they heard numerous shouts coming from outside. Cecily, who was sitting with Gabriel in the front row of the pews (having left Alexander with Sophie and Gideon), exchanged a look with her husband. The shadowhunters from the back of the room began crowding around the windows to see what was the commotion. 

“It’s the Enclave,” someone said, thoroughly surprised.

That got the attention of the entire room. 

“This meeting is suspended, for the time being,” Charlotte said, “Until we see what the trouble is.”

The shadowhunters began filing out. Sure enough, there was a cluster of shadowhunters (who were, in fact, the London Enclave) making their way towards them. Charles was leaning them, his expression grim and... sad. When he looked at Cecily, she could have sworn he winced, though she sure it was because of the way he spoke of Tessa the other day. As familiar faces passed by, Cecily anxiously scanned the crowd, looking for Christopher and Anna. She was dimly aware that the shadowhunters were carrying their belongings, for some strange reason.

“What is the meaning of this?” Will demanded. 

“London is under attack,” explained Charles, pale faced. 

Now Cecily was truly worried, searching more frantically for a glimpse of dark hair or lavender eyes. Suddenly her eyes zeroed in a plank a couple of shadowhunters seemed to be carrying. Charlotte was already making her way towards it, when she suddenly stopped, slapped a hand over mouth. Cecily suddenly began sweating, her breaths shallow. And when Charlotte turned to face her, tears in her eyes, Cecily broke into a run.

She pushed through the crowd when she saw the body. Someone screamed. It took her a moment to realize it was coming from her.

“No, no, no, my darling Kit.” She gasped through tears, stroking his soft, lovely hair, putting a hand on his face, only for it to feel so incredibly cold. She couldn't breathe as she put her hands over his, where they were folded over his chest. “Christopher bach, my angel child. My sweet, sweet boy. Please open your eyes. Open your beautiful lavender eyes.” 

She felt arms around her, pulling her away. Away from her baby. She fought as those arms held her fast. “Cecy,” Gabriel whispered, his voice cracking and thick with tears of his own.

Cecily collapsed into his arms, her knees giving out as she cried out to her son, as she cried out to the Angel, and then she simply cried, gasping for air, her tears streaking down her entire face and neck, some pooling at her collarbones, while others managed to slip in between her bosoms and rest at her heart. She wrapped her arms around her belly unconsciously, doubling over at the pain in her heart. She felt Gabriel press his face to her shoulder and she could feel the tears coming out of his eyes, soaking her skin. She leaned her head to the side so that they were touching. She didn’t know how long they stayed like that. All she knew was that at some point she turned around in Gabriel’s arms and hid in them, pressing her face to his chest. Gabriel held her fast, and she clung onto him.

…

They’d managed to get to Lightwood manor, somehow with help from Charlotte, Will and Tessa. Sophie and Gideon already knew the news, as Eugenia had come home earlier and told them. The second Sophie saw Cecily, she lunged for her and wrapped her arms tightly around her sister-in-law who, over the years and after summers spent living together at Lightwood manor, had become more like a sister to her. Cecily cried in Sophie’s arms taking comfort in the fact that Sophie knew exactly how Cecily felt. They both cried together, Sophie whispering in her ear that everything would be okay, that Kit was safe and protected and that he would be alright. He will never truly die and that he will live in her heart forever. Cecily clung to Sophie. “My heart, Sophie, it hurts so much. To know that I’ll wake up every morning for the rest of my life and now that I’ll never see him again. Never see him running down the stairs, never see another one of his disastrous experiments.” Her voice cracked, “Angel, I’ll never see my sweet Christopher’s lavender eyes peering up at me ever again, for as long as I live.”

“I know, Cecily.” Sophie said, her voice thick with tears, as she rubbed a hand against Cecily’s back, “Oh, how I know.”

Cecily put her chin on Sophie’s shoulder and caught a glimpse of the room. She saw Gideon embracing Gabriel holding up his brother as if he might collapse if he let him go. Will with his arm around Tessa, looking up at the ceiling as tears streamed down his face. Tessa’s eyes were closed, her body shaking from tears. They became terribly blurry until Cecily blinked and could see again. She saw Charlotte, her left hand holding Eugenia’s tightly, the latter resting her head on her aunt’s shoulder as they cried together. Charlotte’s other hand was resting on Henry's shoulder. Cecily blinked once more, clearing her vision. She caught sight of Henry’s face; he was looking directly at her, crying profusely, his face etched with pain. Cecily felt even more tears swarm her vision, because she knew how much Henry had meant to Christopher. How Henry understood him in a way Cecily never could; Cecily knew that Kit never held it against Cecily and Gabriel, that for him, their love and support had always been enough. But she had been so thankful that Kit had someone in his life like Henry, who had helped him find a place in the world. 

She knew that Henry shared her grief. Perhaps not as intensely as she did, for there was nothing like a mother’s love for her child, but he was hurting immensely as well. Cecily slowly pulled away from Sophie, squeezing her hand in thanks as she did so, and wobbled where Henry was, her vision clearing for a millisecond every once and a while. She knelt down beside his bath chair, and he reached out to smooth her hair in a fatherly gesture. Cecily could barely contain herself any longer as she threw her arms around him, a fresh wave of grief hitting her. She felt his arm go around her and she squeezed her eyes shut because Henry smelled a bit like how Christopher used to smell and though it pained her greatly, it also gave her a slight tremor of relief, to be able to have at least one part of Kit still in her life. 

“He was such a brilliant child, Cecily.” Henry said, “He was truly marvelous. He did more in his sixteen years of life than most people do in seventy. You did such a fine job in raising him. He was never nothing but kind and eager to help those around him.” Henry pulled away and put two hands on her shoulders. “When you think of him, think of everything he did, instead of everything he could have done had he lived.” Cecily pressed her eyes shut tightly and nodded, biting her bottom lip.

“Oh, Cecily,” Charlotte said, catching her in an embrace. “He loved you so much. Both of you,” She said, with a tearful nod in Gabriel’s direction. Cecily let herself be embraced until she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned to face Will and her arms shot out to embrace him.

“Cecy, I’m so sorry for the pain you feel.” He said.

Before Cecily could answer she heard a little voice call out, “Mam?”

Everybody in the room froze and turned around slowly to find little Alexander standing by the doorway. Nobody had expected him to wake up, least of all get out of bed after the injury he’d suffered. And yet, he was standing there, his blue eyes darting from each face in the room. 

Gabriel, who was being embraced by Charlotte straightened. 

He walked towards his son slowly, and before Cecily mechanically followed him. Gabriel knelt down in front of Alex and Cecily followed suit. She felt Gabriel put a comforting arm on her back. 

Alex looked from one parent to the other, confused. 

“Alex,” Cecily said, placing a hand on Alex’s cheek. 

“Mam, why are you crying?”

Gabriel and Cecily both exchanged a glance, and together they told Alex that his older brother, Christopher, was no longer with them. 

“Where did he go?” Alex asked.

“To a better place,” Cecily said.

“When will he come back?” Alex asked, biting his lip.

Cecily couldn’t answer that question. She looked up at the ceiling as Gabriel told him, gently, that Kit wouldn’t come back. That they’ll see him again, eventually, in that better place. 

Alex looked at Gabriel, and then Cecily, and then at Gabriel again. “Papa, is Kit dead?”

Gabriel lips quivered as he said. “Yes, Alex. He is.”

Alex’s eyes swarmed with tears. “But why?”

“Because his time had come, Alex.” Cecily said.

“But-but he didn’t even say goodbye.” Alex said.

Cecily pulled him into a hug. “Oh Alexander bach, he would’ve if he could’ve.”

…

~1917~

Alexander Lightwood would never forget the day his brother died. How his parents had kneeled before him and broken his tiny little heart. How they held him as they all cried together. He remembered sleeping in their bed, his mother holding him tight as he cried himself to sleep. He remembered moments spent with Anna, the remaining Lightwood-Herondale siblings grieving the loss of their beloved brother. Alexander knew Kit’s death had been extremely difficult for him; how do you say goodbye to someone you have shared moments with every since day of your life?

Sometimes, even at age seventeen, he’d lay in bed and rub the jagged scar on his chest that ran from the right side of his chest all the way to the lower part of the left side of his ribs, slicing straight through his heart. For some reason, it made him think and Christopher. He couldn’t remember much of his brother’s physical appearance; he knew he had had his father’s nose and bone structure and his mother’s dimples from photographs. But he never knew what his mother meant when she described his lavender eyes; he couldn’t quite imagine them. 

Alex may not remember much about his older brother, but he remembered how much he loved him. How he made him laugh. He remembered, very distantly, a winter’s day, where they played in the snow together. He remembered him showing Alex a purple solution, only for it to turn transparent as Christopher mixed it. He remembers Christopher explaining why it happened, something along the lines of the oxygen molecules bonding with some other molecules, though he couldn’t remember Kit’s voice at all. And he remembered sleeping beside him when he was scared at night and instantly feeling safe again.

But the strangest thing was that, though Alex had very few memories of his brother, every time Alex thought about Kit, his eyes would fill with tears and he’d feel a dull and heavy pain weighing down on his chest. Now, Alex felt tears prickle his eyes. He tried to blink them dry as he reached out and opened the drawer from his bedside table. Without looking, he felt around for a while before he found what he was looking for. He sighed against his pillows as he lifted the pair of gold rimmed spectacles that had belonged to his brother, inspecting them silently. 

It was strange for Alexander to think that Christopher was younger than he was now when he’d died. Christopher, who had saved dozens of shadowhunters by finding the cure to a poison that had infected many shadowhunters. Christopher had also created fire-messages with the help of Grace Blackthorn—though Grace always rejects any sort of credit anyone tries to give her for helping, saying that Christopher had done all of the work—which were becoming extremely popular these days. Alexander had every reason to feel overshadowed by his genius older brother and yet, he never had. He’d only felt admiration and love towards him. And regret that he’d never been able to know him properly. 

“You are a mystery to me, Kit.” Alex said, to the glasses, watching as their gold rims flashed in the moonlight. “I wonder what you would’ve thought of me, if you had known me as I am now.”

Alex felt a strange connection to his brother, one forged with the same unconditional love he held for Kit when he was younger. It wasn’t lack of love that left Alex unsettled; he only wished to piece together the puzzle that was his brother Christopher. 

January, 1904

It was still painful to see The Merry Thieves and not see Christopher among them. Sometimes, when she wasn’t thinking, Cecily would spot Thomas and begin walking towards him, as if to ask him where her silly son was, only to remember.

Pasting by his room was the hardest. She was always expecting him to be sitting there, mumbling to himself and she would go up to him and ruffle his hair, ask him what he was working on, even though she didn’t understand a word of it. She peaked into his room now, in the same disarray it had been before Gabriel and Cecily had gone to Idris. When Christopher was still alive, every once in a while she’d go to his room and tidy up his desk a little even though she knew it was fruitless. But now, she couldn’t bring herself to so much as touch anything in his room, much less tidy it up, as she knew that even if she did, Kit would never come back to make a mess of it again. 

She walked around slowly. The room still smelled like him. She leaned over and saw a thick notebook, filled with his incredibly messy scrawl. She’d spent hours trying to fix his handwriting when he was young, showing him how to hold the pen, giving him exercises to do so that it was more legible, but his handwriting was more stubborn than his father. For the first time in a while, Cecily smiled just a little at his messy notes and for a second it even held, before it turned wobbly and she began crying. She could just imagine how he must have been, hunched over his desk as he desperately tried to write as fast as his mind was working. 

She didn’t realize Gabriel had come into the room until she felt his arms around her. She closed her eyes and leaned into him, trying to keep her tears at bay. 

“We created such an Angel, Gabriel.” She said, looking up at him. “I think about him and I can’t believe we raised him. All he ever wanted to do was help. To save shadowhunters for years to come.”

“And he did,” Gabriel said. His voice, though thick with emotion, was steady. “Twice. Doesn’t that count for something? That at the end of the day, he did exactly what he set out to do?”

Cecily felt her lips curl upwards, in spite of her tears.  

“Of course it does. But it still hurts to know that he’s gone and he’s never coming back.”

Gabriel brushed his hand over the top of her hair, and Cecily, confused, looked up. Gabriel looked down at her with watery green eyes. “I wanted to kiss the top of your head, but I may have gotten tears all over your head. 

Cecily laughed a little. “That’s alright.”

Gabriel leaned over and kissed her forehead from where he was standing behind her. “I think you should visit him,” he said. “I’ve done it a couple of times since his passing.” Gabriel’s voice cracked just the tiniest bit when he said that last part. “It doesn’t take away the pain, but…it helps.”

Cecily turned around in his arms and looked up at him in surprise. She hadn’t known he had been doing that. “I-I think I will.”

Gabriel smiled and put a hand to her cheek, wiping a tear away from her face.

…

Christopher had never really shown interest in flowers that weren’t poisonous or carnivorous. Cecily didn’t want to take poisonous plants to her late son’s grave stone. Especially since poison was what had taken her baby boy away from her in the first place. Instead, she brought lavender. 

Her steps were heavy as she walked up the hill to his gravestone. When she finally got there catching sight of his name printed on the stone, she dropped to her knees. 

Don’t cry, she told herself, not yet at least.

“Hello, darling,” she managed to get out. “It’s me, Mam. I know I haven’t come to visit you until now, but don’t you dare think that it’s because I don’t care for you. It’s only because I missed you so—” her voice cracked and she had to pause to swallow the lump growing in her throat.

 “I-I brought you lavender, my sweet kitten. I know you probably would have preferred a venus flytrap, but I also think you would have preferred it stayed in its natural habitat. Anyway, I brought you lavender instead. I don’t know what sort of properties it may have that would interest you, but they smell lovely at least and they remind me of your beautiful eyes. You might remember my mother’s eyes, but then again, you didn’t really pay attention to such superficial things.” She smiled. “You paid attention to things truly mattered.” Cecily wiped a tear and quickly arranged the lavender.

“Kit bach, I think I just have to tell you everything I wish I could have told you when you were here. I know you don’t like sentimental things, and you can turn away if you want to, but you’re just going to have to bear with me, because I need to say it.” She took a shaky breath before continuing. “Kit, my darling Kit, you were bigger than the whole sky. You are everything to me and I am so blessed to have been your mother. You gave me the best sixteen years I could have asked for and I know that even if it meant you passed far too early, I still wouldn’t change the time we spent together for the world. Watching you grow up was the most beautiful experience The Lord could have given me. You were the most beautiful thing The Lord could have given me. 

“You and your siblings are and always will be the most treasured thing in my life and not a day will go by when I won’t think about you. About the joy you brought me, about the times you would drive me insane every time one of your experiments backfired,” Cecily managed to smile at this. “If you came back to me, I would let you explode the entire house, for all I care, for nothing I own will ever hold a candle to how much I love you. Because I really do love you so so much. More than anything in the world. I waited my whole life for you, my Christopher, and now I shall wait until the day we are rightfully reunited. And I’ll give you the biggest hug and smother you in a thousand and one kisses and there will be no escape from you, mister.” Cecily said, with a broken smile. “So you’ll have this time to prepare yourself, before you encounter my wrath. Brace yourself.”

Cecily stayed there for a while, talking to Christopher. Telling him about Thomas and James and Matthew, because he would have loved to hear about them. She told him about Henry, and how he missed his lab partner dearly. She told him about Anna and Alex, about Gabriel. She told him about his friend Grace, who had visited Cecily a while back and told her how much she owed to Kit, how good of a friend he’d been. It had made Cecily proud of her son, who was always so kind and selfless. Cecily had even brought a scientific newspaper and read to him the newest advancements in science these days. 

These little talks would become routine for Cecily for years to come. In fact, she kept up with them every week, until her dying day. 

“Oh, you’ll love this, Kit bach,” She would say, as she read out a report that would have sparked Christopher’s interest. And he would, because Kit, even in the afterlife, could hear every little thing his mother told him and he would listen attentively to her, every time she would stop by. When he could, he would send a little gust of wind, of a tiny bird to keep her company. Cecily would smile at these things, as if deep down, she knew it was Christopher who was sending them. 

…

Cecily opened her eyes and immediately realized that she felt so incredibly light. Lighter than she had in all of her years being a Lightwood, she thought with a smile. She opened her eyes and looked around, staring at the marvelousness around her. Suddenly, she felt someone behind her. Turning around she saw Gabriel and her heart burst into a million pieces at seeing the love of her life once more. She wrapped her arms around him and held onto him tightly. 

“I missed you,” she whispered, even though she had died only a couple years after he did. Drawing away, she looked into his eyes. He looked like he did when they were young; around 25 years old. And yet, he also looked like he did at 40; he looked like he did the last time Cecily saw him—on his deathbed—and at the same time, he looked like the first time she saw him, when he was a 19 year old boy with a broken heart that desperately needed mending. Only, Gabriel wasn’t in pain now. He looked exactly as she felt: light and free. 

“I missed you more,” he said, bending to press his forehead against her own. They stayed like that for a while, only for Gabriel to slowly pull away and place his hands on her waist. Gently, he turned her around so that she could see…

Oh. 

Cecily ran and threw her arms around Christopher. Kit hugged her tightly as they both fell to their knees

“My darling,” She muttered, pressing feather light kisses on his temple, on his cheek. She brushed her fingers through his impossibly soft hair, as she had once done, all those years ago and thought she would never do again. She wept tears of joy, her heart, feeling full for the first time in a long, long time. She pulled back, both of her hands on either side of his face, and looked into those lovely lavender eyes and, for the first time since 1903, her smile turned up the highest it could possibly go.

“My Kit, how I longed to see you again. I love you so much.”

Christopher smiled at her, and her heart melted, “I love you too, Mam.”

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[drk-brain]

In the Depths

Teen | 4.5k words

Reader ambiguous wol x G'raha Tia

“Well, all students generally learn to keep an eye out for such spaces to be used for the occasional respite. I learned it a long time ago, and… Well, they are easy to spot and impossible not to notice, now.”

You narrow your eyes at him. “Are you telling me you’vesleptin those things?”

“Hmmm,” he grunts, drawing out the sound just slightly too long. “No, it’s… ah…” He lets out a heavy sigh and tugs at the edge of a glove before balling his hands into fists. “There is room for two in such places, if you were to try hard enough.”

You and G'raha Tia find yourselves in places you should not be.

Excerpt:

The grandeur of Noumenon’s upper floor pales in comparison to this vault in its depths, where a small entryway opens up to a cavernous, multilevel space stacked high with laden shelves, stone staircases leading between then and rickety-looking wooden ladders dotting each walkway. 

And the smell, gods, the aroma of well-read books is intoxicating. It is a scent that had always reminded you so viscerally of G’raha—the way he was never far from a stack of them, carrying them around at St. Coinach’s Find; how the entirety of the Ocular, the Umbilicus, and his personal quarters in the First had smelled more like a library than the Cabinet of Curiosity had, as he spirited away forbidden knowledge of other worlds from deep within the tower. He even carried the scent himself, of ink and paper and sweet spices, but you could never admit that you noticed as much.

Judging by the way he looks up, dropping his shoulders and his guard, it seems the wonder of such a sight still has an effect on him, as well. He walks slowly over to a table in the center of the room, waves his hand over a set of candles, and they flicker to life along with the aetherial lamps perched atop pillars and mounted between bookcases all around you.

With the room lit, you peer around for any sign of company, but it seems, blissfully—or perhaps terrifyingly—that you are alone. So you take a deep breath and walk to his side.

“When I said ‘any adventure,’ I can’t say I expected you to ask me to bring youhere,” he laughs as he taps his staff lightly on the floor and the vanishing spell falls away.

Even that small motion sets off a cacophony of echoes around the room, making you both flinch. You wait a moment, but it seems the books absorbed most of it, and no sound alerts you to the presence of anyone coming to investigate. 

“How could I not?” you whisper. “You know I can’t resist”— you, you stop yourself from saying—“things I am told I cannot do.”

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Ao3 ED Fic Checker

I am not approving eating disorder content, it can just be an outlit for people, with that in mind I put together a google sheet of some popular fandoms and their number of fics with EDs, percenteges, Ana fics, and percentages

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[patriwoso]

Always dancing when you’re around • Ana Maria Crnogorčević

Hidden moments with Ana whilst your relationship is hidden from the public, until it isn’t not more. This fic is requested!

“You’ve had too much to drink.” Ana giggled as you cling onto her arms, stumbling around with a cheeky grin on your face.

“We just won the best trophy, EVER!” You exaggerate, grabbing Patri’s hand. “MVP MVP MVP.” You began to chant, the rest of the team joining in.

You hiccuped and held onto Ana’s waist to keep you stood up right. She was the sober one, not a fan of drinking, but you had taken this opportunity to drink and oh did you drink…

“Baby, I feel all fizzy.” You held onto her, sliding your arms around her waist to keep you on your feet.

“Fizzy?” She chuckled. “Y/N/N, do you mean dizzy?”

You hummed and giggled, looking up at her. “Kiss me” You bit your lip, you hands rubbing at her sides.

“That I can do.” Your girlfriend smirks, leaning down to break the height barrier and kissing you softly until you pull away for a breath of air.

“You taste like cola” You tell her, dropping your head on her chest.

Later that night you were laying in bed with Ana, you were dead to the world as you were slotted between the taller girls strong thighs, your head on her chest.

She scrolled through her Instagram feed, clicking on Claudia’s story to see a video of Patri and Cata doing shots, what Claudia didn’t realise is that she had also captured yours and Ana’s heated moment in the back of the video which had now been posted for the world to see.

And that’s where the talking started. You and Ana had almost been dating a year when the first idea of you as a couple had popped into the public eye, and the fans went crazy for it.

-

When the full time whistle blows, you shake hands with the Switzerland team. Your eyes however only looking for one person. Your person.

"Y/N!" You turn around and see Ana calling you over, stood with Mariona and Lia.

"Hey" You smile softly, just wanting to wrap your arms around the taller girl and tell her how sorry you are.

Spain beat Switzerland 5-1 to advance to the quater finals. You were happy for your team but the feeling was bittersweet as you knocked your girlfriend out of the tournament.

"I'm sorry." You smile sadly with a few tears pricking in your eyes, you didn't like to see Ana sad and knowing you scored 2 against her makes it worse.

"Don't be sorry my love." She puts an arm around you and you hug her gently, being careful with your actions as your relationship is well and truly kept out of the public eye.

You tug on the bottom of her jersey as you pull away from each other. "Can we swap?"

"Of course!" She smiles through her tears, pulling her shirt off and swapping with you.

You keep control of yourself to not look at her with the eyes that are kept away from the rest of the world. Mariona nudged you and giggled when she saw you trying hard to look away from Ana's body.

"I wish we didn't have to do that." You frown, looking at her sad eyes. "I just want to hug you so bad right now." You breathe out.

"Me too, but not here, love." Ana looks at you with her loving eyes, the ones filled with adoration saved especially for you. "I'll find you inside." she promises.

You nod as you continue to chat for a while, until Alexia comes over and tells you that the national team staff have asked for everyone to come into the changing room to get ready to head back to the hotel as you had a flight to catch.

-

Once you'd changed back into your travel wear you put Ana's jersey into your own bag to keep it with you so it wasn't to get lost with the luggage for the kitman.

You waited outside the Swiss changing room with Mariona, turning your head everytime the door opened.

Finally Ana emerged alongside a few of her teammates that you didn't know too well. She told them that they should go off ahead and that she would catch them up, wanted a few minutes with her 'club teammates'.

Mariona turned her back to keep watch for Vilda or any of the other spanish staff that would put an end to the meeting.

"I love you so much." You whispered as Ana held you close, rubbing her hands up your sides as she kissed you softly. "Keep messaging me everyday, even when you go back to Switzerland?" You ask, holding her hands in yours and fiddling with her ring, the ring you have the matching bracelet too.

"I'll message you everyday sweetheart." She kissed your forehead. "Go show the world what a true star you are yeh? I've seen the running for Golden boot. Your in the lead." She smirks. "I want the trophy on the shelf above the bed. Next to the photo of us on the beach."

"I'll try my hardest." You nod, going on tiptoes again to kiss her, melting into each others touch but being broken apart when Mariona coughs, the signal to tell you to split because someone was close by.

Ana presses one more kiss onto your mouth. "I could kiss you forever." She whispers. "I'll see you soon."

-

On the bus to the airport you sit besides Mariona. You could say you were best friends but she was more like your sister.

"What's the address for the base camp hotel?" You lift your head up from her shoulder.

"Um, it's on my phone somewhere. Sent it to Laia the other day. Why?"

"Ana just asked. Said she wants to send something." You shrug your shoulders a little to say you didn't know much more than that. "Can you send her it from yours?"

She nods.

"Thank you."

You rest your head back onto her shoulder and scroll through social media.

Someone had been keen to spying out the events between you and Ana after the game as photos and videos had made it to Twitter already.

Under a photo of you swapping shirts there were loads of comments saying 'Aww' and 'Barca friends!' but a few fans weren't silly and they knew what they were looking at.

One comment said: 'Reason 1482 to why I think they're dating! Watch Mariona giggling at Y/N when Ana takes off her shirt!🤣'

You smirked to yourself and slipped your phone away, trying to get a bit of sleep before the plane ride.

-

Why Ana wanted the team hotel address all came clear a few days later when a parcel turned up for you.

"Y/N, a package!" Vilda calls you over after a training session, handing you the brown box.

"Thank you."

You take the box up to your room and put it on the bed. "What did you order?" Mariona asks, laying on her bed in your shared room.

"Nothing" You tell her, using a pen to stabbed at the tape to open it up. "I think it's from Ana."

You open the box to see one of her hoodies, one she took back from you after you'd 'borrowed' it from her in the first place. You smile as you lift it up and put it onto the bed, seeing her Barca shorts from a few seasons back with '18' on the leg of them. She knew you loved to wear her old Barca stuff around the apartment and for bed sometimes.

You find a beaded bracelet with the letter of your name on, another with an A too. A small note telling you that she has the matching ones.

"You two make me sick, your so soppy." Mariona teases, flopping back the bed.

Rummaging through your bag you pull out your phone and try to call her. It goes to answer phone a few times then you realise she must still be travelling home to Switzerland.

Instead, you decide to leave her a message.

You

I love you Ana. Call me when you land, I miss your voice. ❤️

-

Spain get knocked out by the Netherlands and your on your flight home when you see the message you’ve been waiting for pop up on your phone.

Ana 👅👅

Flying back to Barca tomorrow morning babygirl, I’ll crash at yours and pick you up from airport xx

You giggle at the name of her contact, remembering when she had changed the name one evening on the bus home from an away game. You hadn’t changed it back.

-

The day after you arrive back in Spain, Ana packs your bags and takes you out for the day. All secrets. That’s what she told you.

She drives down the main road and you wonder where you are going to, she only told you it was a trip. The beach? A night further down the coast line of Spain?

“The airport.” You look at her, half excited and half very confused.

“I’m taking you away for a trip to my home. For our anniversary.” She smiles, looking very incredibly pleased with herself.

“Switzerland?!” You gasp a little, having wanted to visit Ana’s home country for so long.

-

The plane ride dragged a little, having only been home for less than 24 hours.

You got through customs and collected your bags, deciding to get a coffee to help keep you awake.

“Here” You pass Ana her coffee, taking a sip of yours before screwing your face up. “Oh my god, that’s fucking rank.” You whisper, keeping your voice down with the language you chose to use.

Ana chuckled, taking your coffee and switching it with hers. “Have this one.”

“Thank you, bebita” You used the spanish pet name she loved so much.

You stared into her eyes a little too long and you were snapped out of it when two teen girls came rushing over.

“Hi! We are big Barcelona fans, could we get a picture?” The tallest girl asks.

“Your my favourite player!” The smaller girl tells you.

You take selfies with them and sign their phone case before they rush off back to wherever they appeared from.

-

Within minutes your phone was blowing up with mentions and tags on your social medias. Photos of you and Ana sharing coffee and looking at each other with loving eyes had been stuck on the internet. Typical.

Comments:

- OMG THEY’RE SO CUTE

- They are defo dating!!!!!

- Y/N is wearing Ana’s jacket!! Look 3 posts ago on her feed - it’s the same one!

- WHERE IS THIS? 😱😱

“Hmmm, they know.” Ana mumbles into your hair, her chin resting on the top of your head.

“We did well keeping it quiet for so long”

-

You trip in Switzerland was almost over, one day left before you had to fly back to Barcelona.

“I want to post something.” Ana breaks you out of your thought as you search through the suitcase to find your pyjamas.

“Post what?” You look at her, finding the shorts you were after and getting changed.

“Us.. for today, our anniversary. One year is a big deal Y/N”

You nod, looking at her. “If your okay with that then I’m cool with it too.” You smile.

Ana took her phone out and made an Instagram post with a caption:

One year with my favourite girl❤️‍🩹

In the post she attached a few photos and videos along with it.

1. A photo of you walking up ahead, climbing a mountain in Switzerland.

2. A video of you both dancing in the changing room after the champions league final. Ana had put her arms around you and forced you to dance in the middle of the locker room.

3. A photo of you both with the UWCL trophy on the pitch after the match.

4. A photo of you asleep in bed, a blanket covering you and a sleep mask with false lashes she had stuck on the top to make it look funny.

5. A video of Ana giving you a piggy back on the beach. Keira had taken this video on a double date with her and Lucy.

6. A photo of you in each others jerseys after the world cup match, Mariona and Lia stood at your sides too after they had switched as well.

7. A photo of you asleep on Ana as she tried to read a book, your head nestled into her neck.

8. A photo of you and Ana on the beach. You had your hands over your breasts, as you had stripped from you bikini top, and sunglasses on your head. Ana sat behind you and peering over your shoulder making a silly face.

9. A video of you dancing in the rain outside the stadium in Germany at your game against Bayern.

10. A picture of you both kissing in the club after the UWCL win.

You smiled as the tag came up on your Instagram feed, reposting the post onto your story with the video of you dancing in the rain.

Giggling as you wrote a cheesy caption with

‘Always dancing your around 😘’

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Your hands were on his chest, head thrown back and eyes tightly squeezed shut. The movement of your hips was stuttering and it was all too much. His hands were roaming your waist, sometimes absentmindedly trailing up to your breast to squeeze your nipple and chuckle lowly at your reaction. 

There was a cigarette arrogantly placed between his lips, moving as he spoke dirty words into the privacy of the night - words only meant to be heard by you. 

You continued to bounce up and down on his cock, nails digging into his shoulders and it angered you how unbothered he seemed by the whole situation. There was a smirk on his face, his head resting against the headboard, eyes fixated on your pussy as it sank down on his cock. And he was still smoking that damn cigarette. The smell was the epitome of conceit; he knew he had you but you didn’t have him and he liked it. It made the ordeal seem non-comital and God were you becoming agitated.

“Can you- fuck…” His cock hit a particular spot inside you, the angle at which you came down on him making you stop. “Put the cigarette out?”  Your moans were breathy and tears were falling from your eyes. 

He laughed at you, removing his hands from your waist to take a long drag before returning them to your skin seconds later. “Why?” 

You continued your movements, stopping momentarily to grind down against him so your clit got some friction. 

“Axl, please.” You used his shoulders as support, throwing your head back and a single tear falling from the corner of your eye, trailing towards your hairline. “Shhh,” he muttered, bucking his hips up into you once before letting you go and taking the cigarette from his mouth. His eyes twinkled in the low light, pupils blown wide with lust and mouth parted as he tried to keep his composure. Then, he held the cig up to your lips, a smile gracing his face. “Take a drag, sugar.” 

You looked at the cigarette trepidatiously, eyes flickering between it and him. Your movements had slowed to a simple grind of your hips, his actions catching you off guard. He noticed your apprehension, one hand reaching out for your face. He cupped your cheek and ran a thumb over your cheekbone, his grip firm and soft all at once. 

“You take a drag and I’ll put it out.” The smell of tobacco was overpowering and you could feel paper on your lips, heat emanating from it. “Go on.” Your mouth was sealed shut, his cock resting inside you as you sat still, too nervous to move. You hadn’t smoked before and the first time you tried a cigarette would be whilst Axl Rose was inside you. But the odds were good. The nicotine was the thing keeping him so calm and if that were removed, maybe he’d show you some real attention.

So, you wrapped your lips around the cigarette, not missing the prideful look in his eyes as you inhaled. There was a burn in your throat and it tasted…awful. You coughed, tears in your eyes and heard the faint chuckle of Axl as he stubbed the cig out and returned his hands to your hips, moving you slowly up and down his cock. 

“Such a good girl. You never smoked before, huh?” The nicotine did nothing to stop the racing of your heart as he dug his fingers into your hips, moving you involuntarily up and down his cock selfishly. 

You shake your head and look down at him, a little whimper falling from your lips. His pace was torturously slow, the way he was moving his hips up into you and manhandling you like you were a little toy was degrading and pleasurable all at once. “P-please.” You tried to gain more friction, tried to make him quicken his pace but his grip was bruising and he wouldn’t allow it. 

“Don’t push it.” His words were a warning and he stopped moving altogether, his cock twitching inside of you. The self-control he had was like no other.

Your arms were shaking and your hands were trembling. All the pleasure and pain he’d inflicted on you previously was still surrounding you: his tongue on your pussy, his fingers inside you and the two orgasms he’d drawn out of you, your moans loud and desperate. 

It’d been maybe an hour of the going back and forth - the way he’d brought you to the edge only to pull you back and laugh as you whimpered and cried. Goddamn sadist. 

You gaze at him with tears falling from your eyes and he looks back up at you, eyes hooded with lust and a certain determination you haven’t seen in him before. He seems hungry for you and the way his mouth parts and the way his breathing gets heavier makes your stomach flip in anticipation. 

“On your front,” he mutters and taps the top of your thigh. 

It takes a moment for you to collect yourself before you slowly inch off his dick and roll over onto your stomach, your already trembling arms not doing much for support. You feel the bed shift as he moves as well and you feel the heat emanating from him as he hovers behind you.

You shiver as his hands return to their home on your hips and you feel your heart beat faster in your chest as he leans down, his lips near your ear. 

“Tell me what you want.” He brushes the shell of your ear as he speaks, breathing hot on your skin and the scent of tobacco on his tongue. You whimper in reply and arch your back, your brain unable to form an answer. 

His hand brushes your hair away from your face and shushes you, not in an attempt to comfort but in an attempt to mock. “Tell me.” He kisses your neck as he waits for a reply, the sensation only adding to your inability to speak. 

“Mhm.” You sound pathetic as he kissed along your jaw and down to the backs of your shoulders. 

“What’s that?” His words are so degrading - he knows what he’s doing and he’s proud of it. 

“Y-you.” Your breath shudders and your heart beats in your chest. He continues to kiss up and down the curve where your neck connects to your shoulder and you feel his hand skim your back and grasp himself, lining up with you before pushing in completely. 

You allow yourself a small victory as he groans in your ear, head resting in the crook of your neck. He stills for a moment, gathering himself and trying to remain as composed as he was. 

And then, he moves: slowly and methodically. 

His breath shudders and you press your face into the covers, smiling as he starts to lose his well-built control. His chest is pressed up against your back, heaving with deep breaths, and the ends of his hair tickle your skin; the intimacy of the position has you squirming underneath him and when he pulls out completely and slams back inside you, you grip at the sheets for support, letting out a strangled groan - a noise reminiscent of a cry. You were crying for him.  

“Shhh, now, pretty girl. Take it.” One of his hands rested on your hip, pulling you flush against him with each thrust. The other curled into your hair, tugging lightly and making pain erupt through your scalp. Tears were pooling in the corners of your eyes as he moved in and out, his pace sporadic. He’d move so slowly, teasing the head of his cock against your sweet spot, kissing your shoulders, and then he’d quicken his thrusts, making you sob into the pillows and writhe underneath. 

“A-Axl…” There was a chuckle, low in his chest and he was gripping at your hips, the warmth of him absent as he leaned back on his heels. And then, you were pulled flush against his hips, your ass in the air, head still buried firmly in the pillows. 

He continued his pace, his position helping him sink deeper inside you. Tears were forming in your eyes, your stomach turning and static humming contentedly along your body. His fingers were digging into your flesh, his own moan pushing past his lips and gracing your ears. 

“So-,” he was cut off by a groan. “So fucking good.” His cock was continually hitting your sweet spot a hand trailing along the length of your back to grip your hair and pull your head up. “God, you’re such a fuckin’ whore.” 

He was rambling, words barely forming under his breaths and you could tell he was just where you were. It was closing in on the both of you, building solid and fast inside of you. It threatened to spill with each thrust, your legs shaking and moaning loud. 

“Can fuckin’ feel you.” His grip was bruising, his pace leaving you a babbling mess. “Come on, baby. Come for me- fuck.” His hips were stuttering, thrusts sloppy and chasing his orgasm. 

“Axl,” you whimpered, feeling your pleasure surmount and then snap, white noise coming into your brain, the world around you melting away. There were curses mixed with his name and barely audible praises passing Axl’s lips. Until, he stilled inside you, his cum filling you an unfamiliar feeling. 

His breathing was heavy as he pulled out of you, the bed shifting with his weight as he lay next to you. You didn’t dare move, shaky all over and still trying to catch your breath. Axl was unbothered as he rustled around for something on the nightstand. You were acutely aware of the click of a lighter and the strong smell of tobacco.

You groaned as you managed to find yourself, legs shaking as you sat up in bed. 

“Enjoy yourself did you?” There was a smirk paired with his question and you rolled your eyes, pushing hair out of your face. There was a moment of silence before he held the cigarette up to you. “It’ll help you calm down.” You looked trepidatiously between him and the cigarette. One drag wouldn’t hurt. So you placed your lips around the butt, inhaling softly and coughing as the smoke filled your mouth. 

“I don’t like that.” He was laughing at you, pulling the cigarette away and taking his own drag. 

“You will. You said you didn’t like me and look at you now.” God, he was arrogant. 

“Shut up.”

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[sunkissed-zegras]

can we have some touchy trevor content? I feel like that man would not be able to keep his hands off of you even in public and it’s making me kick my feet & giggle

you are so right nonnie, pda is sooooo trevor

─ warnings | slightly suggestive??? alex being a third wheel (poor bby), trevor venting and being a yapper, fluffy, nothing else?

"hey and that's exactly what i told him, and what did he do? not listen to me, per usual." trevor sighed as he pulled you closer to him, his arm around you and his hand gripped your thigh.

you were nestled into trevor's chest as he ranted enthusiastically to alex, you felt the warmth of trevor's chest against your cheek as he spoke. his voice frustrated. despite his exasperation, there was a sense of comfort in his touch, his arm around you like a protective shield.

"yeah, i mean, what's a guy gotta do to get a little respect around here?" trevor exclaimed, throwing his hands up in exasperation. "the guy's a fucking klutz. how he managed to get in the nhl will forever be a mystery to me."

alex nodded and continued drinking his beer, "he's a blonde, that's probably why he's such an idiot."

trevor continued to grip your thigh, ignoring the looks he'd got from alex. pda was your guys' thing, but tonight it seemed like trevor was feeling a little more touchy (if that was even possible).

trevor frustration seemed to boil over as he scoffed, "seriously though, it's like they don't even see me out there. i bust my ass every game, and what do i get? bench time. meanwhile, mr. butterfingers over there gets all the spotlight."

his grip on your thigh was firmer, almost possessive, as if he sought reassurance and comfort in physical contact. his fingers traced absent-minded patterns on your skin, a subconscious gesture.

the looks from alex didn't deter trevor; if anything, they seemed to fuel his need for closeness. pda had always been a part of your relationship, a way to express affection in public. but tonight, it felt like he was clinging to you, seeking refuge from the challenges he faced on the ice.

"don't even worry about it, buddy. they know you're a great player and it'll be fine, don't let 'em get to your head." alex spoke as he continued drinking the beer.

trevor's grip on your thigh loosened slightly as he turned his attention to alex, his expression softening. "thanks, man," he replied, a hint of gratitude in his voice. "i appreciate it. just been a rough season, you know?"

alex nodded understandingly, offering a sympathetic smile. "yeah, i get it. every player has their ups and downs. but you've got the talent, trev. don't let a few setbacks overshadow what you bring to the game."

trevor's shoulders relaxed a fraction, the weight of his frustration momentarily lifted by alex's words. you leaned to take a sip from your drink, realizing that it was empty. you pulled away from trevor's touch and got up, but momentarily paused with trevor's voice.

"where you goin', princess?" trevor's voice tinged with a playful tone as he moved to grip your hip to pull you back. you huffed dramatically but you couldn't hide your smile.

"i was gonna go get a refill," you explained as alex scoffed at your guys' antics.

"not without me, you're not." trevor gave you a smirk, his playful demeanor infectious. he gently tugged you up, his grip on your hip firm yet gentle as he got up with you.

his hand gripped your shoulders as he led you through the crowd, his hand remained securely on your shoulder. despite the chaos around you, his grip was steady, his touch grounding you amidst the loud energy of the room.

as you reached the bar, he pulled you into his chest as he called over the bartender. he already knew your order so he just gave a nod to the bartender, indicating that he wanted the same drinks as before. his arm remained wrapped around your waist, holding you close against his chest as you waited for the drinks.

you leaned into his embrace, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your fingertips. as the bartender handed over your drinks, trevor flashed a charming grin and exchanged a few words with them, his charismatic demeanor earning a friendly nod in return.

with the drinks in hand, he gently guided you back to your table, his hand never leaving you. trevor's arm tightened around your shoulders as he handed you your drink, his gaze meeting yours with a soft, affectionate glint.

"here you go, princess," he said, his voice low and warm as you settled back into the booth.

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Ana’s Fic Recommendations - 2023

Hello! It’s me… again!

It became a nice tradition to post a list of fic recs on my birthday, so here I am, with a new portion of reading I did and loved since my last list which was made in April.

Enjoy :) And don’t forget to give your love and support to all those wonderful people who gave us these masterpieces <3

Please forgive me if I put smth I already recommended before in here, lol. It’s either I forgot oooor (what’s more likely) I love it sm that I wanted to include it again!

Please note that most of these might be rated 18+, so read the authors’ notes carefully!

BTS

🟣 breakfast in bed by @borathae, taehyung

🟣 flirt buddies by @jimilter, jimin

🟣 7 hours by @hamsterclaw, taehyung

🟣 tolerate it by @archivedkookie, taehyung

🟣 combined creatures by @numinousher

🟣 isn't it romantic? by @jeonqkooks, yoongi

🟣 sorry to tell you this by @writerforkpop, taehyung

🟣 lover to lean on by @sketchguk, jimin

🟣 love me or we both go down by @gukyi, taehyung

STRAY KIDS

🟢 moments by @ccawz, ot8

🟢 mafia au with minho by @leviackermanscleaningbuddy

🟢 not for sale by @thevampywolf

🟢 before you fall by @whatsk-poppinhomies, felix

🟢 pink stains by @suengmi, changbin

🟢 home by @jisungsdaydreamer, jisung

🟢 a memory held forever by @soobnny, hyunjin

🟢 who would've thought i'd get you by @in2heartz, minho

🟢 stray kids like cliché romance tropes by @luvtak, ot8

ATEEZ

🔵 crazy for you by @cosmicdumpling, wooyoung

🔵 married in vegas series by @starrysvn

🔵 in the quiet spaces by @honeyhotteoks, san

🔵 word vomit by @writing-my-life-away, yunho

🔵 stranger by @mlngl

🔵 you're the one that i want by @ateezmakemeweep, seonghwa

🔵 let's not fall in love, again by @baekhvuns, seonghwa

🔵 always him by @imagine-a-life-like-this, hongjoong, yeosang

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Hii would you ever consider writing a small piece of gabrily comforting Alex after one of the nightmares after what Tatiana did to him? Like them ushering him to bed with them and trying to make him feel better

Helloo! I wish I could write small pieces, but I always have too many ideas! I've been wanting to write this one for a while, but time is scarce these days lol

Anyway, I thankfully found a second in between study sessions to get this written! I don't have time to edit it well, so I hope there aren't too many mistakes:

Late nights

It was nights like these that hurt Cecily the most. The nights when she would suddenly open her eyes, wide awake. At first, the lively feeling that would course through her veins would invoke great confusion, because of how unused to it she was. Then, of course, she would be attacked by an overwhelming flood of memories. Memories that reminded her of why her daily disposition was a fusion between numbness and agony. Why her days were now painted gray; why her heart felt so heavy in her chest; why she was always on the brink of falling apart, as if her life was held up by a single string that was just waiting to become undone. 

Tonight was one of those nights. Though, if Cecily was being perfectly honest, most nights were like these. She turned to steal a glance at Gabriel. He was fast asleep, laying on his stomach, his forearms curled under his pillow. Despite everything, Cecily smiled softly at him, the way it was impossible to not smile at someone who cast a light upon your darkest shadows. Cecily turned on her side, hugging her blankets to her chest. 

“My Gabriel Lightwood,” she whispered quietly, “how long I had been waiting in the darkness for your light.”

That brought more tears to her eyes, because she didn’t know how to compensate for the darkness her darling Christopher’s absence had left. And neither did Gabriel. They were both so incredibly hollow, so filled with grief, it was difficult to imagine how they could possibly recover when there was nothing holding them together.

Cecily thought back to when her parents had died. The way she collapsed into Gabriel’s arms, the way he held her up and stroked her back gently, murmuring sweet words into her ear. Or when Jesse had died, and Gabriel looked to her for comfort. Only now, neither stood on solid enough ground to be able to hold the other up, and they suffered for it. 

Cecily turned her gaze away from Gabriel and instantly felt cold all over once more. She fought the urge to look at him again, knowing that the more she looked, the more she’d want to inch towards him and bury herself in the comfort of his arms. Gabriel would hold her without complaint, but Cecily could never live with herself for being so selfish, disturbing Gabriel from his rare, peaceful slumber, because her heart felt like it was being stabbed with each breath she took.

So she directed her gaze in the opposite direction, to avoid temptation. That’s when she caught sight of two round, dark blue eyes peering at her from the edge of her bed. She gasped, holding a hand to her chest.

“Alexander,” she said, keeping her voice quiet. “Bach, I didn’t see you there.”

Alexander looked sheepishly at her. “I’m sorry, Mam. I didn’t mean to scare you.” 

Cecily shook her head, forcing her lips to curl up in what she hoped was a comforting smile as she sat up and reached for her baby.

She settled him on her lap. From here, she could see the pure terror in his eyes as they darted to and fro, his plaid parlor, the way he trembled in her arms.

“Alex bach,” she said softly, stroking his raven hair, “What is the matter? Did you have a bad dream?” 

Alex blinked rapidly, his eyes filling with unshed tears. Cecily felt her already wounded heart break even further. 

“Oh darling, don’t fret,” She said as she pulled him into a loving embrace, tucking his head under her chin. “I’ll always be here. I’ll always protect you.”

Alex only trembled in her arms. Cecily knew to hold him until the initial shock of his nightmare subsided and she did just that, rubbing his small back as he clung to her.

As she held her son, Cecily thought about how small he was in her arms, how delicate. Ever since Christopher, she couldn’t stop thinking about how fragile life is. How it can slip away from your grasp like water, before you have time to realize it. And here, she had a small, fragile and trembling life wrapped around her arms. So she held him tight, she kissed the top of his head and rocked him back and forth, because she will never know when it’ll be the last time. Because she never got to hold her other baby one last time before saying goodbye, and now she never will. 

Alex’s fear seemed to reseed; Cecily pulled away and looked into his dark blue eyes; the same eyes her mother had had. She brushed a lock of his raven hair away from his face. 

“All better?” She asked with a smile.

Alex nodded quickly, though he still seemed a bit skittish. 

“Mam?” He said in a quiet voice. 

“Yes, bach?” 

“Can you come with me to my room?” he asked, sheepishly. “Only for a tiny bit?”

Cecily smiled at him, “Of course, cariad.”

…

Gabriel’s intuition told him that Cecily wasn’t asleep beside him before he opened his eyes. This, naturally, sent an initial shock of fear coursing through his veins, before he was able to rationalize that it was most likely because she was with Alexander. 

Even so, Gabriel was quick to get out of the bed and make his way down the hall to his son’s room. Sure enough, he heard his wife’s soft voice lulling from their youngest son’s room. Just across from Alexander’s room was Christopher’s. Gabriel lingered by the shut door, pressing his palm against its wooden surface. He closed his eyes and sent a quick prayer for his oldest son before continuing to Alex’s room.

He saw Cecily and Alex laying beside each other, Alex pressed close to Cecy’s side. When they noticed Gabriel’s presence, they both startled and pressed closer to each other.

“Relax,” Gabriel said, holding his hands up in surrender, “It’s only me; I come in peace.”

Cecily snorted. “You can’t sneak up on us like that in the middle of the night. You scare us half to death.” 

“You’re shadowhunters,” Gabriel protested, climbing onto the bed. “You should be prepared for these sorts of things.” he said, winking at Alex, who grinned at his father.

“You should be thankful I wasn’t prepared, Gabriel Lightwood, or you would have a knife lodged in your chest.”

Gabriel frowned at her. They tease each other, but in reality, Gabriel hated to think that neither Alex nor Cecily were able to feel entirely safe in their own home. It sent an unsettling feeling through him. 

Alex interrupted Gabriel’s train of thought with a loud yawn. His blue-eyed gaze was lined with exhaustion from sleepless nights.

“I think it’s well past someone’s bedtime.” Cecily said, her voice falling into the lull of a pronounced Welsh accent, the same one that she’d had when Gabriel had first met her. After years of living in Idris and London, she’d lost most of it, but it did make its occasional reappearance when Cecy was especially tired or when she’d had one too many glasses of wine. “I’ll finish the story and we can…”

She trailed off as she caught sight of Alex who had fallen into a peaceful slumber at some point between that moment and his yawn. 

“It seems he’s one step ahead of you.” Gabriel said pointedly. 

Cecily nodded slowly.

They both watched Alex sleep before Gabriel broke the silence. “We should probably go back to bed.”

Cecily nodded, but made little effort to move, until Gabriel sat up. She slowly detangled Alex from her arm and arranged the blankets over him carefully. Gabriel watched as she went through the motions of a practiced mother tucking her child to sleep. She leaned down and pressed a soft kiss on the top of his head and paused to look at her son a little longer before moving to join Gabriel. 

He put his arm around her and hugged her tight to his chest as Cecily rested her head against his shoulder.

They both lingered by Alex’s doorway, not quite wanting to leave him alone. 

“He’ll be alright,” Cecily said, firmly. She stepped into the hall, took a sharp intake of breath. “Bother, I forgot my slippers beside Alex’s bed.” 

“I’ll get them.” Gabriel said. 

Cecily seemed like she was about to protest, but was too tired to do so. Gabriel smiled to himself as he bent down to pick up the slippers. When he straightened, he lightly stroked Alex’s raven curls and whispered a goodnight to his son before going back to Cecily. Except, she wasn’t by the doorway anymore. 

As Gabriel left the room, he saw her standing in her white nightgown with her dark, wavy hair tumbling down her back, curling at the tips in front of Christopher’s room.

She must have opened the door; it sent a pang through Gabriel’s chest to see everything exactly as Christopher had left it. As if the room defied time. 

“I keep thinking he’ll come back.” Cecily said as Gabriel came to stand beside her. “That he’s at Charlotte and Henry’s house and he’ll come back at any moment and we’ll say ‘Christopher, where were you? We were worried sick!’ and he’ll say that he was only doing science, and that he wasn’t gone that long, and it’ll be one of those memories that are terrible in the moment, but later become something you recall on a whim and laugh at over dinner.” 

Gabriel blinked, before suddenly feeling the urge to do something before he went crazy. He bent down in front of Cecy, lifting her foot gently to slip on her slipper. Cecily rested a hand on his shoulder, but he didn’t look up at her until he’d slipped on the other slipper. 

When he did look up, he was faced with Cecily’s eyes, that always spoke louder than any words.

“Gabriel,” She said, gently. “You don’t have to be strong in front of me. Let yourself be vulnerable.” She put a delicate hand to his cheek. “You can let it all go. You’re safe with me.”

Gabriel took a deep breath and straightened. “I know, Cecy.” He pulled her close to him and kissed her temple. “I know.”

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edge of the world

Mature | 3.9k words

Named f!wol x Thancred

CW for smoking and description of blood

for ievaxol

Bloody knuckles are hardly noteworthy—not beside all the ways he's seen her broken before—so the admonishment never comes.

Instead there’s only silence. Silence of a comfortable sort, like the kind that settled atop the crackling of a fire, dampened by a buffer of old furniture to keep out the cold malms away from the closest spoken being but themselves. Silence at once familiar and terrible.

Oh, how she is doomed to be understood by him.

Politics, a party, a kiss, and an expanse of guilt an ocean wide. Based on munk's incredible fic, we've been living on a fault line.

Excerpt:

"How did you find me?" she finally says, flat-toned and barely a question.

It had long been a habit, on days like this—if ever there had been a day like this, she thinks derisively—to retire to places like this one, solitary and quiet. Perhaps it is the dragoon in her who finds solace in the wind whipping her hair the way it only does in high places, perched alone on the bow of a ship watching the waves flow by beneath her, balanced on the precarious stones of a mountainside in a way that could spell familiar death as easily as it did freedom.

But perhaps it is the canyon. The nearly insurmountable space between herself and everyone else. How here, at the edge of the world with nothing but a sheer drop below, it makes sense to feel as though she is on a precipice, that feeling that dogs her steps even on solid ground.

"Contrary to your hopes, you are not invisible," he answers as he lowers himself down to sit beside her, legs dangling off the edge. "And… I know you."

Seike takes a moment to glare down at their feet, two mismatched, beaten pairs of boots hanging side by side against the stone. Blood has dripped and dried on one of hers; the laces on both of his have begun to fray. Has she become so predictable, she wonders? That he could find her anywhere in this godsdamned city if he tried?

She sucks at the final dregs of the dying cigarette before tossing it off the edge and watching it disappear into fog and nothingness below, then reaches for another. She holds it out to Thancred like it's some sort of forbidden peace offering.

He shakes his head, and she does not miss the ways his eyes linger not on the cigarette or its embers, but on her hand. But bloody knuckles are hardly noteworthy—not beside all the ways he's seen her broken before—so the admonishment never comes.

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[laughterfixs]

Special

TW: This gets a bit heavy in the first half! Lots of angst! @afloofwithmultipleinterests helped me with a tease uwu

Summary: 

Moon’s having thoughts about himself. Does he really matter? Is he special? Why do people prefer Sun over him? As he sits alone in the dark with nothing but his thoughts, Ana comes to find him and talk to him. To help her pup’s mind out of the dark. 

Silence. Darkness. 

Not a single noise disrupted this night. 

One would almost consider it peaceful. But Moondrop considered it…lonely. Silence could be deafening. Moon’s mind was pounding. 

He sat on the back of a bunny cart, the carousel absolutely still for the night. Not broken, it was just fixed. 

Moon had come out to the daycare playground. The carousel was the main attraction, which made everyone want to visit. 

Moon wanted to sit and stare at the stars. It was the only time and only way he would be able to. But it was a cloudy night, the stars and the actual moon were hidden behind them. 

Moon sighed and raised his arms behind his head, trying to ignore the inner voice berating him in his head. But it just seemed to get louder and louder the longer the silence went on. 

Sitting out here when you have patrols. 

It’s the only thing you can do right and here you are! Staff is right, you are useless. 

Can’t even do naptime right. Look at yourself! What kind of caretaker looks like THIS?! Moon flinched, his hand going up to his faceplate to feel it. The wide smile on his face, sharp shark like teeth, he could see the light from his red eyes glowing against his arm. Moon growled a bit and pulled his nightcap over his face. 

Oh yes! Growling like that is perfect…for scaring the kids, for making them hate you. For making them run straight to Sun. 

What good are you?! You can’t protect anyone, you can’t keep anyone safe, look how easily you were infected by that DAMN virus! Everyone either thinks you’re creepy or dangerous. You. Are. Nothing. 

Moon curled up on the bunny cart, bringing his knees up to his chest and hiding his face in his arms. 

“Moonberry?” Moon flinched at the voice calling his nickname. He peeked over his arms, seeing the familiar sea green eyes of his mother glowing slightly in the dark. She couldn’t fit inside to get to him, but her long neck snaked past a few bars and characters to get as close as possible. “Whatcha doin out here by yerself?” Ana asked, gently tilting her head. Moon was quiet for a moment. He swallowed down the imaginary lump in his imaginary throat. 

“I just…needed to be alone for a bit…” 

“...Do you still want to be alone..?” Ana asked carefully. Moon looked off to the side. After a moment, he shook his head, face still buried in his arms. “Think you can come a lil closer then..?” 

Moon nodded and then slowly slid off where he was seated and moved to a chicken cart closer to his mom. Ana watched him as he went into his previous position. Her ears lowered in worry. “Alright…what’s wrong Moonberry?” “....” Moon sighed again. “I’m useless…” 

Ana blinked, taken back by that. “What? Where did that thought come from?” 

Moon gave a shrug. “Moon…” the dragon hound gently warned. “Come on, you can tell me anything…”

The starry daycare attendant quickly wiped the tears he felt threatening to spill. Unlike Sunny who would cry when he was alone, Moon didn’t cry at all. He tried not to. Monsters didn’t cry…right? “Everyone just sees me as a monster. The kids are scared of me, the staff thinks I’m dangerous. I’m just…I’m so tired of it…” 

Ana lowered her ears. That had seemed to hit her pretty hard as well. Moon continued on. 

“On top of that I just…I don’t think I can really do anything around here. I was supposed to be a protector and a caretaker, but once I got infected I…I couldn’t even do that…so many kids lost and it was all MY fault! I let Carlyle down!” 

“...Moon-” 

“Maybe Sun would be better off without me…” “Now you stop that right there, mister!”  

Moon jolted a bit at the sudden firmness to Ana’s voice. “I ain’t gonna have that. You know just as well as I do, Sun would be devastated without you. And so would I.”

“...But I’m just a monster…” Ana shook her head, using her paw to lift Moon’s head toward her gently. “No, yer my Moonberry. Yer Sunny’s brother and best friend. You may act like a mischievous lil gremlin but ya ain’t a monster hun.” 

Moon averted his gaze. He knew she was trying to help but…it was hard to believe her words. Ana sighed, seeing her affirmations weren’t working too well…

“Moon, sugarstar, I know it hurts…but I also know you. You are a protector. You do yer absolute best to make sure Sun feels safe and happy. Just as you do with everyone.” “But…but all those kids…” “It wasn’t yer fault. It never was. You had no control, remember? You weren’t yerself and I know it didn’t leave you yerself…you had no control of that glitch honey…” “But… the staff…” “Know literally nothing. Not the Moon I know. Not the Moon who I’ve seen do anything for those he cares about.” Moon stared at his mother. He held her paw against his faceplate. She waited for him to say something but he was quiet. So she went on, all while gently stroking his cheek with a finger. “Moon…Do you remember the day we met?” Moon froze a moment and looked up at her in question. He wasn’t sure where she was going with that but…his curiosity peaked. “Y-yes…It was after I chased Marie when I thought she stole some kids…I found you two under the pizzaplex, hiding and just…trying to eat and survive.” Ana nodded. “And do you remember what you did? Every day during yerr patrols?” “...I brought you leftovers from the concession stands and snacks that Sun made for you…just so you had something, anything to eat.” “Exactly. Would a monster do that?” Moon’s eyes widened. He looked down…and shook his head. “You not only did that, but you kept us a secret. As best as you could at least, until Sunny found out later.” She chuckled lightly. “You didn’t have to do any of that. You were mine and Marie’s savior for a while…You boys are definitely my savior.” “Huh…?” The night time animatronic questioned, looking back up at her. “What…What do you mean?” Ana smiled at him, lowering her head to lightly bonk foreheads with him. “Before I met you boys, I was a very bitter person. I wasn’t happy when I was human. I lost my life to those men and…that angel turned me into this all because I said I hated my kind. Once Najada found me and I became friends with Marie…I was appreciative, sure. But you saw how I was when you came down that vent…” “Hehehe…” Moon chuckled, looking down. “Yeah…you took months to open up…” “And I wish I had a lot sooner.” Ana chuffed, booping noses with him. “But when I finally got to know you boys, and I adopted you, every moment I’ve spent with you has been the best moments of my life, between both of them, I wouldn’t give up what I have now for the world. And that’s after being treated like a monster, being labeled a beast of wrath and vengeance.” “You’re not any of that though! You’re sweet and kind and strong, you keep us safe and happy and-” “Yer the same way.” 

Moon stopped at the interruption, he looked up at his smirking mother and squinted at her. “...You told me that so you could turn compliments on me huh?” “See? Yer so clever you figured that out right quick!” Moon snorted, chuckling as Ana licked his faceplate. He gently pushed her muzzle away. 

“I’m serious though, I’m better because of you and Sun. You boys pulled my heart out of the cold and dark. I think that’s pretty special.” Moon smiled at that, hugging his mother’s face as they touched foreheads again. He still felt something eating at him. “But Sun…” 

“Hm?” 

“Everyone likes Sun so much better and I…” Moon felt horrible for saying it. “...Are you jealous…?” Ana asked gently. 

Moon’s breath hitched as the tears finally fell. He hiccuped and sobbed softly, not looking at Ana. The dragon lowered her ears, she sat up on her haunches and gently scooped Moon into her arms and held him close to her chest. Moon buried his face into her fur, sobbing against her. “I-I’m sorry…! I don’t mean to feel this way but I can’t help it…! Everyone praises Sun! Staff doesn’t like either of us but-but they still prefer him over me! They’re all so scared of me! What makes him so special?! What makes ME special?!” Ana’s eyes softened on her pup and his angry hurt words. She hummed. “What makes you special? I could make a list millions of miles long…and it still wouldn’t be enough to describe everything I love about you, Moonberry…” Moon sniffed, pulling away to wipe his eyes. “You-you’re just saying that cause you can’t actually think of anything…” Ana raised a brow at him and smirked. “Actually I was trying to spare you but if you really want me to start listing things off…” she moved him in her arms and cradled him, starting to kiss and lick his face as she spoke. “Yer sweet.” A kiss. “Yer clever.” A lick. “Yer able to stay calm in intense situations.” A nuzzle to the nose. “Quick on yer feet, more flexible than a rubber hose, and don’t think I haven’t seen you dancing on yer wire. Yer damn good at that.” She attacked his cheek with a barrage of kisses, hamming up a few “Mwah!”s 

Moon couldn’t stop the giggles that bubbled up out of his voice box. 

“Maaaahahahaaam!”

“Ohhh that’s right! The lil rasp to your voice and giggles just makes you sound extra cute and bringin em out just makes you so much more adorable~!” Ana cooed, nuzzling his cheek now. Moon giggled more, feeling her whiskers teasing his crescent. 

“Okahahay! Mahahahaaaam! I gehehet ihihit!”

Ana chuckled as he placed his hands on her muzzle but didn’t even try to really push her away. 

“What? But I haven’t even scratched the surface!” 

Moon snickered, hugging her muzzle. The love from his mother started to warm him up…At least a little. As he rubbed under his mother’s chin, he sighed. 

“I still feel bad for being jealous of Sun…”

Ana hummed with a nod. “Well sugarstar, maybe that’s something you both need to sit down and talk about.” Moon nodded sadly. “I know…I’m just…scared…” 

Ana flicked her ears back, tilting her head lightly. “Has he heard any of this?” Moon shook his head. “No…I’ve blocked him from hearing or seeing anything for now. Pretty sure he’s still sound asleep…I didn’t want to hurt him or scare him…I wish it was easier to tell him but…” 

“Scared of his reaction?” Ana asked gently, earning a nod from Moon. “Well, I know it’s a real fear, hun, but…Sun loves you. Yer best friends, twins, a team. Ain’t a thing that can truly come between you two. You just need to talk. Both of ya…yer yin and yang. One can’t be without the other.” “...Will you be there?” 

Ana lowered her ears a bit. “I can be nearby…but don’t think I can do much else while y’all are talkin to each other in yer head.” Moon sighed and nodded. He knew she was right. He just wished this was easier.  “Okay…Thanks mom.” 

“Anytime honey. Do you wanna head back?” Moon looked up at her then lowered his gaze, he cuddled into her fur and nodded. “I guess so…” Ana firmed her lips as she moved Moon to sit on her back. “Tell you what, let’s get back to the loft and then, we’ll put a smile back on that handsome face of yers.” 

Moon snorted lightly at the comment. His mother being a mother…it still got to him. “Sure mom…” he agreed, not quite catching onto her plan. 

Ana hadn’t wasted a moment. She carried Moon back to the daycare. As she moved closer to the ballpit, she turned her head to look over her shoulder. “Hang on tight, sugastar.” Moon nodded, gripping onto her mane as she crouched down like a cat preparing a pounce. Then she leaped up into the air and onto the balcony, tail dangling off of it as she ducked her head and strolled the rest of the way in. The dragon proceeded to fix up the little nest she had of blankets and pillows and an old small air mattress Marie had dragged in so the boys would have somewhat of a bed. Sun patched it up, and they were surprised yet glad to see the pump still worked.

 Ana hummed at the nest in approval, she looked to the arcade machine in the corner and rubbed her head against it as if to greet it before moving her neck to pick Moon up in her jaws by his middle. She went to place him on the nest but held him over it for a moment. Moon blinked and turned his head to look up at his mother. “Mom-?ACK!” She gently dropped him safely into the nest, the extra padding keeping the bot from making much of a thud or harming him. He couldn’t help but laugh a little. “Hehehey!” Ana chuckled, plopping herself down beside him. “There’s a bit of a laugh. Let’s see if we can keep it going.” Moon stiffened at those words. Keep it going…? Uh oh. “Wh-wh-what do you mean?” Moon asked nervously, watching his mother’s arms move to either side of him. 

“Oh as if you don’t know~” Ana cooed. “How do I always cheer up my boys?” The nap attendant gulped, more nervous giggles bubbling out of him. “M-mahaham, come ahahan!” “What is it, Moonberry? Yer gonna tell me you don’t want it?” Moon shifted his eyes back and forth, he whined and pulled his cap down over his face. “That’s not faaaair!” Ana chuckled, lowering her head to nuzzle the pointy nose still poking out. “Does my Moonpie want tickles or not~” She got another whine. “Mmmm…please…” 

Ana hummed a chuckle as she made sure he was comfortable. Moon giggled from anticipation alone. 

“So giggly already, my sweet lil Moonberry loves this game huh?” 

“Shhuhuhuhut uhup! Dohohon’t tehehease!” 

“I’m not doing anything gigglebot~!” 

But she was and she knew it. Sun loved when she got silly, playful, whenever tickles were made into a game. Moon? Moon loved when someone got him going with a stream of sweet teases, kind words and affirmations. Paired with actual tickles, it was the perfect way to melt the seemingly stoic night time animatronic. 

Moon snickered, kicking his feet and hiding his face so she couldn’t see the purple glow that dusted his cheeks. Though that didn’t mean she didn’t know it was there. 

Ana then proceeded to gently wiggle her fingers against Moon’s sides. The nap attendant immediately squawked and squirmed. 

“Kkhkhkhkhkh! Mahahahahaaam! No! Nonohohohoho! Nohoho fahahair!”

“Yer the one leaving yerself open, sugastar!” 

She trailed her paws upward toward his arms. 

“W-wahahait! What are-ahare you DOHOHOHOING?! GYEEEHEHEHEEE! N-nahahat thehehehere!!” 

Ana chuckled as she teased the ball joints and wires that poked out from under his arms. Moon tried to lock his arms down on reflex but Ana’s paws weren’t budging.

“Tiiiickle tickle tickle~” Ana purred. “My sweet giggly lil bat~” 

“Pfft! I-ihihi’m nyaahahaat a bahahaat!” 

“Really? Are you sure? Yer as squeaky as a bat. I’ve seen ya hanging upside down like one. You love the night, and I know I’ve watched you eat a bug like it was a piece of chocolate.” 

Moon shook his head. “N-nyooohohoho…”

He finally peeked out from under his hat. Only to see his momma lift his left arm and nuzzle the paneling under his upper arm. Moon screeched and cackled. He twisted his body a bit and kicked his legs. 

“That sounds like a bat screeching to me, sugar.” Ana teased, releasing his arm and letting him lock them down and hug himself around his chest. 

“Srnkhkhkhkh…you…you buhuhuhully.” Moon giggled, his smile only growing goofier as Ana cupped his cheeks. She kissed his nose and trailed one finger along his chin, the bottom of the crescent and booping a couple craters. Moon let out a barrage of squeaks and giggles with a few loud squawks here and there when her claw wiggled in a crater. 

“Listen to you~! My big bad night guardian squeaking like the cutest lil bat in the starry sky~!” Moon giggle-whined, trying his best not to curl up. His family knew how to make him feel small, precious, special…they were able to melt away any bad thoughts and let him know just how good he was. “M-mahahamahahaaa!” “Yes Moonberry?” “Khkhkhkheehehehee! S-Sohohohomewhere ehehehelse!” 

Ana smiled down at him as she pulled her paws away. She easily recognized that as a plea for more tickles. She knew her boys after all. 

“Alright hun, where next?” Moon whined. “Dohohon’t make me sahahay!” Ana laughed a bit. “Alright alright, I won’t. How about…” She rested her paw over his belly. “This a good spot?” 

Moon flinched, squeaky raspy giggles flooding out of him. He nodded quickly, twitching underneath his mother’s paw. “Ready?” “Nyooohohohoo…?” “No? So I absolutely shouldn’t do this, yea?” She wriggled her claws lightly. Moon let out a yip and broke into laughter, wiggling under the claws which only seemed to help the tickles. Ana laughed with him, more than happy to see her quieter pup having so much fun. “Geez Moonie, I don’t have to do anything do I? I can just keep my claws curled like this and yer squirming will tickle you enough huh?” 

“I-I cahahahan’t hehelp ihihit! Gyah! Mahahaham! Tstststststsss!” Moon hissed through his teeth, the sprinkler laugh only getting Ana to join him again in the joyful laughter. “Well how about I try this?” She asked, taking both her paws and gently scritching at his lower belly on either side. Moon sputtered, throwing his head back to release a loud squeal followed by cackling. He kicked his legs, hands on his mother’s paws though making no effort to push them away. 

“AAAHAHAHAHAAA MAAAHAHAHAHAAAAM OHOHOHO NYAAAHAHAHAHAAOOO!! THAHAHATS SOHOHO BAHAHAAAAD!” “Is it? Funny, yer not really trying to stop me, Moonberry.” She smirked at him. She let out a playful gasp. “Oooh! Are you having fun~?” “SHUHUHUHUUUSHSHSHSHSHSHH!!” Moon reached right back up to pull his hat back up over his head. Ana hummed a chuckle. She kept one paw crawling and skittering like a spider around his belly, leaving Moon a giggling mess. “Tickle tickle little star~” Moon flinched when he recognized that tune. “W-Wahahait! Mom! Mahaham dohohohon’t!” Ana grinned at him. One thing neither of her boys could stand were the nursery rhymes. Ironic for some daycare attendants eh? “Moooon~ It’s rude to interrupt,baby. Let me try that again. Ahem..

Tickle tickle little star~ 

How I wonder where yer giggles are

Up yer sides, across yer ribs,

Up yer belly, and top yer shins

Tickle tickle little star,

I know where yer giggles are~” Moon squealed and cackled, pulling himself in a sitting position and flopping back down. He curled onto his side hugging himself as Ana pulled her paws away to let him take a moment to calm down. “You okay Moonberry?” Moon nodded, still giggling. “You-Yohohou are sohohoho mehehehean…” Ana chuckled, leaning her head down to nuzzle his cheek. “Sorry honey, do you want me to stop? Didn’t know that would get you so bad.” Moon peaked up at her and shook his head. “N-No…” Ana smiled in amusement, brow raised at her baby. “No? You boys are such gluttons ya know that?” Moon huffed. “Am not…” “Whatever you say, sugarstar~” Ana chuffed, nuzzling his belly, right over the dent. Moon squeaked, melting into more giggles as he sat up again and hugged his mother’s face.

“This lil dent gets you boys so bad huh?” “Snrkhkhkhkh! M-Mahahahaybehehe…” the night animatronic tittered. Ana smirked and flicked her tongue out just as a snake would. Moon let out a squeal, kicking his legs and pushing at her nose. “Pffftheheheheheee! Khkhkheheh, thahahat’s cheheheatihihihing!”

 Ana chuckled lovingly, letting him release her as he laid back down. “Want me to try the same thing I did with Sunny?” She asked. Moon looked off to the side in thought and nodded shyly. He kicked off his slippers, watching her fluffy tail snake around and coil around his ankles. Moon squeaked and scrunched his toes. The anticipation was bubbling in his belly. “Nervous Moonberry?” “A-A little…” Moon admitted, never taking his eyes off that fluffy tip. He knew how Sun reacted. Moon’s feet were just as bad if not worse. “You know what to do if it gets too much.” Ana assured, kissing above his nose and between his eyes. Moon nodded and took a breath. “I’m ready…” Ana nodded, dusting her tail over the bottoms. Moon yipped and immediately tried to yank his feet back. “WAIT WAIT WAHAHAHAHAIT!! GYAHAHAHAHAHAHKHKHKHKHKHHHH MAHAHAHAAAAM!!” He tried to kick his legs out but Ana had him in a good hold while the fluff danced over his blue starry sparkle paw pads. He turned his torso to hug a pillow and laugh into it. Ana chuckled with him. “Alright honey…get ready!” She flossed the fur through his toes, catching Moon entirely off guard despite the warning. “NYAHAHAHAHAAAAA!! OHOHOHO MY GAHAHAHAHAAASH! NONONOOOHOHOHOOO THAHAHATS AHAHAHAHAHAWFUHUHUHUHUUUL!! GYAHAHAHAHAHEEHEHEHEHEEE!” Ana shook her head with a smile at her pup cackling his head off. She kept it up though, despite how much he squirmed and screamed. He still hadn’t given the sign to stop. Just as she had done to Sun, she released his ankles and skittered her claws gently across the pads and little toe beans. Moon squawked loud enough to put a screaming seagull to shame. He let go of the pillow he hugged onto and wrapped his arms around himself. “MAHAHAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAM!! PFFTKHKHKHKHKHEEEHEHEHEHE! YOUR-YOUR CLAHAHAHAHAHAHAAWS! EEEEEHEHEHEHEEE!! NYAHAHAHAHAHAOOOO!” She started scratching between his toes and finally, Moon fully broke. “BWAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!! NONONONONO!! NYAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAAOOOO!! OKOKOKOKAHAHAHAHAY!! RED! REHEHED MAHAHAM REHEHEHEHEHEEEED!” And just like that, it ended. Moon gulped down breath after breath, even if he technically didn’t need it. His giggles slowly died back down until he was simply making happy tired murps. His fans turned on high making it sound like he was purring, especially as Ana gathered her sprawled out pup and held him to her. “Better Moonpie?” “B-behehetter…hehehe…l-lohohove you mahahamahaha..” “I love you too, sugarstar.” She smiled, licking his nose. She gathered a few blankets, wrapping them around him like a cocoon. Moon nuzzled into the coziness. “Moondrop.” “Yea mom..?” Moon yawned. “You know yer my special lil moonberry yea?” Moon blinked and looked up at her. “And you know nothing would ever change that?” Moon felt himself tremble from her words. He giggled a little, he wasn’t sure if it was phantom tickles or if he was just…really happy and comfy. “I do…but, I think I need to be reminded sometimes…” Ana hummed and nodded. “I would be more than happy to do that…and I’m sure Sun would be happy to remind you how much you mean to him.” Moon snickered. He laid his head back down, he and Sun would certainly have to talk later…a lot happened tonight. But for now, Moon was tired. Soon the lights would come on and Sun would be out. He yawned again. “Mom..?” “Yes hun?” “Stay with me?” Ana softened her eyes on him. She curled her body around the both of them. “I wouldn’t leave you for anything in the world…either of you.” 

Moon smiled at her promise and finally, he felt safe enough to doze off and rest. He had everything he ever needed…

Fin

#lee!moondrop #fnaf moon #fnaf moondrop #ler!ana #fnaf security breach #help wanted 2 #fnaf help wanted 2 #fnaf tickles #moondrop #fnaf tickle fic #tickle fic #momma dragon au #oc ana #Ana lore >:3 #you get to learn a bit bout her~

[maireyart]

Obito-sensei

An illustrated drabble :D Joubito AU. T. Kkob. Cute. They're about 20~25. Sharingan training. * * *

Obito cracked a heavy eyelid open. The first thing he saw was a kaleidoscope of whirling dots. He hadn’t recovered full command of his body just yet and lay on the floor with limbs spread out, nerve endings tickling all over. His cheeks felt strange.

Slap!

“Don’t make me take you to a hospital, Obito…” Kakashi’s angry muttering reached his ears.

The dancing dots melted into the shape of a hand nervously hovering over his face. The hand that had just… slapped him! Obito winced from the pain.

Oh, right. Kakashi was trying to wake him after their regular Sharingan training session — a useful practice they’d established to help each other hone their skill. The genjutsu he’d put Obito through this time was a good one, gotta give him that. A crushing, devastating illusion that had apparently made him faint in reality. Obito couldn’t even remember its details at that moment, only the feeling of Kakashi’s will engulfing him like a gigantic wave and taking his malleable consciousness to the depths of a black ocean. The weight of the water was numbing, extinguishing all light, sound, and thought. A perfect, opaque stillness, the lulling calm of death that his body and mind longed to surrender to.

“No! No hospital,” Obito finally croaked, barely recognizing his own voice. With some difficulty, he propped himself up on one elbow. Kakashi was sitting on his haunches beside him and eyeing his form uneasily, the Sharingan glowing in the semi-darkness of the room. Obito rubbed a sore cheek and concluded:

“Not bad, Kakashi. You’re learning quickly. But you absolutely didn’t have to go all the way and slap my face. It hurts, you know.”

“It seems I still don’t understand something, Obito-sensei,” Kakashi said caustically. “How come an Uchiha like you, a natural-born Sharingan user, fainted on me like that? This hasn’t happened before. Of course I lost my shit, you idiot! I wasn’t planning to harm you! Aren’t you supposed to be mostly immune to the effects of a genjutsu?”

“I am!” he rasped back, not bothering to hide the irritation in his voice. “But this time I wasn’t — deliberately. How else am I supposed to teach you this stuff if I never let you see the real effect it has? Besides… it was curious to experience it fully, and finally find out how it felt for those I’ve tried this technique on. And I’m recovering quickly, see?” Obito waved a hand, attempting a smile.

Kakashi was fidgeting, lips undoubtedly pressed into a thin line under that mask of his — a rare display of worry under a layer of quietly simmering indignation.

“You never warned me you’d dropped your defense. You never even told me it was actually possible — to subdue your innate ability to resist genjutsu. To lie unconscious for a whole five minutes from the effect of your own eye? I’d thought you’d get out of my illusion like usual. What else haven’t you told me?”

“Well…” he drawled. “It was my decision to take some risks. Don’t fret. However, since I let you mess with my mind, I may suffer some aftereffects now. I may feel a little drained for a day or two… It’s something we’ll find out very soon.”

Kakashi tapped at his masked chin and hummed. “I see. You’re making your own decisions regarding our training. And I’m sitting here like an idiot, wondering if… You know, I’m not gonna cast genjutsu on you anymore. We happen to encounter plenty of enemy ninja on our missions.”

“Um… Sorry? Okay, okay, maybe I deserved the slaps. But I’m your ‘Obito-sensei’! I’m the only one who can give you helpful feedback on the use of my own Sharingan, aren’t I?” Obito felt his lips forming a big, toothy grin this time; he stretched a hand and pressed a finger against Kakashi’s left eyelid. “Even a genius like you needs feedback. Not this time though. The illusion was perfect. Perfectly awful and morbid. But you’d better close this eye before it makes you faint.”

(eye boop) Find me on AO3 (omg) xD Find other illustrated drabbles by @cool-thymus and me in the CUTEYOMI collection :3

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[patriwoso]

Give them something to talk about • Alexia Putellas

Alexia gives the crowd something to talk about after a game.

You struggled at first, not playing beside Alexia after her injury put her out for so long. You had never gone this long without playing besides your girlfriend and the change was difficult.

A guilty feeling was there, playing each week whilst Alexia sat on the sidelines.

“How is Alexia?”

Each matchday, the dreaded question.

“Hmm, she’s fine. She’s sat up with Jana and Cata.” You smile at Pina, knowing she meant nothing by it.

You loved Alexia, everyone knew that, but the same question over and over is enough to annoy you.

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You ran out onto the pitch alonside Mapi, and started warming up together.

You looked up at the stands above the benches and spotted Alexia, smiling as she blew you a kiss.

The two of you were very private, not liking to put your relationship on the public stage too much so you didn’t blow one back with the cameras on you.

The game started off well, Aitana putting you 1-0 up in the fourth minute, yourself getting your first goal at the 25th. You celebrated with your team on the field before pointing up at Alexia and doing an A with your fingers for her, something you’d done all through the euros and the season so far.

Through the rest of the game you bag 3 more goals, ending the match 11-0.

After the match you walk around with your teammates, signing a few things for fans above the benches.

“Y/N ARE YOU DATING ALEXIA?” You hear one fan shout, ignoring what they ask and shuffling closer to Mapi as they begin to ask more and more.

“Do you guys ever stop?” Mapi snapped back at them, throwing the pen back in the stands.

You get a shirt thrown in your face from the same person that originally shouted the question.

“What the fuck!” You grumble, throwing it right back into the stands with the same energy. “I’ve had enough Maps,” you grab her hand and the two of you head back into the middle of the pitch where the rest of the team stand.

You see Alexia hugging a few teammates, but you stay standing patiently for your turn.

“Hola pretty girl.” You smirk, hugging her for a little longer than the rest did, keeping an arm around her waist when you pull away.

“You played amazing today.” She smiles softly, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Thank you, bebita.” You whisper, taking her hand in yours and fiddling with her ring.

“Yeh! And then some idiot threw a shirt in Y/N’s face.” You heard Mapi say to Patri.

“What?” Alexia looked at you, gaining the attention of everyone else.

“Hmm, it’s fine. Some guy just started shouting questions, if we were dating and stuff then he threw a shirt at me to sign. They just want the gossip to talk about.” You shrugged, not wanting to make a big deal anymore.

“I’ll give them something to talk about.” Alexia snapped, an angry tone in her voice.

She pulled you close to her and kissed you softly on the corner of your mouth, you rested your head on her chest and her arms hung over your shoulders and down your back, your own wrapped around her waist.

“Te amo mucho.” You whisper.

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[axlrosebaby]

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“Please,” you groaned, tears streaming down your face as Axl gripped roughly at your hips, pounding into you from behind. He was grunting and groaning, his pace merciless, giving you no chance to breathe.

Moans spilled from your mouth with each thrust; your pussy clenching around his cock and slick running down the inside of your thighs.

“Such a fuckin whore,” you heard him mutter, placing a smack on your ass. You jolted forward at the contact, an involuntary moan falling past your lips. “See, you love it don’t you?” He gripped roughly at your hair, pulling hard and making you crane your neck towards the ceiling.

“Axl.” You moaned his name loudly as he reached that sweet spot inside you, unable to answer his question. Your pussy ached and you wished desperately for release.

“Answer me,” he commanded, pulling even more at your hair.

“Y-yeah,” you tried to answer him properly, realising with each thrust, words were becoming harder to form.

He smacked your ass again, reaching down to rub at your clit. You moaned at the added contact, feeling a sense of pride as Axl’s groans blessed your ears.

“My whore.” You could tell he was clenching his jaw, his release approaching. “My whore aren’t you?”

You knew he wanted a reply but you couldn’t find the words. Your head was spinning - the only sensations you could focus on being Axl’s dick pounding into you, his movements on your clit, and the familiar feeling in your stomach alerting you that your orgasm was nearing.

He removed his hand from your clit, another smack landing on your ass.

“Answer me.” He pulled tightly on your hair again.

“Mhm,” you managed to utter. “Your- fuck.” You squeezed your eyes shut, pussy clenching around him. “Your whore- God, Axl.”

You gripped at the sheets, head almost touching the pillows. Your arms were shaking and unable to hold your weight, and you could feel them giving way. Your face was stuffed in the pillows and Axl laughed behind you, holding your face down and not giving you a chance to get back up.

“You gonna fuckin come?” He asked, snapping his hips into you.

You nodded your head to the best of your ability, trying to lift yourself up, only for Axl to push you right back down.

“Go on then,” he gave himself a moment to mutter a small ‘fuck’ before continuing. “Come on my cock you fuckin slut.”

His words were enough for you. You were blind to your surroundings, ears ringing and pussy aching as you came. You moaned loudly into the sheets, barely registering Axl pulling your head up so he could hear you coming.

Your legs were shaking and you were entirely overstimulated as he continued to pound into you - his thrusts becoming sloppier and his grip on your hips hard enough to leave bruises.

You were only just coming round as you felt Axl’s cum coating your insides, his moans and curses loud as he filled you up.

Aftershocks were running through you as he stilled, mindlessly rubbing your hips.

He quietly pulled out of you, feeling his weight shift the bed as he lay down next to you. You shakily turned over, pushing your thighs together and moaning slightly. Axl only laughed at you, reaching over to the bedside table and pulling a cigarette from the packet. He silently lit it, taking his first drag and relaxing into the pillows.

He opened his arm invitingly to you and you shuffled towards him, resting your head on his chest.

His cum was still spilling from your pussy, running down your thighs and you felt warm as he rubbed at your shoulder.

“Ready for round two, sugar?” You groaned and pushed your face into his chest. He laughed at you, pulling you closer and taking another drag of his cigarette.

You yawned as he held you close and although you couldn’t see him, you could feel his smile warming your soul.

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[baddestbittyontheblock]

ana-maria crnogorčević fic recs

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❨ ❁ ❩ mi musa by @bloodyjuls-blog ana crnogorcevic x reader

❨ ❁ ❩ always dancing when you’re around by @patriwoso ana crnogorcevic x reader

-hidden moments with ana whilst your relationship is hidden from the public, until it isn’t not more.

❨ ❁ ❩ drunken nights by ^ ana crnogorcevic x reader

-you swayed side to side, arm snaked around your girlfriends waist as you danced.

❨ ❁ ❩ be proud by @outsideratheart ana crnogorcevic x reader

-you had missed your girlfriend dearly. so much so that you were tempted to break the curfew so you could go to her hotel and see her before you became opponents. 

❨ ❁ ❩ I'll protect you by ^ ana crnogorcevic x reader

-have you ever met someone who you instantly have a connection with?

❨ ❁ ❩ just an fyi. by @futbol16 ana crnogorcevic x reader | 3k

-jealous protective anamaria over reader

❨ ❁ ❩ you've got it by ^ ana crnogorcevic x reader

-reader breaks her leg during a cl match and ana’s with her from the horrifying moment it happened, surgery, recovery, the breakdowns and the happy moments and the first match back, all very emotional and sad but with good amount of happiness at the end

❨ ❁ ❩ secret sweetheart by @redhairedwolfwitch  ana crnogorcevic x reader

-no more dating teammates. that was what ana decided after her last break-up.

❨ ❁ ❩ ana-maria ficlet by @cee-jay-engwnt ana crnogorcevic x reader

-“ana-maría crnogorčević… i can feel you staring even with my eyes closed”

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