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loviatarsluv · 2 months

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Would That I

"It's not tonight

Where I'm set alight

And I blink in sight

of your blinding light"

(all credits to the op of this gif!!!!!)

pairing: Gale x f!tav (my own oc, Elara)

(takes place in an AU where the absolute and the cult basically don't exist so this is non-canon compliant, I guess)

rating: mature (mostly pretty tame, but gets a little spicy toward the end ;) )

CW: yearning and pining, mentions of family member death, an interrupted bath, gale being precious, tara being equally as precious, and last but not least, (m) masturbation (HEHEHE)

in summary: Elara has been sent to stay with Gale of Waterdeep whilst her uncle is gone, and becomes his assistant/apprentice of sorts, and in the meanwhile is crushing on him so hard that she can barely even stand being around him. (real asf honestly) little does she know, he is equally as besotted just slightly better at hiding it (or maybe she's just clueless) and ends up having to let out his feelings somehow … ;)

a/n: I've been wanting to write a sweet romantic gale fic that did not take place during the canon of the game and let gale have tara with him and be in waterdeep and all the other things he deserves so here it is!!! this will definitely be an ongoing series, i'm not sure how long but i love a good slow burn so we'll see :)

word count: 8.2k (I know this one's a long one buckle in besties)

She’s always loved the color brown.

It was easily one of the most overlooked colors— one we so easily take for granted. Yet, some of the most lovely things in life appear in the warmest shades of brown.

A cup of hot tea on a chilly day while the rain pours and patters against the windows. The leather bindings of her favorite book that brought her boundless comfort more times than any one person ever had, worn from the years of reading it and tucking it into her bag so that it was always at her side. The rough bark of the great oak tree near her home in Waterdeep— well, someone else’s home that she just so happened to occupy space in.

She spends many mornings sitting on the roots of that tree, the large and weathered trunk shielding her from the harsh rays of the rising morning sun, either reading a book she nabbed from the library in her boss’ office or scribbling nonsense in her notebook. Occasionally her boss’ tressym companion, Tara, joins her, sitting beside her and allowing the sun to warm just the back half of her, basking her fur and wings in a beautiful golden glow. There are brown spots on her fur. She’s lovely.

The loveliest of things, though, were the things she tried with everything within her not to think about— like Gale Dekarios’ long chestnut brown hair, or the silver streaks that adorned the dark waves near the top of his head like it were a crown atop a prince’s, and the way he would tie it back into a messy half updo that perfectly accentuated his face and neck. The small pieces of hair that would fall into his eyes that she so desperately wanted to brush away. His perfectly groomed facial hair that had matching gray streaks and how he’d run his hands through the hair on his cheeks or rake his fingers through his hair when he was deep in thought.

And his eyes— gods, his damned eyes. So warm and kind and full of a genuine sweetness that she’d never seen in another person’s eyes before. Eyes that seemed to read her so well despite not knowing her for very long, especially when she least wanted her pages to be turned. Eyes that really seemed to see her. Many had looked at her before— none had ever really seen her. Eyes that when in the right lighting, appeared golden, like the richest honey in all of Faerun.

No, she certainly didn’t think about it. Not often, really. Only when his hands would brush against hers as he took the scroll from her hands that he’d asked her to fetch for him. Or when he would utter a groggy but kindhearted good morning to her as he ambled into the kitchen first thing in the morning, the first light of dawn breaking through the parted dark velvet curtains that drape over the large windows and beaming on him in just the right way to make him appear otherworldly. Or when she would fall asleep on the chaise in the study and wake to find a blanket draped over her body.

Not often. Not really.

She’d begun working for him (he loathed referring to what she did for him as working for him, and preferred words like ‘assist’ or ‘help’, he always said it made him sound like a tyrant) just around six months ago, him having taken her in somewhat as a favor to her uncle Alastor, who had been good friends with him for quite some time. She was never sure how their friendship came to be, but she never really asked. They were a strange pair in her opinion, her uncle being significantly older than Gale, who seemed to be somewhere around his early to mid thirties, based on her estimations. She was closer in age to Gale than Gale was to her uncle.

Alastor essentially raised her, as her parents passed just before the nearing of her fifth birthday. He took her in with open arms, naturally— but in truth, she always knew that he’d never planned or intended to cater his life to caring for and raising a child. He was a rather adventurous and solitary wizard, and before he’d taken her in, he had been to the furthest edge of the Sword Coast and back several times over, even explored the vast expanse of the Underdark a handful of times. He told the best bedtime stories.

As she got older, over time she noticed him get… strange. He was already a strange and rather eccentric man, but as the years passed he almost seemed to become a different person entirely. Still kind, still the same fun loving and gentle man he’d always been, just… lost, almost. He always seemed as if he were meant to be somewhere else, and had just taken a wrong turn and somehow ended up where he was. Like the clock was ticking and he was on track to be late for something, but she could never figure out what for. And in the months leading up to him sending her off to Waterdeep, he almost seemed to retreat into himself entirely, rarely leaving his chaotic and disordered sty of a study that she would often offer to clean and organize for him, only for him to wave her off and tell her not to worry.

She always worried. How could she not? He was the only living family she had left. He was the only true friend she had in the world.

On one particular night, the night he sent for Gale to come over under the guise of a friendly dinner, he seemed unusually ordinary. Normal. Almost as if he were his old self again. If it didn’t scare her so much, she would’ve been overjoyed to see the still eccentric, but wise and happy man that raised her once again.

That was the first time she had ever truly met Gale Dekarios.

She had seen him a handful of times before in passing, as her and her uncle would run into him at the infamous Sorcerous Sundries— but the two of them had never exchanged a word. He would offer both of them a bright and friendly smile, and she would return it in kind.

Her eyes would follow him as he walked away, trailing behind him as if she were trapped under a spell, her neck craning and watching him over her shoulder as he would disappear into the crowded city streets of Baldur’s Gate. Her uncle would tease her, jabbing his elbow into her side and wiggling his eyebrows. She would smack his arm and try desperately to hide the furious crimson blush in her cheeks, waving him off and dismissing his teasing. But he knew. Anyone who could’ve seen the look on her face when Gale Dekarios was around would know.

This was the night wherein she officially met him— the first time she ever heard her own name repeated back to her as she introduced herself, as if he were trying to memorize it and memorize her along with it. The way her name sounded so much more beautiful in his voice and the way his lips wrapped around every syllable as he said it. The first time she saw those eyes— those damn eyes— and they saw her back.

She hoped that he didn’t find her terribly rude after the fourth time she had to excuse herself to run upstairs and calm herself and the incessant fluttering in her chest and stomach as she spoke to him. She felt like a schoolgirl with her first crush all over again. Pathetic. Besotted.

By the time she came back downstairs, she caught the tail end of the two men’s conversation, ducking behind a wall and eavesdropping.

“You would be doing not only me a great kindness but also my dear Elara. I fear you may be her safest bet, for the time being.” She overhears Alastor say, his voice low as if he were attempting to whisper, but still loud enough to where she could hear him as clearly as if he were right in front of her.

“I understand. She is more than welcome to come to my tower in Waterdeep— though, forgive me for not asking before, but is she aware of this arrangement?” Gale asks, concern still evident even in his hushed tone.

There’s that fluttering again.

Her uncle sighs heavily, releasing all of the air from his lungs and pausing for a moment in shameful silence before continuing. She assumed he shook his head before speaking. “I knew that if I proposed this to her, she would have said no. I have it in good authority that she may perhaps be very unhappy with me when she learns of this.”

Anger was not the emotion she was feeling, far from it. Concern, perhaps. Confusion? Definitely. Anxiety? Without a doubt.

Her head was spinning as she tried to wrap her mind around what she was hearing— why was her uncle concerned for her safety? And why was Gale Dekarios the one who could ensure it?

Before another word could be exchanged between the two men, she emerged from her hiding spot, her shoulders hung low and her movements slow as if she were trying to avoid landmines from going off under the weight of her feet. Their heads snap up in her direction, and immediately they catch on. Gale gives her a sympathetic look that she immediately has to avert her gaze from. Alastor bears the look of someone regretful, but not entirely. Hopeful, almost.

“Elara,” He breathes. “Assuming you heard most, if not all, of our conversation, what are your thoughts?” The older man sitting at the far end of the dinner table asks, his tone simply inquisitive, versus that of someone who just got caught trying to pull a fast one.

None, really. None that she could express eloquently or with any sort of grace and dignity, at least.

“Where are you going?” She asks, her voice emotionless and calm in spite of the storm of emotion brewing within.

Alastor gives her a pleading look, as if he was begging her not to ask a million questions like he knew she likely planned to. Only because he knew he had no answers that he could freely offer her that would suffice in easing your mind.

“It won’t be for too terribly long. Though, in the meantime, perhaps Mr. Dekarios could pick up on your old man’s slack and actually teach you some damn magic.” The older man jokes, receiving no laughter in response.

She and Gale exchange a glance, almost as if they were surveying each other. He seemed to be studying her facial expressions and attempting to gauge her feelings on this whole situation, and basing his responses on her. It made her cheeks burn so hot she feared that she may break into a sweat.

She had heard of his magical prowess and acclaim in the wizarding world through the overheard hushed conversations of fellow wizards gossiping about him while she browsed Sorcerous Sundries. She had no doubt at all that he would be an excellent teacher— he just seemed like he would, even based on her limited interactions with him. So that was not something she was even slightly opposed to— if anything, it sparked a buried and long forgotten childish excitement in her.

She’d been wanting to learn or study the arcane arts for years, but for some reason her uncle Alastor always had an excuse against it. She picked up on small things and simple incantations that helped her tidy the house better or even minor illusions just for her own entertainment, but she always wanted to learn more.

That was far from being her main concern, her main concern being oh gods, how in the nine hells am I supposed to live with a man that I can’t even bare to be in the same room with for too long before needing to leave and calm myself so I don’t appear like a love stricken puppy under his gaze?

Aside from that, her concern for her uncle had begun to set in as she really digested what was being proposed and why it seemed to be getting thrust upon her— where on all of Faerun could he be going that he couldn’t take her with him? That he didn’t want to take her with him? She had never adventured with him before, he never allowed it— but that didn’t mean she hadn’t wanted to or begged him to let her go with him just once. He said no, obviously. Every time. It never stopped her from trying, though.

She knew her uncle well enough to know that whatever it was had to be quite important, if he were sending her off like this. She trusted him, more than anyone in the world. So who was she to argue?

“Are you okay? With all of this?” Gale asked her, standing and crossing the room, approaching her tentatively but not coming too close.

Okay was ill fitting to describe her feelings toward this situation, but there really wasn’t another word to replace it with. So she just nodded, not offering any more explanation as she was petrified of anything that might come out of her mouth at that moment.

Gale continued to watch her, as if he were waiting for her to do something— burst into tears, shout, curse them both out, anything— only for her to stay planted in the spot she stood in the middle of what would only be her home for a handful of days more. The only home she ever truly knew.

Gale and Alastor continued to discuss the details while she began tidying the mess that had made of the kitchen by the tornado of a man in the other room, and zoned out as she scrubbed the same spot on one of the dishes for what felt like hours, only returning to reality when she felt a warm and ridiculously soft hand very gently take the plate from hers. Her eyes shot up to meet his, his body dangerously close to her as he offered her a friendly smile.

“Allow me. You should probably rest up as much as you can. You know— before the big move.” He offers, somehow managing to mash gentlemanliness and awkwardness together into one terribly endearing sentence.

Gods, this is going to be rough.

She stared up at him through round eyes, just now noticing the significant height difference between the two of them now that he was as close to her as he was. Yet another thing to add to the growing list of things she needed to not think about if she wanted to preserve the last few crumbles of her own sanity.

She steps aside after a moment, not uttering a word to him but giving her best attempt at a thankful smile, then runs upstairs to her room and flops onto the comforts of her bed for what was one of the final times she would be able to for gods know how long. She savored the last few nights in the room that she’d spent her most formative years in. The room she dreamt in, cried in, discovered herself in, and fostered memories that she would eventually have to say goodbye to.

Then the day she was set to leave finally came, but she didn’t feel as melancholy as she expected to feel. She’d spent the prior few days drowning in her own nostalgia as she visited every forgotten corner of her childhood home, rifling through her old toys and relics from before her parents passed, making sure to set aside the most sentimental things so that she could take them along with her. She shed a few tears here and there, but mostly she felt a selfish twinge of relief.

As much as she loved her uncle, she had been craving a change in her life for so long now that she had made peace with eventually leaving long before Alastor had even considered sending her off with a man that was a complete stranger to her.

But something about that added to the excitement— she was truly being thrown into the unknown head first. An unfamiliar city, an unfamiliar home, and an unfamiliar person that undoubtedly had a whole wealth of knowledge and stories to share with her. It was a lot of change, but she welcomed it eagerly.

Though, eager as she was to leave, saying goodbye to her uncle proved to be a lot harder than anything else.

She hugged him for as long as he would allow her to, clinging on to him and shoving her face into his worn out old robes and savoring the scent that she’d always associate with comfort— tobacco, sage, and a hint of his favorite wine— leaving behind a few small wet spots from the tears that she silently shed. He kissed the top of her head and placed his hands encouragingly on her shoulders, and gave her an affirmative nod. He had never been good with words when it came to expressing affection, but she didn’t feel like she needed it. He showed his care for her in so many other ways that words just seemed unnecessary.

To be cared for is to be seen. To be loved is to be known.

She wished him luck on his quest, whatever that may be, then disappeared into the portal that would take her straight to her new home.

That day almost feels like a lifetime ago. Uncle Alastor checks in every once in a while, sending both her and Gale individual letters. She wants so badly to know what he had to say that was so different to Gale than what he says to her, or rather what he wants him to know and her to not—but she never lets curiosity get the best of her, regardless.

The one he sent today was unusually brief and simple, assuring her that he was doing well and that he hoped to come by to visit sometime soon— as he’d been saying for months and had still yet to do so.

She watched Gale read his as he sat at his large mahogany desk, his glasses sat just at the end of his nose and his brows furrowed as he read. His expression didn’t change or seem anything other than relaxed as he read, so she took that as a good sign. She relaxed slightly into the plush cushions of the chaise, a weight she didn’t realize she’d been bearing lifting off of her shoulders.

She lounged in her favorite spot in his office where she would spend hours reading and researching with him, or where she would sit as she intently listened to him bestow her with random tidbits of knowledge that he found riveting, his cadence as he spoke about it making her feel just as excited by it as he was.

“I wonder how many more times he’ll promise to visit before he actually does,” she jokes, breaking the comfortable silence.

Gale huffs air from his nose, never looking up at her from the assortment of scrolls, parchment, and tomes scattered across the surface of his desk. “Knowing your uncle, he’s probably already forgotten he’d ever mentioned it by the time the letters made it to us.”

She chuckles lightly and sighs, leaning her cheek against the top of the backing of the chaise. “I imagine you’re probably right.”

Another comfortable silence fills the room, as it often did while Gale busied himself with whatever studies he found pressing enough to indulge in. She tried her best not to interrupt him or disturb him, just simply existed near him in the event he were to need her help or wanted to rant to someone about whatever was occupying his excellent mind.

She quietly hops off of the lounger and pads over to the large open window on the other side of the large room, perching herself on the windowsill and gazing at the vast expanse of the ocean below, the sun shimmering on it in hues of orange and pink as it began to set. The breeze is pleasant and the faint salty scent of the ocean drifts with the wind and fills her senses. She closes her eyes and indulges in it for a few moments, feeling a kind of serenity that she hadn’t felt in a while.

When she finally opens her eyes, she finds Gale has turned in his seat and is watching her with a peaceful grin on his face. She holds his gaze for a moment before she has to tear herself away, nervousness rumbling in her gut as she squirms under his intense gaze.

“Would you like to go for a stroll? It’s a beautiful evening,” he asks, causing her to nearly topple over and fall out of the open window. Great.

Gale jolts in his seat, preparing to rescue her from her own potential idiotic demise, before she quickly hops down and plants her feet firmly on the ground and shoots him a reassuring glance.

“I don’t think my heart can handle being around you, at times,” he jokes. His eyes widen and his face pales, and he clears his throat nervously before he continues. “That’s the second— no, third— time you’ve nearly fallen out of that window. I’m starting to consider casting an arcane lock or an invisible shield on the damned thing.”

Her stomach is doing flips and somersaults as she replays the words he’d said in her head a million times over, despite him quickly correcting himself. Little did he know, she felt very much the same way around him, but for an entirely different reason.

“Sorry,” she whispers, her eyes dropping to the floor sheepishly. “I’ve never been exactly graceful.”

He sighs, silently chuckling and shaking his head. “So I’ve gathered.”

He stands and joins her in front of the window, closing his eyes and letting his head fall back slightly as he mimics what she’d done just moments prior, minus the potential self-defenestration.

A stronger breeze passes, blowing back his chestnut waves and his lavish looking robes with it. His very slightly aged and weathered skin is bathed in the peachy hues from the sunset. She takes a moment to realize he’s much younger than he appears— she wonders if stress has aged him and caused his graying hair, and what could have stressed him so terribly that it physically affected him.

“What do you say?” He asks, turning to her once again, his hands clasped behind his back.

She swallows hard. The thought of a stroll in the warm twilight with Gale of Waterdeep was nearly too much for her heart to bear. She fiddles with the bottom hem of the blouse she was wearing, her gaze fixed on a random point far off into the horizon.

Say yes. Say yes!

“U-um, I’m actually not f-feeling very well… I may need to lie down for a bit. But perhaps… another time?” She stammers, her voice meek and unconvincing. At least to herself.

Stupid, stupid.

Gale nods, but is unable to completely hide his disappointment, a slight frown gracing his features that would almost be impossible to notice if it weren’t for his expressive eyes. Her heart nearly breaks at the way his brown irises resembled a puppy who’d just been denied a treat. Was it too late to take it back?

“Are you alright? Is there anything I can do for you?” He takes a step closer, concern replacing the disappointment in his eyes as his brows softened and his hand raised as if he was going to reach for her, before quickly lowering it and dropping it to his side.

Her body stiffens and her back straightens, her heart pounding. How did she get to this point— where something as simple as him extending base level kindness to her was enough to affect her this much? You’d think after living under his roof for half a year and getting to know him that these feelings would have subsided or dulled themselves by now— but if anything, the more time she spent with him, the more she ached to bridge that gap between them. To be close to him in every way, to tangle herself in him and pray the knot never loosens.

But she had already accepted that such a thought was silly and childish— her juvenile crush on him would eventually subside and she would forget all about it, like it was never there to begin with. So for now, all she could do was endure.

“I’m fine, really. I think I just… maybe I just need a nice relaxing bath, or something.” She offers, throwing it out meaninglessly then realizing that a hot bath sounded absolutely divine.

An unreadable expression flashes across his face for a flicker of an instant before he recomposes, then smooths the front of his coat down with his hands and clears his throat. He offers her his usual warm grin, and nods.

“By all means. Perhaps I’ll start dinner while you do. It should be done by the time you’ve finished.”

She can’t hold back the nearly giddy smile that teases the corners of her mouth. He is so sweet. So genuine.

She nods. “That sounds good. Thank you.”

Without exchanging another word, they disperse, him retreating downstairs and her essentially running to her room to grab her towels and toiletries.

She grabs two towels, one for her body and one for her hair, then the soap that she’d gotten the last time she went to the market to pick up a few of her personal essentials. The shopkeeper let her know that it was a special soap, made particularly with ingredients that had calming effects on the user. Perfect.

She pads out of her room, closing the door behind her and making her way to the large bathroom at the far end of the hallway.

Gale had a way of leaving his mark on every space he inhabited, and this bathroom was no exception. The room was cozy, draped in various deep purple curtains and several houseplants that looked as if they’d been cared for by the most skilled of botanists, not a single dead leaf or weak stem. There were robes hung on the wall closest to the large clawfoot tub on one end of the room— his robes. She mindlessly runs her hand across the soft fabric of one of them, noticing a small tear in the collar and a few scuffs and singed marks throughout it. She wonders what mischief he’d gotten himself into while wearing it, picturing him perhaps trying out a new spell and it backfiring on him. She smiles and chuckles quietly to herself.

She tears herself away from her thoughts and his clothes, and approaches the tub, turning the ornate handle for the hot water and watching it run, slowly filling the marble basin. She perches herself on the edge of the tub, staring blankly into the rippling water.

She thinks of how many times Gale had probably done the exact same thing as she was doing right now— how he would sink himself into the water and finally truly rest his weary and aching bones, and wash away the stresses of the day even if it were only for the small duration of him being enveloped in the comforts of a warm bath. She wonders if he ever—

No. Another thing she absolutely could not think about. A thought to avoid at all costs if she intended on ever being able to look him in the eye again. It was hard enough already as it was.

The tub finally fills just as she shakes her head to clear herself of the beginnings of what were certainly very perverse and not very platonic thoughts, thankfully allowing her to now focus on something else. She quickly disrobes, folding her clothes neatly and setting them aside on the chair in the corner of the room— a habit she’d picked up from watching him do it.

The room, apart from the heat radiating off of the water in the tub, is chilly against her flushed skin, instantly raising gooseflesh all over her as she peels away the thin layers of clothing she’d been wearing. The tile feels icy against the bare soles of her feet as she returns to the tub, reaching over and grabbing the soap off of the shelf she’d placed it on earlier as she begins to submerge herself.

The second her body dipped below the surface and the warm water completely enveloped her, she felt all tension in her body release like it had never been there to begin with. She hadn’t even used the soap yet and she felt the calming effects of it from the smell alone as she dunked it underwater. Lavender and a hint of citrus.

Sometimes she caught a whiff of lavender when the window in the kitchen was open and the breeze would jostle the lavender plant that sat on the sill. She remembered Gale telling her that he loved the smell of fresh lavender. Not that that was the reason she bought the soap. Not at all. Not really.

She takes her time scrubbing each inch of her body, savoring this moment of pure bliss and wondering why she’d never enjoyed baths as much prior to this one. By the time she’s done, she dreads abandoning the comforts of the marble tub, but due to her fingertips pruning she knows that she’d probably been in there longer than she needed to be, and Gale was surely done cooking dinner by now.

She begins to stand, the water and whatever remaining suds rinsing off of her and splashing loudly as she does, which you’d think would have been enough of an audio cue that she was still occupying the bathroom and prevent Gale from bursting into the bathroom, much to both of their horror.

She lets out a startled shriek and attempts to maintain her modesty by covering herself with her hands, which barely achieved anything. Gale quickly shields his eyes with his own hand, stammering and stuttering incoherent apologies and curses.

“I— I thought— your bedroom door was closed, so I assumed you were in there— forgive me! I just— um—” He clamors over himself trying to make any sort of sense at all, never moving his hand an inch out of the way of his eyes, closing them tightly for good measure. “D-Dinner is finished and on the table waiting for you when you’re ready. Take your time.”

He darts out of the room, slamming the door behind him and the sound of hurried footsteps down the hall preceding.

Her heart pounds in her chest as if it were a wardrum and she’s almost certain that she might actually die of embarrassment. If she doesn’t resort to drowning herself in the leftover bathwater to avoid going downstairs and facing him, first.

She stands there, frozen in place for far too long before she realizes that she was very much still naked and drenched as a shiver rakes down her spine and her teeth start to chatter.

Fine. The world’s most awkward dinner ever, it is.

She wraps one of the towels she brought around her body, then the other around her shoulders for extra coverage before peeking her head out of the door, checking if the coast was clear before dashing down the hallway and into the safety of her bedroom.

Once inside, she shuts the door with a loud click, then leans against the wood and sighs.

Within one singular day, within at least an hour of each other, she’d rejected him (unintentionally, mind you), and he’d seen her bare naked body. After half a year of living together and nothing strange ever occurring between them aside from occasional extended loaded eye contact and a smile that felt like it bore hidden intent here and there that she brushed off and assumed it was just a glimmer of hope clouding her judgment.

Accidents happen though, and he just so happened to accidentally manage to walk into the bathroom at the exact moment her entire naked body was visible from the doorway. Things happen. It’s fine.

She recalls him saying that her bedroom door was shut and that was why he assumed it was safe for him to come in. She’s not sure why him noticing something like that made her stomach twist and do flips as if she were tumbling very suddenly down a hill, but it did all the same. She wonders what other things he notices about her, if anything else at all. The thought makes her throat run dry.

She pulls on an oversized blouse that fell well past the top of her thighs as well as a comfortable pair of pants, feeling the need to cover as much of herself as possible to maybe cancel out the fact that he’d seen everything only moments ago. It didn’t work, of course, but it was worth a try.

Realizing that he was probably sitting at the table and waiting for her before eating, as he always did, she finally forces herself to face the inevitable and join him downstairs.

She peeks around the corner and sees him exactly where she expected him to be— the same seat he always sat in for any meals, opposite the chair she always sat in, staring blankly down at his plate, massaging his temples with his fingertips. He looks equally as perturbed by their encounter as she does, and she can’t tell if that is a comfort to her or if it made her want to shrink and disappear.

She catches a flash of auburn and gray fur as Tara flies in from an open window and perches herself on the table beside Gale. He doesn’t acknowledge her physically, but utters a quiet ‘hello’ that sounds more like a groan.

“Mr. Dekarios, you look as though you’ve seen a ghost!” She chirps, pawing at his bicep with concern. “Where is my favorite reading companion? Have you finally scared her off?”

Gale swats her paw off of his arm and shoots her a look of annoyance. “Not now, Tara.”

“Did something happen between you two? About time, I say. I do rather like having her around, you know.” The feathered feline continues, pacing in front of Gale and nearly stepping right in the middle of his plate before he scoots it away.

“I fear she may run for the hills like a bat out of a crypt after today,” He groans. “I’ve made a complete ass of myself. It seems to be my specialty these days.”

“Mr. Dekarios, I may just be a simple tressym but I have it on good authority she won’t go anywhere.” Tara says, her tone meaningful and full of insinuation as she pokes and prods Gale’s arm once again.

He looks at his companion with soft eyes full of despair, his entire body seeming to sag in his seat in contrast to his usually perfect and poised posture. “I hope you’re right.”

Silence fills the room as Tara comfortingly bumps her head against Gale’s shoulder, eliciting a sweet smile from him that makes her insides feel fuzzy. She waits a few moments more before exiting the stairway so as to not appear suspicious or that she’d been eavesdropping. Her steps are extra quiet as she carefully tiptoes into the dining room. Tara notices her first and greets her warmly.

“Elara! There you are! How are you, my friend?” Tara calls to her, strutting across the large wooden surface of the dinner table to her side, sitting right next to her plate.

She glances at Gale for a brief moment, his eyes boring into her as if he were anticipating something terrible to come from her mouth. She offers him a shy smile, then turns her attention back to Tara.

“I’m well, thank you. I missed you this morning, Tara. Find any juicy pigeons to snack on?” She jokes, patting her head gently. Tara purrs and bumps her head against Elara’s palm, almost appearing to smile at the affectionate gesture. Gale’s eyes darted back and forth between his two companions rapidly, an unreadable expression on his face.

She tilts her head at him in a silent inquiry, to which he simply waves his hand and invites her to sit.

“Oh, yes, of course. You’ll have to come with me some day.” She offers, and Elara chuckles. As silly as it was, she knew how sweet it was for Tara to invite her to join her for a hunt, regardless of whether or not she ever actually would.

“I’d love to.”

She pulls out the chair and sits, eyeing her plate and finding that somehow her food was still steaming hot as if it were fresh, while Gale’s appeared to have gone cold and stale.

“I warmed it for you.” He says, answering her question before she even had the chance to ask. She smiles a grateful smile before taking a bite, not realizing how hungry she’d been until the very second the food landed on her taste buds.

They eat mostly in silence, aside from the sound of Gale’s fork scraping against the plate as he pushes his food around. She wants to ask why he didn’t bother to heat his own plate as well, but doesn’t want to pry. Perhaps he just wasn’t that hungry.

The echoes of something she overheard Gale say in response to Tara’s teasing linger in her mind, reverberating off of the walls of her skull as if he’d shouted them into the mouth of a cave.

I hope you’re right.

He hoped she’d stay. He wants her to stay.

The sound of Tara taking flight startles her from her thoughts, catching a glimpse of the tail end of her as she flies toward the staircase, likely heading to her favorite spot in Gale’s office on a blanket right in front of the fireplace. The departure of what acted as the buffer for the awkward tension between the two of them made it impossible to ignore the proverbial owlbear in the room.

Gale’s voice is the one that breaks the silence. “I apologize again— for earlier. I should have knocked.”

She waves him off, keeping her gaze focused on her plate. “Things happen.”

He clears his throat, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. “I just fear that I’ve made you uncomfortable more than once today.”

Now her gaze is locked right on him, confusion coating her features. When he notices, he sighs.

“When I asked you if you wanted to go for a stroll. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

Oh.

Gods, why is he so damn considerate?

“No, no,” she says, her voice softening and her eyes matching it. “You didn’t make me uncomfortable at all.”

It’s his turn to be confused now, his eyebrows knitted together and mouth pressed into a line. “Why did you say no, then?”

What answer could she give him that wasn’t entirely incriminating? ‘I said no because I’m in love with you and you make me nervous’? Not a chance.

“I… I’m just feeling a little tired today.”

He eyes her and suddenly it’s like she’s completely naked under his gaze once again, only she nearly feels even more exposed now than she did when she was actually naked. He can tell there’s more to it, but he doesn’t push. He never pushes.

“Well, do know that I’m always here if you need to talk. If there’s something bothering you, just say the word and I’ll do what I can to help.”

Only there isn’t anything he can do to help— hells, even this conversation is doing the very opposite of helping.

“Thank you, Mr. Dek— I mean— Gale.” She smiles sheepishly, earning a disgruntled smirk from Gale at her slip up.

She remembers a conversation they had not too long after she moved in, where he told her that referring to him as ‘Mr. Dekarios’ was unnecessary, and preferred that she just called him Gale. For her comfort, but also his own. He didn’t delve into why, but she just assumed that that was a Tara exclusive thing and never questioned it further.

“My pleasure,” He breathes, pushing his chair back and standing with his plate in hand. “I apologize, but I may turn in early tonight. Don’t worry about your dish when you’re finished, I’ll take care of it in the morning.”

She watches him as he scrapes his plate into the waste bin and then places it in the sink basin, rubbing his hands together and then turning to head for the stairs. He breezes past her and she catches a whiff of that familiar scent she’d caught from the robes hanging in the bathroom— sandalwood, bergamot, and a hint of old parchment. Something she would try not to think about if she weren’t reminded of it everyday that she spent surrounded by him, still feeling as though he were in the room with her even when he was away.

Just before his foot lands on the first stair, she turns and calls to him. He pauses, turning his entire body at the sound of her voice.

“Thank you, again. Goodnight.”

He beams at her, his smile reaching his deep brown eyes that she could see the twinkle in even from across the room. She swears she’d even be able to see it from miles away.

“Goodnight, Elara.”

Lavender. Gale loved the smell of lavender.

It lingered throughout the halls and wafted out from the bathroom for hours after her bath, and he found himself stopping just outside the doorway without realizing it, as if some invisible force was drawing him to it. As if that smell were a siren’s call, and he was a fisherman lost at sea being lured into her claws. He smelled it on her when she came downstairs, her hair still damp and falling in her face, her skin still flushed from the warmth of the water.

Selfishly, he could not get the image of her out of his head— the elegant curves of her body and the way it glistened as the hazy light of dusk paired with candlelight cast an ethereal glow that almost made her seem like nothing more than a conjured illusion. Though, he was sure no wizard would ever be able to conjure something as meticulously crafted as her, something that exquisite couldn’t have even been sculpted by the gods.

It felt wrong and he felt the weight of guilt on his shoulders for violating her privacy tenfold, and yet, his brain could not seem to let him forget for even a fraction of a second. He was incredibly thankful he was able to make it downstairs and hide his arousal under the table before she saw him again and was truly put off by him. He cursed himself internally for being unable to contain himself— one can’t always be a gentleman, it seems.

It was purely a miracle that he managed to contain himself as he walked past her to finally retire to his bedroom after what felt like the most mentally exhausting day. It was a miracle every day that he managed to contain himself around her, really. Especially on days that she wore dresses— he adored dresses on her. He pictured taking her for a proper evening out in Waterdeep. Greeting her at the door with flowers, walking hand in hand and buying her dinner, showing her all of his favorite parts of the place he loved most in the world, then kissing her goodnight on the stoop and smiling like a giddy schoolboy the entire rest of the night after they departed.

He’d been enraptured by her from the first moment he laid eyes on her, the first time he ran into her and Alastor at Sorcerous Sundries— so much so, that he completely forgot what he’d even gone there for and entirely abandoned whatever it was and returned home as quickly as possible, his heart racing as if it were trying to escape his chest and run right into her grasp. Sometimes he thinks maybe it has.

And then when Alastor asked him to let her stay with him, all hope of properly courting her the way she deserved had somehow been entirely dashed in an instant. While you’d think having the object of your desires right within your own home at all times would make things easier— it did not. It only further complicated an already somewhat complicated situation.

He valued his friendship with Alastor greatly, and feared that he would not take kindly to him beginning a romantic relationship with his only niece who had basically been raised as his daughter. She was worth trying for, he’d decided, and had been planning on coming around more and getting to know her the right way— and the rest is history.

Now, he’s tormented by her being so close and yet not close enough to touch. To occupy the same home as her, but never the same space was downright agonizing.

She had become the bane of his very existence, only because every day she made it even harder to resist her.

For example, the way she interacted with Tara— whom, mind you, generally disliked most other humans aside from himself and his mother— the way Tara greeted her with such ardor, not too different from the way she would greet him. The way she not only allowed her to pet her head, but even purred as she did so. Tara is many things, but easily swayed by people is not one of them. And yet, she welcomes her into their home as if she’d always been there. As if she’d been simply waiting for her to come home all this time.

It had begun to feel that way for Gale as well— his heart ached at the thought of Alastor coming home and her leaving again. While he missed his friend, he could not deny that he’d miss her presence in this house much more.

He felt himself going mad. Absolutely and truly round the bend crazy over her.

He wasn’t proud of what he’d done the second he made it into his bedchamber for the night.

To make matters worse, it wasn’t even the first time he’d done such a thing.

The pained straining of his erection against his clothing was making his entire body ache along with it, as if it were punishing him for neglecting it for as long as he had. The second he released it from the confines of his pants and underclothes, a bead of precum leaked and he groaned.

Gods, this is madness.

Perhaps maybe if he did this, he could get it out of his system and forget about it all in the morning. Yes, he thought, that makes perfectly logical and reasonable sense.

He clumsily strips his day clothes off apart from his underwear, uncharacteristically discarding it into a heap beside his bed before jumping into the expanse of the large mattress in the center of the room and making himself comfortable.

He looks down at his own pathetically swollen and throbbing cock, and he almost wishes he could call her into his room and show her the effect she has on him. He pictures her long dark curls fanned out across the pillows at the head of the bed, the way her complexion would be complimented so beautifully by the violet silk sheets beneath her, her legs spread for him. The way he’d devour her and drink her in as if she were the richest wine or the sweetest peach in all of Faerun. The way his name would sound cried from her lips in pure ecstasy.

The thought alone was enough to bring him closer to the edge— hells, he was sure he’d been on the brink of orgasm for longer than he’d like to admit. He was almost certain the second he began to pump himself into his fist that he’d be done for.

He started slowly, hoping to savor it for at least a few minutes and give himself more time to indulge in his fantasies. His chest heaved and his cheeks flushed with desire, and he had to try to keep himself quiet on the off chance that she could overhear him. Despite his efforts, he grunted softly as his pace quickened, now pumping himself with a steady rhythm that felt right— that if he closed his eyes, he could picture her on top of him, instead.

That didn’t last long, as within a minute he was spilling onto his own stomach and coming completely undone, chanting her name in breathy whispers over and over as if it were a prayer without even realizing he was saying anything at all in his lust addled haze.

He grips himself as he rides out the aftershocks until the sensation was entirely too much and he had to let go, his entire body going limp and exhaustion finally presenting itself to him and each one of the muscles he’d just expended in that process. He looks down wearily at the mess he’d made of himself, and throws his head back into the pillows.

He wonders if her pillows smell like lavender. He imagines that they do.

God I am a shameless wizard kisser I need him so bad I need him in a way that needs to be studied in a lab

this is part one of a series - ✧ (chapter 2)

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Sunflower Fields

the rustling wind was all too characteristic now, dream or not, he just wished to remember your voice...

character — wars, romantic or platonic

cw — mild angst with happy ending.

this is a gift i made for the loveliest @wayfayrr and took way too long to post because tumblr is a bitch, but since i am here now... enjoy! ps: i made an art commission from the dearest @h4wari. check it out, it's amazing!

The calm summer breeze blew, comforting and slightly humid as it ruffled his hair along with the scarf.

Blue star coloured eyes focused on the horizon, the chatting and bantering happening beside him barely catching his attention.

He looked lost.

As if chasing after something oh so far away, yet he didn't know what it was.

“Dozing off again, Link?” Impa voice resounded, breaking him off his stupor, gladiolus eyes thinning at the blank stare the warrior offered her.

“Let it be, Impa.” Zelda cut through, graciously stirring the tea before she poured one cup for herself.

“Ah, I can do it, Your Highness-” As Impa tried to stand up, the princess simply waved her hand.

Link took a sip of his own tea, already cold, though the gentle rosemary scent still filled his nostrils, a vague memory of Zelda telling him it was one of her favorite ones coming to mind, yet as the flavor seeped into his mouth he could only grimace.

Bitter.

The princess lightly pushed the sugar pot nearer to him, yet the hero refused, setting the porcelain cup back to the saucer with a muted clack.

“Excuse me, but I have to go back to my duties.” A blatant lie, he had been given a week off just the previous day.

Nonetheless, the princess nodded in understanding, barely looking his way as he made his way out of the garden. The gerbera daisies surrounded him the whole way out, as if mocking him, the sunny yellow shade only serving to make his mood worse.

He couldn’t understand why it was happening, why sometimes there were lapses of memories within him, the figments of a voice and a soft touch that caressed his cheeks with so much tenderness that he wanted to cry. He knew that such a thing could never have happened in the past as he spent most of his time in the war and taking care of his job as a commander.

His fists clenched when he finally reached the outer walls of the castle, the soldiers guarding the area bowed to him in respect, before opening the gates.

Freedom at last.

Somehow, after everything that happened, he couldn’t feel at ease while in that place, when near those people, when he got reminded of every single nightmare he had to push through, he felt as if drowning amidst the suffocating essence of abatina flowers, her image resurfacing to his mind even when he tried so hard to wipe it out of the memory.

With a sigh, he started heading back to his quarter, a vague sensation of deja vu overcoming his body, the rustling of the crisp summer air brushing his hair as if it was a loving hand.

The path home was quiet, some people greeting him here and there, to which was answered by his collected smile.

A fake.

Somehow nothing made sense, nothing seemed real, no amount of working or enjoyment made him feel at ease.

As the door to his house was opened, the red columbine in his stand shriveled, petals droopy, as thirst for a little drop of water, even then he ignored it, too aware of his own cowardice, hanging his uniform as he made his way to the bed.

The tired body just crumbled onto the bed, not trying to hold onto consciousness as he fell into a deep slumber.

…

He felt weightless, the usual tiredness not heaving into his shoulder.

A patch of small sunflowers surrounded him, someone sitting amidst it, a laughter familiar to him.

They said something that he couldn't quite understand, but before he could ask anything, they walked towards him, taking his hands into theirs, comforting and warm just as he remembered.

They laughed before bursting into hundreds of birds of paradise, colourful and filled with emotions.

Link didn't have any time to process it, however, as his eyes opened, the rays of light shone down on him as yet another day started.

Repeating it all once again.

He wished to sigh, but staying still at the same place for so long wouldn't do him any good, and only make him pity himself even more.

Just as he opened the curtains of his bedroom, his eyes widened, the place that should have been a vast open hill, was now covered in a patch of sunflowers, much like the dream he just had.

Not even bothering to take his usual uniform, he headed out in a flurry, tripping over his own feet as he stumbled towards the door.

As he opened it, the sight that greeted him was a familiar, yet unknown figure, surrounded by the townsfolk, all carrying bouquets of sunflowers, and placing it around the now covered patch of land.

The mysterious person's eyes met his, and they didn't hesitate before approaching him, the white-pink valerians in their arms standing out among the bright yellow blooms everyone else held.

“I'm sure you didn't expect it, Link.” Their familiar voice rang inside his heart, and he unknowingly smiled at it.

“You… how..?” So many questions flooded his head, yet no coherent words came out.

Scalding hot tears brimmed around his eyes, and with a soft smile they brushed it out of his face.

“I'm sorry that it took me so long to get to you my dear.” They answered with a melancholic smile, offering him the valerian bouquet.

He hesitated for a second, yet the moment he saw the guilt in your eyes, he carefully took it, not wasting any more time before taking you into a warm embrace.

“I missed you so much…” Link said.

“Me too, Link.” You sobbed into his arms.

Blue Star — Strength, Resilience

Gladiolus — Victorious, Strength

Rosemary — Remembrance

Gerbera Daisies (Yellow) — Appreciation in relationships

Abatina — Fickleness

Red columbine — Anxious, Trembling

Dwarf Sunflower — Adoration

Bird of Paradise — Freedom

Valerian — Readiness

#warriors x reader #linked universe warriors #linked universe #linked universe x reader #lu warriors #warriors #fungi's delicacies

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footiehoefics · 6 months

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Pretty eyes / Ojitos lindos

This is a repost bc the tags weren't working :(. Anyways sorry I hadn't posted in a while, I'm glad i was able to write this one bc it was an idea I've had for a while now. I hope you guys like :)! Tw none, fluff/light smut, 2.7k words

Gif: bluesmason

Hace tiempo que no agarro a nadie de la mano

Hace tiempo que no envío un: “buenos días te amo”

Pero tu me tiene’ enredao, me envolví

Iba por mi camino y me perdí

Mi mirada cambió cuando tus ojos vi

Yo no te busque, no

Chocamo’ en el trayecto

Con tu alma es la que yo conecto

Tranquila, no tiene que ser perfecto, no

I haven't hеld somebody's hand in a while

I haven't sent a "Good morning, I love you" in a while

But you've got me entangled, I got involved

I was on my own way and I got lost

My gaze changed when I saw your eyes

I didn't look for you, no,

We bumped into each other through our path

Your soul is the one I connect with

Stay calm, it doesn't have to be perfect, no

What you and Mason had was something very special, and both of you knew it. You are both certain it was love at first sight, as cheesy as it sounds. You fell for him, quick and hard. The first time you looked at him properly, like look straight into his hazel eyes, you knew you were fucked.

Before meeting him you knew who he was of course, and you never thought you would meet him in a coffee shop in Manchester and end up falling in love with him. However, the last thing you were expecting was him falling in love with you.

It was lonely for him those first days in Manchester, but he had you. After you two met, he sat down at your table for a cup of tea and a chat and he asked for your number. He thought you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He definitely did not plan on seeing someone right now in his life, especially after making such a big change in his life. That all changed of course when he took you on a date.

He didn't know where to take you not having lived in Manchester before, so you chose the place since you were a local. It was a nice, cozy and cute restaurant. It was also very private which he loved. That whole night was probably some of the best moments he had ever shared with someone. He knew he felt something for you that day at the coffee shop, but on your first date it completely solidified it.

During your first date, you could not stop staring into his eyes. It was the loveliest and best first date you've ever been to. He made you feel things no one had, and things you hadn't felt in a while.

After dinner, you took him to a park nearby. You were walking and talking, talking and walking. You learned so much from him and him from you. It was like you were talking to someone who you had trusted your whole entire life. It felt right and it felt like home.

After debating it in his head, Mason finally had the courage to grab your hand and intertwine your fingers with his. It made your heart melt and your cheeks blush too which caused Mason to giggle to himself.

Every day after that, the thing you both wanted the most was to be with one another. You craved each other’s touch and presence. It did not take him long for him to tell you about his feelings and how serious he was taking your relationship. You felt exactly the same.

It scared you a bit, you feel like maybe all of this happening in the span of a month or 2 months was rushing it. All those thoughts went away when you were with him though.

“Do you want to go to my home game tomorrow?” Mason asked you while you both layed on top of each other on his couch.

You had never seen him play, the season was just starting and his first game was a home game. You lifted your head up from his chest to look him in the eyes. The same eyes that drove you crazy every single time you looked at them.

“Do you want me to go?” you asked him back, resting your chin on his chest.

“Of course I want you to go…” he replied, smiling and caressing your cheeks with his warm hands. You smiled at him, still looking at his eyes.

“I’ll go, I want to see you play.” you told him.

You lifted your body up towards him and kissed him lovingly. Kissing him was another thing that drove you crazy. Feeling his lips against yours, his nose brushing against yours.

“I love you so much, you know?” he said, your noses still touching.

“You do?” you whispered.

“More than you know” he replied, smiling.

“I love you,” you said, kissing him, “so much.”

After that night, every morning you woke up to a “Good morning” and an “I love you” from your boyfriend.

After what you went through with your ex relationships, you didn’t think it was possible to find someone as perfect as him. But you were very thankful and you thanked your lucky stars every day.

___

Yo le hablo a Dio’ y tu eres su respuesta

Aprendí que los momento’ lindo’ nunca cuestan

Como cuando me regalas tu mirada

Y el sol su puesta, y el sol su puesta

Nada más seremos do’, tu y yo acariciándono’

En medio del tiempo, sin decir adiós

I talk to God and you are his answer

I learned that pretty moments are priceless

Like when you gift me your gaze

And the sun its setting, and the sun its setting

It’ll only be us two, you and i caressing each other

In the midst of time, not saying goodbye

The season did not start the way everyone at United was expecting, and certainly not the way Mason expected. He had trained loads during the summer to get back on track from his previous injury and start contributing to the team. The first games he felt like it was not clicking for him.

On top of the hateful comments and mean headlines about him, he picked up an injury. It added to the frustration he had and it upset him how the team could not count on him now.

Once he felt his muscle tingle, he knew he had to get subbed off. He hand signaled his manager to take him off. He immediately knew Mason was injured and called another player from the bench to replace him.

You could see from the stands Mason limping off the pitch. Your heart sank, you felt awful. He had been beating himself up for the poor performances, no matter how much you tried assuring him he was not responsible for the performances of 10 other men. It hurt you to see him this way. His confidence was low, his performances were not great because of it, his face when he looked at social media after games.

After the game, you waited for him in the player’s lounge. You were nervous. You wanted to give him space but you also wanted him to know he could talk to you and confide in you. After all, you were his girlfriend, and you loved him more than anything.

You saw him say goodbye to his physio, got up and got ready to comfort him. He approached you, and you could see the sparkle in his eyes was gone. Those eyes that you loved so much, did not look the same. He looked defeated. Once you two were close, you hugged him, not caring if he wanted it or not. It hurt you seeing him like that. He appreciated the hug. Your arms embracing him was the best feeling in the world for him.

You two stood there hugging each other, your arms around his shoulders and his arms around your waist, for what felt like hours, in the midst of time. Your face was buried on the crook of his neck.

“I’m sorry baby” you whispered only for him to hear.

“Thank you for being here, always” he replied, kissing your cheek.

“Always.” you pulled away to look at him, and kiss him.

You both left Old Trafford and headed home. The drive home was silent which was unusual, but you didn’t want to talk about it unless he started the conversation.

Once home, you asked him if he was hungry but he said no. You watched him head to his bedroom with his head hanging low. You cooked something for yourself since you were starving, and also to give him some space.

You ate your food alone in the dining room and cleaned up the kitchen and plates. You headed to his bedroom and saw him lying face down on his bed. You laid right next to him sideways, so you could scratch his head and look at him.

“What did the physio say?” you asked, trying to start a conversation with him.

“Um, I have to go tomorrow to get some tests done but…they think it will be at least a month out…” he said, turning his head to your side so he could see you.

“Fuck…” you muttered under your breath. You got closer to him, still scratching his head with your nails, and brushing your nose against him. “I hate seeing you like this Mase…”

“It’ll be fine…I hope” he sounded sad and defeated.

“It will baby, I promise” you tried reassuring him. “I will always be here, after every good and bad game.”

“Good, you're the only person I want to see after every game” he said, pulling a smile out of both of you.

“You will get better, you will start getting into the rhythm of the team I promise. I don’t want to see your eyes and just see sadness, I hate it.” you said kissing his nose.

“You have a weird obsession with my eyes you know” he told you smiling to himself.

“Excuse you, but they are my favorite” you replied, pecking his lips.

You changed into more comfortable clothes and got back in bed with him. These moments sucked for Mason, feeling the weight of the world in him. It also sucked for you too, feeling helpless. However, being there for one another was very precious to you both.

—--

Cuando estoy encima de ti, de ti

Mami yo me olvido de todo, todo

No hace falta nadie aquí

Solamente tú y yo

When I'm on top of you, of you

Mami, I forget about everything, everything

Nobody is needed here

Just you and me

Having sex with Mason was something you were definitely nervous about. Before him, it had been a while since you did anything with anyone. You didn’t just want to sleep with someone and not talk to them the next day. It felt wrong to you.

When Mason suggested you stay over after a nice dinner cooked by him, you knew it would probably lead to both of you naked on his bed. You’re not gonna lie, you really wanted him. There was no one else in the world that would make you feel this way.

Nothing had escalated more than a heated make out session. Honestly, it could have since both of you got really horny sometimes. However, you wanted it to be somewhat special and so did Mason. Mason wanted to make love with you, not just have sex.

After dinner, you of course started making out on the couch, both of you had thought about this moment for a long time. How it would feel to have him inside you, how it would feel for him to be inside you. How it would feel to kiss every inch of each other’s bodies.

Mason was currently on top of you, both of you completely naked, and just anticipating that moment.

“Mase baby, I need you” you moaned against his mouth.

He lined himself up with you, and started thrusting in slowly. He wanted to make you feel good, and like you two were the only people in the world.

The room was filled with both of your moans and grunts.

“Oh my god” you moaned against his ear.

“You feel so good my love” Mason said, now looking at you.

You stared into his eyes, while he thrusted still slowly to take his time and make you feel every good sensation.

Once you both started panting more and more, you knew you were close.

“Fucking hell” Mason said, as he finished, making you moan and finish too.

“You are something else…” he said, moving hair out of your face and smiling down at you.

You lifted your head a bit to kiss him. “I love you.”

“I love you more.” he replied, kissing you again.

—-

Y solo mírame con esos ojito’ lindo’

Que con eso yo estoy bien

Hoy he vuelto a nacer

Tu y yo, tu y yo

And just look at me with those pretty eyes

Cause with that I am fine,

I have been reborn

You and me, you and me

Mason was a little disappointed in not being called up for the England capm this month. He knew, however, he had just returned back from his injury and understood the manager’s decision.

He thought this break was the perfect opportunity to do a little road trip with you, and take you somewhere a little more sunny. It was still cold, but the sun and the beach made it better.

He wanted this trip to be just you and him, no one else and no distractions. He also wanted to make this trip for you as a thank you, for being there for him even though it got tough.

When you arrived at the airbnb he rented, which was right in front of the beach, you gasped. It was a beautiful little house with the perfect view. You both got settled in the house and decided to go to the pier which was not far away. It was a 15 minute walk from your place.

The whole day was perfect. Holding hands the whole time, him giving you sneaky kisses, shopping a little, exploring the town and eating delicious food he was normally not allowed.

“Why don’t we go to the beach to watch the sun set?” he asked, giving a kiss to your left hand.

“Okay, let me just finish this” you replied, licking the drop of chocolate that was about to fall off your churro.

Mason looked at you, and started giggling.

“What is it?” you asked, “do i have something on my face? Mason!” both of you now laughing.

“You have chocolate on the tip of your nose” he said, giggling.

“How the hell did that get there?” you laughed, trying to reach for the napkin but Mason beat you to it.

“I mean, you are devouring that churro like it’s your last meal” he replied, removing the chocolate from your nose and making you gasp, jokingly acting offended.

You both headed down to the beach and found a comfy place to sit down and admire the sunset. You were sitting side by side, resting against a rock, his hands on your legs and your legs over his.

You rested your head on his shoulder looking at the seagulls fly by, the waves crashing and the sun setting.

“This is nice” Mason sighed.

You looked up at him, his eyes were closed, clearly enjoying the moment. You still looked at him though, admiring his side profile. He was perfect.

“Are you staring at me?” he asked, still didn’t open his eyes.

“So? I can stare at you” you said, kissing his cheek.

He smiled, and opened his eyes, now looking at you. Those fucking eyes.

“Your eyes look even brighter right now with the sun” you said, placing your hand on his cheek.

“Mmm” he hummed at the feeling of your skin on his, closing his eyes again.

He leaned in and kissed you.

“I love this, just you and me” he said, still inches away from your face. “Just you and me.” you replied, kissing him once again.

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Best and Worst of Both worlds (part 15)

Tw: just yandere but nothing much in this chapter, mentions of hospitalization

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part 16

He knows you're going to say no. That is why, Yves hasn't asked you to move in with him yet. Even if you did say yes, he knows deep down you would do it out of pressure and worse yet, resent him for flaunting his wealth. Yves has to be patient and make you think the relationship is going at your pace.

Your housemates had a field day with your landlord, ordering him around and whining about the condition of the house. He would begrudgingly agree to fix and pay for it, and if he showed the slightest bit of protest, they would yell out of Yves.

He doesn't even need to look in his general direction for your landlord to fold.

You still have no idea what the relationship is between him and Yves. If he was a coworker to him, why would your landlord be so afraid of someone on the same level?

Every time you ask Yves about him and the landlord, he would somehow manage to make you talk about yourself. When you caught your slip up, you would try again, he would smile sweetly and repeat the cycle.

At least you managed to find out that he worked as an attorney at some point in his life. That is most likely how he met your landlord, becoming his public defender or prosecutor when Yves was in his youth... even that wasn't made clear.

In the end, you decided to ask him one straight forward question:

'What are you doing at the University?'

That should be simple enough. You really hope he doesn't bring you on another trip of embarrassing yourself. Yves has that extraordinary talent of doing that.

He propped his head up on his elbow, he chuckled and shifted in his seat.

"Well, what do you think I'm doing at the University?"

You said you don't know. A studying? He's a student there?

"Then, that is what I am."

Is he?

"Perhaps." He crooned.

You pulled on your hair in exasperation. You asked why he won't give you straight answers.

"Can you look at me with a straight face?" Yves leaned forward, letting his luscious locks brush your arm.

You don't want to try, you know you can't. He's just too attractive and eerie at the same time. He laughed, his voice sounding like the loveliest melody to your ears.

"Oh, (name). You're so fun to tease." You whined when he tickled you under your chin.

You pulled away and pretend to drink from your mug to try and hide your embarrassment.

"Your cup has been empty for the last three minutes. What is there to drink, dear?" He stood up, smiling from your poor attempt to conceal your face as he picked up the kettle. "There is no need to hide your adorable face, no matter how flushed." He continued as he refilled his own mug.

You let out a loud 'damn' before pleading him to give you a break from his relentless ribbing. You knew he had a shit-eating grin even though his back is facing towards you.

He turned around, placed his filled cup on the table and took your empty one to refill it. Your teabag bounced around the water, releasing dark pigments and flavours to it.

Well, you know he likes tea. Jasmine and black tea are so far what you thought were his favorites.

When you stretched your arm to grab it, you noticed Yves staring at Montgomery's faded inked phone number with an empty expression. Which was jarring, because it was from a happy one.

You began stuttering and panicking. Yves merely stared you right in the eyes. Eventually, his gaze made you lock up. You don't know where to start. You don't know if you even want to tell Yves what happened at this point. It was a long story and an extremely stressful experience.

"You don't have to tell me what happened." He whispered, placing a hand on the top of your thigh and applying gentle pressure on it. "What can I do for you?"

You thought about it for a while. Then you eventually asked if he could dispose of your old medication for you. Yves looked at you expectedly, waiting for an explanation.

So you provided him with one; you had an allergic reaction that sent you to the hospital.

You began unravelling the details one by one. Being unable to sleep, trying to get some free drinks and snacks at the University, mistakenly bringing his powerbank instead, being kidnapped by Montgomery but he saved your life and paid for your bills, so you didn't rat him out. The 4 sandwiches and 2 hash browns you devoured, the $40 and the bus. And also how Montgomery wrote on your arm.

Yves watched you vent about the events that happened yesterday. He sipped on his tea as he listened, he didn't have to say another word for you to keep going endlessly.

He loves the sound of your voice, and to encourage you to keep going, he would provide subtle cues. Such as leaning towards you, nodding at the right time, maintaining eye contact and blinking appropriately.

With that, you're unstoppable. You kept talking and Yves kept listening. Yapping until the sun goes down and the sky goes dark.

Even by then, your landlord is still here fixing all the broken items he was supposed to take care of earlier.

Yves spared a glance at your landlord trudging up the stairs again after one of your housemates mentioned the flickering lights. A small smirk made its way to his lips, they're having their own fun, giving him and you some privacy in the kitchen.

You concluded your long-winded story and immediately after regained sentience. You looked around your surroundings and it's completely different. You're in your room, your lock is fixed, you're already fed and you're now on Yves's lap.

He's sitting crosslegged on the floor and you're sitting on the gap like a chair, his arms are cradling you close to him.

That was... easier than you expected. You got everything out in 5 hours. It's now 9pm.

"Thank you for telling me." Yves mumbled in your hair. You close your eyes and rest the side of your head against his chest. Neither of you had anything else to say, nor did you want Yves to comment on the events that happened.

You don't even know what you want him to do. That's why you're grateful he didn't ask you that question again. You didn't necessarily want Montgomery to face any criminal charges because you would feel guilty if he did.

However, you do wonder what Yves thinks of all of these.

"It was kind of that man to care for you in my absence. I appreciate that of him." As if he were reading your mind, he spoke once more. You nodded in agreement. "However, he is still delusional and demented. I do not know the full extent of his insanity." Yves knows.

"Regardless, I do appreciate the intent we share to ensure your safety and comfort. Even if he does it in an entirely different way than I would have approached it." He went on, holding you a smidge tighter to his body.

"What do you think about him?" He asked, twirling your hair around his fingers. You looked up at his face to see a soft gaze, you knew he wouldn't pass too much judgement on your opinion.

So you thought about your answer. Yves patiently waits for you and added to your growing collection of lipstick prints on your face.

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Wonderland Chronicles

Tarrant Higtopp (Mad Hatter) × Alice Kingsleigh

Rating: Mature

Status: Complete (one shot)

Summary: Alice and Tarrant get inspired by fruit juices and enjoy smutty time, all alone during a tea party.

Alice has seven, beautiful pieces of cloth — which is a very fine number, for clothes. And he knows about that, surely, he made them with his own magical hands, and his good heart, obviously. Tarrant loves to believe there's a little bit of love in every of his artworks and Alice's dresses are his most fabulous creations. She has two majestic, opulent suits — with long coat and embroidered pants — that she loves to wear during the most elegant nights at Marmoreal Castle, with Queen Mirana and the whole court. Then, there's her night gown, which is made of the finest silk — and Caterpillar knows that better than anyone else in the Underlands — and is of the loveliest shade of avory, as pale as the big moon in their night sky. She wears a lilac jumpsuit when she's about to travel through the lands on the back of the Bandersnatch, who's the most affectionate towards their Champion. And — last but not least — there are those three tea-lenght dresses, cut and sewn from long fabrics of organza, lace and tulle, painted of the most intense shade of cobalt, or vivid cerulean or perhaps light blue sky. Yes — every shade of blue is Alice: among the softest clouds and in the deepest water, everywhere there's a little bit of blue that reminds him of his pretty, pretty Alice.

Tarrant is the happiest as she comes at his door wearing one of those three dresses, because that means they are going to spend some time together, and that would be one of the best days ever (as any day spent with Alice is the most beautiful of them all). And that one is a very fine day. Time has fallen asleep somewhere, and it seems the sun itself has stopped in the middle of the afternoon to leave them happily bathed in his warm light; sitting on a big picnic blanket, the Hatter opens his wicker basket. «Come on — hop hop — time to jump out of the cupboard, little friends. We have a very important guest to entertain!» and suddenly, two small cups of fine porcelain and a puffy teapot pop up and land on the blanket. «Oh, good. Tea's ready.»

«I wish cups and teapots could make tea on their own in the Upland, too. I could not imagine Mother's surprise at this!» Alice says; her little smile is the extremely satisfying.

Tarrant, however, suddenly feels Sadness thighting her hands around his neck. «Why, Alice — are you already planning to leave? I couldn't bear it, honestly. You've just come back» to me, he would add, but he isn't sure how she would take that. Brave she is, yes, but sometimes too unfocused on her Muchness to see what truly happens around her.

She shakes her head. The yellow porcelain cup jump on the open palm of her hand and she sips the green tea. «No, Hatter. This time I've come back for good, I promise.»

And she had promised, many moons ago, that she had wanted to stay this time. Business were finally done and gone in the Upland, that very strange place had no more sense to her; evil people there, and no fun at all. Not for a woman, anyway. While there, they had valiant Queens and brave Warrior lasses. Tarrant had made her tell the story of how she had chased a dream through a painting to fall down there all over again; a big tableau on the wall above the fireplace, she had painted just little details here and there: a white rabbit, big scarlet mushrooms and singing flowers, two funny children in white and red stripes and — obviously — a Mad Hatter. And when she had seen them walking together down the green, grassy road, she knew she only had to reach out. She didn't even bother to say goodbye.

He smiles at the thought, and his eyes sparkles emerald. «Well that's the best news, Alice! Many things I desire to show you.»

«Tell me about that.» Alice lets the cup go, and lays on the blanket; her golden hair are scattered around her just-right-seized head as a mane, her pale, soft skin shines in the lovely light of the day, a sweet breeze blows on her cheeks and goosebumps runs on her chest. Nice breast — round and soft under her garments, plump as ripe fruits and oh-so sweet, he'd die so happy is he could just... if 'is greedy slurvish tongue could tast' ta' bonnie lass — nice 'n' slow, just a lil' bite — «Hatter!» she exclaims, and his eyes, which had become so purple just a few seconds ago, turns back green.

«I beg your pardon.» Oh — good Absolem and all his little caterpillars — those thoughts have been haunting him for quite some time now. He doesn't wants to ruin their friendship, but the Madness is getting stronger. Harder to control when she's around him. She smells like spring and cupcakes, and such lov— no, not again. «Right, where were we? Ah yes, our new adventures, dearest Alice. I plan to bring you to the Merry Lake, maybe fishing, and you'll need a new hat obviously! A nice boater with black 'n' white stripes. Then, I'll bring you to the Fairy Forest, to catch flying seahorses, and you'll wear a cartwheel — pink, yes! Or maybe just coral and blue. Oh, I must not forget, I still need to show you how to pick spurtberries!»

Alice laughs loudly. She sits up again, next to him and Tarrant isn't sure he's breathing again. Her scent is intoxicating, the warmest desire inflames his loins — dear, the gods couldn't compare her fine beauty — such a bonnie gurl, mmmh, yes, I wanna lick ta' lips 'n' bite her neck, luvely creature my Alice. Mine. Mine to tast' fffuck — «...a spurtberry?» her voice breaks into his mad mad head and he smiles back.

«I believe I'm distracted today, Alice, thinking about hats... A fez! Yes! Forgive me, love. What were you saying?»

He doesn't notice, at first, but then her cheeks turns of the prettiest shade of red, like two ripe, sweet peaches, and her eyes grow big and wide, her short breath on his face betrays some new emotion. He's so bewitched by her image — the tip of her tongue wet her lips, and he wants nothing more than to kiss her, and taste her, and let his mouth run down her skin of the neck to bite her there, and on the swell curve of her breasts — he forgets he's just called her love.

Alice's heart is thundering in her chest, but she doesn't know what do with it. Would it be so scandalous to touch him? She let her hand caress his knee, softly, with reverence. «What is a spurtberry, Tarrant?»

Oh, his name. Such a sweet sound on her lips. He closes his eyes — his iris are turning purple and it isn't good, very much not good — and he tries a smile. «Spurtberries! Yes, delicious. Wait, I may have some here» and he opens the basket again; his whole arm search for that plate deep inside the casket, as if it was as the deep as the heart, and finally he finds them. Round, bright red berries, as big strawberries, as round as blueberries and as sweet as currant. He takes one between his fingers and smiles. «Here, try it» he shows her how to bite.

And she bites. Her theet sink into the soft texture of the fruit while she hums her delight. It looks so innocent, his two slim fingers feeding her hungry lips and however, it feels so naughty and erotic — the way is index barely touches her lower lip, the moan in her throat as delicious juices flow down in her belly, that scarlet tint dripping down on the palm of his hand, and now on her chin too, and now — good gods, her white neck now painted in red. That single drop slides down on her skin, and slowly disappear behind the hem of the cobalt neckline. She has worne that dress, that one that shows so much of her fine body, and her think naked ankles; it wraps her like a previous gift. And her chest swells with fresh air, their dreamy gazes meet in mid air.

She barely breathes, and he knows now how their lips are just few inches away. Her sapphire eyes sparkle with want and desire. «Tarrant» she whispers.

«Yes?» — it pains him so much, please, he silently begs her, please I'm so miserable, my dear Alice.

«Don't you want to taste it, too?» and she smiles, teasing.

Tarrant smirks. «Yes.» And he kisses her.

Sure and firm his lips press on hers, and they catch fire. There's everything in that kiss, how they've missed each other, how deep is their need to belong, finally; they move together, the kiss depeens and their tongues make love amog their lips. It's slow and sensual, she's so sweet he thinks he could die right there, on the lovely softness of her mouth, listening to her little voice moaning his name. He growls. Gods — he hasn't felt this wild in a while, she inflames his desires. Hot, it feels so hot suddenly he aruptly takes off his cravat and unbutton his jacket, but that only turns on Alice's Muchness, for her bare hands grab the back of his neck, and his frizzy hair, and she takes him so tight — her mouth is so lovely open, her tongue slides over his upper lip and he snarls. Fuck. Yes. And he bites her, moaning her name, and suck lavishly on her tongue.

«Mmh — oh me' dear Alice, me' bonnie, luvely lass — lemme just, there, lemme taste your sweetness. Gods, lemme giv' ya everthin'» and he sucks on her neck. Her desperate cry of pleasure is the most perfect music. He's drinking on her, licking the purple trace of juice on her body, his tongue gliding down her naked chest. A kiss, another kiss. And he sucks, hard, leaving big red marks on her, if his name written on her skin. Her hands in his hair urge him; she's always been so greedy — his Alice — hungry for more, impatient and eager. There's no way he can open his mouth more or he'd swallow her all. He has to stop — he must. When he breathes into her breasts her scent fills his soul and he can just feel it, how hard he is. No pain has ever been so sweet. «Lemme luv you, lass. I want to tell you, how deep my live for you is, my Alice. Mine.» He presses his lips closed on her skin. «I will show you, luv — how I can give you the greatest pleasure with the tip of my tongue, and how you'll feel with my finger on your pretty, wet quim. Are you, Alice? Wet?»

It is, she is. Alice has no words, there's a hot warm feeling spreading between her legs and she's whimpering, begging him with wide, liquid eyes to touch her more, to kiss her more. Yes — those lips on her breasts feel so good, so soft and hungry. She embraces him, sliding her hand on his back; she just need so much of him against her body — more skin, more everything. «Off, Tarrant. Please, show me!»

They rip their clothes off: he takes off his waistcoat, his white shirt and he opens his breeches — it feels good, his hard clothed cock against her thigh as she fumbles with her gown. Avory long legs are now bare before his thirsty gaze. His fingers are rough, calloused on her skin and she squirms under his touch. Steady, yes — his Alice never wears stockings, or corset. Naughty, naughty girl. He licks his lips as a kitten in front of a delicious bowl of sweet cream. Her cream, yes, between her legs, on the soft flesh of her pink, virgin cunt. What a sight. «Do not be afraid, luv. Trust your mad, mad Hatter — for only good may come from such a sinful folly. Open your legs, open for me — yes, nice and wide my brave Alice.» He gently takes off his hat, and smirks maliciously as he sinks into that arousal.

He presses his lips on her wet flesh, kissing his way down her cunt; she suddenly whimper and whine, like a little cat begging for more. She doesn’t know what to do with her hands as her legs slowly open more, more, and she offers everything and every bit of pleasure she may give. Yes — she's gone for good, Madness has caught her finally, taken her to the warm ocean of lust in which she's drowing now. And it feels more than good. She was made for this. «Oh — Tarrant! More — God, more!»

«No gods here, love — just your faithful Hatter. Delicious, lovely Alice. Lemme ea'tis pretty pussie here.» Tarrant shoves his tongue inside her, there where sweet juices drips out of her sex and onto his lips, he licks and suck, and his skilled fingers caresses her most sensitive part. His thumb presses on that little bundle of nerves, her small clit, the lovely pearl between those pinky lips and she moans his name. Again. Greedy, ravenous, he's feeding on her — yes.

Alice grabs his hair, and finally starts to ride his face: she rocks her hips up and down, up and down taking everything, bucking into his hot mouth. More — she needs more, there yesyesyesyes. She's so empty, but of what she does not know. There something wrong, a void, and she's crying again for him. «Empty — so empty, Tarrant please! I need... I need —»

«I ken what ya need, luv.»

He lies on the blanket, taking her in his arm, kissing her cheek. His crotch humping against her thigh feels so good... And he can't wait anymore, two wide fingers thrust in, all the way in — inside her, so soft and tight, that virgin cunt takes him so well, it was made to be marked by his touch. And she arches her back so he can press into the perfect spot. «There, Tarrant!» and he knows what he's doing: come — his fingers sing into her soul, into her loins, turning on the burning flame of a sweet orgasm into her cunt. Licking his lips, he watches her losing control; her nails press deep in the flesh of his back, and can't help himself but wish to bring those scratches on his skin forever.

He bucks his hips against her, thrusting his hard cock on her soft hips, more and more, wetting his garments with precum and moaning in her ear. «Nngh — fffuck, Alice my luv, jus' like tha' — feel so good — good gurl.» And as she's rocking against the palm of his hand and his fingers shove deep inside, he's pressing his cock harder on her softness. It feel too perfect to last. There they are, shuddering hard as he sinks his theet on her neck, sucking another red love-bite, moaning her name — AliceAliceAlice — and she screams her pleasure, sobbing against his warm body, tears of happiness sliding down her pinky cheecks. Then, it subsides, slowly like the waves on the shore, and all that's left are their whispers of love. They kiss, barely pecking their lips, smiling happy together.

Tarrant eyes turns of the most intense, deepest green as she breathes against his neck, going limp in his arms. «Are you well, dearest?»

Alice smiles and reaches out to grab a little red Berry. She bites, scarlet juices dripping on her fingers; she let it slides on his chest — and he hisses, smiling knowingly. «Never better, Tarrat» she licks his neck. «But I believe now, it is my turn.»

#mad hatter #tarrant hightopp #alice in wonderland #alice kingsleigh #Mad Hatter x Alice #alice x tarrant #smut

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good evening to you all and welcome to cockmojo where tonight we will be counting down my personal top ten terror cocks

those unaffiliated with footyblr may be unfamiliar with the term cock as it’s being used here: all will become clear in time

special mention before we start to the netsilik hunter (sexy man, deserved a name and some screentime) james clark ross but only in the first episode when he’s all rugged and his beard’s grown out, and mr blanky, who, much like knife dad, fuccs like a broken train but he runs on time if you know what i mean

in a very respectable tenth place finish, billy gibson. i didn’t see the vision until 1. it was pointed out to me that he looks a lot like pau torres, who is himself very cockable, and 2. i rewatched the scene where he breaks up with hickey. known shagger, massive hater, a very pointy nose, he’s scraped a place on this list.

a surprise entry at ninth is john irving. inarguably cute in a sort of late 2000s british indie band bassist way, and while i’m not sure i could fix him (he probably needs a man for that) i do think i would have fun trying. ultimately he’s not higher because he’s kind of annoying and his eyebrows piss me off.

representing the dilves at eighth is doctor macdonald. he’s entrancing to me he has this vibe of like gentle paternal indulgence... like even if you were annoying he’d be very fond of you. and i need that. when he said “i’d like to run that man through” and rubbed his eyes and looked so tired, i really felt something. the crow’s feet, the widow’s peak, the hair, yes!!

doing it for the feminists, in seventh we have harry goodsir. the loveliest guy on the expedition until he goes nastymode, and i’m fully on board with both versions. this picture was chosen for a reason and it’s bc his long curly hair full beard miserable expression era was simply unbeatable. unfortunately, and this is maybe the most insane thing i’ve ever said about a man, or at least top ten, when his half eaten corpse was laid out face down, and it had noticeable back hair, i got the ick. just to add insult to injury :/

i’m as surprised as you are that he’s not higher, number six, james fitzjames! he is my pretty pretty princess. nails, hair, hips, heels. high femme queen in his cunty little outfits ordering the men around. i want to brush his hair, one hundred strokes minimum. i think this is less sexual than some others on this list, it’s more appreciation. but my god do i appreciate him.

stay alive, number five, it’s thomas jopson. most beautiful haunted doll in the arctic, but that pretty face is covering up a seriously compelling #WeirdGuy underneath. all the shiny hair in the world can’t hide an obsession with his boss that in the modern era would be getting him a very serious meeting with HR. what a character, servicetopson you rock my world. but at the end of the day he loses points because i hate the beard. garrigan looks great with a beard in other stuff, i really don’t know why the scurvybeard was so foul. terror hair and makeup department GET IT TOGETHER.

number phwoar, henry collins is here! he’s big he’s sweet he’s deeply mentally unstable he needs a cuddle and we’ve all seen that gif of him in aliens. would love to make him a really nice cup of tea (seems like a two sugars man), pet his hair as he rests his head in my lap, then fuck up my hip flexors.

and now... we enter our top three. who’s made it to the prestigious cock podium?

first up, the winner of our bronze cock medal, which presumably he’ll be flogging for an unreasonable price to someone he’s assured it’s solid gold, “cornelius hickey”! people will bitch and moan about how he’s a violent lunatic who’s killed people like i’m not a cuti romero stan 🙄 i can see beyond that, my third eye is firmly open. the potential for a fun toxic relationship is absolutely off the charts bc that’s the only kind he has. and he’s very pretty when he cries. i can forgive a lot of crimes for a man whose nose entrances me.

in second place, such a close runner up, i have to award this honour to edward little. a pedestrian choice, you might think, if you don’t know the lore. i couldn’t fully explain my feelings towards this secondary character who’s not especially exciting on first watch when i started the show until i googled his actor... although i lacked the words to express this at the time i was cocking this man when i was 13 and he first appeared in misfits with a stupid neck tattoo and a horrible suit, and i cock him again now. this is a cock that’s followed me all my life, even though i forgot he existed for about a decade in between. who else can truly say they’ve EARNED a spot on my list like he has? he’s sad, he’s sopping wet, i could make him cry extremely easily. mwah

and finally...

number one. it had to be him, it was always going to be him. solomon tozer, take a bow and i’ll take ten cranberry pills. sol is thee top cock for so many reasons and chief among them is versatility. whatever you need he can be it. handsome soldier boy in a fancy red uniform that shows off his trim little waist? COCK! hostile violent mutineer throwing his life away in a rebellion? COCK! broken man inducted into a cult who cries about it? COCK!!! sexiest man in the damn arctic i know he was beating the boys off with a stick. there is a certain level of sexiness a man can reach where nothing he does is an ick, and i knew he’d reached that for me once i saw him in that insanely stupid hat at sir john’s funeral and didn’t give a fuck. call him tom jones the way he can leave his hat on. keep thotting it up in heaven/hell king i miss you every day. i know it was huge. my heart hurts.

#the terror #thank you so much to allie rafamirs for the concept of cockmojo. changed my life

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yellow-berrys · 2 years

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heart needs a beat | sirius black x reader

summary: you visit the potter household during the summer. sirius knows his heart needs a beat when he sees you.

warnings: mentions of an abusive household

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part: one | two | three

the summer is bright but i could swear you are brighter

and the flowers are pretty but you are beautiful

something tells me you’re the person to take my breath away

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euphemia potter was a known busybody. not the type of ms. rachel lynde from avonlea, but the type of warm sort of interest in the business of people around her. to make matters even worse, she was bored. fleamont told her all his secrets, james was overtly obvious about everything, but sirius black was something of a mystery himself.

well, not really a mystery, as she knew his whole family history and most of his little secrets. but his love life. it seemed it had been in neglect, and rightly so, as sirius had been recovering from his abusive past in his new home with the potters. but now sirius had moved on mostly from the trauma, euphemia began to ponder. she knew that sirius had used to be a player (courtesy of james), but he was also a changed (and still a ladies’) man. he never brought girls over to the house like james had said he had brought girls over to his dormitory, and he never spoke of any known ladies to euphemia. euphemia had almost thought sirius might not be into girls or boys or anyone at all.

“darling…” fleamont interrupted her chain of thoughts, setting down a cup of hot tea in front of her, “you’ve that look on your face. the one that tells me you are up to no good.”

“nonsense, fleamont,” euphemia replied, “i’m simply in thought. now our sirius would do well with a good young girl like him, wouldn’t he?”

james joined the table, “oh, dear old mate sirius has got affections for a good young girl, mum.”

“really?!” euphemia’s eyes were wide with anticipating excitement.

“oh yes- he turns cherry red and into a hot mess of honey in front of her. you should know her, she’s a good friend of lily’s, her name’s-”

“good morning parents!” sirius bounded excitedly down the stairs, presenting euphemia and fleamont with parchment letters of gratefulness and small excerpts of what he called the ‘sirius bulletin- back in black’. he placed a chaste kiss on euphemia’s cheek and settled himself down, “‘lo, brother.”

james grinned, mouth full of eggs as he nodded ruffling sirius’ hair affectionately. sirius scowled, “not the hair, james!”

james swallowed, “i bet you wouldn’t mind if it was-”

sirius started chuckling very very loudly, almost shouting, “well dear mother and father, the weather is nice today, isn’t it?”

euphemia was not distracted by sirius, although fleamont was quietly laughing to himself.

“why james, who wouldn’t sirius mind with his hair?”

james smirked at sirius, “it’s, drumroll please,”

fleamont lead an enthusiastic drumroll whilst sirius sat scowling.

“i’ll let sirius tell you,” james sat back, arms folded, quite satisfied with his work.

all eyes turned onto sirius, who sighed, “not telling.”

fleamont could sense sirius wanted to move on, so he changed the subject.

“are we having anyone over during the holidays?”

james nodded, “lily, remus and y/n. you haven’t met y/n, i believe, but as i was saying she’s a good friend of lily’s.”

whilst fleamont was busy figuring out times and room organisation with james and sirius, euphemia had pieced together the clues. y/n? she wondered about just the type of girl who sirius had fallen for. was she witty or kind or both? did she play quidditch? did she have feelings for sirius just like he did her? did she know that sirius liked her?

and all her questions were answered when she met you, standing brightly next to a fierce lily evans outside the luxurious mansion that the four lived in.

you were the loveliest guest, with proper manners, a firm handshake and polite “please”s and “thank you”s. you were so overwhelmingly good natured and charismatic that even fleamont, usually stern and cold towards strangers, took an instant liking towards you. euphemia felt her heart jump as you commented on on the state of the flowers outside and the well-kept ness of the house. her eyes constantly darted between sirius and you, watching the way sirius looked at you like you were the only thing that mattered to him.

soon you were tucked into a couch, making flowing conversation with euphemia and fleamont, who often exchanged glances.

“so, y/n,” euphemia began, “what house are you in?”

you smiled, “i’m in gryffindor, mrs. potter, just like the others. the only reason being that i fell in platonic love with lily and just so wanted to be in her house in first year, so when i went up to the sorting hat i literally asked the guy to put me in gryffindor.”

“how is your potions’ grade?” fleamont asked and euphemia pinched his ear affectionately.

“monty, you can’t ask that!”

“no it’s fine, it’s alright really. i’m alright at potions, i guess,” you said modestly.

you heard james call from the dining room, “alright, y/n? you’re better than ME!”

fleamont raised his eyebrows, “that really doesn’t say much about your potions’ skill. james is best exceeds expectation at potions.”

you laughed. “i do really enjoy potions though, mr. potter-”

“of course you do!” sirius yelled from the same place as james, “you’re literally top of the class!”

you rolled your eyes fondly, “i’m not, mr. potter. however i heard that you own your very own shampoo company. how’s that?”

“you can call me fleamont, y/n,” fleamont said kindly, nodding at euphemia as she raised her eyebrows (as if to say “really! first name basis!”), “shampoo may seem silly- but it’s exceptionally important…” he rambled on and you watched in sort of a hopeful amusement that one day maybe someone might look at you the way euphemia kept her eyes on fleamont as he talked about the things he loved.

“now now, fleamont, you’re boring the poor girl, you can talk to her later about your potioning,” euphemia nudged her husband playfully, “let’s spice things up,” she said just as sirius came into the living room, hot chocolate in hand, plopping down on the couch besides you and handing you the extra. you smiled and uttered a grateful thanks, taking a sip, “do you have any…romantic ventures?”

you could feel sirius’ gaze burning into you curiously. euphemia hid her amused expression. she saw through her eyes sirius, whose pupils might as well be hearts by now. love was something she rarely saw in sirius, who always hid his feelings. it seemed as though he just couldn’t hide his affections for you.

you scrunched up your nose, “i prefer currently that i do not, mrs. pot- euphemia,” you hastily corrected as you saw euphemia give you a faux angry look, “i want to focus on myself before others, i still need a lot of work done on my everything. y’know?”

“really, no interested boys in you? you are quite a wonderful young lady.”

you grew bashful, “no interested boys, euphemia.”

sirius spoke, shifting closer towards you, “what makes you think that?”

you shrugged, not caring to answer until you saw both fleamont and euphemia lean in at the same time with interest. you admired their similar mannerisms and their complementing personalities.

“honestly, no guys have really shown interest, i guess?”

you watched fleamont and euphemia smirk simultaneously and you just had to say something about their connection, breaking your professional tone.

“enough about me, you guys just have such similar mannerisms!” you gushed.

sirius laughed next to you.

“you are such a sweet little thing,” euphemia beamed, “isn’t she, fleamont? you flatter us too much. but i hope you don’t mind that you have to share a room. unfortunately most of our house is under maintenance and the heating charm is quite worn in the corners of the place.”

“what? i thought you said-” sirius began, confused.

“hush, sirius,” fleamont replied.

“of course i don’t mind, euphemia, i’m grateful for such good hosts. where shall i be staying?”

“well, lily is with james in his room, and remus is in the only free room, since the full moon is near,” you nodded in understanding, “so, dear, you’ll have to share a room with sirius, if that’s quite all right with you?” euphemia watched as sirius’ cheeks indeed turned cherry red and he turned to you to make sure you were okay with it, eyes hopeful but still smitten.

you smiled, “that sounds quite all right, thank you very much,” you said graciously, even though staying in the same room as sirius was the last thing that you wanted to do right now. you were hoping that maybe this trip may have made you develop immunity to the sirius black charm that all the girls at school fell for, “if that’s okay with sirius?”

sirius nodded, “it’s great with me.”

euphemia clapped her hands together, “well isn’t that just perfect?! i’ll let you two get to it!��

she and fleamont left.

you beamed at sirius, “your parents are so nice, s!”

“it’s only been a minute since i saw you and you’re calling me ‘s’?”

“your name’s too long to say anyway,” you grinned, “not bothered enough to pronounce it.”

“my name is amazing, but i can think of a name more beautiful than any other.”

he tapped his chin, a fierce but sincere glint in his eyes.

you smiled, “let’s hear it then. it better not be napoleon.”

“it’s y/n. ever heard of it?”

“never! wow! that really is a wonderful name!” you took his tone as jokingly flirting. even if he was genuine he probably did this with everyone. and now you were overthinking.

you and him laughed as you climbed up the stairs. the door was open to sirius’ bedroom, where you could see muggle vinyls, posters of bands, a clock ticking haphazardly, pictures strewn across the walls in a very sirius way.

“right, bathroom is on the left, kitchenette on the right.”

“is it alright with you if i take a shower?” you asked politely.

“it’s perfect. go ahead.”

you let the symbolic grime of the journey wash off and sighed in a sort of happy relief as you climbed into fluffy pyjamas and quickly did skincare and brushed your teeth, cleaning up the bathroom after use, before going into the room. sirius wasn’t there- you expected he was probably preparing the other room for remus’ arrival tomorrow. immediately you set down a blanket onto the floor and-

“absolutely not,” sirius stood, leaning against the door, hair washed, in his silk black pyjamas, arms folded, “nuh uh, not in a million years.”

“but it’s your bed!”

“it’s clean, if that’s what you’re worried about,” sirius joked, and you laughed.

“no, it belongs to you, so you should sleep in it!”

“look, i know we’re not gonna let each other sleep on the floor, and the bed is pretty big, so let’s just sleep on it together.”

you contemplated it.

“it’s only if you’re comfortable with it, i can totally ask mum to bring a couch in here or something,” sirius said quickly.

“it’s fine, it won’t be an issue,” you gave him a small smile, inwardly melting at his concern, “i’ll survive,” you sighed dramatically and were quick to back up onto the bed as you saw sirius looming dangerously.

he grinned, “what do you mean, survive? you’ll thrive!”

you laughed, “sure sure, if you call thrive as in nearly freeze to death in your version of the antarctic ocean, then okay, i’ll thrive,” you cast him a mock-disapproving glance.

“i get too hot sleeping, so i did a cooling charm on the room. i guess you could say it comes with being hot.”

“oh yes, you are so hot,” you humoured him, hovering awkwardly near the bed. he pat the side of the bed next to him, red and gold checkered quilt looking fluffy and thick.

you smiled nervously, climbing into the warm covers. sirius muttered a spell underneath his breath and the quilt multiplied.

“so we don’t need to play tug of war, though i must warn you i am very hot so-”

“you won’t need your side of it,” you finished for him, grinning, “yay, more for me then!!”

you let your head fall back onto the pillow you had brought from home, wrapping the quilt around your body, shivering. sirius was grinning beside you.

“it’s so cold,” you whined, grabbing onto more of the quilt, deciding for now this would have to do. soon you were snoring away in your dreams, sirius still wondering how you fell asleep so quickly.

sirius was up, just staring into space, thinking. he hoped he wouldn’t have his nightmares tonight. that would be so embarrassing for him, especially in front of you.

he was up for a few hours, just overthinking, when you began to shiver. he shook his head fondly, gently standing up onto wooden floors to retrieve the extra blanket he always had in case.

he set it onto you, crawling over you to spread it out evenly. he froze when your arms involuntarily wrapped around him, smiling at the heat that radiated off of his body. you probably had thought sirius was some warm hot water bottle that you could latch onto. he turned red, and his heart sped up even more than it was already beating.

he tried to pry your arms from his waist, but they didn’t budge. so he rolled over finding a comfortable position for him to sleep, and making sure you looked comfortable too, he curled his arms around you and fell quickly into dormancy.

in the morning, euphemia crept slowly into the room, fresh towels under arm. usually sirius did his own laundry (he insisted), but euphemia wanted an excuse to see if her plan had worked. she was happily greeted by the sight of you curled up in sirius’ arms, sirius sleeping peacefully.

fleamont appeared on the other side of the door, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he glanced over fondly to his wife.

“wha-”

euphemia raised a hand to fleamont’s lips, shushing him, and nodding her head at you two. fleamont stifled a chuckle, walking back to his bedroom. euphemia followed suit.

you were not woken by birds chirping or sunlight streaming through the windows, but overwhelming heat. it was so hot. blinking, still half-asleep, you barely made out silk and dark hair.

you confusedly looked around. oh.

sirius was still sleeping, mouth parted, sun tracing the features of his skin. his cheekbones were high, hollowed out cheeks so grand, lashes long and dark. you felt your heart stop at his utterly lovely state. you wished you looked as beautiful as he did that early in the morning, but you probably never would look as stunning as him ever.

quietly, you made your way to the bathroom and did the things that needed to be done. then you descended the stairs of the place, looking around to absorb all the paintings and marble and chandeliers. the other rooms didn’t look like they needed maintenance- they looked perfect. whatever.

euphemia was already awake, discussing something with fleamont. “morning!” you chirped, sitting down next to fleamont, grabbing a piece of toast and filling your cup with lukewarm water.

“how did you sleep, darling?” euphemia enquired, strange glint in her eye twinkling.

you blushed, unaware that euphemia had seen you cuddled up to sirius, “excellent!”

“sirius was well-behaved?” fleamont asked, hiding a smile.

“he was fine,” you answered, taking a bite of the toast, “how did you guys sleep?”

“i was woken up by snoring,” euphemia giggled at fleamont’s disgruntled expression.

“james’.” fleamont rolled his eyes and you laughed.

“so where are you five planning to go today?”

you looked out. the sky was glossy grey, as if threatening to storm. you shrugged, “it looks pretty terrible out. probably just staying in one of our rooms chatting and working. me and sirius are working on history of magic notes!”

fleamont raised an eyebrow, looking at euphemia, shocked, “our sirius?” he asked, “notes?”

you nodded, “it was actually him who suggested that we should, i never would have expected it! he’s changed during the past two years. it’s like he’s working harder. but really he doesn’t need to, he’s too smart for the rest of us even without studying.”

euphemia noticed how you seemed to admire sirius. but admiration and love were completely different things.

she glanced over at fleamont.

(do you think she likes him?)

[i have yet to know. butttt, he’s only working that hard because it means he can be with her.]

(oh gosh that is nowhere as near romantic as you.)

[i know.]

euphemia grinned, beginning to gossip with you about school and her neighbours and james and sirius, fleamont occasionally looking up from his newspaper over to you, smiling.

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a few days had passed now at the potter household.

no matter how far away you slept from sirius, you still ended up cuddling him. one night you were so very frustrated with yourself, so you threw yourself out of bed and went downstairs to get a glass of water. there euphemia was knitting, humming a tune to herself as she enjoyed the quiet peace of the night world.

you made yourself as inconspicuous as possible, pouring yourself a glass of water to calm your frantic feelings down. you were furious at yourself for loving sirius. mainly because you knew your heart was bound to shatter like frail glass because of this unhealthy attachment.

“you okay, sweetie?” euphemia asked. you nodded, “yeah,” you uttered, unconvincingly.

you both were silent for a little while, you admiring the view of the courtyard at night, illuminated by lovely warm lights and roses pink with nourishment. even in the dark, their colour was astonishing.

“sirius is great for you,” euphemia said suddenly.

you nearly spit out your water, spluttering a “that was random-”

euphemia giggled, glad she was now being treated not like a teacher or member of authority, but like a friend, “it’s true though.”

“sirius is great for everybody, euphemia,” you laughed, silently thinking i’m not special, “that’s what a friend should be.”

“well is he a friend to you?” euphemia asked bluntly.

you giggled, “i’d hope so.”

“no, y/n, is he more of a, how should i say this? is he someone you would date?”

“he’s certainly got the right qualities. he’s kind of like james, you know? 10/10.”

“so you would date him?”

“OH NO, i am so sorry, i would not date james, i was just saying-” you stumbled over your words, “nonono, i would never date james, he’s just dateable objectively.”

“no, i meant sirius!” euphemia laughed.

“oh. maybe i would, maybe i wouldn’t,” you grinned brightly at euphemia, a cheeky look in your eyes, “nah, just kidding, i’ll leave your prized son alone. don’t worry.”

“please don’t.”

“i won’t actually leave him alone, euphemia, i’ll just leave the romantic stuff up to another girl.”

“wouldn’t you like to do the romantic stuff?”

did she know you had a crush on him? surely not. and you weren’t about to expose yourself in front of his mother.

you grinned, saying lazily, “nah.”

“sweetheart, i’m 60 years old. if i know, i know.”

you narrowed your eyes, trying to decide whether she was being genuine or just trying to bait you into saying that you did like sirius.

“sure.”

darn this is going to be hard, euphemia thought, but i’m euphemia potter and i will make it happen.

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kikheda · 1 year

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Part 2 FLUFF/ANGST Oneshot

Alfie Solomons x (Female)OC (I-perspective) / kinda y/n

This is Part 2 to the SMUT Oneshot, with a bit of aftercare and a lot of angst, I'm sorry in advance.

Warnings: mentions of Alfie's skin condition / skin cancer, consensual relationship, verbal fighting, a lot of drama

Words: 1618

“Let’s get you cleaned up, eh?” Alfie mumbled and let his hands slide down my waist, his fingers trailing down to my pussy that leaked our mixture. I looked up at him with sleepy eyes and took his hand to let his coated fingers slide into my mouth. He chuckled lovingly into my face and kissed me one more time before he decided to bring me into his bathroom.

The cold air of the night crawled through the walls and let me shiver in the bathroom, the lightbulb was dimmed and made Alfie’s features shine in a golden shade. He noticed my shivering and lost no time preparing the bathtub and turned on the water tap. After checking the temperature with determination, he turned to me again. “Mm, sorry sweetheart, didn’t mean to let you freeze here like a forgotten fruit. Come here.” he enveloped me into his arms again, even though he was naked as well, his body was still warm. I tried to wrap my arms around him as close as I could to be able to let the comforting warmth his chest radiated caress my cold skin. Alfie enjoyed it so much, when I just tried to touch and feel him everywhere but he made a little sound and let go of me. He turned to the mirror shelf above the sink and opened it to take a clean cloth. He rinsed it under some water and kneeled in front of me to gently clean my pussy. When my hand went through his hair, he looked up at me, smiling in contentment.

After he thought he cleaned me up enough, he tossed the cloth into the sink, but remained where he was. His mouth wandered to my thigh and he started to kiss and softly bite my flesh, his other hand kneading my ass. My hand stayed on his head and when he looked up at me again, I smiled at him. “You fucking goddess of a woman, you’re going to be the death of me.” he said and got up to face me. I laughed and immediately touched his body again. Just any kind of skin-to-skin contact was obligatory. Alfie turned to the bathtub to check the temperature once again. “It wouldn’t be a painful death though” he said while taking my hand and leading me into the bathtub. My feet standing in the warm water already made me feel better. “It would be the sweetest and most delicious death there is.” he continued, and I rolled my eyes at him. “I want you alive, Alfie.” “Well, I’m all yours, angel.”

“Come in as well.” I said as I realised that Alfie didn’t plan to take the bath with me. His face drew a declining expression “No, angel, it doesn’t fit the both of us anyway.” We both knew it was just an excuse. The bathtub was broad enough to have us both laying in it. “Let me get you a cup of tea anyway.” Alfie tried to get away, but I gripped his wrist and made him look at me. “What is it, Alfie?” I asked, even though this side of him wasn’t new to me. As long as we had sex, he didn’t care about anything at all, but whenever we were done, he tends to want to get away from me, like he didn’t want me to look at him anymore. Only if he made sure I’m alright and cleaned up of course.

“The bloody water is getting cold, if you keep bitching around.” he said. I tossed his hand away and scoffed. “I’m just going to keep standing here, if you don’t tell me what’s wrong.” “Bloody hell, woman, just take a fucking bath now.” his voice got louder but his demeanour still remained soft. He left the bathroom and closed the door. Suddenly I felt like an idiot. Only a minute before, we shared the loveliest touches of affection, and now I destroyed the mood for the rest of the night. I stood there in silence, and decided to sit down, after all I was still freezing, and the warm water was a nice comfort. I took the soap from the edge of the bathtub and absentmindedly let it wash over my arms. When I had enough foam on my skin, I let my hands stroke over my whole body and remembered every touch of Alfie’s hands from a while ago. I leaned back to close my eyes.

All I heard was the water resisting to my movements and Alfie cluttering in the kitchen. I loved him, very much. I didn’t just come to him in the middle of the night for his body, I longed for him. If I could make a wish, I would wish for him to live in serenity and peace, I would want to do whatever it takes to give him a safe and content life. But as long as he decides to live the way he does, I cannot do much about it.

Slow and quiet like a deer, the door was opened, I opened my eyes and saw a grumpy face holding a teacup. He already had his clothes back on. I was angry at him, but I smiled and nodded so he knew he was welcomed. He took the wooden stool, that stood in front of the window and placed next to the bathtub. After putting the tea on the edge of the bathtub, he sat down and looked at me. I took his hand into mine and kissed his knuckles. “I’m sorry, pet.” he mumbled and looked away from me. I caressed the inside of his wrist, my fingers trailed along his veins and then I felt it, one of many little psoriasis patches that were part of his skin. Suddenly, I realised, what his behaviour was about.

We had fights about this before. Whenever I would tell him to marry me, he always jokingly replied that he’s too ugly for me. Whenever I would look at the patches on his face or touch the parts of his skin that made him feel so ugly for too long, he would turn his back to me. It was a paradox. Everyone who knows Alfie, friends and enemies, all of them would never think, that Alfie could be insecure. He is the most feared man in London, how could he think of himself so poorly when he was with me?

“I fucking love you.” I said firmly and looked at him “I love every inch of you.” Now he looked at me and his eyes looked like they wanted to kill me for my words. “Shut up about it. There’s nothing to talk about.” Alfie mumbled.

“No, Alfie.” I raised my voice and turned to him, grabbing for his wrist and hold his arm with a tight grip. “I’m not letting you get away with it this time. Fuck, look at me. You treat me so lovely, your hands are like gentle whispers to my skin, why can I not do the same to you?” I sound frustrated. “Don’t be so grotesque, love…” he starts but I am way too upset to have a clear conversation, “No, Alfie. Listen to me. It kills me. Right?” “Right.” he turns his head to the side and mocks me.

I can’t believe that even now he doesn’t take me seriously, so I get up, the water splashing beneath me. He looks me up and down and grins. I grab for his white shirt and try to unbutton it, but he holds my wrists and looks at me, expressing a serious pleading. “Please don’t do this, pet.” he whispered. Still holding his hands, I stepped out of the bathtub and Alfie lost no time, getting a towel to wrap it around me. I looked at him with angry eyes and put my hands on the sides of his face. He stared right back at me, holding the towel around my torso.

“Let me take care of you too.” I whispered and only now Alfie started blinking, “You said you’re all mine, alive.” I continued, my fingers went through his curls, and I started kissing the ugly parts of his face, they were not really ugly, but for him they were. I sighed: “You don’t give a shit about any of these idiots you fuck with, why are you so scared about my judgement?”

I took hold of the towel myself and tried to dry my skin, while I listened to Alfie sighing as well and then answering: “Because ya’ ain’t none of these idiots, You are the only good and holy and pure thing in my life, treacle. And you don’t see it, because my charming and genius mind lures you in, like siren lure in pirates, but you should be with someone who’s as innocent and kind as a saint themselves.” “You are kind, Alfie,” “No, no, I’m not.” “You’re kind to me, and that’s enough for me. And right, your pretty words and your handsome body lure me in, so now you have to deal with your prey. I’m not going anywhere.” Alfie kissed me, my towel accidentally falling to the ground. “I’m tired.” he says. “Me too.” I say and take his hand, “Let’s get some sleep.”.

In the bedroom I take off his pants and let him lay down on the mattress, then I take the duvet and shake it back into place, because it was still crumpled up from our love making before. I softly place the cover over him, and kiss him on the forehead, then lied down next to him, my head resting on his shoulder.

“Good night, love.”

#alfie solomons #alfie solomons x reader

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blackswaneuroparedux · 2 years

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Edward is even more remarkable. . . . I'll give you an example. You can publish it or not, it makes no difference to me. When I came out of the asylum, the person who collected me was Edward Hardwicke. He took me to an Italian restaurant. I had a pasta and a glass of red wine. He then drove me back to my home where we sat and had a cup of tea. It was Edward Hardwicke. He is one of the loveliest people, and I suppose he *is* the best friend that any man has ever had....in life. Which is after all how Doyle describes Watson.

- Jeremy Brett on his co-star Edward Hardwicke

In the same way everyone has their personal James Bond, so too do people have their own Sherlock Holmes. Mine will always be Jeremy Brett. Not just because he came closest to the original Sidney Paget drawings in the Strand magazine, nor that he was supported by an excellent film production crew who were loving to the source material. With all due respect to all the other wonderful actors that have played Holmes over the many decades, no one can come close to Jeremy Brett.

What makes Brett stands out was he captured Holmes’ inner life better than most because he inhabited the same qualities and struggles. Not only was he tall, atheletic, and aristocratic but his best friends were the actors who played Watson on screen. Moreover the secret to his success was how Brett’s life mirrored the deep and hidden vulnerability behind Holmes’ frigid exterior.

In 1976, Jeremy Brett married Joan Sullivan Wilson, who died of cancer in July 1985. it perpetuated his descent into depression for which he was diagnosed with bipolar disorder.

Brett was prescribed lithium tablets to fight this condition. He suspected that he would never be cured, and would have to live with his malady. And yet he wanted to return to work, and to play Sherlock Holmes again because he shared an affinity with the famous detective.

The first episode to be produced after his discharge was a two-hour adaptation of The Sign of Four in 1987. From then on, the changes in Brett's appearance and behaviour slowly became more noticeable as the series developed. One of the side effects of the lithium tablets was fluid retention; Brett was putting on weight and retaining water. The drugs were also slowing him down. According to Edward Hardwicke, Brett smoked up to 60 cigarettes a day, which "didn't help his health." He also had heart troubles. His heart was twice the normal size; he would have difficulties breathing and would need an oxygen mask on the set. "But, darlings, the show must go on", was his only comment.

During the final decade of his life, Brett was treated in hospital several times for his mental illness, and his health and appearance visibly deteriorated by the time he completed the later episodes of the Sherlock Holmes series.

Jeremy Brett died on 12 September 1995 at his home in Clapham, London, from heart failure.

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joeyquinndrabz · 1 year

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It’s not fair- Joseph Quinn x Reader

Not been proof read

Authors note!!!!! Please note that this imagine might be a tough read for some, it touches heavily on death and working in a care-home in lockdown. Massive thank you to any health workers who were at work during the pandemic, you’re all hero’s and deserve more than you were given. If anyone needs a chat then know I’m here and willing to listen ❤️‍🩹

A 12 hour shift had turned into 20. You’d been rushed off your feet and left on your own to care for 14 residents, all in need of your assistance. There was one resident in particular who needed your help the most, Barry. He was 78 and covid had spread to the loveliest man you’d met. Starting at the care-home when you were 16, you’d met your fair share of elderly residents but Barry was the longest resident your care home had ever had, so obviously, there was a soft spot for him that you couldn’t deny. He’d joined on your 18th birthday, 10 years ago. He was quick to sing you happy birthday and compliment you on your smile, he told you it reminded him of his wife who’d sadly passed a couple years prior. Barry had dementia, but he always seemed to remember you. And Joe.

Joseph had come to bring you your lunch at work once, you’d been together since school so the other residents knew him and often stopped him for chats n cups of tea. But, Barry had been an actor in his younger days so Joe had taken a slight favouritism towards him too. You’d often come into Barry’s room to find Joe already there, chuckling as Barry would reenact some of his old dialogues. It was a special bond and Barry had become a mentor for Joe and his career, and a massive part of your lives. So hearing him struggling to breathe was the last straw for you.

“999, what’s your emergency?” The call holder spoke patronisingly down the phone.

“I need an ambulance, now! One of my residents has been whooping all night but he can’t breathe now. He can-“ You held the bridge of your nose and let out a deep breath, a poor attempt to stop yourself from breaking down.

“Has he had any painkillers?” The lady over the phone was starting to wind you up at this point.

“Are you taking the piss? Of course he’s had painkillers. Look, his temperature is 38.7 and his blood pressure is 45. I need a fucking ambulance.” You were desperate and on your own. Your patience was thin and your body was at the brink of collapsing.

“I’m gonna have to ask you to calm down. As I’m sure you’re aware we’re under high demand right now, an ambulance should get to you at some point tonight but in the meantime I need you to keep him comfortable and-“ Your patience had gone. You screamed down the phone and threw it to the other end of the room.

Full PPE on and tears running down your face, you had one job to do and that was to keep him alive. “Barry my love, Im here, Im here.” There wasn’t much you could do in that moment and you both knew that. There was a horrible feeling in the room that you both knew what was coming and there was no stopping it. “Y/N” He gasped. “Hey hey hey, try and take some big deep breaths for me Barry. In and out, slowly. There you go, more of that Barry you’re doing so well.” His breathing had calmed down but his emotions hadn’t. “You and Joe, you’re my family. I know I’m gonna die love, please let me say goodbye.” Barry was wailing and you were sobbing, his wife was the only person he had left before she passed and in a way you were his family. And he was yours. “Barry you can’t die, I won’t let you.” You sobbed as you held his hand tight. “It’s ok love, I’m gonna be with my wife. I can tell her all about you both. I just wanna say goodbye.” His eyes were still pouring but the mentioning of his wife had brought a smile to his face. You were at a loss for words but knew that you would do anything in your power to give him what he needed in this situation. “Okay, okay I’ll ring him.” Your hands were shaking as you pulled out your phone and unlocked your phone. “Can you do that video calling thing?” He gasped out. “Seeing both your faces would bring me great comfort, I can die happily sweetheart.” His words only made you cry more, you were a state and looked one too. A massive mask was covering your face and due to the lack of funding, your ppe was a bin bag so your unwashed hair was on display. If anyone was to see you they’d assume you’d been through the wars. Your thumb pressed FaceTime as you tightened the grip on Barry’s hand with your other, scared of letting him go.

Joe soon appeared on your screen and his face went from confused to mortified. “Oh my god darling what’s happened?” He’d shot up out of bed and, in true Joe fashion, had start to frantically look for his keys. “No no, sit back down please. I don’t have time to explain everything right now and I’m sorry but-“ You’d chocked up and Barry’s heavy breathing was slowing down. “Barry, Barry isn’t well and he wants to speak to you before he goes to sleep.” You couldn’t get the words out, the thought of not seeing Barry everyday was too much and it was obvious the grief had already passed to Joseph. His eyes began to water and his mouth started shaking. “Joe.” Barry muttered, his eyes were closing and your sobs were no longer in hiding. “Joseph im warning you, this might be too much.” You squeezed out mid cry. “No baby please, I need to see him.” Joe bit his lip and tears began to leak. Seeing you in this state was hard enough but knowing Barry was dying next to you was heartbreaking. You turned the phone and heard a gasp from Joe, he wasn’t expecting the sight he’d been shown. Barry was on the edge of death and there was no coming back from it. “Joe my boy, I need you to promise me something.” He was gasping at this point and it was taking everything for you not to tell him to save his breath, scared he was going to pass sooner if he spoke too much. “Anything Barry, anything.” Joe was crying too, his lip was still clenched between his teeth but it wasn’t helping. Nothing would. “Look after her for me, I wanna know you two are gonna stick together when I’m gone.” Barry’s eyes were shut and his hold on your hand was getting weaker with every word. “Of course I will, I won’t let anything happen to her. And I’ll love her until my last days I promise you Barry, you’ve got my word.” Barry smiled and opened his eyes to meet the ones of Joes over the phone. “You’re gonna go far kid, I’ll be watching.” Barry shut his eyes and you knew it was time to get off the phone and leave Barry in peace. You turned the phone and neither of you knew what to say, Joe shook his head and covered his mouth to stop the sobs from getting louder. “I’m coming to pick you up.” This time you didn’t argue. You nodded and knew it was time to say goodbye. You ended the phone and held Barry close until you no longer heard his laboured breathing. He’d gone.

Slowly getting up from the wooden chair, you turned to see Barry laying lifeless in the room you’d learnt to love. The scrabble box was still undone from the last game you’d played with him, due to social distancing rules Joe couldn’t play in real life, but you found a way to play with him over the phone and it was enjoyable for all of you. The door of Barry’s room opened and you looked up to see your manager, shocked at the sight she’d walked in on. “He’s gone.” You whispered, eyes faced towards the floor. “Oh Y/N.” She walked in and held you tight. “Isn’t this against the rules?” You questioned as you sniffed into her shoulder. She pulled you back and pushed your hair out of your face. “So are 20 hour shifts darling, go home. I’ll sort the rest out”. You nodded and headed for the door, stripping yourself of your PPE and showering in the staff room before heading out the entrance. Joe was waiting for you like he said he would, cigarette in hand and he was visibly tired. You walked up to him and he was aware of what was about to come out your mouth. “Did he fall asleep?” He squeaked out. “Yeah baby he’s fallen asleep.” You nodded before breaking down. His arms enclosed as he held you tight, your head buried into his neck. “It’s not fair Joe, it’s not fair.” You wailed. “I know baby, I know.” He cried into your hair. “I failed him.” You pulled back and Joe took in your appearance. You looked broken. “Oh my darling, there’s nothing you could’ve done. He’s not in pain anymore and his last moments were spent with the person who distracted him from it all. You did everything you could.” Joe was wiping your tears as you reached up wipe his. “I made him a promise and I’m sticking to it. I’m not gonna let anything happen to you my love, let’s get you home yeah?”

“I love you Joseph Quinn.”

“I love you too Y/N L/N”

#imagines #fanfic #joseph quinn one shot #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn #joe quinn x you #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn x y/n

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hii!!

i want to talk about ace so badly

already from the intro i new this was gonna be my cup of tea, like college! au, sports! au and fake enemies to friends to lovers, please!!

o h m y g o d

i was so wrong

this is so much more than just a cup of tea for me. i want for time to stop, so i can read this again infinite times, i want this story permanently tattooed in my brain and flowing through my veins.

your writing is showstoping and phenomenal!!

i'm a sucker for good dialogue and you have outdone everyone there is to outdo. i'm so serious when i say this changed my life last night!!

today i'm going through it again and collecting my favourite moments (listed below) and i need you to know that this is such a perfectly written story in every way and i'm so grateful you decided to share it with the world.

thank you!! thank you!! thank you!! thank you!! thank you!!

here's a list of my favourite moments and dialogue lines (probably incomplete, because i truly believe i will find many more when i read this again and again in the future)

the first interaction is such a perfect opening for the story, love it!! (bonus - the little "got you" in italics, aldhsksjs)

"Hyunjin gapes at your retreating figure for so long that phosphenes start prancing around his field of view. Then he heads to the gym. His heart is pounding against his ribs like a battering ram." aaaaaaaaaaaa

coach bang. just in general. everything he does and says is incredible

"Nothing is the first answer that comes to mind, but Hyunjin’s pulse spikes like a lie detector. Upon the inside of his eyes replays a scene of a certain someone with watermelon bangs doing teleportation jutsu at him from a few yards away, wearing a smile made of some kind of space dust that astronomists haven’t discovered yet." i was screaming in my pillow

"“But hope is hungry, and it will consume you if you let it,” he says. “Do not let it, Hyunjin. I’m not asking.”"

"“I miss when you didn’t come to class, Seungmin.”"

"“It’s not labor, dumbass! Ask our last manager! He didn’t do shit!” “Yeah? Who was your last manager?” “Me!”"

hyunjin running away from minho, chef's kiss!!

"“Music to my ears. What’s your name, cutie?”" aaahhh

"Hyunjin mouths the words tape me in baffled silence. The latter obliges your request with a smile. “See? What could go wrong?”" the whole banter and proximity during this scene, oh my!!

the whole phone call scene, alahskadjk, i had to stop after every two sentences and scream at the ceiling, especially after "“Baby,” he interrupts gently. “Let’s stop here, okay? You seem tired.”"

and don't get me started on "“But I do give a fuck about you.”"

"“Do you want to be alone?”"

the whole interaction in the gym is so, so great and sweet, and delicate it hurts!!

and the conversation between seungmin and hyunjin is so important to me. the realness of the friendsip and a fun bonus of their backstory, loved it soooo much!!

"It’s not awkward this time." STOP

yeah, just seungmin and hyunjin's friendship in general!!

"Tendrils of your body spray reach him from here, floral and light like a tropical coastline. He could’ve counted your eyelashes—if he didn’t have something far better to do." the parallels to the intro aahhh

and the parallel with coach and captain as well, i'm in love!!

"I realized I couldn’t care less if you’re my tutor or my team manager or whatever—I just don’t want you to be a stranger. Maybe that’s selfish of me to say, but I’m tired of pretending the idea of losing you doesn’t terrify me. It does. It truly fucking does." unreal, such a perfect ending!!

i don't have enough words in my vocabulary to express why this story is so amazing and important to me, but it's so delicate and real and incredible. it means more to me than you'll ever know!!

THANK YOUU

Dee

hi hi loveliest! allow me to first apologize for my late reply; i've read this ask so many times since u sent it that i could rehearse it back to u word for word at this point dkljfklsjfkl

thank YOU so much for reading and enjoying as much as you did, dee :') it was such a delight to learn your favorite parts, many of which were my favorites as well hehe (our synergy)!! and what an honor it is to be on the receiving end of praise so high as you wanting this story permanently tattooed in your brain & that i outdid everyone there was to outdo with my dialogue?? if i didn't already love the fic before, knowing it affected you this way has only amplified that sentiment infinitely <3

i've been relearning how to write for myself first and foremost these days, but i hope you know that comments like these really make sharing my writing feel so so worthwhile. i appreciate you an unbelievable amount for taking the time to leave me such a wonderful message! hope you are having a lovely day/afternoon/night cutie

(also: VERY happy u picked up on the coach/captain parallels. i was hoping ppl wouldn't think it was a typo that i said seungmin instead of minho at the start of the timeskip; that was supposed to imply that seung takes minho's spot as captain after he graduates hehehe. appreciate u all the more for noticing one of my favorite details!)

#*inbox #<3333333333333333

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Humanity's strongest, loveliest, and tiniest (Levi Ackerman x Reader) » Part III

Word count: 5 502

Disclaimer: english is not my first language, I apologize in advance for any mistakes

Part I / Part II

Humanity's strongest, loveliest, and tiniest (Part III)

„And what about the names, grumpy face? Did you talk about them yet?“ Hange asked teasingly, grinning at Levi from across the table.

The last few months went by at the speed of light. And brought many big changes – for you, for Levi, and the people closest to you. By this time there was no way to hide your pregnancy from the rest of the Scouts. You were just mere weeks from finally giving birth and ending the nightmare called pregnancy.

„That’s none of your business, Four-eyes.“

„Hey, no need to be rude to auntie Hange.“

You laughed at Levi as he rolled his eyes at her, sipping his tea. „We have a few options, but nothing’s set in stone. We’ll decide when the baby comes,“ you said, smiling at your best friend. Her excitement grew each day.

„And that will be very soon,“ she reminded you, finishing her third cup of tea.

The biggest change in your life was moving away from the HQ. Erwin pulled some strings and got you and Levi a beautiful cottage just outside Trost. You loved the new place, it was quiet and almost too perfect to be true. And it was all yours to furnish, decorate and prepare for when the baby makes its arrival.

„I just need to make it through your next expedition. Giving birth alone is definitely not what I want.“ You noticed Levi tensing up a little on the chair next to you. Leaving for expeditions became the hardest thing for him because the sudden distance separating the two of you made him extremely anxious.

Erwin wasn’t necessarily happy when you broke the big news to him. However only because you were one of his most loyal soldiers. But since you and Levi agreed, that you would retreat from your duties as a Scout, he had to manage somehow. You still helped Hange when it came to the newest recruits or you did some paperwork, but only for a couple more weeks.

Then complications hit and you ended up on bedrest for many weeks to come.

It all happened while Levi was away for another expedition. The poor man almost had a stroke when he came back and found you in such a poor state. But you handled everything with grace and slowly got better. Levi was very protective over you, even more than ever before. He never let you do anything around the house when he was home. Not even plant some flowers in the garden when spring time came around. He let you pick out the ones you wanted and the rest was up to him.

„I’ll stay behind if you want,“ offered Moblit, gently rubbing your back.

„Hange needs you more than I do, you know that.“

„She’ll manage,“ he said, smiling lovingly at your best friend.

Your brother was over the moon when you told him about the pregnancy. He didn’t suspect anything so the big news took him completely by surprise. And since then he wanted to be by your side 24/7 and help with everything. So when it wasn’t Levi, nervously looking over your shoulder and watching your every step, it was Moblit.

Those two could get on your every nerve with their overprotective nature. But they meant it well and did everything to keep you safe and comfortable. And you loved them for all of that. More than words could ever describe.

„No, you all need to go. I and the baby will be fine, and wait for you.“

„Just like every other time,“ said Hange reassuringly, looking straight at your husband.

She was the one, who kept an eye on him during work days. You asked her to do it because you worried about Levi a lot. He could easily lose track of time when working, even more, when his head was full of worries. It helped him unwind, which didn’t make any sense to you. Writing mission reports and stuff like that sounded like one of the world's most boring punishments.

„It’s getting late,“ Levi mumbled after finishing his tea. You invited Hange and Moblit over for dinner because you missed the times all of you ate together and got to catch up on different things.

„We should head back,“ said Moblit immediately, not even trying to protest. Arguing with grumpy Levi was pointless. „I still have some work to finish, anyway.“ He looked over at Hange and motioned her to get up.

You could feel that something was troubling your husband, but since he, Hange, and Moblit came from the HQ together, there wasn’t time for a private talk. That’s why you didn’t protest when he ushered both of them out the door.

„Leave that, I'll clean up in a bit,“ he said, coming back to the kitchen where you started washing the dishes. „You need to rest.“

„I’m fine, darling. You can help me clean up, and then we’ll go to bed.“

„I’ll clean up while you go to bed now, and wait for me there.“ You rolled your eyes at him, a smile making its way to your lips. He loved bothering you with his stubbornness. But only to the point where you still found it funny.

Arguing was the last thing that you and Levi wanted, so he surrendered and let you help him. But only with drying washed plates, glasses, cups, and cutlery. And all of that while you were sitting down on the chair he pulled up to the kitchen counter for you. However, you loved watching Levi when he was doing any type of housework. Sometimes you even joked that being a stay-at-home husband and father would suit him.

Going to bed became your favorite time of the day. But only because of what was happening right before going to sleep. The actual act of sleeping became almost impossible in the last few weeks, you could never get comfortable, not to mention the frequent need to visit the bathroom even during the night. And since Levi had always been a light sleeper, he woke up pretty frequently.

„Need any help in there?“ you shouted after Levi, while he was still in the bathroom. You tried to make yourself comfortable in bed, which was near impossible. Not even a bunch of pillows could help. „You’re taking forever.“

His head popped out from the slightly ajar door, smirking in your direction. Wet strands of dark hair still clung to his forehead. „Are you getting sleepy? All of a sudden?“

„Yeah, very funny,“ you mocked him, battling with the last two pillows you were trying to fold under your head and neck.

„I’ll be right there, just a minute.“

„Okay, I’ll count to sixty then.“

You really did, loud and clear so Levi could hear you. It took him forty-eight seconds until he left the bathroom and climbed into bed next to you, kissing your cheek right away. He tried to make himself comfortable amongst your pillow fort, mumbling under his breath and gently pushing them out of the way.

„Those pillows are gonna kill me one day.“

„Awww, don’t be mad. You know I need them.“

„They don’t even help you just take up a bunch of space.“

He was adorable when it came to a lot of things about your pregnancy. You never thought he would be like this. Humanity’s strongest soldier became a different person during the last couple of months. He was changing right before your eyes and becoming a man, who would soon be an amazing father to your little one.

Caring for you became his priority, even more than ever before. He always made sure you were feeling safe and loved. Especially in the hardest moment your pregnancy prepared for you. Some of them were really challenging and you could hardly think about carrying on. But Levi was always there, right by your side. Holding you close and reassuring you, that everything will turn out fine.

„That dinner was really nice, I miss both of them a lot,“ you said, reaching for his hand.

„They miss you too. And it’s not just them, many Scouts miss seeing you around. I guess that’s what you get when you always smile and want to help everyone.“

„I don’t mind being known like the always smiling one. You frown more than enough for the both of us, darling.“

„If you keep making fun of me, the baby will turn out the same. Scowling at you from the moment they open their eyes.“

„Would that make you happy?“ you teased him. A little smirk made its way to his lips.

You started to notice it pretty early in your pregnancy. The fact, that Levi started smiling more often. Not in public, of course. But when the two of you were alone. There were even times when you caught him just silently watching you do something while the corners of his mouth were ever so slightly turned upwards.

You never said that to him, but seeing him like that made you the happiest. Especially because you were the reason for his happiness. You and the baby he was thrilled and ready to meet.

It took him a couple of weeks and more than a few hard conversations with you, but he genuinely started to feel excited. Not that his fears would disappear, but he managed to get them under control. Sometimes he still battled with doubt and uncertainty, but as your expected due date grew closer, he felt more and more content about becoming a father. You and the baby needed him, and he wanted to do everything possible, to make sure nothing happens to the most precious people in his life.

„I would be the happiest if all of this was finally over.“

„Yeah, me too. I’m getting really anxious about the delivery.“

Your doctor assured you, that similar feelings were normal. Yes, giving birth was considered a natural thing for a woman’s body, but still. So many things could go wrong. For you and for the baby. It wasn’t necessarily the pain, that scared you. Rather the possibility of feeling it for many hours, maybe even days. Yes, the doctor and even Hange warned you about the possibility of a really long labor, since it would be your first time giving birth.

„What if I can’t do it, Levi?“ you asked insecurely a million unsettling scenarios running through your head. One worst than the other.

„What made you think you can’t do it?“

„And what made all of you think I can?“

With a quiet sigh, he got closer to you, kissing the top of your head. Even cuddling became a nightmare for the last couple of weeks. There simply wasn’t a position in which you felt comfortable and close enough to Levi at the same time. Moving around in general was a never-ending nightmare. You missed your old body more and more every day. So many things changed about it... and not necessarily for the best.

„Watching you go through the last couple of months made me believe that you could do about anything in this world. I’ve always known that you are strong and determined, but this was something completely different.“

„Did I have a choice?“

„No, but you also don’t have a choice now, you just have to do it. And you will do just fine, my love.“

This wasn’t the first time you had a similar conversation with Levi. Naturally, your mind always wandered to all the what-ifs. This simply wasn’t something small or unimportant.

Something you could repeat if the outcome was not good enough.

With each passing day, you felt the pressure all around you. From everyone, even if nobody said anything concrete. It was the loving smiles and looks from your friends when they came to visit, your brother’s excitement about becoming an uncle, Hange’s questions about how you were feeling, and most importantly... it was what Levi did and said every single day.

The way he always kissed your belly before going to work in the morning.

The way he sometimes came home for lunch, just to check on you, or the way he did a lot of paperwork at your kitchen table when you were on bedrest and he was just too anxious to leave you home alone.

It was the softness in his voice when he greeted the baby after coming home from work, lovingly caressing your stomach while smiling at you.

And it was all the little thing he’s been doing for you all those months. He took care of everything... everything. There really wasn’t a thing you needed to do, because Levi thought about all of them, and made sure you rest as much as you need.

You felt like you owe him a perfect family.

A healthy baby.

Maybe... maybe a son, who will look just like him and carry the family name.

You wanted to give him all of that. He and those close to you as well. You wanted Moblit and Hange to be happy, and enjoy time with the little one just like they were planning to do.

„I’ll be right there by your side the entire time. You can scream, cry and curse all you want, I’ll endure it, and we’ll push through it together. Hand in hand, okay?“ Levi asked, carefully grabbing your chin and turning your head in his direction. „I know you’re afraid, I am too. But we can do this. Together,“ he reminded you one more time. His eyes were full of some strange mixture of love, admiration, and fear. All of the emotions you felt as well.

„I just have this weird feeling that something unexpected will happen.“

„It’s just a feeling, not reality.“

You wanted to protest, but when Levi leaned closer and kissed you, all words were lost. He meant well, you knew that. Worrying yourself sick won’t solve anything.

„The most important thing right now is for you to stay calm. There’s one last expedition I must do before Erwin lets me step back for a couple of weeks.“

„I don’t want you to go, Levi,“ you whispered into his lips, tears slowly collecting in the corners of your eyes. The days he was leaving beyond the Walls were true hell. You knew he would always come back, he had to. But.. what if... „I don’t want to stay alone again. Without you, Moblit, Hange... and everyone else.“

„I have to go, you know that. We spent weeks preparing for this, Erwin needs me on the front line.“

„Screw Erwin!“ you hissed withdrawing yourself from Levi. „And screw the rest of humanity, the titans, and everything else! I need you here, Levi!“ The first tears rolled down your cheeks, soon turning you into a sobbing mess. Keeping up with all hormones and emotions was sometimes beyond your measures. „What am I supposed to do if you don’t come back? I was throwing up from fear and anxiety every single time you left for an expedition these past months. I had enough! I don’t want to do this anymore. I don’t want you to risk your life over and over again when you’re about to be a father! Why are Erwin and the Scouts more important that me?! Than us?! Than your own blood?!“

You didn’t even realize you were shouting at first. Just when Levi didn’t move a muscle, just kept staring at you worriedly. This wasn’t like you. No, you hated shouting and screaming.

The whole house was suddenly drowning in dead silence. If you listened hard enough you could hear your own tears falling.

„Did I really make you feel like something was more important than you and the baby?“ asked Levi after what felt like an eternity. His voice was stern and almost cold. He didn’t even look at you. „Because if I did...“

„No!“ you said immediately, wiping the tears with the back of your hand. „It’s just... I feel so useless, and out of place. We were always going on expeditions together, and we were looking out for each other. I knew that if something happened, I was there and could help you. But now...“

Leaving the Survey corps behind, even if only for some time, was one of the hardest things you’ve ever done. Military service was all your life revolved around these last few years. And it was suddenly taken from you. You felt lost without your daily routine, without training, meeting new cadets, and spending time with your comrades and superiors.

And moving away from the HQ made it even worse. The new house was a beautiful and safe place for your future little family, but it also made you feel terribly isolated from your old life. The one you loved despite everything. Somehow you’ve never thought that pregnancy will be this challenging.

„I’m really frustrated, okay? This all has been too much,“ you said in a lot calmer voice, wiping away more tears. „I wasn’t ready for so many big changes and challenges. It all came out of the blue, and with you gone so many times...“

Sometimes it seemed as if Erwin was planning so many new expeditions just to keep Levi away from you. That wasn’t true, of course not. But during long days and even nights, your husband spent in titan territory, all sorts of thoughts occurred in your head.

„I just want us to be happy, Levi. I don’t want to spend every single day worrying about something.“

„We signed up for this life, remember?“

„Yes, but things change. And people do too.“

You still remembered the day Levi joined the Scouts. He, Isabel, and Furlan one day appeared out of nowhere and joined the ranks. He was so different then, even colder and more distant to everyone. Not to mention after he lost his friends. You were the one who reached out to him first and tried to offer some kind of comfort. He wasn’t the kindest towards you, but that didn’t matter. Not when you saw how much he needed someone to lead him out of the darkness he was lost in.

It took a lot of time and patience, but he opened up to you. Slowly shared tiny details of his past in the Underground and everything he had to do to survive in such cruel and unfair living conditions. He was changing with your every conversation and slowly became a man you fell in love with.

The man who fell in love with you even despite his fear of letting anyone close.

„I understand that you feel overwhelmed by everything, but us two shouting and arguing is not going to fix anything,“ Levi said in a calm voice, placing a hand on your belly. He stared lovingly into your eyes, trying to calm you down even without using words. „Nothing in this world is more important than you. Nothing ever will be more important than you and...“ he slowly kissed you, leaning down to your belly and placing a small kiss on top of it as well, „and you. The two of you are my everything and that will never change.“

You run your fingers through his still-damp hair, brushing a few longer strands away from his forehead. This was part of every evening you loved the most. When both of you got into bed and everything got quiet. The only thing remaining was Levi’s sweet voice as he talked to the baby about everything. About his day at work, his plans for the next day, about how much he loved you both, and how eagerly he awaited the day they will finally meet.

He loved relaxing next to you after a long day, his eyes closed and one hand always on your belly to feel the baby kick or move around. Sometimes it made him relaxed enough to fall asleep within short minutes. And that was kind of a miracle since he rarely slept well and undisturbed. If he fell asleep at all. Some nights you woke up to him reading something or doing more paperwork because he just couldn’t stay in bed.

Calm evenings like these became your absolute favorite. Seeing your husband bond with the baby was one of the most beautiful things you’ve ever witnessed. In some moments it was hard to believe, that this man is the same Captain Ackerman people called Humanity's strongest soldier. He seemed so different – in the best possible way. More gentle and loving. Calmer and content with his new role in life as a father.

„This will be my last expedition for a while, I promise. I just have to get it over with, and then we’ll be together. Just you and me for a couple of weeks, and then just the three of us. All day and all night long, hm?“

You shook your head with a tiny smile. „More like the four or five of us.“ Levi furrowed his brows, carefully laying his head on your belly. That made your smile grow bigger. „Hange always says that she’ll come to visit every single day. And I assume my brother will be pretty much the same, he can’t wait to be an uncle.“

„I know you love those too with your entire heart, but they really don’t need to be that invested. Not on an everyday basis.“

„Okay, but you tell them that,“ you laughed, the tears and anger long gone.

The expedition was supposed to take four days. Saying goodbye was even harder than before, but you did your best. You made sure Levi knew how much you truly loved him and wished him the best of luck. But letting go of his hand was almost unbearable.

You also made sure that Erwin heard you say to Levi how much you hoped that this is going to be his last expedition for a long time. Maybe that’s why he took some time and assured you, that everything will surely turn out okay and they will be back as soon as possible.

Saying goodbye to Moblit and Hange was just as hard. They both had many experiences, but that couldn’t calm your nerves either. Worrying about them was something that simply came naturally. You loved them both more than words could ever explain. And you really hoped they knew it.

The days you spent alone were too long and empty. Even more, when the nice spring weather vanished and spending time in your garden became impossible because of the heavy rains and cold wind. This sudden and drastic change in the weather made you worry even more. Especially when you remembered Levi’s first expedition beyond the Walls. It all started out great, but once the heavy rain and thick fog hit...

You tried to rest as much as possible just to avoid accidental preterm labor. So most of the hours were spent in the company of good books and finally finishing up a cute little blanket you decided to crochet for the baby. You had some skills from your mother, but Petra was the one who showed you how to start. It took you by surprise since she never mentioned knowing something like this before.

But even though time moved slowly, the long-awaited moment finally came. You got up really early, got ready, and slowly headed straight to the city gate. Members of the Garrison welcomed you and even offered you some tea as you waited with them.

It didn’t take long before they finally gave the order to open the gates.

It was them... they were finally back home.

The first person you saw was Erwin, naturally. He looked fine, mostly unharmed with only a few blood stains on his dark green cloak. More shocking was what came after. Too many wounded soldiers, and too much blood on their injured bodies.

You felt your heart race as you were looking over their faces, searching the crowd for your husband, brother, or best friend. You just knew something was wrong when Levi wasn’t following after Erwin.

„Commander!“

Erwin immediately stopped his horse and looked around the small crowd of people – mostly relatives of the Scouts. His icy-blue eyes found you almost immediately. But the look on his face was nothing you hoped for. It sent shivers down your back.

„Where is he?!“ you asked urgently when he came closer and got off his horse. „Where is my husband?“ You looked over your comrades again. A significant amount of them was missing. You could see some of your closest friends but... „What about my brother? Where is Moblit?“

You could feel your legs shaking and your chest tightening at the same time. This had to be some kind of nightmare. Yes, of course, it was just a nightmare. You were surely still sleeping and would wake up any moment now.

„Erwin...“ you said his name on the verge of tears. Why was he looking at you like that? Was that pity in his eyes?

„I’m sorry but we got surrounded yesterday shortly before sunset and...“

You took a step back to steady yourself because everything was spinning way too fast all of a sudden. Your whole body went numb just before the pain took over. The pain you’ve never felt before. It felt like somebody was ripping your heart out right at that moment.

„Careful,“ said somebody behind your back as an arm wrapped around your waist. When you looked over your shoulder you saw Hange. She tried to give you a weak smile, but instead quickly kissed your cheek and helped you sit down at the table where the members of the Garrison usually played cards. She knelt before you, taking your hands in her ice-cold palms. „We don’t know what happened to them. Levi, Moblit, and a small group of others got separated from us. It was...“

„The weather was bad and it was getting dark, getting lost was just way too easy,“ finisher Erwin, who came standing next to Hange. „There’s a good chance they’re still alive.“

„At least some of them,“ said Hange reassuringly, squeezing your hands. You tried to listen to them both and make sense of their words, but it was near impossible. Just like trying to catch your breath again. „They’ll show up soon, don’t worry. Levi and Moblit know they have to come back despite everything. They know you’re waiting for them.“

You still couldn’t speak a single word. Not even when Petra and Nanaba came over, trying to reassure you with similar words. It turned out that Miche, Nifa, and Eld were with Levi, Moblit and the others as well.

If... if they were still alive.

„I didn’t want him to go,“ you said to Hange after a while, leaning against her shoulder. Your whole body was trembling and your mind racing. Erwin stayed by your side for a while but had to eventually leave and tend to his responsibilities. But he assured you that you can turn to him if you’ll need anything. „I had a feeling something would happen.“

„He’s fine,“ she assured you, wrapping her arm around your shoulders. „And Moblit as well.“

„You don’t know that.“

„I don’t, you’re right. But I know them and believe in them. And you should too.“

Hange tried to talk you into going home, but you refused. Staying right at the gate seemed like the best option. You wanted Levi to see you as soon as he returned. But the hours were slowly and painfully slipping away between your fingers. The weather got bad again, heavy rain pouring down, matching your tears.

This was the first time Levi didn’t come back.

Deep down you knew something like this could happen.

But you never wanted to admit it.

You never saw yourself crying at the gate because your husband wasn’t amongst the returning Scouts.

You weren’t sure how to feel anymore. Fear was trying to crush you with every breath while gruesome images full of blood and death kept appearing in your mind. Levi and Moblit were both highly capable soldiers with years of experience. They knew how to fight Titans without getting themselves killed.

But your heart kept breaking over and over again with every passing minute.

„Listen to me, we should go back to your house. You need to rest and warm up a little, it’s getting cold.“

„I can’t leave,“ you muttered, uncomfortably shifting on the hard wooden bench. „I have to wait for them here, Hange.“

„You have to be careful,“ she reminded you, gently caressing your belly. The baby was painfully kicking you into the ribs for the last few hours. You were stressing the both of you, but... how could you stop?

„I begged him not to go. I knew something would happen,“ you kept repeating, still looking at the closed gate.

It was almost dark when Hange finally convinced you to return home. You could hardly keep your eyes open, all the crying exhausted you. Food was the last thing you could think about even though yesterday’s dinner was the last thing you had. Hange looked really worried about you and decided to stay the night. And you were glad. Being alone one more night was unimaginable.

Curling up under the covers tears found you once more. Just a couple of days prior he was laying there next to you. And suddenly you couldn’t be sure he was even alive. Not when the time was passing mercilessly and the weather was getting worse by the minute. Another storm was forming somewhere in the distance.

You wished nothing more than to be out there with him. Waiting around was far scarier and agonizing than spending days and nights in titan territory by his side.

By your younger brother’s side who meant the world to you. Who you knew your entire life and could not imagine living without even for a day.

„Moblit was afraid of storms when we were little,“ you said when Hange carefully opened the bedroom door to check on you. „He always climbed into my bed and hid under the covers. Then I had to tell him stories so he could fall asleep.“

„That’s a pretty common fear among kids. I used to be afraid too. Well... they still kinda scare me if they’re really bad,“ she answered and came closer, sitting on the edge of the bed. You could smell one of Levi’s favorite teas from the cup she was holding. „Drink this, you’ll sleep better.“

„I don’t want to sleep, what if they come back during the night? I told Hannes to send a word if they show up at the gate.“

She shook her head and put the cup on your nightstand. „I’ll wake you up if somebody comes. But you need to sleep.“

Hange wasn’t the right person to argue with, not after what she’s been through the last couple of days. She was clearly exhausted and worried as well. You didn’t even ask about any details of the expedition. It was useless anyway. Only the outcome mattered.

„They are fine and looking after each other.“

„I can’t do this alone, Hange.“ You didn’t need to specify anything. She already knew what you were referring to. „And Levi promised to be there with me the whole time.“

„He will be, don’t worry. Holding your hand the entire time and spending precious moments with the baby until you recover a bit.“

You tried to smile at her but failed terribly.

Hange stayed for a while but then left you alone, instructing you once more to drink the tea. So you did. But when you finally made yourself comfortable, sleep didn’t come for long hours. You listened to the rain outside, quietly talking to your baby and running your hand up and down your belly in comforting motions.

You wanted them to know just how much their father and uncle love them.

You kept reminding yourself that they are on the way back home. Any minute Hannes or someone else will knock on your door and announce their return.

Any minute now.

Any second.

When you finally fell asleep with puffy eyes and a headache from all the crying, nightmares started to creep in on you. One worst than the other. But they were somehow still better than the unbearable pain which woke you up suddenly. It almost made you cry out in agony as your lower back and abdomen felt like they were literally ripping in half.

„Hange!“ you shrieked at your best friend and tried to sit up, concentrating on your breathing.

It was important not to panic.

Maybe it was nothing.

Maybe...

You screamed at Hange once more, when another wave of pain hit you. But now even stronger, while you felt something wet and warm drench the bedsheets and your thighs. Throwing the covers off of you, the first thing you saw was a growing spot of rich red liquid.

Blood.

To be continued...

Part IV

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