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streets-in-paradise · 1 year

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Birthday Wishes

Requested by @losersclubisms

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Characters: Andy Barclay (main), Junior Wheeler (main), Jake Wheeler (main), Kyle Simpson, Karen Barclay, Glen Ray Tilly, Nica Pierce, Glenda Ray Tilly, Devon Evans, Lexy Cross.

Relationships: Barclay Wheeler Family AU ( AU where Andy adopts Jake and Junior), some implicit Andy x Nica.

Warnings: No proofreading. Birthday fic, AU ( canon? what’s canon?), Andy being a parental figure for the Wheeler boys. They call him mom sometimes while the reason for that nickname isn’t explained.

Summary: Andy hasn’t have a happy birthday on decades, but Jake and Junior want to change that.

Notes: This fic is a found family love letter of happy birthday for Andy. I was going to post it sooner, but i had no internet connection for a couple of hours.

The kitchen was absolute chaos with the two cousins working on it that morning. It was a special yet hard day that needed to start in the best way, but that wouldn't mean that the Wheeler kids would stop bringing mischief while messing with each other. Jake dragged Junior out of bed earlier and his morning crankiness manifested in tons of little practical jokes while cooking breakfast together. The result was unfortunately affected by the distractions on their games and some outside distractions happening on the process.

" I can't believe you just burned the pancakes!!!" Jake complained to his cousin, witnessing with horror the biggest mistake of all. " JUNIOR, YOU HAD ONE JOB!"

" IT'S NOT MY FAULT THAT YOU LEFT THE FIRE TOO HIGH!!" The boy defended himself. " It wouldn't have burned so fast at a normal temperature."

He had a point, but not a valid reason.

" I was talking with Glen! They are getting the gifts. Whatever you were texting with Lexy, I don't think it was what matters today. "

Junior felt called out because he was either discovered by a peek at his phone screen or, worse... By his enamored reactions when receiving the texts.

" I was convincing her to come to the party... you know, just in case Devon didn't yet. We know it's not gonna be like the sort of parties she likes and for the most Andy creeps her when being himself but it would be nice if she would come ... "

" Just because YOU want to see her. " Jake concluded for him. " Listen, I understand how you feel but you can't lose focus today. Andy hasn't had a decent birthday in decades, we can't screw this one up too. He is not expecting anything, but that doesn't mean we can't still disappoint him."

Jake really didn't mean to trigger him, but the automatic setting on Junior's mind to fear disappointment from parental figures got activated to the nagging.

Suddenly he felt awful, freaking out to the realization that the big day was going to start with a nearly burned breakfast but there was not much time to completely fix everything.

" SHIT!! What do we do now?"

" Carry on and hope for the best." His cousin added, in resignation. " I'm gonna make some french toast to put at the side in case he wouldn't want to eat this shit. "

Junior's mischievousness faded a bit, scared to face such simple failure. Even if Andy wouldn't mind, he did.

" ... Maybe I should keep focusing on the party plans. "

Jake still had a not so little objection to add.

" I know you wanna help but, for fucks sake, we are not gonna hang the garlands you made. "

" But I know Andy is going to love it." Junior protested while still cooperating bringing out more stuff from the fridge. " You are so full of shit, Jake, I swear. When you take a pile of ugly dolls and make a sculpture that's art, but when i do is disgusting."

" Excuse me, Junior Sawyer, but someone has to protect Glen from your artistic sense... THAT'S THEIR FREAKING FATHER!!!"

Junior wasn't touched in the slightest with the reaffirmation of an obvious fact.

" So what? They aren't on good terms with Chucky."

" That's it? That's your excuse?" Jake followed, desperately trying to make him see the point. " Think about this: How would you feel if Glenda would make a welcome mat of Logan's skin?

Realizing he had used a terrible example, Jake released a groan of frustration while going back to the cooking and Junior self declared the winner of the altercate.

" From you and I... Whose the one that thought first on making art out of Chucky? "

Some of the yelling going on reached Andy, but he was asleep and way too used to the boy's bickering to pay attention. He could tell that the noise was approaching, but didn't guess why. All he thought before rolling on bed was that, whatever chaos that was going on, he would deal with that later.

Ignoring his conscience for the rest of the day was already going to be hard, so he didn't want to make the kids participants of his inner hell. They didn't deserve having to stand his terrible humor on the worst day of the year. He was not okay, but he was their caretaker and it was not their responsibility to deal with that.

The door was opened just as he was falling back asleep. Andy didn't react quickly, unusual for a light sleeper. It was a ' just leave me alone' sort of indirect sign, but the wheelers weren't going to give up.

" Good morning, Andy! It's your big day!!" Jake saluted him first, obtaining only some groans of protest.

Junior didn't hesitate in becoming the goofier echo of his cousin. While Jake was holding the tray standing at one side of the bed, he rushed to the opposite and began to shake Andy.

" C'mon, mom! Wake up!!!"

Andy opened his eyes to the excessively energical call, feeling that nickname that the boys gave him a bit stronger than usual because he found Junior covered in flour stains looking like a toddler in mother's day.

" What time is it?"

" 10 am, but you weren't waking up so we got worried."

Andy chuckled, holding his impulse of making a dark joke about how he didn't have will to get up.

" For how long have you been up to annoy each other?"

" Since forever!" Junior complained, a dramatical mock to Jake and the morning schedule he settled on. " We are that much excited."

Andy tried to calm him down sweetly reminding both of them that there was nothing to cheer about.

" You don't have to make it a big deal. It's not ... I appreciate, but."

" We made you breakfast." Jake cutted him off, ruining his way for any objection.

The man glanced at the teenage boy carrying a tray that seemed a complete mess. The mug on it was splattered with coffee and Jake himself had his clothes stained with something wet.

" Shit... Are you alright?"

" Yeah, the coffee fell on the ground. Those are eggs that Junior threw at me, that's why he is full of flour."

Junior smiled innocently from his spot.

" Happy birthday, Andy!!" He changed the topic. " You are gonna celebrate with us at least. "

" We love to have you in our lives. Junior and I have always been related ..."

"But what truly made both of us a family was to find you. We are not gonna let Chucky steal the spotlight on your birthday. You matter more than the anniversary of his first death."

Andy sat on the bed and the boys observed him attentively, looking forward his reaction yet he found himself unable to pronounce a single word because he was in the purest awe trying to process the amount of love they were giving him.

Then, he picked the tray and got to see what they made for him. It was messier than what it looked like from afar, splatted coffee and partíally burned pancakes with some orange juice and french toast to the side put there as compensation.

" It's horrible, you don't have to eat it.." Junior apologized ahead, confusing his silence with disappointment. " It's my fault, I let it burn. I can't do anything ríght."

Andy began to cry and both cousins were completely clueless about that. Of course, they couldn't possibly know about the last happy memory of his childhood: the burned toasts that he carried to his mom's bedroom early on the morning of that fatidic day. He was then in her place, those were his children even if they weren't little kids anymore.

" I KNOW WE RUINED IT BUT, PLEASE. DON'T CRY!" Jake begged, feeling unable to do anything else. " I CAN'T SEE YOU CRY."

Junior was already sobbing and then, with their evident sorrow, Andy remembered that they indeed didn't know anything about that.

"... It's perfect, more than perfect." He quickly clarified in a cheerful tone. " This isn't sadness, ok? I cry because i love you both so much."

He cleared his throat, trying to sound his best despite the crying.

" Jake, Junior. You weren't born from me, but that doesn't matter. You are my boys and I love you. I ran out of birthday wishes because you are the best thing happening in my life and you don't have to do anything to make it better."

The tray ended up on the nightstand because both boys rushed to hug him, tears of happiness flowing everywhere.

" Happy birthday. " Jake followed. " We are going to make this the best day of your life, I promise. "

It was, Andy didn't remember a happier day. With surprises happening all the time, it could only have ended on the highest note: a party where all of his loved ones were present. The lonely six year old kid was then an adult surrounded by people who wanted to celebrate with him. Most of them were kids, but there was also his amazing sister who brought his mom for the occasion, and some unexpected surprise guests.

Nica arrived with Glen and Glenda, what was a pleasant surprise for many reasons. To say that he developed a crush on that woman was an obvious fact that he tried to hide in vain at that point. If he once pointed a gun at her to take his shot on killing Chucky, he went to hell and back searching for a way to help her later. He had direct responsibility for the situation that led her back into a free and full body and the twins saw it. Glen adored him and he got Glenda's respects through that.

They brought two beautifully packaged gifts with them, but one of those was quite concerning due to the size. A big, rectangular package that was too suspicious and Glenda's mischievous stares everytime Andy would look at it from afar were making it worse. They were probably just messing with him, but he was thrilled and finding it hard to focus on his surroundings.

" The garlands are a symbol." He heard Junior explaining himself to Glen, making up excuses for what was pretty much the birthday version of his typical creepy decorations made of scratches from various copies of Chucky that he killed. That time, only pieces of clothing were used." When Andy was little he had those at the birthday party your dad crashed at, so it's about healing.``

" Well, you will have to refresh me on that part because I did the shopping and don't remember anything like this. " His mom was adding. " We didn't have those garlands."

Jake, Kyle, Devon and Lexy were too aware to avoid laughing, what made an unaware Glen smile because they seemed happy.

" I think my boy is thinking of another birthday tradition. " Karen pointed out at Andy's distraction. " Gifts first, honey?"

Andy smiled for her before justifying himself.

" The big one, I just HAVE to know what's inside there. "

Nica made a ' my lips are sealed' gesture, joking around while keeping the secret that the children of Chucky trusted her with. Her sweet silliness got a smile out of him even despite he was mildly panicking.

" Ohh, yes! That's perfect! Open ours before the cake!" Glen cheered with sparkling excitement.

"... You would feel better with no knives around." Glenda followed, their grimm joke resembling Junior's trauma based humor.

Before Andy could pick up the box Glen did it for him, then rushed beside him holding the two packages. Although the man promised he would open the smaller one later, he practically tore the wrap of the bigger.

It was what he suspected, but not quite exactly what he thought.

A doll, pale and red haired, but not a Good Guy.

" A little bit of me for you." Glen sweetly explained. " I can't technically gift it because Is not mine to give, I share it with Glenda. They agreed to let me give it to you for the party."

Andy stared at them, unable to understand what was going on but guessing that the answer was going to be cavity-inducing sweet just because it came from them.

" Is this what I think it is?... Glen, are you giving me the doll where you were born?"

" It's a borrow, but yes. " They continued their explanation. " Many, many years ago my dad harmed you so deeply as your birthday gift doll, so I want my doll to be your gift."

Andy had a bright smile on his face and had to restrain his own emotions a bit to avoid tearing up in front of everyone.

" We also got you clothes.." Glenda followed. " You need some help with your wardrobe.."

A possessed doll and new clothes; the exact replication of his birthday gifts that year. No one else noticed the irony, but it was a happy one for once.

" Is this doll... safe?" Karen asked, evidently weirded and as concerned, perhaps even more, than Andy was. " How does it work?"

" It's them, as harmless as Glen is. Trust me, they are an angel." Nica explained. " They agreed that Glen keeps control for today, so they are gonna be pretty much like a kid running around. The doll that your son deserved."

Andy approached it hesitantly. Since their doll form hadn't meet him before he felt the need of introducing himself.

" Hi, Glen! I am Andy... I am friends with human Glen."

The doll blinked its eyes, as if it was waking up from a long nap, then replied.

" It's so nice to meet you! Hi, Andy! And Happy birthday, by the way."

The Barclays stared at each other as if they were contemplating the universe's biggest irony, then laughed.

" Really, Glen? Your doll?" Junior complained, showing a bit of jealousy because the gesture was impressive. " Nothing here can compete with that. What am supposed to do now? That's the nice doll of his childhood dreams!"

" We are not brainwashing more dolls, don't even think about it. " Devon commented. " They have the best gift. Get over it."

" Are you gonna fight over Andy? Right here and now?" Lexy joked. " I can't believe it."

" Of course not!" Jake added in what seemed to bring maturity into the discussion, but wasn't mature at all. " We don't have to, Andy is our mom."

" Alright, people. I'm gonna get the cake." Kyle announced. " Is anyone going to give me a hand with that?"

The doll spoke once more.

" I can help."

" Anyone that isn't the doll? No offense to you, Glen, I just don't know them."

They smiled and followed as their human persona, to what Junior followed as well just so he wouldn't be less.

At their return everyone began to sing while Andy stared at his cake and the little candles on top of it. For the first time ever he had no idea of what he was going to wish for, since nothing felt missing in his life.

#child's play #andy barclay #junior wheeler #jake wheeler #barclay wheeler family au #andy adopts the wheelers AU #alex vincent #teo briones #zackary arthur #chucky 2021 #kyle simpson #karen barclay #glen ray tilly #nica pierce #glenda ray tilly #devon evans #lexy cross

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midmorning-bomb · 1 year

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Null

Your neighbour grew horns and a tail, he’s taking it pretty well. He waves, but when you smile and wave back, he reaches up, distracted. You hurry away, not too fast, hoping he doesn’t associate the slight lightening and reduction in size of the curling ram’s horns with your attention.

You read a story once, about two witches trying to protect a baby with the innate ability to nullify magic. It wasn’t a particularly happy story, a child growing up in a cradle of wonder, unable to see anything but the mundane, and always hunted. Something about it stuck with you, nonetheless, and it’s for the best because you’d probably have been caught more off guard had you not read it.

Everyone else in the family is an early bird. You typically wake up hearing your mom bustling around the in-law suite you built in the basement. This morning, her scream gets you scrambling out of bed, and your capability to compartmentalize gets you untangling the vines she’s grown over her bathroom door without pausing to freakout. Scrolling through social media while you make tea and she joyfully grows yellow rose blooms out of the palm of one hand, you see the world has changed overnight.

(Literally, the media is calling it “The Change,” and it sounds more like a B horror movie than a terrifying global phenomenon and, fuck. You’re just so, so tired of interesting times. B horror movie is more on point than you’d like.)

Most of the changes or powers, or whatever, are benign. Physical alterations, horns, tails, gills, wings for a rare few. Connections to nature, blooming flora, generating small, warm flames, swirls of ice. Your niece giggles while your brother creates snowballs out of nothing, tossing them up for their labradoodle to snatch from the air.

You hold your nephew’s hand, and hear your sister-in-law gasp, as the flames that have been licking up his arms in rare bursts turn to smoke, then nothing. When your brother comes closer to look, the frost in the air fades away, leaving the day warm and spring again.

You’re serious when you tell them this needs to be a secret.

Everyone in the world got a super power, and you’re a fucking black hole.

Most of the changes are benign, but some aren’t. A YouTuber gains the ability to generate water, and tries to recreate Houdini’s Water Torture Cell. They did not gain the ability to breathe in water, though, and drown on camera. A kindergartner causes a series of sinkholes timed with their tantrums. The stock market and several electric power systems temporarily crash when a billionaire develops a kind of technopathy before they disappear into their phone.

(You hear a shout of surprise one day in the backyard, and find your other neighbour, the one you actually like, holding the end of her rake with shaking hands. The metal is now a shimmering gold. She drops it, shocked, and gleaming yellow lays accusingly in her pile of soaked, rotten leaves. You step closer to help and she steadies herself on the washing line pole, which pulses gold and back to stainless steel as you reach out and squeeze her shoulder.

She looks for a long moment at the glittering prongs and then back up, “Will you help me bury this?”

Much later, when the campaign for Change Transparency kicks off, you’ll meet her worried eyes and try to smile.)

For a while, your family keeps your secret.

But your brother has always wanted to be a hero, always wants to be the good guy, pat on the back, great job, couldn’t have done it without you, bud. And your sister-in-law wants so badly to be the one that helps, the go-to, ready with that staged-casual insta slice of life.

And won’t you think of all the good you can do? You could help so many people! What’s the worst that could happen?

You feel the fragility of your safety more than ever. In a world suddenly full of changes, what power in being able to negate them. You picture yourself buried in some government lab, concrete cell and nothing but tests and buzzing lights. Liver and lungs and blood and heart sold to the highest bidder. You think of the magic-nullifying baby in the story and fuck, at least they had a couple well-meaning witches. You’re not sure you can trust your own family.

Your null lingers. Your nephew’s burns are long-healed, his frightful gift apparently buried. He sits in your lap one night while your niece creates a moving constellation of coloured lights, dancing close to you and letting them fade before darting away and laughing as they get brighter.

(Is it being an older sister? There’s a part of you that sees disaster coming and your whole life everyone has treated you like Cassandra until you just sigh and learn to hold onto these little moments that matter.)

Your sister-in-law is talking too fast and your brother won’t quite look you in the eyes, and you just know.

“What did you do?”

Your mom’s eyes narrow as your brother’s shoulders hunch because she knows you both and all sorts of pretty words tumble out of your sister-in-law’s mouth about how she just couldn’t hide it in good conscience and they’ll keep your secret, too, of course, and—

And maybe you can nullify changes, but you’re pretty sure you can’t nullify bullets, when a small contingent of what looks to be both police and military shows up at your door three weeks later.

You’re trying to keep your shit together and comfort your frantic mother and get outside while keeping the cat in before these assholes decide to get violent. Your mind is racing and the door is finally shut and your mother is screaming at this point. Your neighbour runs over because you helped her bury that stupid fucking rake and takes hold of your mom, you nod gratefully and move forward with your head held high.

Then a ranking officer steps up, taking in the stubborn tilt of your chin, and says:

“We should take the whole family.”

And that’s when you find out you aren’t a black hole. You don’t nullify, you absorb.

You amplify.

And now your nephew’s little flame is an inferno.

#short story #fiction #sci fi #powers

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extremelynerdycat · 1 year

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New Caleb au coming to my mind. Sorry I haven't been posting my own stuff recently. I've just struggled with motivation and all.

Spoilers for The Owl House if you haven't watched season 1 and 2.

Basically, a Peter Pan Caleb au, where Caleb became Peter Pan.

The classic story of Peter pan comes later, as Caleb never grows up anyway.

When Caleb decides to stay in the isles with Evelyn, the Isles inhabitants don't really respond to him very positively. They demand some sort of justice for his past witch hunting. Maybe he was really into it and bad before changing when meeting Evelyn. Maybe he wasn't. Whatever happened back then, however he felt, witches want to have him punished for it. So, they have a trial. In this trial, Caleb is decided to be guilty of some bad crimes. Caleb takes this all without fuss. He feels himself that he deserves it. What's the punishment?

Caleb gets sent to this God. A collector or something similar perhaps. Maybe the guardian from amphibia? The idea of the punishment is that they bring him to this God who will determine the proper course of action. They expect that action to be a punishment and way of redemption. The god looks into all of his past actions like that demon that flicks through books fast.

That God is like, yeah, he was pretty bad once. But, now he isn't. In fact, he was robbed of a childhood and everything. You know what people? I'm making him a LITERAL GOD.

People are shocked. But, this God is trusted by most if not all. Caleb isn't sure how to react.

The God makes him young, and gives him his Peter pan outfit, or something similar, cause he could make it later. The God announces that he is to be called Peter from now on to signify his change for the better in the isles.

Pan comes later, when he starts using a pan flute.

Evelyn and Caleb in this au never really had a romantic relationship anyway. With Calebs powers and training to use them hes not around her much either so their friendship fades. He feels more free and acts like a child. He thinks like a child.

Tinkerbell he meets later. If his flight comes from tinkerbell, as I'm still learning about Peter pan, it would turn out it didn't originally actually. The God gave it to him. Also, any other powers came from becoming a god. Like I think he might be able to mind read in the play.

His backstory he gives in the Peter pan stories isn't actually true. They are false memories built by his real memories mixing together and being modified. Part of his godness causes this memory changing, so that he never remembers more time than maybe about 4 times his physical age. Which is about 11. Anything else is just undesipherable flickers he misinterprets. (Just enough to remember Wendy.)

Neverland is a specific realm that is connected to Caleb's powers and follows his wants, for the most part. Straight on to the 2nd star to the right is really where an invisible tear in the realms is. He wants adventure? It creates captain hook and the pirates to fight. He wants a cool outdoor place? That's why it's an island. He hears of stories about fairies that arent like the isles fairies? Now they are real. The lost boys he actually found the same way he says he did though. That's why it's said Neverland comes to life when he returns.

Originally Caleb didn't have Peter pans flaws, however he had others. He shifted over time in personality due to the memory loss, like generations of a group of people and their culture.

His shadow moving on its own is one of his powers, designed to give him the ability to send it away as a scout. However, due to his now childish nature and time, his relationship with his shadow isn't good in the Peter pan story. It originally was good.

Similar to his entry into Wendy's house, when looking for his shadow, Caleb sneaks into Philips cave. (He had no clue philip found out about his relationship with Evelyn and followed. He just discovered he was there.) Philip and his reunion is odd. Maybe it's similar to the memory paintings, but it's not quite. He flys around a lot. He's also not sure how to handle the situation, especially since he lost maturity from the spell so that he would represent childhood.

Caleb's Peter pan in this isn't secretly crazy or evil. The story plot is like a mix between the play, musical, other play adaptations, and the movies. (The early versions of the story are bad in certain ways. The isles were quite good, and that hasnt left him, so the classics plot has none of that.)

The reason Peter pan has elf/witch ears is because his ears slowly changed to reflect his magical nature.

He's friends with the collector. The Collector just happens to be a child god however, whereas he's the god of childhood, so the collector will outgrow him eventually. He finds the collector and frees him by stealing Philips notes. He's friends with that stonesleeper actually, but he forgot about it when it fell asleep for 50 or so years somewhere on neverland, and in the most recent happenings, has yet to wake up. The Collector goes off somewhere in space to do what he wants. (Caleb kept him from destroying or hurting the isles.) Philip never becomes Belos.

It's mentioned in some sources that Peter pan has nightmares from his suppressed memories. That's true for Caleb Peter. He has nightmares about losing Evelyn, others, losing Philip, Philip, and his Gravesfield trauma.

Philips attempts to kill witches and that whole situation is a whole other can of worms that I will unpack later.

He looks like Disney Peter but with Caleb's face and hair, and owl house artstyle. He has disney Peter's ears.

He meets Luz and takes her to neverland. No crush is involved to be clear. Luz just wanted to get put of camp. Hunter does exist, but he's Luz's brother and looks different because he's related to her. He doesn't come to Neverland. He has no idea where Luz went.

The clawthorns like Eda and Lilith exist but they just look different as Evelyn had a different husband.

Neverland is the demon realm inspired. Caleb also still remembers the demon realm and uses the portal door, which he created, to go there often. He introduces Luz to the demon realm where due to his carelessness Luz gets lost and meets King and Eda. Somehow they still become family. Caleb joins in that family but insists on never growing up.

Caleb can't remember that kings a titan so they have no idea.

The owl deity theory could have the owl deity be that God that made him a god.

Caleb is immortal. He will not die.

Any ideas to add to this au? Also,

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kn0ckkn0ckneo · 7 months

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i'm sitting at my kitchen table trying to wrap my head around dots i've been connecting. just a moment ago i was speechless & i wanted to cry & i wanted to scream & i wanted to talk to somebody about what was going through my mind, but these matters are not to be shared w/just anyone. quite frankly, i think many would believe i've gone mad. i'm not quite sure where to begin with this, but i will give it my best shot. i found it important i document my discoveries/progress/experiences.. thoughts, feelings- all of it.

7 years ago i moved to cabo san lucas for the first time. one night i was talking on the phone w/i don't remember who, but i was walking up the hill going towards my house & i looked up at the sky & there were about 6 white, glowing orbs in the sky. they were a bit scattered & looked like very large stars. i didn't think much of it, i was on the phone & distracted walking up the hill. i looked down to watch my step but looked back up at the sky & the white orbs started to move & arrange themselves diagonally into a straight line. i remember stopping the person on the other line that was speaking & telling them what i was witnessing. i told them i would call them back because i wanted to record this on my phone. i opened the camera, & well, 7 years ago my android phone camera was a piece of crap. you couldn't see a damn thing. i watched these white orbs get into line & then they started to ascend further into the sky all together. they faded into the night slowly, but also happened fast. it almost seemed like time did not exist right then.

about 1yr 1/2 ago i got into deep meditation religiously. i was addicted to it because there was so much that was going on through meditation back then, spiritual awakening was a major theme for me. in one occasion when i was meditating i heard the word "freedom" from a male voice. his voice sounded so warm & so soothing. it woke me from my meditation & i couldn't stop thinking about it for the rest of the day. on another occasion not too far from that day i heard the word "Yasmite" from the same voice! i remember waking from meditation abruptly. i stood straight up from my seat, yanked off my blindfold & shot my eyes wide open. i immediately started to google this word & i kept getting stuff on Yosemite. but then i finally found a website that describes the meanings of names & Yasmite was on there. i could not believe what i had read. i will paste a part of it here:

"Yasmite meaning: Energy, helper, stimulator

Yasmite possesses a great sensitivity to higher vibrations and even psychic information. However, in order to find peace within themselves, they must learn to control this flow of energy. Yasmite possesses a bridge between the unconscious and conscious, giving them a unique ability to channel this power in ways that can be life-changing for themselves and those around them. Those with the name Yasmite have the potential to tap into a deep well of intuition and knowledge, and to use this power to bring about positive change in their lives and the lives of others. By learning to harness this power and use it for good, Yasmite can create a brighter future for themselves and those around them."

so i understood that Yasmite wasn't just a word, it's a name.. it's a whole person, an identity.

for several nights, not necessarily in a row or too close to each other, but somewhere between a span of 8 months more or less, i've been having dreams about quartz. different kinds of crystals, but a lot of them resemble the same type/shape. in one of my dreams i remember that the crystals i use to perform healing when i do reiki fell to the dirt & i reached down to grab them with dirt & all. it didn't make sense to me then, but it makes a lot of sense now. i'll tell you in a minute why. on another occasion, which i believe is the most recent of dreams related to crystals, i dreamt that i was traveling on the water of the ocean, very deep into the ocean, but not underneath it. in my dream i remembered my fear of the ocean, this is where i became aware that i was "dreaming," so i just remembered how the ocean always seems to want to swallow me aggressively whenever i am nearby, but then suddenly there crystals appeared through the ocean. they looked a lot like the angel aura crystals. they were purple, but they had the same shape that i usually see in my dreams. i woke up after that.

so, recently i started reading my Alien Races book again & this is where i kind of lost it. last night i started reading about Centaurian Systems & the race that specifically grabbed my attention were the Telosi (Telosii). The Telosii settled on Terra (earth) before the last Ice Age. Terrans often confuse them or remember them by Lemurians, but apparently this is not true. They happen to be more like the Atlanteans (from Atlantis), since their civilization extended in the Atlantic Ocean & it's shores!! THE OCEAN. the whole Centaurian colonies use crystals & gems w/their science & have cities built from them. the Telosii's mission is to help Terrans decode ancient knowledge. They are the ones behind the crop circles leaving geometrical clues guiding the decoding of a lost science. the Telosii are also behind the origin of the "Telosi Crystals," commonly & erroneously known as the "Lemurian Quartz. bitch, i fucking googled that shit & guess the fuck WHAT... ? the same damn crystals i've been seeing in my DREAMS!!! these crystals are encoded KEYS used to unlock ancient knowledge. wherever these crystals are found naturally, Telosii are nearby. the Telosii are an underground civilization & they have a plant based diet.

now, to conclude the Telosii discoveries, their ships. guess what shape their ships are. WHITE, GLOWING ORBS. they can also be discal, but they mainly travel in the orbs. i've seen these orbs in the desert as well & i've seen them over the ocean & under. but i will save that story for another time. what i need to figure out is how am i connected to the Centaurians/Telosii? the dirt with the crystals in my dreams... they were giving me hints about where this colony is. i still don't know what the purpose of all of this is, but i will find out soon. it's been years of this journey. the ETs, they don't reach out a whole lot, they have more important things to do than hang out w/the Terrans. however, my connection w/them has been more frequent now than it has ever been my whole life. i've had some engagements with the Anunnaki, an interference w/a Ciakahrr species for a second, Arcturians & some others i still have not figured out what their race is yet.

going back quickly to the Yasmite thing... i think that's my name. i've felt it in my gut ever since i heard it. honestly... i don't feel like i am here most of the time. it's almost like i'm in a whole other dimension. i feel like my frequency doesn't match anyone i've met. i think my friend Robert was probably the only one i could say was something beyond this world. i feel like one day, when i am ready, i am going to give myself to the ocean. idk why that just feels right. that is how i choose to go. i am going to give myself to the ocean. drowning doesn't sound fun, but i feel like i need to return there.

#alien #extraterrestrial #lemurian #tumblarians #writers on tumblr

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shitaboutloveisrandom · 2 years

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11th august 2k22

First post this year. The year started like shit because of my physical health. But more about that another time. I went on and on feeling a little bit better mentally. Some problems didn’t go away but some did. For example my anxiety became less, I didn’t have panic attacks for over 6 months. We, she, never mind. I didn’t have to take places and help. I was unnecessary. It was like going on holiday. Like watching a tv show you really like. A little bit of drama but not to much. But the past 6 weeks changed everything. I got to know Tobi, because apparently he’s a friend of my friends boyfriend. And he went to school with all of us. We connected really fast, on several levels. He said he liked things, that I liked. And so on. After 2 weeks of speaking we first met in person. All went well. We kissed. We became boyfriend and girlfriend on 6th of July 2022. I was happy. Really happy. Happier than ever. I mean SHE was happy but I was kinda happy too for her. I said I need a long time for like sexual stuff. He accepted it. Or not. First visit at home he started touching her boobs without permission. That was shit but we didn’t mind that much. She told him that maybe she was ready already. And from that point on there was nothing they did except for cuddling and sexual stuff, I mean, he did. He started it, even tho she said she doesn’t want to on that day. The first time this happened he apologized. The second time he didn’t anymore. And that went on. It didn’t lead to sex because he was physically not ready, which is from the perspective I have now really good. They didn’t have sex and so it went on. But then the sunny world started crackling. The pieces of the jigsaw fell apart. She noticed that he didn’t like some of the things he said he did. Not nice but ok. Then he started making comments on things which weren’t part of his business, not at all. Really not. When she told him to stop because it’s none of its business he didn’t take her seriously and made jokes about the topics. But when she told him one thing she didn’t like he was pissed directly. Immediately. REALLY pissed. He wanted to break up with her because of that. Stupid. The comments went on and on, out of nowhere to some of the topics. He wanted to change her. But she became strong. All of the years of pain were worth it for that moment. She didn’t accept what he wanted her to be. She said take me like I am or leave me. (in her head not directly to him but the message was clear) Then he showed her one screenshot which obviously showed that he talked to his friend about some topic she didn’t wanted him to talk about to ANYBODY. When she asked him about that he said he didn’t talk about that. But in fact he did. The same day he asked her if they could talk soon she agreed because she’s seen the damages he has already started. She had anxiety again. Was afraid to do something wrong to lose him. Was having panic attacks. Very many. The fucking pressure she was under. Telling her she is too fat to fit in that one boxer (she did fit) was also really bad for her body image. One day later she found out that the one topic he told his friend about wasn’t the only one. There were several topics he told him about. And at least one other topic she told him explicitly not to talk to anybody. That was when her last trust in men faded. In this man. ‘Love is when you give advance in trust knowing it could destroy you’ That was, or better is the case. She’s broken. Broken. Next day, they met for talking. He had 2 points to talk about, one was an misunderstanding and one was absolut unnecessary. She had 7 point on her list. But before she talked about the last one she asked him if he really had nothing to confess. He didn’t. She asked him about tea spilling. He was confused. Calling his friend a snitch. She told him that it was predictable that his friend would spill the tea too and that he is the real snitch for ignoring her saying she doesn’t want anyone to know. He didn’t get that. She told him she knows about several topics they talked about. He didn’t get his fault. 1

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Nunnally looked at the mirror. Was she looking good enough? “Expensive” enough but not overwhelming? After a short while of hesitation, she put her long fair hair up into a bun and added a hair pin to finish her attire. She looked at the clock. It was not long until he was to arrive. Akio. Her fiancé. How odd! She would have never expected that would truly happen to her. But there she was engaged to a man she hardly knew. Nunnally was thinking about rebelling against her father’s will, but she knew she stood no chance. So, instead of opposing the reality, she decided to try and make as much as she could out of her situation. She was not sure what impression she made on Akio when they formally met. When their engagement was announced. It seemed it was their first meeting, although they did see each other before.

Nunnally looked at the mirror again. She was pretty and she knew it. But she was a bit naïve. And she also knew that. But she firmly believed they were not the first arranged couple. Why couldn’t they be happy? They can like each other…they can even love each other… Perhaps Akio also did not have that much choice. She had heard some rumours about him and his father.

She heard voices in the entrance hall. A hesitation crept into her heart, but there was nothing else to do but to go downstairs. Everything what she prepared in advance, somehow, faded away before she saw Akio. He looked cold and distant. Perhaps as if he did not want to be there. But Nunnally simply brushed off these feelings. Perhaps he felt as uncomfortable as she did…? Although he did not look like that to her.

“I…I am happy to see you again.” – she put a smile on her face; it was not entirely genuine one, but it was not a fake one either – “I am ready to go.” – what else should she say now? Nunnally just wanted to leave and have a chance to talk with him alone. Perhaps then it would be easier to have some decent conversation. She tried not to think that her father was watching them and focus on Akio – “How did you know I have wanted to visit that new place by the river?” – she did not really care, but it was a nice thing to say? She would prefer to go for a walk, but perhaps he expected she didn’t!? They were strangers, but she was planning to change that. Starting today.

(“Just let us be alone. I am sure everything will turn better if we can simply talk?”)

Rough fingers comb through dark messy locks. Swiftly wears a clean shirt that has been laid out on the armchair in his office, his secretary was very tentative and if it wasn't for her Akio would have been a real mess throughout the day. He was thankful or rather... it was convenient having her around. Convenient to have capable people around him. He didn't care much for feelings and connections as long as he could gain something from them.

With a sigh, he slipped into his black coat and headed towards the exit. He grabbed a car key without paying much attention to it and took the elevator that led him to his garage. He wasn't in the mood of paying attention to detail today, he preferred to have this done as fast as possible in order to proceed with his day. He thought it was a loss of time if it hadn't been for the connections he was going to gain.

It didn't take long to reach Nunnally's place, waiting as he was told for the <<lady of the house>> to arrive, he found the opportunity to dive his large hand in his pocket and fish out a cigar that soon pressed against his rough lips. He savoured the first inhale and licked the corner of his mouth. Seems the cold had bled his lower lip that had erupted like a volcano.

Dark orbs darted at the silhouette that made an entrance and he took in all that was in front of him. The idea of a woman dolling up just for him was quite entertaining. He was tempted to flirt yet the situation didn't allow any miscalculation, and that was already a bummer to his libido who was always hungry, howling like a wolf that was out hunting.

"Likewise." he muttered under his breath with his deep voice and offered his arm so that they could walk together towards his car. Akio wasn't a man of detail and usually subtle moves were a hit-and-miss with him, yet he did follow the general courtship rules. Thus opening the car door for the Miss to sit and closed it behind her, and then only did he go to his side. Finally, away from her father's judging eyes just the two of them, he replied (not everything was for everyone's ears.).

"I heard it was a really popular place among the ladies." but that was a lie of course. It was again his secretary who had planned the date for him, even down to the smallest detail. "But if you prefer another place tell me." he paused to glance at her with the corner of his eyes before he finished his sentence "Nunally." her name had a gentle ring to it, contrary to the mouth it had just escaped from.

#( aki // ic )#lured-into-wonderland #(waaah finally i'm so sorry i took forever to reply Q^Q)

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Hello! Your Nikolai fic tranquility is so beautiful! Can you write more for Nikolai? Maybe the opposite with reader having a nightmare? Or whatever you want just please give me more! If you have a tagging list I'd love to be included btw :)

A/n hii!! first off,, thank you! i was a little nervous about writing him for the first time,, but i love him so much (even though i love a good villain/morally grey character in love i think nikolai would probably make the least toxic bf in the grishaverse lol)

you gave me a little too much freedom here lol bc i have so many ideas for him!! lowkey might need to give him a longer fic/series soon when i catch up with requests!! WOW THIS FIC IS SO LONG AND FOR WHAT

Summary: Reader is a handmaid who has grown up assisting Nikolai. Through the years, the two have developed a special relationship that most definitely breaks royal protocol--they’re best friends and rivals on a good day, and dangerously close to being something more the second either of them is remotely upset or extremely happy. Learning about the fact that Nikolai was almost engaged to Alina (a good friend of yours) and being reminded of the fact that as royalty Nikolai has many prospects (both serious women worthy of his title and women only suitable for trysts meant to relieve tension) has you both realizing something you should have years ago.

Word count: 31210

Warnings: disclaimer--may not be the most cannon thing ever,, but i wanted the ‘child of the help competes and falls in love with the child of royalty’ energy okay?? Lol

I could do a whole blurb series with this dynamic nikolai x reader,, like just stories of them growing up together and randomly realizing they might like each other romantically?? I probably shouldn’t rn but i ADORE this trope.

The perfection of the room is disappointing. Idle hands, idle thoughts--so I work to smooth out a perfect duvet. Still, the thoughts come--aggressive and unavoidable. It’s silly, maybe even sad, to feel possessive over something that’s never been yours, something that could never be yours, but the harder I fight off the feeling the stronger it grows. Jealousy is a weed growing quickly in my chest, vile roots planted firmly in my heart.

Normally my favorite part of the day would be waiting for Nikolai to return to his room in the palace after dinner and his evening duties. He’s always a bit softer in the evenings, during my last check-in of the day. I’m normally thrilled to be done organizing his room early because that means the second he arrives there will be no distraction. Most evenings, he’ll find me perched in the seat by his bed, reading. He’ll mock-scold me for daring to defy his orders and reading ahead from the book we both take turns reading aloud from each night. He then warns me that I better react exactly the way I did when I first read it or else. That threat is always followed by a gentle laugh.

Tonight I’m in no mood for our nightly banter or even our nightly reading. My mother had warned me of the dangers of getting too comfortable with the royal family. I should have heeded that warning when she first gave it to me, the morning she found Nikolai and I fast asleep on a couch in the library as children. The palace likes to bring up the children of the staff by training them to attend to the next generation of royals. It makes the staff more efficient, a lifetime of knowing what someone wants makes you better for them. It also creates some level of connection, making betrayal a little less likely. Nikolai and I might have taken it farther than most. But now I want a reminder of the way we’re supposed to be--maybe if I detach now the bleeding of my heart won’t kill me. That has to remain secret, because if I explain it to Nikolai something in me will break. The one line between us will be crossed.

This will be the sixth secret I’ve kept from Nikolai in my entire life.

The secrets:

I don’t know why I was picked for Nikolai. I wasn’t particularly skilled, but still, the day came when my mother was told that I now worked directly for the Lantsov boy. It’s an honor, a true one, but my mother had been a little nervous. To whom much is given, much is expected--and I detested Nikolai. Not for being a prince, but for being a prince who thought girls couldn’t race or fight.

The day my mother came looking for me because I never showed up for dinner and she found Nikolai and I attempting to fight in the way only a ten-year-old girl and eleven-year-old boy would, she had looked truly mortified. Nikolai had only laughed, either oblivious to my mother’s embarrassment or uncaring about it. He had then hugged me--an expression of care that had left me reeling. I saw him more as a rival than someone to tend to, but in that moment I saw him as a friend. Even more so when he told me he didn’t want me to go yet and that he was upset that so much of the day had been wasted by studies that kept him with boring people and away from me. And then he invited me to his lessons--my mother was quick to attempt to decline politely, but the desires of a prince at any age outweigh that of a mother.

After that, everyone kind of just stopped trying to remind us of our propriety. The tutor at first was concerned about my presence, but Nikolai remained stubborn. I wasn’t a big enough deal to cause an argument, so I began to attend lessons with him almost every day, only staying away when my mother needed aid with laundry or cleaning. His parents must have been somewhat aware of our friendship, but they must have been oblivious to our closeness because it was never mentioned.

My mother’s worry began to ease, she’d even started to take some pride when I’d come to our room proudly proclaiming that I scored two marks higher than Nikolai. She did, however, warn that it might be more tactful to let him score higher.

The comment was casual, just a suggestion, but it left me feeling wrong. It was the first time since we met that I had thought about our different statuses. I didn’t tell him--and that was the first secret I ever kept from him.

As we grew, we traded physical competition for academic rivalry, trying to best each other in both lessons and games of strategy like chess and cards. But with growing comes responsibility. Nikolai started to have obligations that were meant to be private. I couldn’t follow him at all times. But he’d always come back from locked door meetings grinning like he carried schoolyard gossip instead of government secrets. He shared everything with me, even when I playfully warned against it.

He’d always step closer when I teased that perhaps he shouldn’t tell me everything. And then he’d say, “If I can’t trust you, then I can’t trust anyone--and I don’t want to live in a world like that.” Often, he’d give my hand a light squeeze before moving on like he had not said anything intimate.

On a day in which Nikolai was in one of those meetings, I became a woman. When I first saw the blood, I had been horrified--but my mother was quick to explain that it was natural. She said that I was now a woman, a wonderful thing, really--but a thing that came with obligations. She told me that I could no longer have the impromptu ‘sleepovers’ with Nikolai unless he ordered it. I told her he’s never ordered me to do anything for him.

She didn’t ease, something in her had started to become nervous again. My mother had recently started to act the way she did when Nikolai and I first became friends. I didn’t want to fall asleep in Nikolai’s bed while I was bleeding, but I didn’t want to never have another sleepover with him again. Especially not when she refused to explain why being a woman changed so much.

I had decided to avoid Nikolai as much as possible until the sting of my mother’s new rule faded. Unfortunately, that night Nikolai was extra talkative--excited as he insisted I stay for a little longer. Soon, I found his familiar good naturedness melting away my nerves and before I knew it I was laughing in the middle of the night. When my eyelids started to feel heavy, I had moved from the chair, ready to head back to my room.

Nikolai had looked at me oddly before he asked why would I leave so late when it would be easier for me to just sleepover? It was an innocent question, he did not know about my change and I had wanted to keep it that way.

I tried playing coy, but Nikolai has always had a talent for getting around my better judgement. I don’t recall exactly how it happened, but I remember him standing in front of me. It was the first time I noticed how much had actually changed over the years--he was now taller than me for the first time in his life. His hair had started to grow a little longer, golden and soft-looking--and his face seemed much more angular. But he had not lost his boyish charm.

“Y/n?” My name fell softly from his lips, and that was the first time I had ever noted the fullness of them. I didn’t understand why I considered that something worth noting. “Did I do something to make you mad at me?”

Perhaps I had been a little curt--nerves and hormones had left me not feeling like myself. I didn’t tell him about the bleeding, I couldn’t. That became the second secret I kept from him--but I did tell him that my mother had told me I was a woman now, and that women can’t have sleepovers. Not with those of the opposite gender. I made no effort to hide my confusion because I expected him to be as perplexed as I was. But he was not confused--in fact, he had the audacity to laugh. My face flushed, but I did not know why.

“Why is that funny?” Maybe he thought I was still too much of a child to be considered a woman. I assumed it a fair assumption, I had not grown the way he had--my shoulders had not become sturdier and I had not become particularly broader. Still, I would rather melt into the floor than tell him about the reason my mother now considered me a woman. “My mother did say that, and I don’t know what being a ‘woman’ has to do with staying in your room at night.” Something strange had crossed over his features then, something much more brooding than I was used to.

I had blinked at him as unexplained nerves pooled in my stomach. Perhaps that look would have been enough to keep me silent if he had managed to not grin. That self-assured grin that had always challenged me. “Well since you know everything about my mother now, maybe you can tell me why she’s been acting strange. She’s starting to act the way she did when we first became friends.” I expected him to at least pretend to be worried. Perhaps his parents had spoken to her and had mentioned wanting our friendship to end. But his grin had only grown. Pride left me angry. “She did say that I could stay if you ordered it--but I’m glad you’ve never ordered me to do anything, so I can leave right now because you’re acting as odd as her. I don’t understand what you could find funny about our friendship ending.”

He had stopped me from storming out of his room by placing one hand on the wall between me and the door. “Y/n, don’t be cross--I’ll explain it all, I promise.” Angry pride made me want to storm away from him, but curiosity and something unknown and warm kept me in place. “Do you remember when we read the play about the rival families, how the two main characters had kissed?”

I remembered that part of the play especially well. The concept of kissing so casually, outside of marriage, had been jarring to me. “Yes.”

“Now that we’re older, your mother must be worried that we might do that.” He paused before leaning against the arm he placed on the wall to keep me from leaving a little more. “Kiss.”

The clarification was not needed--in that brief pause, I had allowed myself to imagine no distance between our lips. Something in me burned with embarrassment when I realized that some part of me found the thought appealing. The only thing I wanted in that moment was assurance that Nikolai would never know I felt that. That was my third secret, and the weight of it was heavy against my chest.

Still, though, all of my confusion had not yet left. “Is there much harm in a kiss?”

The question had left an odd smile on his lips. “There’s potential harm in what it could lead to for the woman, but not so much for the man.” He exhaled slowly as my face tensed. He could always read me too well because he was quick to add, “What it could lead to isn’t a bad thing, it’s meant to be pleasurable, but it’s serious.” I did not understand, but a part of me was starting to grow okay with that. Nikolai’s voice had started to become lower than ever, and his gaze remained tense. Perhaps if I accepted the confusion for now, things could go back to normal. If the conversation ended, I could stop thinking of his lips and his hands and what it would mean for them to touch me. “It’s considered a vice, like drinking or gambling.” The additional comment helped more than it should have. A vice--not scary and not painful, but not something to indulge in. That’s enough explanation for now. “If you want to know, I won’t deny you.”

I appreciated the offer tremendously. The vice that comes after kissing is clearly something that’s been intentionally kept from me. It’s something he was privy to that I was not, and he offered it to me like so much else. But if knowledge that my mother feared us kissing made me think of his lips, then I doubted I could handle knowing what comes after kissing.

“I’ll let you know when I want to know, but I appreciate the offer.” It felt like a fair response. His snarky grin came back immediately. Irritation rooted itself in my stomach. I hated not knowing more than him for once, but I still had one question I could not relinquish. “But what does that vice have to do with orders?”

At that, his smugness faltered. “It’s not unheard of, for princes and handmaids--for a prince to obligate a handmaid in order to fulfill his vice. Though many handmaids fill the vice of their own will for benefits.

The explanation left him like a confession. I didn’t understand his hesitance--it’s not like he’d ever make me do anything I didn’t want to do. Even when I worked, he was hesitant to ask me to go out of my way to bring him a glass of water. And I couldn’t imagine gaining anything from offering Nikolai something I didn’t really understand. I wasn’t naive to the fact that my life had more privileges than many palace servants. “Oh.”

His eyes hardened. “You know I’d never--”

“I know.” It was finally easy to smile again. “I never thought otherwise.” Something in him seemed to ease at that, his eyes went from hard to warm in less than a second.

I had no more questions for him and I was also no longer a flight risk, but Nikolai did not move. He did not step back to create a more appropriate distance and he did not drop his arm. His gaze, however, did move--dropping downwards, and slightly away from my eyes. I did the same, my eyes falling to his lips.

The silence between us began to make me feel like something in me was in danger of overflowing. “Then I guess my mother is once again worrying for no reason.” Strangely, I did not feel the need to feel embarrassed about staring at his lips. “Because I would never particularly want to kiss you, Nikolai Lantsov.”

The comment was meant to be teasing, a joke to clear away unknown tension. I should have known better than to challenge his pride because he instinctually moved his hand off the wall and beneath my chin. I did not flinch when he tilted my head upwards slightly with his fingers. “I could get you to want to kiss me if I wanted to.”

Three secrets in one night. I did not think I could bear a fourth one. “Hm…” The ground we treaded on felt unstable, but something in me trusted Nikolai to not let me falter. “I should--I should go before I give my mother anymore cause to worry.”

His fingers had brushed down my chin easily as he dropped his hand. “I’ll see you tomorrow morning.”

And that he did. The days passed without mention of the last time he asked me to sleepover. It was as if nothing had changed except now I found myself noting things I most definitely did not want to note. These didn’t feel like individual secrets because it felt easy to group each admirational thought into one secret. Soon, that became my new normal--easy banter, easy touches of hands, and easy yet silent admirations of his beauty.

I never wandered too hard about what the vice that kissing can lead to entailed. I didn't particularly want to know, but knowing that I could ask Nikolai at any time brought a sense of security to me. But besides that, I never thought of that conversation until the day I was asked to look for Nikolai because he was late for dinner.

That in itself was odd, most of the time when Nikolai was late it was because he was with you. I checked his room, two other rooms he was known to frequent, and then finally the library. First, I noticed a handmaid two years older than me. I was finally at an age when one begins to compare their beauty to those around them, and I recognized the girl as gorgeous. She was better endowed than me, physically, and she always seemed fun. And then I noticed Nikolai, standing closer to her than I’ve ever seen him stand to anyone. His expression was serious as the girl giggled.

Nikolai’s expression shifted from tense to shocked when he saw me. “Y/n.”

It took me a moment longer than it should have to realize what I had interrupted. Guilt and jealousy were quick to twist in my stomach. “Dinner--your parents sent me to look for you.”

He was quick to walk around the girl, who was quick to glare at me. I attempted to disappear down the hall after mumbling a quick apology, but Nikolai was faster than me.

“Y/n,” he did not hesitate to grab my wrist.

It shouldn’t have irked me the way it did, after all, neither of us had ever really hesitated to touch each other. I had always reached for him when I wanted him, and he had done the same. But the thought of the same hands that touched the most beautiful girl I had ever seen on me left me bitter in a way I didn’t understand.

Still, I pushed through all of that. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt anything, your mother asked me to look for you because she assumed you’d be with me when you were late to dinner. I didn’t think that there’d be--”

“You didn’t interrupt anything.” The words came out flat as his eyes took on the same quality they did the night he explained my mother’s concern to me. “Valaria wishes there was something to interrupt, but there wasn’t.”

Oh. I refused to let the correction inflate me. “Would you like me to not come to your room tonight?”

The offer felt awkward to make. “No,” the answer came quickly, “In fact, go there now--I want to see you right after dinner. I’ve missed you today.” The instruction left my face feeling warm. “We could read an extra chapter of our book if you’d like.”

Despite myself, I grinned. “Yes.”

“Looking forward to it.”

True to his word, Nikolai was quick to return to his room. He had come back to me eagerly, going out of his way to squeeze my shoulder as he entered the room.

I opened the book to the chapter we had left off on, but before I could start reading, Nikolai stopped me. “Sit next to me?”

The question came softly. It had been some time since we sat next to each other on his bed. Still, I moved off of the chair and to his bed. Something in me longed for the familiar closeness of childhood. I allowed him to play with my fingers as I read.

“You know you could take one night off from me if you wanted to.” The admission left me softly, part of unsure if he was still paying attention to my words. “She was pretty, it wouldn’t have hurt my feelings if you told me you wanted me to not come tonight.”

Nikolai exhaled easily, squeezing my fingers once. “I said I wanted to see you and I meant it.”

It took all of my energy to push past the way his words made my stomach leap. “In general, if you ever--”

Nikolai cut me off by laying his head on my lap the way he used to. “I don’t want to talk about this anymore.” It was the first time in years that he spoke to me in a way that acknowledged his authority. “Keep reading please.”

And that was the last time we had ever mentioned other handmaids in that context. The fifth secret I ever kept from him was the way I worried that one day that would change.

The door creaks open while I’m in the middle of fluffing an already pristine pillow. Nikolai steps into the room, but I continue to work.

“Darling,” he breathes too easily, “Today has been painful.” I straighten, looking at him as casually as I can manage. “And now I have to deal with you being mad at me.”

Damn him and his ability to read me with one look. “I’m not mad.”

“You know you can’t lie to me,” he sighs, stepping forward, “We’ve known each other too long for that.”

I press my lips together, irrational anger pushing itself into me at an odd angle. “We’ve also known each other too long to keep secrets.”

His eyebrows draw together, a look so quizzical I’m reminded of our schooling days. “What secrets have I kept from you?”

Mentioning that had been a mistake. I exhale as flatly as possible. “I shouldn’t have mentioned it.” My dismissal only has Nikolai’s expression hardening. I drop my gaze. “Unless you need something, I’m retiring my services for the evening.”

I take a reluctant step towards the door, eyes attached to the floor. “Y/n,” his voice is gentle. “What is it?”

“It’s nothing, I’m just tired.” Please let that be at least somewhat believable. “I’m sure I’ll feel more like myself in the morning.” I take another step, a little more assured. Nikolai’s hand is on my shoulder before I can escape. “Nikolai--”

“Y/n,” his voice is that of velvet, “I can’t have you be mad at me. Not now.”

Sighing, I meet his gaze. The tiredness I see behind his eyes is almost enough to chase away my nerve. What I’d give to be able to melt into our familiar routine. “Then you should have told me you were almost engaged to a literal Saint--the same literal Saint who’s one of my closest friends.”

Nikolai’s expression shifts as his hand drops from my shoulder slowly, fingers brushing down my arm before he finally intertwines our fingers. I bite my tongue to avoid squeezing his hand, but I don’t move to separate us either. He studies me silently, eyebrows drawn together. The longer he stares, the more whatever turmoil he’s experiencing seems to dissipate. After a minute of silence, I can read his expression perfectly. His lips are pressed together in that coy way--the way he only looks when he’s suppressing a smile.

I loathe him for it. “Nikolai Lantsov, don’t you dare laugh--not after what you did. Do you have any idea what it felt like to have Alina casually mention the fact that you almost married her casually? Like that was common knowledge to everyone but me?”

My words break away the last of his self control. He grins, flashing his annoyingly perfect teeth. “Do you have any idea what it feels like for me to want nothing more than to see you and then you let me believe something may actually be wrong when the only issue is your jealousy?”

The amusement in his tone is like poison to me. I find the strength to jerk my hand away from him. “I am not jealous.” He laughs; I am further enraged. “I am not.” The genuineness of my anger must finally register on some level, because he tries to suppress his smile. “I have every right to be mad at my best friend for not telling me that he was almost married.”

“We didn’t exactly come close,” he manages, expression still much too light for my taste. “I’m glad for Alina’s sake, I’m not sure being a Saint would be enough to protect her.”

He is infuriating. “I’m not sure anything you have will be enough to protect you.”

Something in his gaze shifts, softening the tilt of his mouth. “I don’t doubt that.”

I don’t know what I expected from him--but not this. I thought he’d be at least somewhat apologetic. “You should have told me.”

“I would have if I felt it was significant.”

“I’m your best friend--your marriage is significant to me. And even though it’s not like you’re engaged to her right now, you should have told me. You know I talk to Alina all the time.”

He sighs once, a hint of apology threatening to ghost over his eyes. “If I knew not knowing would have upset you so much I would have told you. I was--I was just so excited to be around you again I didn’t see much relevance in anything that didn’t involve you.”

The intensity that Nikolai regards me with is enough to wither all of my fury. But without my anger, I am left spiraling in emotion that I’ve been pushing against for years. My mother’s warning about relationships with those above us rings in my ears--sharp and headache inducing. I am still when he reaches for my hand again, but I do no allow myself to return the gentle squeeze of his fingers.

“I’m not sure much outside of you has significance.” He’s giving me a look I am familiar with. A look he often uses to chase away my anger.

Without my anger, I have nothing to keep me from melting into him, indulging in his presence fully. It’s so easy with him and I blinded myself to the danger of that. He may not be marrying Alina, but one day he will marry someone. A person worthy of his status--and what would I be left doing? Washing their laundry? Tearing up when I dusted the library and came across a book we had read together? Enough damage has already been done--I need to cut myself with this blade now in hopes of making sure I can one day recover.

He will get married one day, and nothing will be the same. And that’s a good thing--he deserves the love of a princess or queen. I want his happiness, even if it’s not with me. But some vindictive part of me hopes that some part of him will miss me. That some part of him will be dulled without me.

I’m a fool--he will remember me as the handmaid from his youth. The girl who made him laugh once or twice before he grew up. I force my hand out of his grasp. “You can’t win me over with words every time.” I need to get out of here before he says something that makes me lose all resolve. “Tomorrow morning I’ll be here to prepare you for breakfast.”

“Y/n.”

I step forward, refusing to look at him. “Goodnight.”

He sighs, his hand quick to grab my arm. Before I can question him I feel myself pulled back. I expect him to pull me just close enough so that I have to meet his gaze. He continues, pulling me sharply before placing a quick hand on my shoulder, forcing me down. My back hits his bed.

I sit up as soon as the reality of what just happened seeps into my mind. “Nikolai, what in the Saints--”

“If you’re going to act like a child, I’m going to treat you like one.”

I scoff, thoughts of escaping him put on hold by the principle of pride. Fine. I’ll beat him one last time, and then I’ll let us separate. I shove him. He laughs--of course this is funny to him. He got to keep fighting past the age of about eleven. His laughter adds to my anger, I move to shove him again, but he catches my wrist easily. I struggle against his hold, shoving him a third time with my still free hand. He pushes me slightly. That’s all it takes to unleash familiar habits.

Our small fight is hardly fair. He has all the advantage--more training, and he’s standing above me. When I finally make a move that might give me some success, Nikolai leans forward. He practically tackles me, his weight forcing me flat against the bed.

I move an arm, ready to push him off of me. Nikolai snags my wrists, holding them above my head. “This means I win.” I roll my eyes, anger returning.

“Let me go.”

He sighs tiredly, but the smugness radiating off of him is suffocating. “Admit that you were jealous.”

There are a lot of things I am willing to do for him--but never that. I cannot give him the one separation I still have. “I wasn’t.”

“Then why are you mad?”

I press my lips together. “I told you--”

“Do you really think you could lie to me?”

“You don’t know me that well.”

Nikolai moves his freehand, touching my chin as a way to ask me to look at him. I meet his gaze hesitantly. “Yes, I do, and that’s never bothered you before but it does now.”

Maybe this is a conversation better had bluntly. “It bothers me now because you’re too old to hold onto the daughter of a palace handmaid and I’m too old to pretend that our different statuses don’t matter.”

“Y/n,” he breathes, “Nothing’s changed. Status didn’t matter to me when we were children, and it doesn’t matter to me now.”

“You can afford to say things like that.”

“What good is my title if it means I can’t,” he pauses, eyes hesitant, “If I can’t keep things the same between us?”

I smile, the sadness of the look weighs on me and I can’t even see it. “Nikolai, you always knew things would change.”

“No, I--”

“You can’t tell me you think your future wife would like you having such a close relationship with a handmaid.” I press my lips together. “One day you’ll fall in love and get married and you’ll want me to leave your bedchamber as soon as dinner is over because you’ll be eager to spend time with your wife.” His gaze hardens. “And that’s not a bad thing. It’s actually a really good thi--”

The last syllable of my sentence dies in my throat. Nikolai, who must be possessed by something, leans down and presses his lips against mine. I beg myself to resist, but his gentleness is everything I’ve ever wanted. He releases my hands in favor of holding my face. That’s all it takes--my hands move without my permission, into his hair--pulling him closer to me. What am I doing? I’m insane. Placing my hands on his chest cautiously, I push just slightly. He’s quick to obey, pulling away while allowing his teeth to brush against my bottom lip.

I gape at him--taking in his now slightly swollen lips. “Nikolai.” He can’t do this to me. We’re friends. Despite the fact that I’ve loved him more than I should--we’re friends. “You’re being extremely unfair.”

He draws his eyebrows together, sitting up quickly and moving off of me. “I’m being unfair? I have spent my entire life loving y--”

I sit up, furious in a new way. “You have not!” This is the dumbest I have ever been. I move to stand, still feeling the softness of his lips against mine.

“Your tooth fell out.” The sharpness of his words forces me to still.

“What?”

I can’t bring myself to turn and look at him, but I’ve always been able to feel any heaviness he bears. The weight of it leaves little room for air in my lungs. “You were ten. I told you ‘girls couldn’t fight’ so you punched me in the face. That was the first time we ever fought--I didn’t mean to hit you in the face, but you moved. You moved and I hit you in the mouth and your last baby tooth fell out. I expected you to cry or get angry, but you just blinked at me and laughed. You were happy to lose your last baby tooth because it meant you were grown up. And then you smiled and asked me if you looked older. If anything, the gap in your smile made you look younger but I told you that you looked like a grown-up because I wanted you to keep smiling. Because your smile made me feel like I won something.” I turn on my heels, but I cannot meet his gaze. “That was the moment I fell in love with you--so don’t tell me I haven’t spent my entire life loving you.”

The weight of his words is harder to survive against than the heaviness of his feelings. “Nikolai, you know we can’t ever be together--”

“Why not?”

“Don’t act like you don’t know,” I manage, voice low, “You almost married the Sun Summoner--”

“That was political--”

“Exactly, your marriage is meant to be political, and if it happens to be out of love--which is what I hope you get, because it is what you deserve--it will be to someone of status.”

Nikolai stands, the movement is that of a king, not the boy I know. “I do not want status or to love someone else--I want you.”

“I can’t take that from you--”

“You can’t take anything from me because I’ve already given it all to you.”

I press my lips together, heart tearing for him. “I love you too much to ruin you.”

My words seem to snap something in him because his eyes darken, the way he watches me adjusting accordingly. “You can’t ruin something that’s always been yours.”

I let myself smile. At him. At his words. At the foolish hope the child in me has clung to after all of these years. I reach for him thoughtlessly, because I have the right to. Because I’ve always had the right to. He’s quick to respond, kissing me with much more security than before.

This time, he pulls away of his own regard. “You still haven’t admitted that you were jealous.”

His teasing smugness isn’t as sour to me anymore. “I wasn’t.”

Nikolai pulls me towards him easily, lips threatening to brush against me, warm breath against my face. “Are you sure, darling? You were awfully quick to claim what’s yours.”

I roll my eyes, grinning so widely I’m surprised my face doesn’t yet hurt. “You’re the one that fell for a ten-year-old girl with a bloody mouth.”

When he smiles back at me, he places a hand on my hip, pulling me forward slightly. “That I did.” He pulls me forward slightly. "Does this mean you can sleep in here again?"

"If anything, this is more reason for me to sleep in another room." He rolls his eyes, pulling me even closer. "But I won't tell if you don't."

Nikolai leans forward, pressing his lips to my forehead. "Deal."

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rcksmith · 3 years

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Secret — Five Hargreeves

Requests: “For Five Hargreeves — can I get 97, 91 28 and 35 for a heavy smut? And 40 from fluff? If it isn’t too much trouble!”

“If it’s not too much trouble could I do 40,53 & 91 from the smut prompts for Five ty honey 💕”

Smut prompts:

28. “Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?”

35. “Try to keep quiet. We don’t want to get caught.”

40. “I guess I’ll just get off all by myself.”

53. “Well, since you want to cum so badly, why don’t we see how many times I can make you cum right now.

91. “guess i'll just have to cum in you then’

97. “You know, you always look so much better when I mark you up.”

Fluff prompts:

40. “Come cuddle.”

A/N: We not tolerate any pedophilia here !!

I write about Five with their 20s. I write the same about the characters of Harry Potter.

I hope you guys like💖I decided to compile these two requests, since they were the same central plot. I added all the elements that were asked for individually, and made sure that all ideas were respected and written down. Good reading.

Guys, I really understand who doesn’t feel comfortable reading or writing Five’s smut. But I always say that I only write with him (any genre: romance, fluff or angst) with the notion that Five is 20 years old here. All of my fanfics mention swearing or sex, even if it is a memory or something shallow, but as I am writing with Five as an adult, it is consistent that the fic has aspects of an adult life.//

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are open. Love you ❤️

Couple: Five Hargreeves / Fem! Reader.

Warnings: explicit heavy smut, swearing, fluff too.

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It was one of those warm nights, which carry a searing and heaving sensation in the back, which had a malicious tone in the air, which stirs your body to choose bad decisions, making your hands itch and your heart racing for something...intense. It was one of those hours that passed midnight, that breath was heavy with the expectation of something extraordinary, that skin prickled just with the images in mind.

And you were in that state. Heart pounding heavily, yearning for something, caustic breathing, the environment with an energy of lust. Well, at least you was like that.

Five did not share your line of reasoning, or, if he were not oblivious to the malicious moonlight that rose in the sky, he was pretending very well. Sipping a margarita at the bar in the Hargreeves mansion, with calculations in front of him taking all his attention. Normally, you loved that he focused on his own things. But now... you were seething with something that only Five could placate.

It was a few months ago that you went from just being friends with his siblings to someone he fucked hard at night. The sexual energy between the two of you was very strong, and it was very easy to make bad decisions when the bad decision in question was so fucking hot.

Five Hargreeves did things to you. You wouldn't know how to explain it with clear phrases, but his gaze made you shiver, his body made a very specific part in the middle of your legs vibrate, and his voice and that self-centered smile... God!

It was no accident that you surrendered. You would have surrendered to that battle a million times.

“Five.” You sighed softly, taking a sip from your own drink. “Can't you do this tomorrow?”

“No. I am close to solving this.”

You controlled yourself not to roll your eyes. You were never the most needy type, especially with people as reserved as Five, but, damn it, you were on fire. It was logical that you could go out and choose someone to placate that, but that would trigger many things between Five and you. He hated that you were with someone else, even though he himself didn't assuming out to you.

It are a delicate situation, you were friends with all the Hargreeves siblings, and it would be a racket if they knew that their brother was fucking one of theys best friends.

The warm evening breeze came in through the window and collided with the chill of the drink running down your throat, awakening even more lustful anxieties.

“Five..." You purred, got up from the armchair on the counter, still behind Five and slid your hands over his shoulders "Maybe...you might want to finish this later.” You whispered at the foot of his ear.

Even without seeing him, you could feel that he was letting go of one of his arrogant and malicious smiles. Five rotated the seat to be face to face with you, his legs spread wider to accommodate you between them.

“And what are you going to do to distract me?” That same defiant, boastful voice.

But the look he gave you made a shock of desire reverberate through your body. Five wanted to play? Okay, you were going to play a game whit him.

“Why did you…” you leaned forward gently, resting one hand on his hot thigh, leaving your cleavage exposed “don't try guess?”

You realized that he had swallowed hard, even though his posture had remained unwavering. Five looked down at you cleavage, waist, and slightly elevated butt. You approached him a few more inches, your mouth a breath away, the heat of the bodies being shared without even touching.

Five could drive you crazy and screaming, but you knew it could also drive him insanity.

When you leaned over a little more and your mouths were so close to meet, you changed the direction and reached out with your free hand to pick up Five's margarita behind him. You straightened up and away, with a mischievous smile on your lips that revealed that everything had gone as planned.

Five semi closed his eyes at you, a fiery glow going through his eyes.

“Do you want to play with me?”His voice was low, dangerous “You know what happens to you when you challenge me.”

It was a warning, clear and resonant. You were a good girl for Five because you knew the strength that he could fuck you. Fuck, he could break you if he want. But now you were sexually frustrated, aroused, with a racing heart and wheezing from the expectation of something.

A night of bad decisions.

“You don't want to get out of your equations.” You turned your voice into something innocent, soft, provocative, and the strong breath that Five drew was a small victory for you "I guess I'll just get off all by myself."

Your smile was malicious, causticante, but as soon as Five got up from that chair, the perfect posture, much taller than you, and was slowly towards you, like a predator with its prey, you knew you were screwed.

“Do you want to come this much?” His fingers passed gently over your warm neck, and you let out a breath with that stupid touch.

Five moved closer, your chest glued to his, the hot, citrusy breath of alcohol hitting your nose. Something wetted you panties, making you bite the inside of your cheeks to keep from sighing any louder.

“Would you use your little toy thinking about the times that I fucked you so hard that you couldn't walk the next day?”

That was too much for your already sensitive system. Those words went directly to the thread that connected your heart and its pulsating nucleus, causing a burning note to reverberate.

“Five...”the sigh came out, while the memories of Five using your vibrator to push you to the limit, while him fucking you brutally, prowled like a wild beast in your mind.

Five slid the fingers from your neck to your cleavage, brushing the tips of her fingers across the flesh of your breasts. Five stuffed his forefinger into your cleavage and pulled you to him.

You moaned softly, in a purr.

“Such a needy little thing, aren't you?" The whispered floated in your ear, while you put down the margarita at the bar and held your hands in his arms.

You bit your bottom lip, your panties soaked, your heart beating fast in your chest, the atmosphere more wild and fiery.

“You want this?” Five slowly lowered a strap from your blouse, each second speeding up your heart even more.

“Yes...” You sighed “I really want to, please.”

Then Five's touch got rougher and he held your chin firmly, lifting you face to look him in the eye.

“Beg.” It was an order, but your body was sending millions of feelings to you that you were lost for a second "beg!”

“P-please.” You looked at him pleadingly “Fuck me so badly, please.”

His grip got stronger.

“Once again.” Now the other hand slid roughly over your body, squeezing your waist, thigh, ass, anything that Five could mark as his property.

“Please, I'm begging you to eat me.” You really were, your body needed more, and there was no denying it.

So in the blink of an eye, the blue flash swallowed you both up and took you to his room. You were dizzy for a second, you were not used to his tricks. But Five used it as a bonus and stuck his lips to yours, stunning you with the strong taste of alcohol, desire and lust.

You moaned softly, your hands working to free him from his clothes, your lips corresponding to the battle. You managed to strip off his shirt layers and fade his pants, but Five didn't have the same patience as you. He didn't wait to undress you, he tore the thin fabric and opened your bra hungry, in a hurry, as if you were his last meal.

In a second his hot mouth was on your breast, sucking and nibbling at the needy skin aggressively, his fierce hands pulling you out of the other pieces of clothing. Five was not delicate, loving and caring, he conquered, took, owned, his goal was to devour you until his savagery was sated.

“Fi-Five!” You moaned loudly, your naked body now shaking with desire, your heart exploding in your chest.

You would have said something more if Five hadn't pushed you to the bed and made you fall into it. He pulled your legs apart, exposing you completely to him. His eyes burned with a dangerous and brutal fire, and Five slapped down the inside of your thigh. You screamed, arching your back, your hands closing on the sheet.

“Well, since you want to cum so badly…” Five climbed on top of you, his mouth proving the point where he had hit you “why don’t we see how many times I can make you cum right now.”

Suddenly, in the blink of an eye, his mouth was right in the middle of your pulsating core. Eating, sucking, tasting everything you willingly offered to him so much. You moaned, or screamed, your hands tightly squeezing the sheet, digging your nails into the fabric.

Five ate you at an undisturbed pace, as if you were the last meal in the desert, clasping his hands on your waist to keep you immobile, sinking his mouth deeper into you. His tongue opened its yours walls, circled her clitoris and sucked there, leaving a hot trail of spittle. You moaned loudly, your waist trying to fight the firm grip of his hands to roll in him mouth. You felt a thread about to burst inside you and your heart started to race in your chest.

“F-Five!” You screamed when he sucked your clitoris, and he could feel you pulsing in his mouth, signaling that you were close.

“Come for me, little slut.”

The vibration of his voice in your sensitive flesh was the trigger you needed, you came intensely, your legs wobbly, your breathing heavy, but Five didn't wait for you to finish coming before climbing on top of you, lowering his pants and underwear enough and brutally get inside you in a fraction of a second.

You groaned loudly, your hands clasping his bare shoulders, your walls hypersensitive to the end of the orgasm that was still breaking free. It was too much for you, your eyes stung with tears, your heart was racing a marathon in your chest, and your whole body was shaking.

Five doesn't give you a second to get used to it, or to get down from the sensation of your orgasms, he set a rough, hard, badly rhythm, entering inside you in penetrations that pushed your body upwards. You spread your legs wider and wrapped them around Five's waist, your chest glued to his chest, skin-to-skin contact being the extra to drive you crazy.

It was too much for you to take, too much for your hypersensitive body. Five silenced your broken moans with toxic kisses.

“Try to keep quiet. We don’t want to get caught.” His voice was hoarse, breathy, broken, Five drives his dick so deep inside you as possible with every word.

“I...I can't...”You whimpered in his mouth, clasping your hands in Five's hot flesh, sobbing at the strength he put in you, you needed more.

“So let's take care of it.”

Five released an aggressive and rough hickey on your neck, putting an arm around your waist, sticking every inch of their bodies together, and his free hand covered your mouth, drowning out yours screams. You thought it was going to placate his hard rhythm, but Five started pulling your waist down, against his dick, and sinking deeper inside you.

“You wanted me to fuck you, didn't you?” Five snarled, looking into yours watery eyes "Now take it, fuck!."

His dirty words only led you further towards the second abyss. Five fucked you so hard that you couldn't answer, let alone whit the heavy hand on your mouth. Yours hands sank into the skin on his back, yours legs pulling him hips towards you, desperate to placate what was about to burst.

Five could feel yours tight walls throbbing on his dick, signaling that you were going to come any second. He groaned loudly, clenching his teeth on the skin of your neck so as not to make a noise, thrusting his dick as deep as possible into you. He replaced the hand in your mouth with his own lips, swallowing yours moans and trying to keep the sounds of you both low.

“I ... I'm going to...” You cried with pleasure, pain, desire, his rhythm hurt but it gave you so much hunger and pleasure that you could feel the liquid of your arousal soaking his dick.

Five looked at you in a way full of lust and with a very desire to break you. Oh he wanted to destroy you.

He came out of you, making you let out a loud moan of frustration and tears streaming from yours eyes. You whimpered loudly, and Five switched positions and pulled you hard into his lap, giving you no time to straighten up before he pushed his dick into you and aggressively stuck both hands to your waist.

You bit your lip hard to keep from screaming, trembling hands resting on his chest as Five pulled you up and down brutally, thrusting his dick in as deep as possible in you. He did not contain an aggressive groan at the sight of yours breasts jumping on his face, body sweaty and marked by fingers and hickeys, the inside of yours thighs already red by the force that Five shocked the body in you.

“Pl ... please!”

You begged, your face smeared with mascara and tears, your lips red from raw kisses, your hair sweaty. You looked like a goddess and Five wanted even more to destroy you.

“Do you want to come?” His voice was breathless, hoarse, fierce.

You nodded frantically, looking at Five with beg, begging him to let you come. It seemed to have an overwhelming effect on him. Five slapped your ass down, raising his hand to your back and pulling you forward, making your chest lie on his while the rhythm reached new places.

You bit his shoulder to keep from screaming, tears streaming down your face.

“If you come in this position, I will not control myself.” He snarled at you.

“I do not mind!” You begged, moving your waist to match his rhythm.

“Guess i'll just have to cum in you then” Then Five kissed you, hard, bad, dropped a hand to your clitoris and applied the trigger you needed to collapse.

You sank your mouth into the skin of his neck to muffle your scream, and soon a hot, thick liquid was filling you to the brim, taking up every inch inside you. You whimpered loudly against Five, hims hips doing the final thrusts to make sure the cum was filling you, his warm hands loosening the aggressive grip.

You both breathed loudly, your legs were shaking, your hair was stuck to your face and it took you two minutes to lift your face and look at Five. He gave you an arrogant smile of ‘I said I was going to break you and I broke’ and you laughed softly.

“I don't think I can get up.” You laughed, and Five removed a lock of hair from your face. “Do you think they heard us?”

“They certainly heard you.” He scoffed.

“Coming from your room.” You snapped and Five laughed, hims chest still heaving and heaving, covered in a mist of sweat.

“Fuck them.” Five said, gently pulling your hips up, pulling the dick out of you, making you sigh a broken moan. “You are so sensitive!” He said between his teeth, as if he had never been satisfied with you.

You laughed, and shook your head, exposing your neck full of purple tick marks.

“You know…” Five took his index finger to the marks, delicately skirting them “you always look so much better when I mark you up.”

You pushed his shoulder slightly, rolling your eyes.

“Can we take a shower together?” Five nodded at you question. “ and…”

“And?”

“You know ...” yours cheeks became more flushed "Come cuddle."

Five laughed, his eyes tame now, an open smile and satisfied energy.

“We can.” he smiled and you gave him a passionate kiss on the lips.

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chifuyuzu · 3 years

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leap of faith — sano manjiro x reader.

word count — 1.3k.

genre — fluff fluff fluff, i love sweet mikey.

contains — cursing, timeskip SPOILERS present, reader is gender neutral.

description — sano manjiro is in love with you, and he realizes how much he loves you at the ass crack of fuckin' dawn.

author's note — hey besties, this is my first published fic here, kinda short but mikey brain rot is heavy. i hope you enjoy this cute fic before i rip your hearts out with some angst in a few days :^) reblogs and likes are always appreciated! and please give me feedback in my inbox! hehe, enjoy.

“it’s late.”

you know. but you still wanted to hear the sound of his voice before bed.

“mm… i missed ya’, is that a crime?” your voice echos through the receiver, the sound of your duvet crinkling in the background as you shift in place. sano manjiro was a busy man. always has been, always will be. being the leader of a biker gang was never easy—let alone some “new age” criminal organization.

you didn’t understand why manjiro persisted to play this game of russian roulette with his life. but it was never your place to overstep, especially since this was his life. it was all he knew, all he understood. you’re not sure what he’s doing, or if he’s even allowed to talk on the phone at this hour, but you still wanted to hear him. just so you know he’s alive and well.

you hear him chuckle, the sound of his feet scurrying against whatever floor his sandals were clacking against. the background noise that accompanied him earlier has dissipated; you realized he probably went outside to hear you better.

“your crime is loving a fool like me way too much. don’t think you’re sane.” he’s right. you’re actually crazy for even pursuing him. there was a lot of push and shove in the beginning, both parties scared of being hurt and getting hurt. but you were always there, even when manjiro went through whatever darkness was eating at his soul.

“crazy for you.”

“corny.”

“you love me.”

a pause. eerie enough to send shivers down your spine. why wasn’t he responding? did something happen? did you smother him too much? is he regretting—

“marry me.”

… not what you were expecting. especially not over the phone.

“sano manjiro, did you just propose over the phone? what kind of shitty rom-com are we in?”

“is that a no?”

“... never said that.” you wanted to marry him. but you wanted him to put that lifestyle behind, for the sake of the family you might have in the future. kids, dogs, cats, etcetera. you wanted him to be in, one hundred percent. but you knew he was too deep into this world to run now—especially since he’s so well-known as the ‘invincible mikey.’ you still longed for a happy home with manjiro, and a normal life.

“maybe you’re right. it’s not my style to ask you this over the phone.”

“try again later. when you’re really ready.”

the gag is, he is ready.

manjiro hurries home, blond locks hidden underneath a thin, black hoodie. he’s shaking, like a pomeranian in the presence of fireworks. his hand meets the left side of his chest, back pressed up against the grey colored wall of your shared apartment as he slides down to sit on the floor. it was four in the morning, and manjiro was about to shit himself.

he gulps, eyes peering around for you, double checking that you were fast asleep before he makes a phone call. his fingers tapped the back of his iphone, impatiently waiting for the other caller to answer. though it was the crack of dawn, he still needed some moral support.

“mikey? fuck you callin’ for at this hour? haven’t heard from you in mo—”

“ken-chin. i’m proposing.”

a loud ‘flop’ rang through the receiver, accompanied by the bedsheets seemingly slipping underneath draken’s feet. it was a huge bomb to drop, especially when the duo has been separated for months on end. manjiro hears more shuffling, followed by a few curses. “you’re fucking lying. the one you’ve been one since—?”

“yeah. i’m crazy as hell. but i love them. head over heels. i’m a goddamn simp.”

“why the hell am i the first to know, man?”

“you’re m’best friend, even if i need to stay away from you. and, also… you’re not the first to know. i asked them already.”

“you WHAT? don’t fuckin’ tell me you did it some dumb way like over the pho— you did. you’re impulsive enough to do it like that, too.” regardless of how long it’s been, draken still knows and understands manjiro like nothing ever happened.

“yeah… not romantic. but i can’t see myself with anyone else. i trust no one else. but i… am…”

“scared? man, you’re the head of a criminal organization. ‘course you’re scared. you don’t want the love of your life… to get hurt…” his voice trails off and manjiro’s heart tenses even more. the memories of the past still felt fresh. all the people they lost in tokyo manji… could never be replaced. not in a million years.

but the living must live.

“i love y/n. never felt like this before. i’d quit everything. but i would have to make sure they’re safe and whatever future we have together is secure. i know i promised takemichi that i’d protect everyone and that future he worked so hard to save… but what about mine?”

manjiro really did sacrifice everything for his friends. being the type of person who carries everyone else’s burdens takes a toll on his mental. he felt selfish for wanting to leave it all behind. but maybe being selfish was beneficial once in a while.

“listen—”

“do you think i’m stupid?”

“mikey. you’re not stupid,” draken sighs, shuffling again in place. “you just want to love someone and be loved in return. nothin’ stupid about that. what is stupid though, is you proposing over the damn phone.”

he’s not wrong. it was a spur of the moment decision that could drastically change his life forever. but with you, he doesn’t care. as long as you’re his, forever.

“how do you think i should do it?”

“well. i guess, tell me some sappy shit. how do you feel about them, and whatnot.”

“i don’t think i could ever imagine me with anyone else. a lot of people have tried to grab my attention but i only have eyes for y/n. sometimes when shit gets real hard…” manjiro takes a deep sigh, fingers threading through his hair, tilting back the hood to let it fall onto his back. “i think of y/n and i remember that even in this shit world, someone is here for me. someone cares about me. they make me feel like i’m not alone anymore.

i have dreams ‘bout us, y’know? me and y/n… kids running around. a little mikey clone. pissin’ them off because we want little flags on our meals. going to the park and letting kids be kids. maybe i’ll teach ‘em at a dojo like gramps did for me and my siblings. maybe i’ll teach ‘em about bikes—with your help, of course.”

draken laughs, letting his friend continue his little speech as he gets comfortable in bed again. don’t think i’ve ever seen mikey like this, ever, draken muses.

“man, we can own a whole zoo if we wanted. chifuyu could hook us up, in secret, of course. still have to protect everyone,” manjiro is grinning from ear to ear, head resting against the wall. “i wanna grow old with them. honestly, i didn’t think i’d make it to my twenties. more so, i didn’t want to live past twenty-something. but now… things are different. wanna be old and gray. see grandkids terrorize our children. die together.”

the tension in manjiro’s chest has faded away, only left with warmth that only you could bring him. his free hand reaches into his pocket to fumble with a small box, snapping it open to reveal the engagement ring his grandfather handed down to him.

he wasn’t the marrying type. but for you, he was.

“that all? you sound good like that, man. make an exception and let us come to the wedding.”

manjiro wants that more than anything. his friends, you... all safe. all happy. but again, the fear creeps up. he doesn’t know what to do with himself if any of you get hurt.

“... how do i tell y/n that?”

“you already have.” your voice makes him jump, knocking the velvet box out of his fingers and onto the hardwood floor. his face pales, followed by a huge lump forming at his throat when he sees your figure emerge from your shared bedroom.

“i-uh… i thought you were a-asleep.” manjiro mumbles, earning a huge laugh from draken on the other side. he hears him say something along the lines of ‘my cue to leave. good luck. send me an invite.’

“i was waiting for you.”

he’s sweating now, a small bead forming at the base of his neck. his phone is now at his side, the screen flashing from draken’s caller id to the lockscreen photo of you on your first date together, a few years back. your eyes zone into the box, though.

“i was going to do this… better. god, i fucked up, huh?”

you’re laughing now, rubbing your tired eyes before you join him near the wall, picking up the box. “what makes you think that, dummy?”

now he’s confused. you wanted him to ask when he was serious, but in his head, serious meant rose petals, candles, someone singing celine dion in the distance.

without a word, you slip the ring onto its appropriate finger, holding up to the small rays of sunlight that peaked through the window from the approaching sunrise. manjiro’s hands fly up to your face, holding his whole world in his hands. his eyes are shiny, on the brink of tears. you nudge your noses together, foreheads connecting tenderly. your hands hooked onto the hem of his hoodie, bringing his frame closer as you whisper a soft ‘yes.’

“yes?”

“yes, i’ll marry you.”

manjiro’s lips curl up into the silliest grin you’ve ever seen him sport, before he presses a soft kiss to your lips. now he’s kissing you quite desperately. as if he’s trying to make sure you’re real, that this isn’t a dream. you feel his words vibrate against your lips, “gonna make you so happy, i promise. i love you. i love you so, so much.”

“forevermore.”

“forever yours.”

#tokyo revengers x reader #mikey x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers imagines #mikey imagines #🌧 — cloudwrites.#bro i love mikey sm please

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Love, Theoretically | Sebastian Stan x reader (Chapter 8)

(chapter 1) (chapter 2) (chapter 3) (chapter 4) (chapter 5) (chapter 6) (chapter 7)

series summary: having lost your husband, sister, and best friend all to the same extramarital affair, you ran away to a secluded villa in the Hungarian countryside to write and get a little time away from the life you’d left behind. you were only looking for peace and perhaps some inspiration for your novel, but instead you found an unlikely connection with the immigrant repairman– even though the two of you don’t speak the same language.

word count: 3.4k

warnings: smut... a minor injury... a motorcycle... a teeny tiny bit of angst?? honestly it's just pretty normal aside from the smut

You actually fell asleep without anything too untoward happening, just kissing and cuddling and whispers that didn't make much sense to each other but still made your heart flutter each time.

Waking up, though, was another story entirely.

"Arăți frumos în timp ce dormi," he mumbled into the crook of your neck, pulling your hips back so you could feel his hard cock against your ass. You hummed and snuggled up closer to him, bathing in his warmth as much as possible.

“I swear I’ve never slept so well in my life,” you mumbled as you reached back to run your hands through the hair at the nape of his neck. “I need you in my bed all the time so I can finally get some rest.”

He smiled against your skin, sucking on that spot just behind your ear that made your eyes roll back in your head. “Il vrei?” he asked huskily, and you didn’t even care what he was asking; when he said it like that, the answer was always ‘yes.’ You nodded happily, biting your lip, as he started to push your panties down and helped you arch your back so he could guide his cock to your entrance.

You still gasped and clutched at the sheets beneath you, you couldn’t help it even if it wasn’t your first time discovering how thick he was. It was just barely painful for one fleeting moment before it faded into that delightful fullness, his strokes long and slow as he sighed against your ear. “Seba,” you whimpered under your breath.

“Sunt mai bun decât el, nu-i așa? Nu te-a futut niciodată atât de bine,” he growled a little, holding you tighter. “Sper că știe. Sper că știe că am făcut dragoste cu tine și că sunt îndrăgostit de tine.”

You couldn’t be sure if it was his words in your ear or his arms so tight around your chest that made it a little hard to breathe, but something was so different about the way he was speaking now than you’d ever heard him before. It was difficult to describe— not quite angry, but so passionate it could almost seem that way. You could feel it in the way he moved inside you, too; he was clearly holding back, like there was a storm beneath his calm surface.

You wanted all of it. Turning back, you kissed him and pulled his hair a little, hoping it would get the point across. It seemed to, considering how he gasped and sped up, fucking you harder and deeper as you moaned a little louder than you meant to.

“Când a fost aici, am vrut să te sărut,” he continued in a low voice, speaking right against your parted lips. “Am vrut ca soțul tău să vadă. Am vrut să te arunc în patul ăsta și să te fac să țipi, pentru ca toată lumea să te audă. Am vrut să știe că sunt eu.”

“Yours,” you said before you could stop yourself, and thankfully you didn’t have to worry too much about the implications of it because he couldn’t understand what you meant. He grabbed your face anyways, stroking your cheek with his thumb as he stared into your eyes.

“A mea,” he purred, fucking you faster until you started to whine and arch your back harder.

“F-fuck, I’m gonna—” you stammered, but he nodded before you could finish, encouraging you with whispered words and a hand slipping down between your legs to rub your swollen clit. You cried out, instinctively reaching out to grab his arm, but he held fast and kept up the pace, sending you tumbling over the edge before you had really prepared yourself for it. Unintentionally, you held your breath for a few moments as it washed over you, the tension releasing finally with a long sigh.

The very moment you began the denouement from your peak, he pulled out and rolled you onto your back, slipping right back in as he slotted his body between your legs. You whimpered and gripped his shoulders, and he got right back to his pace— but this time your body couldn’t take as much of the force and so it began to rock the bed, his headboard slamming into the wall. At first neither of you cared until he glanced up and hissed, “rahat.”

“What?” you asked, sitting up and craning your head around to see he’d clearly damaged the wallpaper there. “Oops,” you giggled, “guess we should take a break and fix that—”

He pushed you back down onto the bed as you yelped, capturing you in a hungry kiss; one arm slipped under your shoulders, holding you tight, while the other reached up so his hand could grip the headboard and hold it still as he started to pound into you again. You moaned weakly and relaxed in his embrace, feeling the bed still rock slightly under you but much more interested in the feeling of his cock slamming right into the most sensitive and overstimulated spots inside your channel.

“Oh god,” you sighed as you couldn’t stop your head from falling back into the pillow, closing your eyes to dodge the way he stared down at you with an intensity that bordered on fury. He moved in to bite at your neck instead, and if you were any more in touch with reality you would’ve complained that you didn’t bring many clothes that would cover his bite marks, but you were much too lost in the sensation he was bringing you for that.

“Atât de bine, atât de bine,” he chanted with a growl, “voi veni… atât de aproape…”

“Yes,” you whimpered, “please, Seba— yes, right there, oh fuck!”

You came again, technically, but it was nothing like the first time— more shallow but less brief, like the pleasure was spread thinner and wider, until you worried your vision would go completely black. He grunted loudly as he filled you, still thrusting roughly with each pump of his release into you, but finally he slowed and sighed, his breaths coming hard and fast as he let go of the headboard and held you tightly.

He seemed exhausted, honestly, and you laughed breathlessly as he collapsed on top of you. “You can’t be so worn out this early in the morning,” you scolded as you kissed his shoulder.

“Nu voi mai părăsi niciodată acest pat,” he groaned.

“At least let me up so I can shower!” you protested, trying to push his limp weight off of you and failing pitifully as you laughed.

“Nu, nici tu nu vei părăsi niciodată acest pat,” he cooed, covering your face in kisses as you laughed harder. Only when you defensively pinched his arm did he pull back and pull out, letting you slip out from under him.

“I’ll be back soon,” you promised as kissed him on the cheek, dashing to the bathroom and getting one last glance at him shaking out his sore hand before you shut the door.

Chapter 38 done… only five more to go, if your outline was to be trusted (which it most certainly should not). Still, you were finally reaching the real height of the tension, the climax of the story likely to hit as soon as the next chapter.

But it wasn’t what you were expecting. It wasn’t what you thought you would write when you sat down here months ago and began with page 1. In fact, it was better.

You sighed a little, looking away from the typewriter for the first time in maybe an hour or more, glancing out the window where the sun was starting to set and painting the whole countryside in an orange glow; but it wasn’t the only thing making the leaves change colors— fall was undeniably on the way, enough so that poor Sebastian was raking leaves already. And, because evil is a real and powerful force in this world, he had started wearing a shirt while working outside.

Not that it wasn’t still buckets of fun to watch him go: you found yourself leaning against the window frame to drink in the sight of him, smiling widely to yourself as he sighed and wiped his brow.

All of a sudden, he turned and caught you ogling, making him grin and you laugh with embarrassment. He waved at you, and you waved back, resigning to getting back to work for just a few more pages…

The creaking of the stairs made you realize someone was coming, but with Sebastian just outside it could only be Mrs. Alberti. With a sinking feeling in your gut, you ran to the closet to rifle through your sweaters, hoping to find something with a high neck. Nothing looked long enough, making you groan in frustration.

She knocked on the door and you jumped slightly. “One moment!” you called out to her, digging up a random scarf and throwing it around your neck to hastily cover the bruises Sebastian had left on you. “Yes, come in,” you finally sighed with relief as you threw yourself back into the chair.

“Good evening,” Mrs. Alberti smiled sweetly as she peeked through the crack in the door, “I just wanted to offer to cook dinner here tonight. I’m making a big recipe so I figured I might as well, unless you had your own plans.”

“No, that would be lovely,” you nodded, “thank you.”

“Just come downstairs in about, oh, fifteen minutes and it’ll be ready,” she explained.

“You don’t want any help in the kitchen?”

She scoffed a little. “From you?”

You chuckled at her brutal honesty. “Okay, point taken.”

“Sorry, dear, it’s just that I wouldn’t want your… Western sensibilities to muck up the recipe,” she defended.

“I can’t blame you,” you smirked. “I’ll be down in a quarter hour.”

She nodded and shut the door again, leaving you to unwrap the itchy scarf from your neck and let out a slow breath.

Of course, with an imminent deadline you couldn’t actually get any good work done, so you just read back over some older chapters and made a couple simple edits. All too soon, you checked the clock and realized you should go ahead and make your way to the kitchen.

You took a deep breath as you stepped into the entryway where the smell of Mrs. Alberti’s cooking emanated through the rest of the house. It brought back memories of when you were here with Michael and she cooked for the both of you. Those memories were wonderful once, then soured, but now you were coming to appreciate them again. Although, it was easier to enjoy them when you imagined the black eye your soon-to-be-ex was likely sporting now.

You took a seat at the table and let her serve you, even though it made you feel a little guilty; you knew she would never let you serve yourself when she was cooking.

“How’s your novel coming along, dear?” she asked as she took her own seat and you began eating.

“Well,” you began with a little sigh, “stories have a mind of their own, Mrs. Alberti. All this time I thought I was writing a thriller— something scary, gritty, maybe even tragic. But I’m coming up on the end of it and I’m realizing that all this time, I’ve been writing a romance.”

She smiled, glancing behind you to the doorway. “Yes, things have a funny way of turning out differently than we expect.”

Wondering what she was looking at, you turned to find Sebastian leaning against the wood frame, wiping his hands on a towel. “Bună seara,” he greeted.

“Sit down, Sebastian, have some dinner,” she offered to him as she stood up to pour him a new portion of soup.

He nodded and sat at the table, “multumesc,” he mumbled when she put a bowl in front of him.

You fell into a comfortable silence after that, everyone eating their meals quietly. It was nice to have a moment of normalcy— your new normal— after such an eventful day previous.

“So,” Mrs. Alberti broke the silence unexpectedly, “you two had sex?”

You instantly spat out your sip of soup, making Sebastian give you a concerned look; you waved dismissively as if to say you were fine, though you coughed a couple times. “I… uhm— how did you—?”

“He was whistling while he gardened today,” she explained, “and you look the happiest I’ve ever seen you.”

“To be fair, I think the first thing is because he punched my husband yesterday morning,” you added with a little laugh.

“And the second thing?”

“...at least partially because he punched my husband yesterday morning,” you admitted.

“Fair enough,” she chuckled, “but don’t think I don’t see the way your shoulders aren’t so tense and you’re smiling all the time. I know a woman in love when I see one.”

“L-love?” you questioned instantly, choking on the word.

“Oh, honey,” she sighed, almost a look of pity on her face, “did you not know? It’s all over your face.”

You took a slow breath and pondered your meal before taking another bite. “No… I knew,” you admitted, “I guess you just put it really bluntly.”

She smiled. “It’s how we do things in Hungary. You should be honest with him.”

“With what words?”

“Sounds like you don’t need them,” she smirked. “I’ll leave you two be, then. You’ll have to tell me how it goes.”

She bid Sebastian goodnight with a little wave, and he nodded back happily; with the back door shut as she headed to her own house, you two were alone again. He took a sip of his soup and you finally noticed the marks on his spoon-holding hand.

“Your hand…” you realized, pointing to it, remembering with burning cheeks how he got that injury.

“Ah,” he smiled, looking down at the purple knuckles and smiling as he rubbed them gently. “Un sacrificiu demn.”

After dinner, you picked up with some reading (so much more relaxing than writing, believe it or not) and Sebastian joined you for the same on the couch.

Just laying together like this— quiet, relaxed, and totally at peace— was igniting feelings inside you that you had gone without for so long that you’d forgotten they existed completely. Resting your head on his chest, between the unbuttoned halves of his shirt, you could hear his heartbeat and it was soothing yet invigorating somehow.

He held his book up over your head while you used one hand to hold yours open and read through the space between his chest and his arm. It wasn’t the most ergonomic position necessarily, and your arm was definitely getting tired, but it was worth it to be close to him in these little ways.

"Book?" he asked innocently after a long stint of silent reading, setting his own aside to look down at you.

You closed your book and looked back up at him, resting your chin on his chest. "The book I'm reading? It's good," you nodded (as much as you could without stabbing him in the sternum with your chin, that is).

"Nu, book ta," he clarified, poking your forehead, before making a motion like he was typing.

"My book!" you realized. "Yes, the book I'm writing, it's nearly done…"

Your heart started to sink inside your chest.

"And when it's done, I'll go back to London. Like I planned from the beginning. And it'll be published and I'll start from scratch at a new life… alone.”

You cleared your throat and looked away. “Ești în regulă?” he asked quietly, sounding concerned.

You shook yourself out of it, smiling back up at him. “Let’s go into the city tomorrow,” you decided. “I need some things, if I’m going to be staying longer…”

He seemed to appreciate that you were telling him something, but couldn’t determine what. “Nyíregyháza,” you explained, “let’s drive into the city.” You pantomimed a steering wheel to explain yourself better.

“Ah,” he nodded, “nu într-o mașină. Îmi luăm bicicleta.” He returned with the motion of steering a bike— and when he curled his fingers to rev the proverbial engine, you realized he meant a motorbike. “Motocicletă,” he smiled.

“You drive a motorcycle?” you realized with a little gasp.

“Da,” he grinned, a little more mischievous than before.

“Oh, you really are gonna be the death of me,” you laughed. “Let’s go see this bike of yours.”

He helped you up off the couch and escorted you to the shed across from the house, the last light of sunset just barely enough to illuminate the way. You knew he worked in here sometimes, but you never realized he was doing mechanic work— indeed there it was: a motorcycle, right by Mrs. Alberti’s car, clearly quite old but restored to decent condition. “Iată-o, fetița mea,” he announced as he raised his arms to present it to you.

“Wow, you’ve been working hard,” you realized as you looked around at all the parts and tools strewn about.

“Avea nevoie de un alternator nou și ceva de lucru în interiorul motorului, dar acum funcționează la fel de bine ca nou... dacă nu chiar mai bine,” he enumerated as he knelt down in front of it, grabbing a towel to rub a spot of dirt from the headlight. “Vrei să conduci acum?”

You tilted your head.

“Acum,” he repeated, standing up and pulling you closer, tilting his head back toward the bike. “Sa mergem acum.”

“You want to go for a drive now? It’s pretty late, I was about to go to bed,” you protested meekly.

“Haide,” he smiled, stepping back and pulling you with him. “Plimbare pe spate.”

He handed you a helmet that had been resting on one of the handlebars, and you dutifully put it on as he got on the bike and fiddled around with it for a moment, kicking out the kickstand and finding his balance before getting it to start with a roar that echoed around the shed. He beamed proudly, looking up at you. “Eh?” he prompted with a nod.

“Yeah, it sounds great,” you encouraged with a thumbs up.

“Ce mai face casca?” he asked, leaning forward to knock his fist on your helmet lightly, making you laugh.

“Yeah, it’s good,” you nodded.

“Atunci alătură-te mie,” he instructed as he patted the seat behind him. You took a quick breath and got on, wrapping your arms around him. “Mai strâns,” he mumbled, pulling your arms in to hold him tighter. You smiled and rested your head on his back, yelping slightly when the bike lurched forward and he steered you out of the shed and into the grass outside. He was very slow at first until he steered to the gravel road, at which point he instantly picked up speed until the wind whipped at your face. His unbuttoned shirt was flying in every direction, leaving him totally unprotected from the night air, but he didn’t seem to mind, holding fast as he took you down the road, hugging the turns letting the headlight illuminate only as much as he needed to see.

When you looked up, you could see the stars more clearly than ever. You sighed and hugged him tighter, amazed at how they didn’t move at all while the world on the ground flew by. It made sense, obviously, with them being millions of miles away, but it was jarring how different the speed of the world could look from different perspectives. And as exhilarating as it was to see the countryside roll by in a blur, you preferred the steady night sky; you didn’t want to think about this moment flying by, about the fleeting nature of all of this. You wanted to believe this would always be here, just like the stars. You wanted to focus on the things that would never leave you, the moments that would become lifelong memories, and not on the reality of how beautiful things are not usually permanent things.

“I love you,” you whispered against his ear, quiet enough for your words to be blown away into the night. A small tear left a hot trail on your chilled skin, blown back over your temple instantly by Sebastian’s acceleration.

In silence, you drove into the unknown with him, letting yourself forget about the rest of the world for just a little while longer. You deserved that.

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